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Join Date: Dec 2007
Location: Portland, Maine
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The Great Masturbator (abridged)
Hey y'all. This is George Dalphin, who goes by Headphoneboy in music, and I thought I'd go ahead and post the lyrics to my first album of original trip-hop/industrial-soul material. The album is The Great Masturbator, and it is completely independently produced and released through CDBaby and iTunes. I also have a number of free downloadable cover songs and free samples of all my albums as Headphoneboy available at my website, man-likemachines dot com, in the MUSIC section. Check it out if you like the genre or the lyrics!
Cheers, and I'd love to hear your thoughts,
George Dalphin:HEADPHONEBOY
MAN-LIKEMACHINES dot com
Following are the lyrics to The Great Masturbator (abridged)
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Creation Epic
after the chaos, I achieve my form:
beautiful face and a single horn.
I tear it from my skull in self disgust.
I can still see, through the hole,
my neighbors repulsed...
The Beast Man
he once was a lamb, a little living heart.
we cooked him up, we ate every part.
sleep, sleep, sleep in vain, little living lamb!
from the comfortable current between
two big sweaty hands and a solid wall,
uncolored and uncontrolled, you'll have to devour
our slowly undulating forms.
this soft parade of hours, a river of minutes,
I am the world. I am the world's original man,
the shy man.
he once was a lamb, a little living heart.
we cooked him up, we ate every part.
sleep, sleep, sleep in vain, little living lamb!
Orange
this is our call to chaos and raging torrents of self
we can't swallow, hollow though we are.
orange girl, my savior, my messiah.
horrible world, my place in you is clear,
my tools are near. the fool becomes a man!
beautiful world, your new bard is at hand.
orange girl, I was born to lift the lid off this world
and drop some dynamite in
and lean on the plunger and write a song about how it ends.
it all goes up in a beautiful orange swirl.
the end of this horrible world looks exactly like someone i know.
but i can't place the eyes, the scar on the nose,
the flames around it like a flickering halo of orange...
orange girl, do you have any idea what you have done to me?
it's awakened now, and it's too loud to ever get back to sleep.
I Am Not In Love With You
your paintings are beautiful
and your letters seem
mmm
i am not in love with you
is that what you needed?
i am entranced
continually amazed
and perpetually interested in you
ok
Sarah the Middle
i can't feel my gloves; this must be Love!
Elsewhere
what's that word that means anywhere but here?
what should I say if I'm not sincere?
wake me up, wake me up! i know this is a dream.
i'm sitting in my car, but some bitch siphoned my gasoline.
there's a place inside of me, and i want so bad to put you there,
but my heart collapses on itself because all my blood is elsewhere.
All Lies
there is something I'd like to tell you. this is very difficult for me, I hope you understand, but I feel like finally I am able to really speak to you. my voice tastes good. what I want to say is that you have changed me, I no longer feel afraid to act, afraid to put out my hand into a shadow. I live to see your skin and your clothes and your hair, and your voice sounds like music. I feel stupid around you, but only because my body and heart seem to collapse within your gravity well. you exert so much force. I don't really know how to describe it. hell, I don't even know what I'm talking about, but I think you understand. I hope you understand. you affect me, your existence has changed my world view. you are collosal to me, a monument of beauty the likes of which I've never seen, and the glyphs carved into your side, though confusing and alien to me, seem beautiful in such a way that I'm glad I don't understand, glad that their meaning is only one of beauty.
1000 Years
with puppet hands and fingernails,
I recommend the firing squad.
put me away for 1000 years,
I'll stay alive drinking my tears.
you've given me something to live for,
but I am your sweet fratrivore.
Henry Miller, have your fill with her.
I am no longer a human impersonator.
K In Your Book
take a look at this sad theme.
you kept asking, "Am I K in your book?
I think I must be."
it was always knight-to-king's-rook,
queen-to-king's-bishop-three.
I don't ever think we could have been together free.
but to the sound of moaning loons,
I told you I'd be true.
then I turned my gaze upon the Moon,
and my howling went there too.
so I wrote this song to croon to you
on your radio this afternoon.
where do you live? how are you?
I fucked things up. I wasn't true.
to be honest, I sometimes miss you.
the truth is, I actually sort of loved you.
but I know,
I know you've already turned off the radio.
Muted Dream Speech
last night I had a dream where some old gypsy woman told me you were dead. that's all I remember from the dream.
remember how it seemed like real love exists forever?
we should've taken pictures. we should've taken measures.
I've found a way of living now where nothing feels bad.
I'm falling dangerously in love with myself.
remember how it seemed that we were being very clever?
we should've checked the tires. we should've checked the weather.
Jen the Devil
we are living in the Villa Borghese.
these skin burns don't even phase me.
won't you stay forever wet,
Anais, my kitten, my nymphet?
wet with words, with life, with ice.
life for you and me in the Villa Borghese.
the pain like snow,
the shedded skin of females.
sky train to Cancer, derail.
this picture show. the red and thin fingernails.
the dry seabed of answers, sailed.
with Hell below, the haunting din of whales.
the cry everlastingly wails.
swallow the woe and rend the sky of details,
so my simple plan will fail.
The End of Love
love is life is suffering.
the end of love is happiness.
happy emptiness.
in the mirror, my eyes look so cold.
but I know better.
my hands are warm.
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