Pop Song - cLOUDDEAD

Two, three

I can’t do it without

Go

It’s the wood man and his splintering self

It’s the wooden woman and her hollowing out

Sickly Mickey Mouse

Skinny Minnie Mouse

Elvis, what happened?

Pop/sickle note:

The label stapled a speaker

To the back of a sheep’s throat

Tongue depressor with

The width of a spatula

Suppresses all syllables:

«blah blah blah», end quote

Cotton candy… spun any way you like it

Elvis, what happened?

High school picture day in L.A.,

Someone in the sky with diamonds

And you go back to bed

With a dead dog in your head

Two perfect strangers carrying a ladder

You can tell their strangers

Chasing themselves in the windows of shops

How can I be your lover

When you sport a head of rubber?

Sucker…

You can’t take applause to bed with you

I’ve got my own blood

And a decent depression line

And then we said «fuck» in our pop song

Hi kiddies

Well, we’re cramping and sweating and groaning with the rest of them

Is that all?

Well, I’ll try and give you that dope that you were talking about

We’ve already wrecked about three records trying to perfect one

First sounded like we were talking in a thrashing machine

And then one thing or another

So maybe this thing isn’t gonna turn out alright

These records are sure the real mccoy

Your voices sounded so real on the last one

I almost caught myself answering back a couple of times

Well I’ll see ya soon

Send another record if you have one

Being here is sure swell

We’re gonna be on our vacation in

Hello?

who is this?