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“Speechless” by Laurie Anderson
I remember that old coat my grandma used to wear Made of weasels biting each other's tails A vicious circle. An endless ride. On the back of an old woman. Eagle bites the weasel. Weasel bites back. They fly up to nowhere. Weasel keeps hangin' on. Together forever. And me? I'm goin' in circles. I'm circling around. And if I open my mouth now I'll fall to the ground.
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“The Puppet Motel” by Laurie Anderson
I live on the highway near the Puppet Motel.
I log in every day. I know the neighborhood well.
Now about the residents of the Puppet Motel
They’re more than a little spooky
And most of them are mean. They’re runnin’ the numbers
They’re playin’ cops and robbers
Down in their dungeons inside their machines.
Cause they don’t know what’s really real now
They’re havin’ fourth dimensional dreams
Their minds are out on bail now
And real is only what it seems.
And all the puppets in this digital jail
They’re runnin’ around in a frenzy in search of the Holy Grail.
They’re havin’ virtual sex. They’re eatin’ virtual food.
No wonder these puppets are always in a lousy mood.
So if you think we live in a modern world
Where everything is clean and swell
Take a walk on the B side of town down by the Puppet Motel.
Take a whiff. Burning plastic.
I drink a cup of coffee I try to revive
My mind’s a blank I’m barely alive
My nerves are shot I feel like hell
Guess it’s time to check in at the Puppet Motel.
Boot up. Good afternoon. Pause.
Oooo. I really like the way you talk.
Pardon me. Shut down.
LAURIE ANDERSON
Gravity’s Angelwell he was an ugly guy. with an ugly face. and also ran in the human race.
and even God got sad just looking at him.
and at his funeral all his friends stood around looking sad,
but they were really thinking about the ham and cheese sandwhiches in the next room.
and everybody used to hang around him, and I know why
they said: there but for the grace of the angels go I
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“Muddy River” by Laurie Anderson
But when the muddy river starts to rise
It covers us all.
And when I look into your eyes,
Two tiny clocks, two crystal balls,
We begin again.
We try.
We begin again.
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Call me Mx. Ess Beckett, Beckett for short
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