I Heart L.A. - Intellectual

[Intro]

I heart L.A

[Verse 1]

I've got what letters one would need to spell winter

Safe in the belly of a white paper pinch

I hurried folding

This is exactly the sort of mood I cannot watch movies in

Boys' nerves all yelling "arm" into the blood brain barrier

Ganging up on now inside the big bone holding up my face (holding up my face)

My father was born in the '40s

They had just finished erecting the Oakland apartment I now live in

Since then two single mothers

And the man who cut his face

Have lived there

[Bridge]

Day after day after day after day...

This is the day after desperate

[Verse 2]

My room is filled with day and night

And night and day

Since then my father has gone twice and left a message

The electricity is on

These are the least of my worries

The moles on my penis remind me of skulls

And all the doctors who would quickly cut them off and eat them

As they take down art in hotel hallways

Probably to the tune of plain old heart

Failure on a rollway

They hurt in the dull

At the hinge of both eyes

The no place of an ache

When you push and pull when trying to fall asleep

Soon things kick in severely at the nape of my patience

As the worm inside my spine contracts

I see me pouring cum out of the corner of a dug up shoe box

Across the hope lump of an old pet

Onto a large bundle of grain

I think what's wrong with the world has to do with those who fell in love with New York

Or Los Angeles, or Paris and Jerusalem

And me of course

[Verse 3]

Flagged in modern sneakers and perfume of my morgue meat adore

If I could only travel back in time and kick my mother in the face

After a permanent...

This would nothing

And feel better or worse

In the necessary softening of all my bones

There is more to life than manicured vaginas and saline solution

[Bridge]

The no place of an ache dangles body all around it

[Outro]

I've got no new spelling of the word winter

For the me on the other end of this airplane