Criptic Critic Conscience and Known for it

Saturday, May 16, 2026

Mark Kozelek dogs

 

 

Katy Kerlan was my first kiss
I was only five years old, and she hit me with her purse
I had braces on my legs, and I almost fell down
And from that day moving forward, I've been petrified of blondes

Oh, Patricia, she was my first love
She sat eight rows behind me, and I couldn't breathe
I gave her Pink Floyd, Animals, when we were in sixth grade
And it was on her turntable when I met her on Sunday

Her mom was out and we were listenin to "Dogs"
She reached down my pants and discovered I was bald
And when I touched her down there, she was blossoming and soft
And all next day at school, she ignored me in the hall

Shelly and Amber gave me my first taste
I went down on them both at Amber's parents' place
We were drunk as skunks and high on Darvon
And they gave me a bath and I stumbled on home

Mary Anne was my first fuck
She slide down between my legs, and oh, my God, she could suck
I went with her friend first, but I couldn't get it in
And when she caught me with Mary Anne, her heart was broken

Mary Anne got cold and abruptly broke it off
For a guy with sweatpants and a pickup truck
I begged her not to dump me, I pleaded, "No"
But her body language told me it was time for me to go

The guy with the truck picked me up and brought me home
I sat down at my piano, and my spirit was low
But I pulled myself together, and I played a few notes
Now, I was the one who got their heart broke

I met a girl named Deborah, she lived on the canal
She made me eggs in the morning, she was such a sweet gal
And we went to Red Lobster and we went to Tangier’s
She had motherly love, she was warm and she cared
She was a beautiful girl, and she had a big heart
But I drifted away because there wasn't that spark

Oh the complicated mess of sex and love
When you give that first sting or you're the one who gets stung
And when you lose control and how good it feels to cum
And when you’re pantin like a dog, getting into someone

Oh, rejection, how it hurts so much
When you can't love the one you've been longing to touch
And they're onto someone else, and it don't feel right
And you wonder are they're cumming, together all night

The nature of attraction, cycles on and on
And nobody’s right, and nobody’s wrong
Our early life shapes, the types to whom we are drawn
It’s a complicated place, this planet we’re on

Men At Work - Overkill

 

I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications
Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know will be all right
Perhaps it's just imagination

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
It's time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation
At least there's pretty lights
And though there's little variation
It nullifies the night
From overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Come back another day

I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications
Especially at night
I worry over situations that
I know will be all right
It's just overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away