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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