Nina + Field of Cops

Your building is full of people who hate you and bite off fingers

And eat from piles and someone's knocking

All things spit towards and stutter at you closer and closer

Until the whole city falls over while the music breaks a window

You're suspicious of treasures and plastic covers

All things flop over, the oven is open, and the kitchen is lying

My name is gonna sound old to you, but names are doughnuts the sea

Names are peanuts in the trees, names bid you to beg for trash

Oh, I walk on everything, on lucky dollars

Baskets in the sand, sunglasses in the rain

Tire tracks in caves

I'll never send one more empty box

I'll talk to every crowded room

I'll go to the great carnivals of pain and fight

Entire fields of cops and keep a coconut in my hand

Nina knows the reason, and she's seen into the mouth of

What it is to be a mountain, and she's seen all the good pigeon-like

People shot down and bones be kicked to powder

By the insane wild horses

Nina, I'm not nothing, but when you lie on the piano

I am reminded I am stupid, and in every upstairs room

A tall and daughterless Russian is kicking robins eggs to powder

While the music breaks a window

Cavemen are kissing, walking on logs

Low enough to limbo cobwebs and watch the clouds blow away

Drink-driving towards the sea, I'll be at your feet in every lifeboat

I'll hold these lemons in my mouth and run

One of the important people standing on your chest

I'll love whatever kicks me hardest in the mouth

I'm gonna eat my keys

I've met a little bit of who I am

Backpacking upon the fingers of the real

Barricading every garden gate

Smiling into every cup of grapes

I safari across the neighbour's yard

Pushing groceries past pyramids of teeth

With my hands on my hips

Oh, this idiot festival, I man these cornfields for the banana-growing

Masses getting naked on the plane, sunburned to shit in the rain

Tomatoes in the missing barrels all have met many-handed boys

With laughing brains and know gorilla-fingered yapping dogs

The ugly kidney-needing kitten sees that empty chairs

Want somebody

Nina isn't listening, and she's seen into the mouth of

What is really in the fountain, and she's seen all the good pigeon-like

People shot down and bones, be kicked to powder

By the insane wild horses

Nina, I'm not nothing but when you check under cabinets

I'm reminded someone's calling

And in every upstairs room, a dirty old man is blushing

And the neighbours lose their power while the music breaks a window

These great spirals, diagrams, and vegetables

And talking red trees, throw it all away

Stupid paper gifts offered with both hands are sadder than

Bald-headed haircut dreams

Sadder than the paper-flat puppy in your path

Sadder than any featherless doer of math

Sadder than the sad

Microwave everything, add to the puddles

Gimme an answer, die for baseball

Motorcycle made of rocks eat this hotel key and ride away

Stuff these papers down your pants, and do the sole survivor's walk

Back down the way you came

Nina knows the reason, and she's seen into the mouth of

What it is to be a mountain, and she's seen all the good pigeon-like

People shot down and bones be kicked to powder

By the insane wild horses

Nina I'm not nothing but when you lie on the piano

I am reminded I am stupid, and in every upstairs room

The deep and smiling voices shushing, kicking everything to powder

Throwing music out the window

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