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Gary's Making Biscuits
00:55
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Gary’s making biscuits.
Making biscuits.
Gary, what kind of biscuits are you
making for me?
Gary, what’s in your recipe?
Fuzzy purring pussy you’re waking
me up.
It’s far too early, it’s 7-o-clock.
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Bike Cock
02:02
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Fuck that cock get it out of my face!
If you ride bike then you’ll ride a dick.
If you ride a bike your ass’ll look slamming.
Valet park that bike and take public transit.
No emissions for admission; you’ll ride that dick.
Stations passing by; You’re on your way now.
Ass, grass, or cash is not needed for this ride.
Tag your card out or hop the turnstile.
No emissions for admission; just ride that dick.
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Patience Worth
04:08
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I know you, you shamster. I saw your smirking, grinning, noddling through
the day and I knew you’d lied.
With mincing steps, you gated before men, shouting of your valor. Yet you, you idiot, I knew you were lying!
Flashback to a room you’ve never been in.
Trashcan. If you can’t refuse to reuse.
Smash hand when the cards have all been played.
Last dance when the past will be here so soon.
I know you, you shamster! I heard you honeying your words, Licking your lips and smacking them over, twiddling your thumbs.
I know you, you shamster!
You are the world the world knows.
You are the me the world knows.
This planshet won’t move itself.
It glides towards what is real.
True horror sets, cardboard and felt, candle wax and lipstick smears.
Know not the hedgerows hammers.
Time yellowed, just like us.
Let all their minds tend to the past.
Midnight oil or I will rust.
Hold on, move on.
Float by, by line.
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4. |
SoDoMe
03:05
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You’re asshole is so magical.
It isn’t just a medical disposal for your food
or your cheat-day morsels.
No need to use protection.
No worries of infection.
Gobbling up Truvada blues and we won’t get the booty flu.
Sodomy: It’s like a job to me.
Just the tip or let it slip deeper inside of me.
Sodomy: Backdoor lobotomy. Just the
tip or let it slip deeper inside of me.
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5. |
Frankenstein's Alive
02:47
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Green on green translucent skin.
(Dig up the corpses.)
Stitch and suture lacerations again.
(Galvanize steel bolts)
Resurrection! The new Prometheus.
(Dig up the corpses.)
Ligaments, dull pigments, and husk.
(Lost in dark distance.)
He’s alive, she’s alive, they’re alive.
Frankenstein’s alive.
Corporal merger, wedding night death bed.
(Dig up the corpses.)
Shocked, lifeless; father, we’re in the red.
(Galvanize steel bolts.)
A venture, a vulture; left out in the cold.
(Dig up the corpses.)
Leaving the dock with ash in the fold.
(Alone in dark distance.)
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6. |
I Got The Gay Edge
02:41
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There was no reason to do just what you say.
Everything I fight for came back ten times my way.
Strange faulting sequence fall apart into decay.
(Mis)carrying over to new meanings.
Now how do you live?
The more that you leave it, the more you will stay.
Attached to the lever, antennas to help pray.
The second you fight it, a surcharge to pay.
You won’t find a leaver, the colors will run gray.
You’re pacing, you’re sweating, your face cold as clay. Buzzards are circling, there’s dragons to slay.
Fawning off newborns, rubbed bloody from fray.
Gucci-brand bagged eyes, a shriveled bouquet.
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7. |
Red Herring
02:39
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Cast a vote like it matters.
Write a love letter or move a chess piece.
Serve it up on a platter.
Moving piles of shit on the open green.
Think of the former or the latter.
Pound the pavement, promise world peace.
While the war chest kitty gets fatter.
Moving piles of shit on the open green.
Inspiration! Aspiration! Motivation!
Calvination! Cocktail parties,
democracy! Oh, no!
Consternation! Participation!
Lubrication! Indoctrination!
Constipation across the nation!
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We are the queers.
The Middle-Aged Queers.
We’re the fucking queers.
Go fuck yourself.
I was in the front lines
when it was past your bedtime.
Our hearts are pumping lube and
glitter.
Yours are filled with kitty litter.
We’re rising from the smoke and rubble.
Just in time to burst your bubble
Go fuck yourself ..
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Middle-Aged Queers Oakland, California
Featuring ex-members of The Cost (Lookout Records), Fang (Boner Records), The Insaints (Maximumrocknroll Records), and The Shondes, Middle-Aged Queers are seasoned rascals on a mission to make punk rock gay again. Over four years of existence, they have taken their frenzied live show from coast-to-coast, including appearances at Gainesville's Fest, Montreal's Pouzza, Punk Rock Bowling, and more. ... more
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