So Whaddaya Think Lyrics

All lyrics copyright 2002 by Mark Linsenmayer.

1. Shabby
2. Wake Me
3. The Last Time
4. Poor Lover
5. Luscious You
6. I Die Desire
7. No Relief
8. Dumb
9. Job
10. Not a Woman
11. Minnesota Freak
12. Fall Away
13. Spiritual Insect
14. The Thickening
15. Her Death
16. Some Act
17. So Whaddaya Think?
18. Obvious Boy

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1. Shabby

It's time to dress up my past
And take it out for a cheap dinner
And I'll talk as a man who feels shabby shabby
Please, God, let this date go through

And make it hold fast
'Cause I gotta live with this dumb mother
And our problems are just too boring boring
And there's not much pain in my love for you

Sucking myself for inspiration
A masochistic love of life
And a feeling of wading through machination
Waiting out the sprawling, shambling
movement further from the time of my ambition

It's time to dredge up the old faces
And twist them 'till they cry murder
And I'll talk as a man who feels happy happy
Please slap me as I go through

I don't want to go back
I just want a push from my chosen direction
And you can't know the comfort that you possess
If you lost the sting of my previous mess

Sucking myself for inspiration
A masochistic love of life
Sucking myself for inspiration
The purifying stench of strife
And a feeling of wading through machination
Waiting out the sprawling, shambling
movement further from the time of my ambition

2. Wake Me

Wake me - to comfort me
Only got this voice to hold me
Hovering around this room, my listening skills down
Hate me, or marry me.
Throw away this weight or carry me
Get back in your body, or propel me around
Half me - to study me
Half left to collect, to muddy me
Bonify this life of sort of paying attention

Is it balance, is it food? Does it pin me down as crude?
I can't just allocate my thoughts; they're busy playing around
And will I wake up in a couple months and contemplate my death?
Surrounded only by my breath with my own voice still incoherent sound...

Speak now! You've captured me
Your ghost just staring has enraptured me
I'll speak for you to me to tell me what I can do
Some dude created me - Ventriloquistic exportated me
Meeting of the minds of him and her spectral vibe
Wake me - Be true to me
Solipsistic hands cut through to me
Action of distraction here to keep me alive

Is it balance, is it healthy? Can I rub it and get wealthy?
Will it drive my friends away or keep me here on my toes?
Is it what makes me intriguing? Is it what gives my life meaning?
If it sings will I stay happy? Do I get what it knows?

Fake me - and sing to me
Only got this voice to bring to me
Sure-fire entertainment that I label my life
Float me! Rejoice with me!
Come and gloat; you've got no choice with me
ADD or God or something here at my side
Taste me, and follow me
Parley what you will to hollow me
Sing a song in stasis and this voice will abide...

3. The Last Time

The last time that I felt that I had something to say
Was the last time I got kicked in the head
Versed as I am in the language of pain and its irony
The last time I felt comfortable squeezing out a product
Onto unwilling hands and their wrists
Was back along a string of selves that's gotten shorter now but still twists

And I don't know what I think of that, and I don't know what I think of that
And I mean it. I mean it.
And I don't know what I think of that, and maybe I'm just through with that
And I mean it. I mean it.
And I don't think that I'm meaning any harm
By forgetting there's still meaning when there's no cause for alarm
The last time that I felt that I had something to say I was wrong

Maybe all I'm tryin' to do right now is to squeeze out one more tune
Should I wait out my life for a rougher time or just a rougher mood
There's already too much crappin' in this world
Too much spelling out the obvious
Only egomaniacs with nothing to say would bother to record it anyway

And I don't think that I'm now a better man
'Cause I know next time my heart attacks I'll record it if I can
And the next time that I feel that I've got nothing to say I'll play along

4. Poor Lover

Don't laugh so lightly
Enjoying the sudden fall
Don't leak so smug and drink it all
Don't tax your powers
Don't lessen none
Raise your idols and talk it, talk it on

Poor lover, I will offer something of me
Poor lover, I will offer something of these
Poor lover, I will offer something to leave

Suck innocent questions
Skew 'em as they lead
Pass any regrets off as uninformed need
Don't feed-love us only
Continue acting your mind
Glass figures and anvils, get riding this time
Bark over the outcomes
Fight "not anymore"
Tell all that it matters what's it for

Poor lover, I will offer something of me
Poor lover, I will offer something of these
Poor lover, I will offer something to leave
Poor lover, I will offer something of me
Something of me

Play steel on the halo
Laid close to the neck
Five minutes of hoke that you're set to reject

5. Luscious You

Luscious you
And nothing new
I'll wash the dead insects off of the lamp and regulate my sleep loosely
Luscious you
I believe that you
Exist despite suspicions that I could never be so lucky

Or even exist here at all
A meteor after a fall
Shouldn't be gadding around these parts and such

Luscious you
Please me to do
What I think you may expect me to to regulate myself loosely
Luscious you
I think I forgot I knew
More than second hand accounts of places that I used to be

Might I exist here at all?
It's Idiot's Day at the mall.
You shouldn't be gadding around these parts and such

Five of me uncertain
Twelve of me benign
Fourteen killed off twenty faces
At the same time
All of me unrestless
Comfortable and stark
Groovy tiny pictures
Oozing 'round this mark

Luscious you
I thank, it's you
I'll wash the dead insects off of the lamp and revel fate that you'd choose me.
Luscious you

6. I Die Desire

I'd like to say something about you
But I have no way to really speak my mind
'Cause English is a language that I haven't used much lately
To say what I need to say

I die desire
I see require
I need, I care, I fall, I fare fairly well
It's just my mind's in hell

Heart on my sleeve, leaving a stain
And I don't know how I'll deal with the strain
If the future gets warlike, I hope there's a truce
For now I'm defending, remaining abstruce

I'm chuckin' a torch down each blind alley
Following through with a mental drain
Getting back on the road that I've never been off of
Licking the wounds that I've gouged in my brain
Does it sound insane?

I've long lost count of the mental "I love you"'s
Guess I don't say them too much any more
Maybe I'd like to just start it all up again
Maybe that's what I've been singing this for

I die desire
I see require
I need, I care, I fall, I fare, I eat those who approach my lair
I live, I die, it's only fair, I fare... fairly well

7. No Relief

He gets no relief from it, no relief from it
This unsettled watching, thinking something has gone wrong
Calm but annoying, it's made its mark on him
And he knows it has come creeping and will surely be along

And there's no relief from it, no respite from it
Someone is behind him, and he keeps the coals aglow
And there is no relief for him; it seems the spell is locking in
And it's blocking him from clocking in his usual functionzlust and such

Time is sucking on; I said, time is sucking on
And it's made for entertainment if you've got the stomach for it
If you find that you're making all the mistaken sorts of gross assumptions,
Then don't expect a single moment without that irritation

He gets no relief from it; I get no relief from it
Still unsettled listening for the gun about to drop
It soothes as it dignifies, this mistaken morning steep surmise
That you'll break the entertainment with this itch that's passing by, and I said...

Time is sucking on me now. Time is sucking on you now
Good for entertainment, but it's bad when it won't stop, and you think
Time is fixing up a concoction that will prove suspicions
Are you? Repeating question one, are you?

8. Dumb

Well, today I am dumb, and it doesn't feel good
Today I feel dumb - 'bout as dumb as I could
I feel a fog across my eyes and act a bit lobotomized
'Cause today I am dumb, yeah yeah

And today I am sick, just a little bit sick
'Cause today I feel sick, and I hope it won't stick
I'm gonna moan incessantly, can't get my focus off of me
Oh, today I feel sick, yeah yeah

Oh, today I am small, and it doesn't look good
Today I feel small - do you think that I should?
I scan the fog that fills my eyes; reflecting back, I'm undersized
Oh, today I feel small, yeah yeah

Let me go and sleep it off
Don't wanna hold my head aloft
I think that I'm still slowing down
I'm not sure that I'm still around

Today I feel dumb, and it's done me some good
Well, today I feel dumb - not as dumb as I could feel
To think too much will make you tense, so I've been trying this defense
So today I am dumb, yeah yeah

9. Job

Make me an offer; make me a pair
I don't think I've ever been this compromisable
Call it a dare

Show me no mercy; show me no arse
Show me the patience I once held dearly
As something to parse

Pause, pause, pause, pause; leave me alone for a second
Let me think over this fantastic scheme
Do you mean to tell me that just be sitting here
I'll completely get over a long dead dream?

Show me my options; I'm told they are good
Tell me it's not in a way about money
I wish you could

Show me an outlet, and let me plug in
Show me the meaning of this self destruction,
And I'll let you win

Pause, pause, pause, pause; leave me alone for a second
Let me think over this fantastic scheme
Do you mean to tell me that just be waking up
I'll completely get over a long dead dream

Job

Make me a bishop; make me a clerk
Tell me of wonders that lay out before me, a typical jerk

Follow my fellows, and suck it down
Circumstance dictates you squander your talent and work shit around

Pause, pause, pause, pause; leave me alone for a second
Let me think over this fantastic scheme
Do you mean to tell me that just be working here
I'll completely abandon even modest dreams

10. Not a Woman

I can't really talk to you, because you're not a woman
Rather, I can't talk at you out loud to myself as I do
But standing at this distance, I'd like to understand
I didn't know it meant that much to you

Yeah, I know I'm arrogant as hell at some points
But it's empty - just a way of dealing with myself and things
And you know how easy it is to be kind of a bastard
You obviously need the defense

You rip me, for doing what sustains you
You rip my sentimentality, and I find this bloody mess
You don't care what we're doing here, but you dote like hell on what we've done

If it's just because you feel inept, I can't but think that you have cause
But I didn't know it meant that much to you ...closed the piano on your paws
'Cause I was done using it And I was done using you
You rip me - I take that crap too.

Am I trying to apologize or rip back?
Neither seems necessary, and I don't know which I want
Standing at this distance, I hardly give a damn
But I didn't know it meant that much to you

If it's just because you feel inept, I can't but think that you have cause
But I didn't know it meant that much to you ...Didn't get you much applause
And now it's done using you... Now I'm done using you
You rip me

11. Minnesota Freak

I'm searchin' in my pocket for a spare change of heart
And I'm wondrin' if it's ever gonna come
I'm fiddlin' with the locket that I swiped from K-mart
And I'm feelin' like a viscous pool of scum

Minnesota freak gunnin' down these parts; they're not where I belong
Though the violence is ineffable it is nonetheless still wrong
Minnesota freak ducking Jim-Bob Sartre's bleak avalanche of shame
Though I'm fuzzy on the details I'll at least destroy the frame

I wonder if the average fellow wants to wreck his brain
Or if someone he once knew pushed him away
Was she the type that looked for something well below plain?
Or was she the type that thought death was okay?

Minnesota freak gunnin' down these parts; they're not where I belong
Though the violence is ineffable it is nonetheless still wrong
Minnesota freak flipping off his heart to march off in a snit
Is the aftermath still pleasing when your face is full of it?

Minnesota freak pushing desperately to undermine this room
Though the violence isn't obvious, it is nasty, and it's soon
Minnesota freak tuning up his mind and dusting off his gun
And I'm quite sure that he's not the only one

12. Fall Away

So you think you were lucky... So you think you were happy...
So you feel kinda peppy; don't you now want to cry?
Just before I had asked you, could the truth have relaxed you?
Would you let down your act or just continue to lie?
No more nibbling the carpet, while I'm dealing you dynamite
Erecting a ruckus to entertain...
Nothing left to explain

Whoa-ay-oh-ay-oh, fall away

You're defending a little, but I'm quick on the spittle
Won't be long until it'll bubble up into froth
You're looking slimy and toothless, and I'm hungry and ruthless
And you'll be my snake in the grass in the broth
No more dising you questions, 'cause you only run and hide
And this is an instance where it does not pay to ask why
Goodbye

You could try to repent, but you don't care enough. You don't care enough
You could give me some ground, but you don't care enough. You don't care enough
Well the hell with you and this and everything, fall away...

13. Spiritual Insect

Seems like a good day to be inspired
What with all the stuff that's been going on
I just got some music - was going to put it on
But I thought I should probably write my own

Tryin' stoppin' being dull
Get the stucco out of my skull
When I thaw out, she'll be gone
Bleedin' wheels come take me on

It's not like I've been sittin' here doin' nothin'
Got a spiritual insect preying on my knees
And the stuff that I've been pushin' sends ya nowhere you can't go
Slash your chest, let out the friggin' bees

Don't think I know how to be inspired
Not in music - Not in love
However I try to focus I am forever outside my focus
I can't seem to find too much to say these days

Tryin' stoppin' being dull...
...Slash your chest, let out the friggin' bees and fleas and lots of other things

And I will paste a cloth along side of my pillow
To wipe the sweat that comes with my disease
And I will pull the sheets up, nail them tight, and I will cough my teeth up
Thought I might need every weapon I could get to vent my passion
I have yet to vent my passion
I have yet to vent it
I will throw up what I can

14. The Thickening

I'm kinda movin' in to the living thing, yeah
I'm kinda movin' out of my bleedin' heart
I'm kinda movin' on. It's a different thing, yeah
I'm kinda movin' sweet, I'm slidin' off my feet to an even start

I'm sidling along, I'm locked to looking strong to the anything, yeah
My property elite, I size my simple seat: It doesn't look so wrong
I've risen from the bed, I'm waving up ahead to the given thing, yeah
I've stapled up my wrists, and lost them down my fists
Where they once belonged

This is is your right now the way things have come to pass
This is the fight since the day you were born
This is the right thing, the day will be yours at last
To test and to love and to speak and to form

I'm kinda movin' on to a different scene, yeah
I'm kinda throwin' out all that let me down
I'm stocking up a soul to reap what I cajole, gonna make me mean, yeah
I'm cocking on the door, I'm pressuring for more
Waving miracles around

Think about me when you cough and cry.
Understand me pay me off and die
Like a stink in the depths of a whale
I'm not sure what you were counting on
I think you'll get it when the whole thing's gone
Pulverized and pale

I'm kinda movin' in to the living thing, yeah
I'm kinda movin' out of my bleedin' heart
I'm kinda movin' on to the thickening, yeah
I've laced another bet, I think I'm finally set for an even start

15. Her Death

Her death has nothing to do with my weightlessness,
Or the shape of my hands
On the line that I'm keeping to be re-informed
I'm still waiting for plans to get by

I'll feed at the usual pace
But it's coming to be the lack of good taste
That I'm using to see that I can be reborn
If I'm reckless and wrong and I'm quickly erased

Her death has nothing to do with it
Promise me next and be through with it
Later you'll want something more than it's going to be, or what's coming to me

Her death has nothing to do with me
She was merely awake and cut through to me
(2nd time: Promise me next and be through with me)
Her death has nothing to do with what's going to be or what's coming to me

Her death has nothing to do with the usual waste
Though I've much more to lose and the back of my face
Is beginning to peel
I imagine the worst and forget what to feel

Her death has nothing to do with my anger with you
I'm afraid I don't need what this fix gave before
And I don't know what more I can say to you

16. Some Act

Now and again I feel okay
I can barely recall that I've passed away
I guess it's just something you get used to
I'm here alone, and I still love you

That was some act I showed you

I feel weak, but I don't want to forget
I can't speak to you; I'm not dead yet
I know I told you I would never get over it
The last word is what you get

That was some act indeed
Showing you what I need

Though it's asking a lot, I control what I've got
I will carry this through: my belonging to you

That was some act I told you
That you're what I need

If this is noble then I am still.
It's so pathetic to do your will
When I'm under I see your face
And no one's come to take your place

Though I doubt I'm the kind that you'd miss
You never wanted to leave me like this
I'd catch your ear, but I don't know how
I want you totally here and now

Yes, it's asking a lot, but I know what you've got
Though I've tried to let go, I just won't 'till I know:
Tell me, pain, what you need

17. So Whaddaya Think?

Put it together, love it up, free the market, and sew it shut
We only want to be here and not go home
Sell it lightly, cut it short, kill for nothin', and hold the fort
Beg 'em all to come 'round and bless this idle horde

And if I feel that it's in my power to make you happy, you betcha I will
If I feel better by the hour, I'll let it all float down on you, darlin'

Smoke a lucky, drive a mite, no rehearsal on tonight
We only want to be here and not go home
Spin a homely, fire a light; action also in my sight
Monumental spectacle is almost gonna blow

And if I feel...

We've done a long hard lot to be here
Do you need to be alone?
I could bless this knot I see here, but I won't

Fishing horny, loving tight, arguably our best night
I'm aware we're good for something... Am I right?
Rolled together, all stuffed up, happy till we bust a gut
And I ask this with trepidation:
So Whaddaya think?

'Cause if I feel...

18. Obvious Boy

When you're sick of yourself, and nobody loves you
And nobody learns, and it doesn't matter anyway
A freak of remorse, a monster of loving
You don't want to think, and it's not worth crying about

Sick, sickly voice, come heal me, baby
Nobody here but me and God (2nd time: the gods)
Obvious boy can't feel me lately
Castigate him with a gentle prod

Feeling sorry for hurting yourself
No one to dump on and no safety net
Was this just pisspoor planning
Or an endless repeat of a scene that you can't forget?

A chunk of divorce
A bored pack of brooding
It seems useless to think
And your head hurts too much anyway

Sick,sickly voice, go jump it baby
Nobody likes you, can't you tell
Obvious boy will pass this shortly
Mock him now to make him well

 

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