See You At the Show - Extra life

I’m getting onto this new vibe

Soak up your ever intention like tampax

Reflect it back like a bitch’s compact

Blue eyes shine never mind the heart is matte black

Pitches slip off harmony like fingernails off of my glistening back

This is my new incarnation

You’ll see it at shows and parties in '07

A smooth and affable specter of my former self

Haunt you with my new vibe

Haunt you with my new-found heath

I’m getting onto this new vibe so vague it could be anything at all

The vibe is that you don’t know what the vibe is

Try and pull me close but my ghost just floats

Not all there, not all there

Haunt you with disappearance

Haunt you with reappearance

Haunt you with appearances

Suck in the whole city with the strobe effect of my new vibe

Never never kneel never go down

But I swallow everything I make you give me

You make me love, you make the love, you make the love

You produce the love

But it’s mine because I own the factory

You work for me, you work for me, you work for me

I’m getting onto this new vibe

The obsolete version of charlie looker is dead in a bathtub

Charlie looker '07 owns the dance floor

Cats aren’t even ready for my new vibe

I’ve got my hood up

Kids act like you know

See you at the show

You better fan out, fan out over the abyss

If you want to make the hang with my childish kiss

Tell the booker that the looker he knows cut his own skinny wrists

But his rad new ghost is on the list

See you at the show

So light, so light

I hover silent while the world spills its guts

Even as I spit the truth

Even as I spit my little factoids

They hurtle at you so fast they burn up into lies

That’s how a real man rolls

A real man harnesses the powers of the feminine and descends upon new york as a

diffuse even mist

Subterfuge subterfuge subterfuge subterfuge

The power of being jive

The power of the possibility that this might be jive

This might be jive, this might be jive

I’m going out

I’m going out and I’m leaving that morbid shit at home

I let it stuck down the drain I’m lighter now

I’m lighter now

From now on my blood won’t spill it will just bead into little pools and slide

playfully across my baroque surface

Forget about the dead kid

Forget about the bummin' blood red kid

Sucked deep in the earth from real weight

Disappeared

Last log-in: more than three weeks

Look directly at the face of looker '07

In its shadowless immanence and go blind in my sunglasses

I’ve got my hood up

Kids act like you know

See you at the show

You better fan out, fan out over the abyss

If you want to make the hang with my childish kiss

Tell the booker that the looker he knows cut his own skinny wrists

But his rad new ghost is on the list

See you at the show

Sha-sha, sha--sha-sha-sha-sha-sha-sha

That’s the sound of the truth becoming a lie

I don’t want a thing what do you want?

I don’t want a thing what do you want?

I don’t want a thing

I don’t have a deal drain the real shallow in my fallow cunt