Kirkdify
Williamsburg, BK
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The Tallest Hooker on Earth (Live Lyrics)
(gesture: from the ground, through the body, out the mouth, through the sky during/while speaking until honking) (note* just once)
Closer to nature that baby can scream (*maybe a gesture for each sentence. The “scream” can be said/come out more like the honking to come soon?). Maybe as close in a dream. Or in the moments before you die.
(honking to “sing”) (*before you can think, change. Leave yourself alone. Use your body like that baby. Focus on releasing your sound.) (*music begins from group)
She was the tallest hooker on earth. In a long pink dress. What’s your name?
Some hookers just couldn’t get it right. They were too short. They used their real name.
Walking through a crowded street with her mister on her arm
He said, [“let me do the talking.”] He did.
She did the whipping and the flogging and submitting to her power was easy-[er than paying]. [Roughly slapping, spitting, sitting. If internet killed the video star, it brought them back as a porn star.]
How easy to do everything. Run out of things. Get Chlamydia.
If only regret would fit, she’d spell it all out. [Do what you can do and hope that some accident of brilliance occurs.]
When we can’t get what we want we usually sleep. [I wish it were easier to live]
[(I) didn’t come this far to clear your greasy beer bottles. (I’ll figure it out on my own)] [[*give the phrases in brackets away to people in the group?]]
People you hate. It’s even worse having to talk to them.
One week would bring the stress. She entered a glass room and all around the rain poured down
She could still see being so tall and all (mostly in her neck) and at the last minute always found what she needed and since it happened more than once she never looked for anything else
But lay in bed and lay and lay and lay
[One thing adds to another, a compromise here, temporary fix there, now you are a maze. When nature escapes through your mouth, it’s already gone through all the glitches of the human race. ]
Many drugs. Some legal. Some not. Some safe. Some not.
Do you know what people think of hookers? [You’re basically getting paid so that people can be mean to you. It’s not a metaphor, ok. What do you think it’s like to live in a country where no one stops lip servicing the ideal, but the truth (reality) has been exposed. Online. Over and over and over and… (I am) Julian assange. Bernake. Obama. Fuck you! (x2) Don’t think I don’t see through your every word. Even if I can’t do anything about it (yet). I renounce working! (x2) This stupid monopoly game that no one ever wins. I’M NOT PLAYING! (x2) Money has no value. Rich, power, a ditch we can’t get out of] [start over]
And in this city it’s a maze
The cats got your tongue but the cats in the bag
The prize is an illusion and the price isn’t right
You forfeit right away what you don’t lose eventually
You realize your plans exclude your dreams, chances are lost hopes, you can’t be loved and broke.
Until you start over. Which thankfully. We’ve already done.
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