The Blow Come On Petunia

Every little thing she does is magic

Everything she do just turns me on

And even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on

Every little thing she does is magic

Everything she do just turns me on

And even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on

Come on Petunia, you thought in your head

It would all be so easy if you could be led

To the cave where I’d hide you in linens and frames

And in new combinations I’ve made of our names

It’s a tiny hole, yeah, but you’d fit

If I sliced you up real itty bitty

I’d sliver and splice you and then you’d be many

And I’d be the one who was privy to love you

And show you the fun

Every little thing she does is magic

Everything she do just turns me on

And even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on

Jamie, he stood on the stoop

And he challenged his homies

To go get some girlfriends

And locate their yonis

The waters are parting and time’s getting heated

The boys needed friendship

Their beat needed meated (uh uh)

Her dress was a ship at sail (uh)

Her knees were the water pail

This was survival and she was the kit

You could die of thirst if the girls won’t give you sips

Every little thing she does is magic

Everything she do just turns me on

And even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on

I resolve to call her up

A thousand times a day

I thought I’d ask her if she’d marry me

In some old fashioned way

Well, but, my silent fears persisted

And before I reached the phone

Like before my tongue has twisted must I always be alone?

Mmm

You’re all Jenny and Lyndsay and fine

And I’m underwater, I’m shedding my mind

And I’m pretty sure, baby, if you’d hold my head

I could live like I’ve wished for and undo my dread

Cause I see candygrams up in the ceiling tiles

Witty postcards sent off from the sandwich aisles

And these towns where vacations will lead us

I’ll hold out my treasures and their welfare feed us

But oh she does what she wishes

And, no, she won’t be your missus

The kingdom it widens and no, they’re alone with all that love and the void on your throne

Every little thing she does is magic

Everything she do just turns me on

And even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on

Every little thing she does is magic

Everything she do just turns me on

And even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on

The Blow Bonjour Jeune Fille

Bonjour jeune fille d’en haut,

Nous avons écoutés le son de votre amour.

[x3]

(give me one more times)

Bonjour jeune fille d’en haut,

Nous avons écoutés le son de votre amour.

[x4]

On va monter escalier.

On va sous la pas.

Et ton petit ami, il reste, reste là,

Et toi, tu viens avec nous.

Bonjour jeune fille d’en haut,

Nous avons écoutés le son de votre amour.

[x2]

Hello young girl upstairs,

We’ve heard the sounds of your love.

Hello young girl upstairs,

We’ve heard the sounds

but didn’t come, didn’t come down.

Hello young girl upstairs, we’re gonna climb the stairs.

And your little friend, he’ll stay there and you,

You’re gonna come, come, come with us, you,

You’re gonna come, come, come with us.

I like you up and down, I’d like to press you down

I’ll make you into a suit of clothes and wear you where nobody knows you

In the strange towns I’ll show you off

and girls will try to rip you off of me.

I like you.

Bonjour jeune fille d’en haut,

Nous avons écoutés le son de votre amour

[x4]

The Blow Milkmaid

While you lie in slumber

I’ll wake up early and I’ll go and milk the goats

You stay in bed and play around inside your dreams

You get to be the princess and you wear the cone shaped hat

Gentlemen on horse come gallop in to take your hand

I am a milkmaid and I’ll bring your breakfast in

See my soiled skirt and you’ll know just where I’ve been

In the barn, in the hay loft

The best place to…

I will pound the flour for your wedding cakes

And God will pull the garter off of your wet leg

Your wedding bed until your dead…

The Blow Jet Ski Accidents

Tell me at least six things you may

Or may not consider personal

I’m not talking about jet ski accidents

Rather truly things you’d never thought you’d tell

Don’t you think that we should kiss

While the Hüsker Dü is playing?

Do you like Grant Hart songs?

Do you like Bob Mould songs?

And have you ever sung along to New Day Rising?

Ba ba bum, ba ba bum, ba ba bum, ba ba bum

I love to make reluctant sex

Even though you say it’s wrong

It’s wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong

You prattle on, but so is speeding

And I watch you speed every day in that truck

I love to make you nervous

I’d love to make you sweat

I’d love to make you breakfast the morning after

Ba ba bum, ba ba bum, ba ba bum, ba ba bum

The Blow Peaceful Easy Feeling

I like the sparkle of your earrings

Against the brown of your skin

I want to be with you in the desert tonight

With a hundred million stars overhead

I got a peaceful easy feeling

And I know you won’t let me down

Because I’m already standing

I’m al- already standing

I’m al- already standing

I’m al- already standing

I’m al- already standing

I’m al- already standing

I’m al- already standing on the ground

I found out a long time ago

What a woman can do to your soul

Oh, she can’t take you anywhere

That you don’t already know how to go

I’ve got a peaceful, easy feeling

And I know you won’t let me down

Because I’m already standing

I’m al- already standing

I’m al- already standing

I’m al- already standing

I’m al- already standing

I’m al- already standing

I’m al -already standing on the ground

I get this feeling I may know you

As a lover and a friend

And then this voice that whispers in my other ear

I may never see you again

I got a peaceful easy feeling

And I know you won’t let me down

Because I’m already standing

I’m al- already standing

I’m al- already standing

I’m al- already standing

I’m al- already standing

I’m al- already standing

I’m al -already standing

I’m al -already standing

I’m al -already standing

I’m al -already standing

I’m al -already standing

I’m al -already standing

I’m al -already standing

I’m al -already standing

I’m al -already standing

I’m al -already standing

The Blow Parentheses

Some philosophies fuel the belief in the self

Constructed to keep one’s goods on one’s own shelf

Built well, you’re a strong letter “I”

With your feet on the ground and your head to the sky

Now and then you can bend

It’s okay to lean over, lean over my way

You fear that you can’t do it all

And you’re right

Even day takes relief every day

from its work making light from the night

And when you’re holding me

We make a pair of parentheses

There’s plenty space to encase

Whatever weird way my mind goes

I know I’ll be safe in these arms

When you’re holding me

We make a pair of parentheses

There’s plenty space to encase

Whatever weird way my mind goes

I know I’ll be safe in these arms

If something in the deli aisle makes you cry

Of course I’ll put my arm around you

And I’ll walk you outside

Through the sliding doors

Why would I mind?

If something in the deli aisle makes you cry

Of course I’ll put my arm around you

And I’ll walk you outside

Through the sliding doors

Why would I mind?

You’re not a baby if you feel the world

All of the babies they can feel the world

That’s why they cry

And when you’re holding me

We make a pair of parentheses

There’s plenty space to encase

Whatever weird way my mind goes

I know I’ll be safe in these arms

When you’re holding me

We make a pair of parentheses

There’s plenty space to encase

Whatever weird way my mind goes

I know I’ll be safe in these arms

If something in the deli aisle makes you cry

Of course I’ll put my arm around you

And I’ll walk you outside

Through the sliding doors

Why would I mind?

All of the babies they can feel the world

That’s why they cry

And when you’re holding me

We make a pair of parentheses

There’s plenty space to encase

Whatever weird way my mind goes

I know I’ll be safe in these arms

When you’re holding me

We make a pair of parentheses

There’s plenty space to encase

Whatever weird way my mind goes

I know I’ll be safe in these arms

The Blow Tidalwave

You’re a ocean made coaster and you’re ready to pop.

You play good deed monster ’til your head falls off.

And it rolls on the ground and no one came fighting down

and we all wait until the public sanitation man will take it away.

You go away.

Until you’re okay.

I always notice when you start to drown.

You haunt the streets and play the scary clown.

And I can imagine that it’s hard for you to believe.

That we can even see you.

And you get into a bigger wave.

To bigger waves

To bigger waves

To bigger waves

To bigger waves

To bigger waves

To bigger waves

but we can.

I think it sucks that tidal wave is the only way

that we should come into downtown and stay

through time and proximity and probably pain.

long enough, for us to get to touch.

The Blow How Naked Are We Going To Get?

How naked?

Oh, how naked?

How naked are we going to get? yeah,

How naked?

Oh, how naked?

How naked are we going to get?

On beyond the cop shop

On the gaze that they caught from the gait of their walk

On past the call of the ass that you heard in the club

With the curve of the bump-bump

How naked?

Oh, how naked?

How naked are we going to get? yeah, yeah.

How naked, oh how naked?

How naked are we going to get?

On beyond the bootstraps down

And the pants pulled off

’cause the chafe of the cloth

On beyond the summerset pout

That you place on their mouth

With a thought of the south

How naked,

Oh how naked?

How naked are we going to get? yeah,

How naked,

Oh how naked?

How naked are we going to get?

When they ask you

How you want it,

Will your clear heart bear down upon it?

Will they notice the scars

That run up your side

Will they care about the wars that you fought in the night?

Will there be room in their bed

For how terribly white you become

When you finally arrive?

On a scale of 1-10

We’re gonna revise

How naked is…

When christian cries

And pours out to the side

Will you remember the route to your heart

From her thighs

Oh, what’s in there once we get it off?

It’s risky here where we take it off

Will I still recognize you once your face is off?

The Blow Let’s Play Boys Chase Girls

[GIRLS]

The secret about boys is that they want you to like them

They want you to like them

They want you to like them

They want you to let them in

Let’s… play… boys… chase… girls

Let’s… play… boys… chase… girls

[BOYS]

The secret about girls is they want you to like them

They want you to like them

They want you to like them

They want you

The secret about girls is they want you to like them

They want you to like them

They want you to like them

They want you to think they’re cool.