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I Am A Resident! Lyrics
By: Meisekimiu Date: November 13, 2018, 1:50 pm
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For the CD release of I Am A Resident we get some fancy mixed up
lyrics, usually delivered by the singing Rz at the end of each
section of the 1 hour Residents extravaganza.
I'm going to try to transcribe some of the lyrics (and Tweedles
story) here. I'm also including any lyrics sung by the singing
Rz, even if he's just singing normal Rz lyrics (I'm looking at
you, Hello Duck Stab).
Lingering Illusions
I'm walking toward a light
In the dark of night.
A door is in my sight
and I can't lie... (?)
Lingering illusions love the lonely whore,
Hiding in the shadows, deep behind a door...
That isn't even there.
Hanging by His Habit
"Love... Love...
Sometimes it's so f*cking hard to be soft. But, you gotta do it.
You gotta put the tender edge on the hard hammer to hit the home
run, you know? You gotta sell the sweetness to cover the
corruption within. The fact that you'll say anything, do
anything, be anybody to get what you want. But... then what?
Sure, it's fun for a while, but once you finally nail that fine
piece of trim, you just want more. ...But not the same mushy
gooey rubber-lipped lump you just knocked off, F*CK NO! It needs
to be new nookie, nice nookie, nookie that turns you back into
the duplicitous hard and tender dick you were fifteen minutes
ago! The dick you love. The dick you love to hate. The dick that
dances with demons."
...
I've got the rabbit habit!
I've got the rabbit habit!
I've got the rabbit habit!
And nobody has it like me!
I'm lying alone in my bed
wishing you were here instead
I'm bouncing around in my head
like a rabbit.
I'm stuck on your pitiless touch
a snake in a mouth full of fluff
I'm moving and can't get enough
like a habit.
You kick a cat when it's down
And love when I beg to be bound
I should have been a clown
for my mother.
I worship your sensual skin
Teasing the weakness within
I sigh on the alter of sin
for your other.
I hum for the secretive scent
surrounding me like a tent
destroying the self that I sent
to my b*tch master.
"God is waiting for me
The dark man in my eye
To watch the rabbit die
To kick a cat goodbye
God is waiting for you
Just to make you cry
A hard and tender lie
The dark man in your eye"
Freaky Wake
(Any lyrics from The Confused Transsexual appear to be added
since to my knowledge no one contributed a cover of that song)
Some say the song of a crow is a cry...
Softly he was worrying
And tender he heard
Listening to the secret sounds
He wished he had not heard
Answer my prayer
answer my prayer tonight.
Let me stay one day
So I can say my goodbye.
Hello Duck Stab
Skinny was born in a bathtub...
...
All the leaves are off of the oak and
all the sheep have followed the spoken
word I'm coming Constantinople here I come.
So I stand out in the open.
All my friends are with you I hope and
pray I'm coming Constantinople here I come.
...
Skinny never knew any questions.
Skinny never looked at lights.
"Please, please, oh please
Please
Please help me
Somebody help me
There's something that I need!"
But skinny sold something every single night...
Commercial Bells Toll
When we were young
When we were young (There were!)
Bells to be rung (There were!)
Songs to be sung (There were!)
When we were young
When we were young (We were!)
Gloriously dumb (dreamers!)
When we were young...
Outro
"You can be one too!"
There is no more to say now
There is no more to say...
...
["We Are The Residents Theme"]
This is your invitation
To ambiguous humanity.
Both to and from a place of isolation
To ponder alternatively.
We exercise the art of creation,
Suspending vanity.
Giving life a grotesque mutilation
And obscuring celebrity.
This is your invitation
This is your invitation
This is your invitation
To the Theory of Obscurity!
We are The Residents
We are The Residents
We are The Residents
You are The Residents
We are The Residents
We are The Residents
We are The Residents
You are The Residents
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