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Sex Lives of the Paralyzed

by Patrick Canning

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1.
Breathing the smoke from our burning city I haven't the words for our rescue committee The saber collapses on soft muffled stones And I hear your distraction in your hard cluttered bones I will not falter with the lies you are spinnin’ Or spill it too soon on your flower printed linen
2.
When I Dream 03:38
When I dream of dollars and bills When I dream of things I can kill Don’t stall my ambition the bullet going through my head was aimed at the sky When you dream there’s nothing inside But don’t worry baby I’m still here And when I dream of things I can use And you dream of deaths in the news Something like a blood clot flows through me You gotta know who you are Don’t you talk about it it hurts me to find your head so empty and soft Cause’ when you dream you don’t go very far Just take another pill and roll to me
3.
The insufferable stench of trees Making me sick to my bowels Out in the poisonous sunlight With the miserable cawing of seagulls The tackiest bushes of roses Leaving me bleeding and torn I was kissed by a charmless old woman Holding the ugliest babe ever born Fat children playing with hand held devices In the filthiest old patch of dirt Lets go to the park when the sky is too dark To see the blood stains on your shirt Disgusting slobbering puppies Stupidly wagging their tails Apparently haven’t discovered How all happiness is destined to fail The sickening sight of a senior Cracking their pale withered face with a grin Is a clear and direct indication That to celebrate life is a sin da da da da
4.
Crutches 04:07
When the pain gets too much And you can’t find a hand you can touch And the moment has gone But you still find yourself hanging on And you wish you could stop And give up everything that you’ve got Take-awhile to consider my claim Cause’ I’m not gonna lose at this game Well it’s a terrible sight The way the body moves through the night When all the wine treats you wrong And they’ve stolen all the words to your song Picking the scab off too soon Will you never let me in to this room Well you leave us no doubt Swearing your tongue hanging out Take your damn hands off of me Believe what you want to believe Back off and stay where you are Cause’ I don’t think you’ll get very far On your own With nobody On your own Tell your mother Take the road Satan’s army On your own With nobody
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Buckshot holes right through your bucket ass Black tarp wedding dress, blood on the grass You don’t know why it’s wrong In the perfect song Eating what you want Homes you want to haunt Honey moon ski-mask burnt lingerie VHS tapes taken away You don’t know why it’s hard Living in this yard Getting by on scraps Taking power naps Spider web handjobs, grease painted crows Endless orphans runny noses Don’t know why it’s hard Living in this car Crawling in the dark Watching how it starts
7.
Ultimate evil in the face of those who care Out of the throats and mouths of most anybody here A soft and muttered sound I’m not you’ll prove me wrong With the stone in your palm And the cross on your lawn The seal could crack and dissolve And that would just be fine If in this fever I will to death too long Just take a walk outside to where you belong And leave the corpse alone I cannot offer you a home And that’s all you’ll ever know
8.
Fat Bodies 04:15
Move your fat body over here Send your frigid hands across my back And in the meantime with your smokers mouth Send your kisses to me And move your fat body a little closer to me We haven’t talked for quite awhile I guess that’s okay with me With your knotted hair inside my mouth In this sweaty bed we share Move your fat body a little closer to me
9.
And I feel the sticky tongues of curious mouths Tangled up in the hair of this whory old town When you seek the kinda peace that never runs out Pour it into my bowl and carry me out And the sargent gives a charge to murder yourself To turn the sun into ash and cripple the clouds And the rags you came upon have ruined your health There's nothing left to hold on except the notch on your shelf Get that son of a bitch on the line and tell him you love him Take the fastest express lane to hell and fill up on tears Hide with your corpse coloured knives and wait in the darkness Watch the weakest excuse for a god shudder in fear Hold on you have no imagination Hold on the bullets are free Hold on in the sweet smelling undergrowth Hold on
10.
Get your cocks out boys they’re coming The WAAF’s are on parade And I held you at a knifes edge As they fell into the waves Oh it’s oh so hateful It’s too brutal to be real But I need you to remind me Just how good a knife can feel And your eyelids look like assholes And the line goes down the block Were you crying for your children As they’re dashed against the rocks And all along the waterfront There’s a laughing sneering crowd Who will bind your mouth with bandages If your screaming gets too loud
11.
Honey Bee 02:07
Honey Bee, Honey Bee where have you gone?
12.
Disemboweling little chickens With my handsaw everyday, everyday And with my hands wet Their sloppy secrets Dripping from them into the tray, into the tray Into the tray The hooks and beltlines On the parade of chicken bodies In December this wicked fever My weeping sister is carried away, carried away And while I’m walking To work this morning I felt a warning enter the fray Into the fray, no not today And now the wet floor Slips from beneath my greasy handsaw la la da da I remember my own mother Kissing my hands “don’t go away, don’t go away” “Let me tell you, that place will kill you I know I know you are wasting away, Wasting away, wasting away” And now I see my eviscerated hand in the sky
13.
Where do you go When your hands are cold and you don’t wanna move And your high above the weakness under you And your shaking where you stand and where you move And you hear the sound of someone in the nude Where do you go And you believe the things you hear and read And you don’t pretend to know what’s happening Am I just that dark hole Where do you go And you can’t consume those things they feed to you And you only hear the voices in the room Well here’s another card Down the street or deep into the night By yourself Into the night by yourself
14.
Sunsets mean nothing at all There’s no wisdom in the fall There’s no love up in the sky There’s no place for you and I There’s no story to a dream No incentive in a stream No soul inside a wall There’s no one to hear the call
15.
The boys are still on fire but the girls are unafraid and who could every hope to understand? Your looking for a bottle at the bottom of a grave and no ones even there to lend a hand don't be lonely don't be scared I have you so I'm prepared

about

The complexities and pointlessness of sexual relations and the confronting of inevitable physical and mental decline are the two main themes of this album. Dealing with depression and sexual frustration are the two biggest complications I dealt with during the production of this record. Right now I am tired, as I have been through most of this year. Here is an allegorical approximation of my thematic attempts presented as a chapter of the Kama Sutra translated from Hindu to English to Japanese back to English using free translation software.




A/the lie making the time to the assemblies 'the high conference' of the method, various kinds that down where attached differ should become in order that Mrigi (a/the deer) a/the woman expands a/the woman shade picture, should become a side in order that Hastini (an/the elephant) a/the woman ties her thing with 'a low conference', on the other hand a side however, with 'an equal conference' those should become in the position of nature a side. 《主語なし》Being said when regarding some Mrigi and Hastini it matches to Vadawa (a/the female horse) a/the woman. 《文字数オーバー》

《主語なし》It is called' the position where is opening 'largely, when she, raises and part the thigh and keep them widely and engage in a/the conference.

《主語なし》When she causes a/the foot become 2 times with a/the side with them and put the thigh and engage in a/the conference like this it is called the position of Indrani and this depends only to implementation [a/the practice] and be learned. A/the position is useful in the case of 'the highest conference' similarly.

《主語なし》To hold very much, with)' the position which is ('縒れて 'an urgent position' with 'a low conference' and 'the position' is used with 'the lowest conference' and it is the 'the position of a/the female horse'.

The foot of the male and woman [the female] are called 'a/the position' to hold very much, at the time of the straight line part that each other of top was extended. 《主語なし》Entrusting it 2 pieces of kinds, side position and also you according to, [a/the way] the method that those become a side it is a that position. Without fail the male in a/the side position becomes a side on a left side and should cause to become on the side on the right side of her a side a/the woman and supposed to be defended with that this rule [control] becomes a side with the women of all the kinds.

The woman is called 'an urgent position', when she pushes the sweetheart [the lover] in the thigh after the conference started it in a/the position to hold very much.

《主語なし》It is called' the position which is '縒れて, when the woman puts 1 piece of the thigh to the thigh of a/the sweetheart [a/the lover].

It is the 'the position of the female horse' where the woman is called, when lingam after it restrains a/the woman shade picture of to it with power ずく. This depends only to implementation [a/the practice] and, be learned and

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released August 1, 2008

Alison Corbett - All violin sounds
Steve Abbott - Drums on "Crutches"
Victor Lewis - Lead guitar on "Crutches"
Patrick Canning - Everything else

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Patrick is an artist type who lives out on the edge of nowhere in St. John's Newfoundland and makes music for himself.

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