Vulgar Modalities

by Pablo Jones

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released October 2, 1998

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Pablo Jones Minneapolis

Pablo is a Minneapolis based singer-songwriter who has performed throughout the U.S. and released two full-length CDs: Vulgar Modalities (1998 Spiderbone Records) and Bitches and Machines (2001 Sursumcorda). His latest recording, Absolute Prophetic Weakness (2008 Spiderbone Records), was written and recorded over a seven day period and released exclusively online. ... more

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Track Name: Tina
Tina had beautiful titties
she was the sweetest cocksucker I knew
her mouth was warm and hungry
and her lips quivered fast
whenever she blew

now there's nothing wrong with cocksuckers
there's a handful in every crowd
still I blushed when she grabbed me
and spoke like a sailor
but those were her words not mine
it was her body not mine

We broke every light in the city
she drank till the very next day
preaching like a messiah
like a whore
like a newborn babe

and waking up in the hotel
she wanted to go at it again
even though we were ruined
and obviously at the end

but my education was useless
against the humor of her world
still I blushed when she grabbed me
and fucked like a sailor
and that was her way not mine
that was her way not mine

you can't always predict what people want
you can't always predict how it's going to feel
you can't always right or wrong
this is Tina's song
Track Name: Very Funky Dream
Last night I had a very funky dream
I dreamt I was overseas
with my father
my mother
my sister
she and I were fighting
we would not walk together

we crossed a bridge
there was a body
and police surrounding the body
they ushered us to safety
in the stairwell of a parking ramp

they were negotiating a hostage deal
with the kidnappers who killed the body
and my sister and I were about
my mother and father
who are in actuality divorced
and never talk to one another

The kidnapper demanded
that a child be exchanged
for the child it was holding
now there was a woman in the stairwell
she had a child
and I realized she wanted to exchange
my sister for her child

but instead
my family united
presented the kidnapper
with a small child
the kidnapper
spoke in a woman's voice
and was embodied in a casserole dish
filled with Spaghetti
and the child we surrendered
was a small tupperware container
overflowing with yellow lentils

and the kidnapper said
this child must have religion
and I said oh yes
this child has religion

and I placed the tupperware container
which was actually the devil
and had been a curse on my family
because it would not stop overflowing
I placed the devil on the
Spaghetti kidnapper

it was a very funky dream
you would not believe
how everything seemed
very funky dream
Track Name: Paris Was Hungry
Paris was hungry
the summer my father lived in the passage of desire
and me and John would walk down St.Denis
past all the circus of whores from Hati
and every other part of the world

Paris is not black and white like in the movies
it has an appetite
and full blown color
in Les Halles we watched a most perfect clown
he never smiled
he never smiled

we took trains and buses
and celebrated often
we howled in late night clubs
where Aretha Franklin was a goddess

here where Miller was blown
here where Celine was absurdly
here I could tell a small part of my life was consumed
and would stay forever
Track Name: 1426
This is my apartment
if I want I can shit in the corner
leave food on the windowsill
build a bomb
build another bomb

but I don't do it
I just sing
I sleep
I sit

I live alone
my best and worst friend
is the telephone

soup on the stove
silverfish on the tile
sun comes
then goes after awhile

this is my apartment
1426 West 31 St.
this is my apartment

Listening to Zepplin
Black Mountainside
punching holes in the silence
jacking off to kill time
and jacking even more
to kill even more time

this is my apartment
1426 West 31 St.

This is where I nail my hand
to the trigger of another song
and excuse the living
and excuse the dying
and try to make the night
short instead of long

If you pray for me
I will pray for you

you know where I live
you know where I live
Track Name: T&A
I was in love with tits and ass
and the notion that fucking could be done without softness
but I am better now
and the true dimensions of it mean more

someone's gentle hand
on someone's gentle back
pulling into embrace
lovingly and on many levels

someday that will be enough
and all the flavored lubricants
gentle clamps and other hilarious
products of the world
will stand up and walk out the door
utterly unemployed forever

and all the cocks and cunts will cheer
a mighty hallelujah
a mighty hallelujah

and finally yes finally, finally
we'll have each other
and the seriousness of unimportant things
will matter
will matter

I was in love with tits and ass
and the notion that fucking could be done without softness
but I am better now
and the true dimensions of it mean more

someone's gentle hand
on someone's gentle back
pulling into embrace
lovingly and on many levels
Track Name: Journey Into The End Of The Night
cock oh infamous cock
where are you taking us tonight
some unlit drawing room
where the tea is cold
and old women wait
or battlefields naked
but for the blood of young soldiers
wasted in glory

Cock of infamous cock
irrepressible immortal cock
trying to bang eternity
in every alley and cheap motel

reject this vision
this hollow pantomime
this empty heaven
this prison of your choosing
in spite of all myth
you're not my only reason

oh foolish and desperate cock
we also have worship and laughter
generous domains
where orgasms run free
without start or finish

Oh soft and magic cock
misunderstood misused and spent cock
with only one direction
relax into forever
relax into forever

and trust in the unnamed bounty of these gentle new lands

and sleep sweet cock
as both are ushered beyond your simple wisdom
to the journey into the end of the night
through journey into the end of the night
through journey into the end of the night
Track Name: Olive
I love olive
because their pits
like burnt skeletons remain
and when you eat so many
they lay around together
and remind me of genocide

I love olive
I love olive
I love olive

There are so many kinds
but they all end up the same
why you could chew a whole graveyard
till your your jaw hurts
or you grow bored
and spit them back into the earth
where I don't know what happens

I think that's how God must love me
I think that's how God must love me

I love olive
I love
I love
I love
Track Name: Day Like Today
I built a fire
I put my hand into the flame
sure enough I got burned
but I felt no pain
I felt nothing
and nothing's worse than nothing
on a day like today

on a day like today
I could learn to kill
a bird
a worm
someone I loved
or someone I love still

when the green of living
falls unnoticed and undone
breathing turns to breath
and the sun becomes just the sun
and I feel nothing
and nothing's worse than nothing
on a day like today

god damn the architects of tomorrow
god damn the vampires of phantom economies
god damn the agile sexless dreams of imperfect history
may they return into ashes
and leave me alone

I want to play you
I want you to play me
I make riotous love
I want to taste the labour of it
I want to ride with you
from here to Montana

but I feel nothing
and nothing's worse than nothing
on a day like today
on a day like today
Track Name: The Last Wound
on my hand was the last wound
still yanking me around
long after the majors had healed

and a thin layer of medical stuff
didn't stop the blood
didn't stop the blood

and I worried that in bed
it would make wide red arcs
across my linens
across my linens

sketching out a mysterious logo
that would broadcast my vulnerable condition
to every dark spirit on the block
my shitty luck
like a banquet to fill their bellies
how could I do my sleep
how could I do my sleep
how could I do my sleep
thinking these horrible things

believing the wound to be bigger than me
believing the wound to be bigger than me
Track Name: Dr. Strange
I thought you were crazy
I thought you were crazy
but you wore your cross with pride
and you didn't try to hide
behind any false faith

maybe you were lost
maybe you were found
maybe it was me who was confused
maybe it was the other way around

you told me that you knew
I was living in the light
maybe I am living in the light
or maybe you're crazy
or maybe you're crazy
or maybe you're right

you gave up working for the money
the almighty dollar
that we all turn tricks for
crazy thought you were crazy

we talked about that one movie
you saw and you were transformed
called Dr. Strange
about a mystic
who does magic spells

I told you that was first a comic book
drawn by Steven Ditko and written by Stan Lee
and you said oh that's cool
and I knew you were cool
I knew you were cool

you walked down by the lake with me
and we fed the geese
and I knew you weren't crazy

you said you knew me
you said you knew me
you knew I was not crazy
you said I was living in the light

Jonathan I don't know
I don't like the way this feels
I don't like the way this feels
I don't like the way this feels

maybe I could be transformed
maybe I could be transformed

maybe I am crazy
maybe I am crazy
Track Name: Cockroach
cockroach
cockroach

I did not take you out
it was the exterminator
that comes by
in the brutal summer months

cockroach
cockroach

I hope you don't mind me saying
you look like a drunk Rockette
belly-up in the bath tub
greeting the last surrender
with a crazy-legged dance

cockroach
cockroach

you are super tough
no one could deny you that
but I've seen this kind of thing before
and you're not
definitely not going to make it

cockroach
cockroach

I took you to the window box
and I set you in the flowers
my sister sent last winter
and you lived for many days
among the azaleas and heather
a titan of the living
fading into majestic stuff

and if it makes you feel any better
I've seen this kind of thing before
in small towns and big cities
in marriages and commerce
in all order of life

and sometimes I think to myself
hey what a shitty thing
hey what a shitty deal
and other times I feel okay about it

cockroach
cockroach

tonight I feel okay about it
tonight I feel okay about it
cockroach I feel okay about it
Track Name: Greetings
today many people called out my name in greeting
Richard Luka from high atop the Walker
Tracy and Justin who pulled over to tell me the band broke up
David Carr back from his seven year medallion fresh from D.C.
the salon boys who roll like kittens laughing
to the beat a carload of fashion expertise
heading into a long night of dance
Mr. Marc Bowen fast in his car flashing a smile
delivering something somewhere
Cooker John at the Bryant Lake Bowl
a handshake then I had to go
all of the Muddy Water chess heads including Dan
who's so large he can't keep his eyes in his head
or his pants up either
hit the clock Dan time's a wasting
that girl Bowen's been sleeping with
may her charms endure forever
oh yeah and Randy
how was Chicago
and of course a special thanks to everybody else
thanks to all the little people who made this day possible
if I could stay erect long enough
I'd fuck you all in every hole you ever had
and somehow feel less shitty and more connected to you all
but since I don't know any of you
I guess this song will have to do
Track Name: 88.Whatever
my radio is set
to your favorite station
you turned the dial
a few days
or weeks ago

88 point whatever
traffic and jazz

it's a strange combination
but people listen
it's a strange combination
but people listen

influenza and cupcakes
steeled toed boots
and amorphous yellow sled-dog torpedoes
ping pong balls lousy with the jealous french
private unhappy niggers

it's all the same
and I don't have the strength to change
anything