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(They're dead, they're finished! There was a time in this business when they had the eyes of the whole wide world. But that wasn't good enough for them. Oh, no. They had to have the ears of the world, too. So they opened their big mouths, and out came talk. Talk! Talk!) [taken from Sunset Boulevard (1950)]

[The Buttress]

My words don't work
My mouth is tripping, trippy, dripping spitting dirt
I'm not verbal and I never was
Father was obsessed with the images and the visions committed to the psych ward
That's my one and only true joy
I'm sitting porch lit starring at the floor man
Patient as I'm waiting for the Wes Craven torrent
It's raining, it's pouring, forehead glistening
I never did get that invite to The Christening
But that's okay I'm watching movies
I'm sitting moody and uncertain playing chess with death
Shout out to Emar Birdman
Yo I'm dead close curtain
Shit, an ambitious investor
Dexter in the spotlight, the Limelight is lit bright
I sit tight despite the itch from insect bites
Shout out to 1982, I wasn't even in the womb yet bitch

(Wait a minute, haven't I seen you before? You used to be in silent pi.. you used to be big. "I am, it's the picture that got small.") [more from Sunset Boulevard]

[Jak Tripper]

Uh I get dumb, retarded son
Dunce like duh
The yellow one's the sun
Dumb like Harry Crumb
Carry drugs
I would've went to prom with Carrie cuffed
I'm a yuppie, khakis cuffed
By the tennis court in a VW Bug backing up
Nurse ratchet back of trunk
Happy buzz, you get hung from hooks with the mapache ones
It's that batty shit, critics oblivious to how mad he is
I fuck the issues and the sluts with their daddy's dicks
Stoned like witch trials, I smoke like Trinidadians
Me and my hell hounds loitering like psych patients in a court yard with El's out
Hung from a belt now, come find me
My crib deep like possession, a Hell house
My mouth a dropping well where gels melt down
If I don't show I'm in a motel having a meltdown
With a despondent slut playing doctor like Gregory Peck in Spellbound
Get the hell out

(You see this is my life, it always will be. There's nothing else, just us, and the cameras. And those wonderful people out there in the dark.) [more from Sunset Boulevard]