Performer SOUL COUGHING

Mr. Bitterness – Soul Coughing

And she sits and drinks a velvet crush–that’s Kool Aid and gin–casing the clientele Like a relentless cameraman. She is Elsewhere. She says You keep a-knocking But you can’t

Screenwriter’s Blues – Soul Coughing

twisted like knots on fingers. Jewels cleaving skin between breasts. Your Cadillac breathes four hundred horses over blue lines. You are going to Reseda to make love to a

City Of Motors – Soul Coughing

Second on Java street, the dead car there. The hood blown off with a BB gun. Manuela said she saw the brakes fail. Manuela said she saw the brakes

Soft Serve – Soul Coughing

I tried to shoot a thought, but the thought sunk. Nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt and Watch the water roll down. Phantom kisses buzzing like

True Dreams Of Wichita – Soul Coughing

Got lost in the Rideup to the Plungedown; Man sends the ray of the electric light Sends the impulse Through the air Down to home And you can stand

St. Louise Is Listening – Soul Coughing

I rubbed it out and loved the spot where it was missing She’s widely known the only maquereau that pays her taxes I got to box her for the

Down To This – Soul Coughing

and I’ll get the wrists. You get the ankles and I’ll get the wrists. You get the ankles and I’ll get the wrists. You come down to this. Nerves

Moon Sammy – Soul Coughing

Behind the wall. There is a chair. Moon Sammy knows. The chair is there. But that’s OK, that’s OK, you can do that–if you’re wound up, full of tension,

Casiotone Nation – Soul Coughing

The five percent Nation of Marlboro. The five percent Nation of pay-per-view. The five percent Nation of nipple clamps. The five percent Nation of Milton Bradley. The five percent