zèbre deux

by Baggypantsrich

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"Jump the turnstile, learn to be free" is an invitational command for a richer, more beauteous life. Prudence for fear of novelty. Wildness for fear of manicuration. Elegance for fear of vulgarity. Provocation for fear of complacency. This echo-album, released 5 years to the day of BPR's debut, is a celebration of possibility.
- Flora Iste

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released October 31, 2016

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Baggypantsrich Baltimore, Maryland

Baggypantsrich is an inspired singer-songwriter with a flair for glam and an ear for melody. His songs are plaintive rockers with glistening lyrics. His live show merges grace with raw energy.

He is currently giving performances in support of his new album "Lurid" Listen here: baggypantsrich.bandcamp.com/album/lurid
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Track Name: Casanier
Wrap your legs around my throat.
Tell me when to stop or go.
Tell me what time it is.
Take a marker from your bag;
Draw a symbol on a flag.
Kiss my arm through my coat.

Green shadow on your eyes.
Cow is pissing from the skies.
Jump the turnstile, learn to be free.
She bleeds water; I bleed wine.
Pixelated grapefruit vine.
Your partner is too close in age.
Beads in trees, whores in air.
Lucifer has real good hair.
Stigmata paints notes on the page
Of my skin.
Track Name: Brown Lover
I could love you.
I fall down.
I could kill you.
I am your brown lover.
I have no friends,
just a beating heart.
You are a song.
The rhythm cannot start.
You hurt me
when you kiss her.
Maybe I get you back
if I am a her.
Brown lover.

Becots becots.
Louisiana.
Becots becots.
You are my manna.
No, you can't see
what's underneath.
No, you can't see.
To you, I bequeath.

Becots becots!
Une petite fleur.
Becots becots!!
L'eau qui pleure.

Je suis l'eau qui pleure.
Track Name: #gigglelit
Giggle lit.
Wiggle fit for you & me.
In you, I see something.

Losing a part of me
in you is how I see
myself die just a million times,
and I sigh a hummingbird
and I sigh a disco-ball.

Giggle lit.
Wiggle it for you & me.
In you, I see something.
Track Name: Fuck Me Here
Don't look.
Don't cook.
Just give me something I can remember -
To remember.
Fuck me here.

Right there.
A triangle.
Not a square, at an angle.
Your hair.
Fuck me here

If I knew you.
To have, to do you.

Fuck.
Damn.
Shit, he can't find my clit.
Dis some bullshit
On your tongue, I run.
From your cum.
I love your cum, Slut.
Fuck me here.
Track Name: Fuck Me Here
Don't look.
Don't cook.
Just give me something I can remember -
To remember.
Fuck me here.

Right there.
A triangle.
Not a square, at an angle.
Your hair.
Fuck me here

If I knew you.
To have, to do you.

Fuck.
Damn.
Shit, he can't find my clit.
Dis some bullshit
On your tongue. I run
From your cum.
I love your cum. Slut.
Fuck me here.
Track Name: Arizona Sun
Arizona sun - sunlight sun, she shoots her.
She shoots her heat like a gun - just like a gun, she shoots her.

And I remember when we would always be.
We would go everywhere. Boy! I remember me
& you all around your place.
Girl, I wish you still knew what it tastes like.

And tell me, do you remember all the things we did?
Well, let me tell you. Here's to you kid.
Feeling lonely really is, it is the worst.
Now my only memory of you is on my shirt.
Track Name: Girls Rawk!
Girls rock! (they say)
It's good to be alive today.
Angie was her name;
She was not to blame for her evil ways.

The Angel, she said to me,
"We will never ever be free."

How long can one cry
Before the eyes, they dry?
Blood dripping on the walls of my mind,
I'm fine in real time.

You are free.
Track Name: Flame of Velour
All the literature in the world cannot tell me what to do.
In dreams, I'm alone with you.
All the poetry in the world is a penance for a broken heart.
Or am I just a shopping cart?

Only to avert your eyes for the loneliest surprise,
Oh my love! extemporize me from the flame of velour
by dint of your assigned grace by God or man.
I'm a man, I guess.
But I don't wanna guess.
I guess.
Track Name: Tears for France
[sic]
Track Name: The Thoughts of Dead People
Baby, baby
Lift your lids and see.
Screw the pain away.
Kiss my sores and my headache.

Feathers in your hair.
Liners, I don't care.
Bleeding from your parts.
The end begins with a start.

Why do you ask me that?
My being is mine, not that.
Communication lost in translation.

I can't wait to go
sit with God at his throne.
Thinking will be dead.
Thoughts molest my head.
Track Name: Henry Darger
I've never heard this piece before. I created it without listening back. It is a collage of new and old material, heavily processed and cut up.