* 1000 Hurts * 

As you can read, there are missing song's lyrics and some "holes" in these ones, so please help me complete the work! Send me all your impressions about Brendon's work, all your alternative interpretations and, of course, the missing song's lyrics! Send me it at: shellacven@hotmail.com or post a message on the forum! (all the works will be naturally credited!).


PRAYER TO GOD

To the one true God above:
here is my prayer -
not the first you've heard, but the first I wrote.
(not the first, but the others were a long time ago).
There are two people here, and I want you to kill them.
Her - she can go quietly, by disease or a blow
to the base of her neck, 
where her necklaces close,
where her garments come together,
where I used to lay my face...
That's where you oughta kill her,
in that particular place.
Him - just fucking kill him, I don't care if it hurts.
Yes I do, I want it to,
fucking kill him but first
make him cry like a woman,
(no particular woman),
let him hold out, hold back 
(someone or other might come and fucking kill him).
Fucking kill him.
Kill him already, kill him.
Fucking kill him, fucking kill him,
Kill him already, kill him,
Just fucking kill him! {repeats "death mantra"} *Brandon Matuja*


SQUIRREL SONG
 
This is a sad fuckin' song
We'll be lucky if I don't bust out crying
 
How does it feel?
Your night light, your curling iron
Lit up by the sweat of others,
For many's the day
But not from November to May
 
The floor is littered
With woodchips and apple cores
And hulls (holes?) of acorns
There is a chattering sound
 
Because they were squirrels; real squirrels.
(And there were thousands)
This isn't some kind of metaphor,
Goddamn, this is real  *David Woodhhead*

 


MAMA GINA

Oh, my mama Gina
had a sister, Angelina.

If there is a heaven
(though I think that there's no heaven)
she's probably dancing with you...
she liked to dance; she would've liked you.

When she heard you died
my pretty girlfriend cried
and cried and cried
and cried and cried
and cried and cried and cried and cried...

She liked to dance and she would've liked you. *Brandon Matuja*


SONG AGAINST ITSELF

This is the song against itself
It's of two minds of its own
The discussion brough to logical conclusion
It follows through
But is not true

We'll just write a song against itself
Why do you act like you don't know
What in the world i'm talking about?
It follows through
You have no clue

(I've already had it up with you)
(I've already had it up with you)
(I've already had it up with you)
(I've already had it up with you)

(I've already had it up with you) *Lucas Krupinski*


CANAVERAL

Call it Canaveral
I won't say his name
Could have had anyone, he didn't
What do you think could make him stoop so low?

What do you think could make him
Stick his hands in my life
What on Earth could make him stoop so low?

What do you to think could make him
Stick his cock in my wife
What on Earth could make him stoop so low?

I'd like to put him up there in one
I'd like to see his face
I'd like to put him up there in one
Blow him up into space
He'll fertilize the rice in China
With the cinders of his remains 

Want to start a country somewhere
On an island or an archipelago
or a peninsula, or an isthmus, or a fjord or 
an inlet, or even a mountain
Print up stamps and money there 
and they'll all have Oswalds face *Puric Mizra*


SHOE SONG

I still remember hearing (????????).

Do you get the same jokes as me?
Do you get the jokes the same as me?
I remember the first kiss;
I don't remember the last.

Smash my skull on the sidewalk...
I don't remember the last time...

(i don't know the rest of the song) *Brandon Matuja*


WATCH SONG
 
Hey man, I wanna have a fight with you
Regardless of my feelings on the subject,
It appears that I am going to
 
Get up to fight, and get (forget?) about it
I've paid more than anyone would advise for this watch and so far i am dissapointed in it....
It beeps at me at noon and seven and nine and i cannot turn off the piece of shit
 
Hey man, hey!
I wanna have a fight with you
From the way that you behave it is clear
to me you would like to have one too.
Let's stop, dance (?)...
and do what we both came here to do   *David Woodhhead* *Max Hicks*