Perimeter Two

[Song]
Facing you on
Head on, head on
Down
The boundaries are set
You must just read on
Final analysis will come on like a virus
Set aside, head on
Looking like twilight
Moon down, low to the ground
I saw you underground
Lipstick smeared at the death scene
You are a suspect that was not seen
You are a suspect

Face disfigured from being insane
Listening to Prince instead of Coltrane
Do-wop-ditty-ditty one more time
Train kept it rolling down the line
Facedown, low to the dirt of the ground
Facedown, flat in the green grass now
Final count will leave us so unstable
Black mass comedy, willing and able

[1st Monologue]
She told me she'd never been to the ocean
I believed her
She told me that the boyfriend before the last one had burned her with a cigar up and down her body
I asked her to show - to show me
She rolled up her pant leg
Awful and severe and intense cigar burns began on her shins on the front of her legs
She started there and, following no particular path, continued up her belly near the button
I’ve seen her earlier in the day on the street and I remember see- seeing a burn or a sore right above her belt
That was earlier in the day
I didn't know her story
I still don't know all of it
She was cute, I admit
She was 18
She informed me of severe abuse at the hands of her family
I believed that too
She said she’s just broken up with her latest boyfriend
Said he was bisexual
I thought: "My - GOD, those - cigar burns, she'll be scarred for life"
It was a fat cigar
She told me how two guys held her down while her boyfriend burned her
I knew what she looked - I knew what she - I knew what she - I knew what she - I knew what she looked like in a bikini
She was sex- se- she was sexy
She said her favorite pastime was oral sex, on the receiving end
I finished the tall - I - I finished the tall boy with a - with - lit - lit cigar and winked down at her
She was laying on my - on my mattress, enjoying the cool, artificial breeze of my electric fan
It's called "the wind machine"

[2nd Monologue]
August 11th, 1997, as we're headed into the big century 21
That's actually not the real 21st century, man has been around a lot longer than that, okay?
Okay

[3rd Monologue]
Tired
By the war
Dreamscape
Benelux
Gray matter
Tiring
Tired
Tired matter
Gray matter
Tired matter
Tired
Gray matter
Ain't no riddles
Tired

[4th Monologue]
All information, sometimes nothing
All that action precedes definite release
The concourse is clean
Many rhythms I've made in the blink of a shade
And the concourse is clean
It appears that there's a train
And it’s taking you to the outskirts
Rather fetching in your outfit
Slipped a mickey in your cocktail
And pomegranates hang like breasts
VALIS, pomade
Central misinformation
Sometimes nothing
The concourse is clean
It ain’t that far to the ditch
And there's trouble on the ridge
And it ain’t that far from the limousine to the gutter
And what's happening here is straight out rat [?]
There's a canine in the corner
And it ain't sayin’ all that much
Pomegranates hang like breasts
Water rolls out of a pipe
And glides down a rock wall
The drive to Chicago wasn't that memorable
But Miss Richards was glowing
And Bruce bought us breakfast
We emptied the bottle, and loaded the U-Haul

[5th Monologue]
Chris!
You gotta make up your mind, Jim