Bloodball (c. clay) So what you come here for tonight? Maybe you think you’re a star but need to learn how to shine bright? Yo, I know this girl who thinks she’s a working class hero. But she’s such a snob about it, she might as well be Paris Hilton. I ain’t goin out like a two-bit muthafucka. We are gathered here tonight to join these men with this God in holy matrimony…. You know this all sounds a little homo – a little homo, as in “one.” You know this all sounds a little homo – as in whole, as in united. The Ascension has begun. Do take this man to be your divine lawful God? Do you take this God to be your divine lawful man? Did you even realize that his hand is your hand? Did you even realize that you are the DNA of God?

Four Black Dogs (c. clay) All my ancestors - oh my god - Were chemists who stirred me up, and now I got Four black dogs with bloodballs for eyes Pick on the bones of somebody your own size Four black dogs and one in a veil They’re coming with clubs under a moon so pale Four black dogs and their ears shot back Sent to inform you of what you lack It was clear from the start I could not pimp & thug And when I tried I was bathed in only my own blood Every other word was a nerd come to life And I never heard – never been heard Up against my own knife All the head doctors – I’d just try To make ‘em feel like they doin their job good, I Let my face slowly shine and declared I could feel But outside their door – Still love’s blood had congealed It may be true I can’t be helped unless I wanna be So make me want that - Make me And all of these cells now confess: Chemists who stirred me up… til my death Four black dogs with bloodballs for eyes Four black dogs – one birth fleas One birth the lady bugs, one carry keys Four black dogs got my back Poised – for attack They’re bringing fire into the fog I make my way with four black dogs If all the seeds I plant Turn out to be plastic beads instead At least I’ll have a pretty noose To dig up and string around my head And if that noose don’t hold my weight, Every bone break with the fall And if by then I’m still quivering meat I feed my four black dogs They’re bringing fire into the fog I make my way with four black dogs They’re bringing fire into the fog Now I be the fire with four black dogs All my ancestors - oh my god - Were chemists who stirred me up, and now I got....

Akhar Virgin (c. clay) How much waiting can one man stand before his nervous system splits and swallows life on land? Let’s just say that our love is strong and my arms would fit you better than that clothing you got on. Inside the womb and under the sea water churned from human greed and turned me into God’s pet thief. I made it with princesses and servants under trees, picked pockets of the merchants cuz they weren’t crafty as me. So why should it be the absence of guile in your eyes has stolen a heart more expert than could my meanest tricks & lies? Let’s go. أنا في الحب معك. انت عمري. أنت متعب ، وأنا جائع. How much waiting can one boy stand before his body aches beyond his baba’s stretch of sand? You been scolded long enough - so surely it is time to bite the hand that feeds you wire which wraps your heart in binds. Interpretation of Qur’ans and Bibles shift like shadows by positions of the mind so as you drop down on your knees pray to the Holy Mother now cuz you’ll have one thing less in common with her by the time the sun comes out – let’s go cuz I been thinking about ya all weekend. Why’m I stuck with my left hand When I should be up in my man? Quit pounding on your forehead and maybe your temperature would stop burning you up & out if you wasn’t a virgin anymore. When he cums the juices fly across the galaxy and make a splatter all across the sky. Each shot make a glowing star and scorching trails on which they make their wishes… Akhar Virgin أنا في الحب معك. انت عمري. أنت متعب ، وأنا جائع. Now in the Paradise Garage I’ve found the proper place. You’ve spread your joy so widely but your legs must match the pace. We’ve used our mouths for words but now they’re wanting to move on. Lord knows the rooster crows unto the breaka-breaka dawn.

the gargoyle (c. clay) i’m on my knees for what you care about hoping it exists in what you find across the city you’re punching in at a factory and moving in a line towards those jewelry bits moving in a line i’ll watch over, get there on time, i’ll watch over the turning tide left you smiling and breathless opening and closing worlds of men and you knew you had to run and turn your family to ghosts before the tide would turn again now you’re gone - they pretend they don’t know why and they set aside your coffee cup as if they miss you now he’s running with the one who’ll burn your pretty world down now he’s running with the pick-lock boys with the alley-groping nightbirds now he’s running with the pick-lock boys with the wenches and the wayward if you should find that a clean cut leaves no wound – let your heart do its talk with your mind like so many, your new friend says “don’t forget where you came from” and doesn’t give a reason why no they never give a reason why

PSA (a Pubic Service Announcement from Juha) (c. clay) My love is alive, my mind is quick, I love pissing cuz I love touching my dick – but I don’t like it when the piss dribbles down my leg. Letters are not words til you arrange them. When your boxers smell like piss, it’s time to change them. When you’re at the urinal taking a leak, don’t be shy to shake your dick out for awhile. Sometimes we all wear our jeans for a week, but don’t let yellow stains ruin your style. My love is alive, my mind is quick, I love pissing cuz I love touching my dick – but I don’t like it when the piss dribbles down my leg.

In Gwen's original, the chorus is: "You've got to have a J-O-B if you wanna be with me." Recast as a loner's voice from within a male prostitution circle, Juha has changed it to "We're gonna play it C.O.D if you wanna be with me" - Cash On Delivery. A few other Juha lyric additions: "Preacher wanna save my soul as I ease on down the road." "I surely have enjoyed this form of being unemployed." "Rich boys and hustlers both got Daddy - One in the Porsche, and one in the paddy wagon." "Rough diamond - rough trade." Ain't nothin goin on but the Rent Boy. "A little common cents."

Dip Dip (c. clay; includes a portion of “let’s all chant,” written by m. zager) My body, your body, every body, astral body… You say I treat you like a dog, well I will not rectify - so treat your puppy equal to the human kind You say I look you up and down like you’re a piece of meat - so put your face to the plate and peep the meat deep Sunshine – I know you got many places to be, but I sure do like it when you shine on me so when you’re scopin’ for some admiration… keep in mind: you got an open invitation The spirit hides when you get too intellectual You got no need to act so heterosexual So 90210 - a jungle boogie bungalow is where I rock and Reaper if you want me? Come and take me, yo… We know it’s automatic peace of mind We know it’s gonna be tragic if you don’t shake your fat behind Life is gonna be so nice when we return to light Sunshine – I know you got many places to be but I sure do like it when you shine on me I’ll give you time before we go to take your bubble bath but I won’t wait more than an hour and a half I got so many blessings, I can’t count ‘em and I only wear pants so I can stick my hands down ‘em and grope I am the J/o J/o Boy and all of the rhymes that I employ are to make the body and spirit one – so let your mind fly free and get your fly undone One day all I’m gonna wanna do is party One day move/jump/jack my body One day revolution done come No more living on hope & crumb No more living on hope & crumb – See what’s on the collective tongue They can lock you up but your spirit? Gets sprung Well he looks good in clothes, but still I wanna shuck ‘em He wins every argument because I always wanna fuck him so come on hit that high note We know it’s automatic peace of mind We know it’s gonna be tragic if you don’t hop to this conga line We know this bus takes us past space and time We know there’s gonna be no fuss cuz my little baby girl already talks in rhymes Rikki-Tikki-Tavi’s loved while he’s killing snakes but when he eats the cabbage they start throwing garden stakes His sticky dripping body oozing on the ground cuz everybody bless the servant til the serpent ain’t around I am the fine print in your holy book You best be having re-translations I believe the Devil loves God and God loves the Devil and the sun’s the same flame that lights the infernal that demon or angel’s just a question of casting In the park we got hip hop and Yoko blasting And all this satisfaction that came when I reclaimed my passion… it grew And I couldn’t get enough

Paul in Swan Lake (tchaikovsky – c. clay) all the little girls on the floor gonna learn to dance from the man who kick & turn & wink at his friend who always watch the class, helps pick the groove & tight pants around his ass on recital night all the parents gonna clap & all the little girls gonna come & wrap their arms around this man, this giver of grace & wonder at the purple blotch growing on his face paul i begin to sleep like a boxer my fists hovering dumb over my head you were hot to get into my torn up 18-year-old’s jeans my girl Sheila said - i think she said it as a warning i said “give him my number,” she gave it to you & you called saying “meet me at fellini's at noon” over coffee, thought to myself, “this must be love - i believe! maybe he’s the one – paul.” one summer rain we saw an art movie we walked with stella & sendra and popcorn taste i’d made out with riot boys on the state house lawn - you'd never held hands with one at age 28 & how proud you looked to be holding mine on this wet city sidewalk for the very first time stella say “paul, guess we don't gotta pretend to be lovers with our lover's lover turning round the bend cuz there's a new generation & i think they strong gonna teach us a new way & it's been a long time coming” & paul, you smile fey waiters getting sacked for serving swishy food… these were days of “just round em up, put em on an island & nuke em” our sheet jumped wild as sticky ghosts – it terrified the cat “you know it’s gotta be love when yr fucked like that” all the little kids in ghettoland watch the white faggot with his tools in hand he turn an old crack den into a picture book house & you know what paul would say? “i ain’t gonna rent to no breeders let the muthafuckers sue me let the law grow pale cuz it always worked against me let it fly back in their face - ain’t no decency here & no i ain’t gonna pay my taxes - i’m a muthafuckin queer” paul i begin to sleep like a boxer my fists hovering dumb over my head one day I’ll be walking muscle & bone - no trace of blood upon these streets I tread one night you told me of a drag queen you was with 8 years but never loved you broke her heart, but she brought down the house with “i will survive” at the boa club her eyes never left yours through it & you held her gaze but my eyes were already on some fool-but-suave closet case & when i left you paul i never did see your last dance you & your little girls twirling in piles of ash paul – i heard it was sad now all the little girls find an empty space where they once met the man who taught them grace there’s a “for rent” sign on the studio door through the windows, see scratches on the sleek dance floor & they’re feeling mighty bad, like “what did we do wrong?” parents dwellin on limp wrists & and get the rumors on & you know - you know - where swans go sheila say: “ jojo i really need to talk to you” we go to dunkin donuts with little baby darian & as she change his diapers and i drink my coffee i watch a quiver come up on her tongue: Paul had a new boyfriend but it wasn’t the same He was cold to the guy & said you was to blame Which made me kinda mad, but he said you was the last Bit of warmth bit of hope faith in love that he had & that after you left he just gave up Cursed love out & then he look so bleak & then Paul disappeared, we lookin for days Until this social worker comes around askin to speak… Turns out Paul had AIDS, had it long time, I never knew & something told me that he never told you We thought he’d abandoned the apartment running from the tax man; Our electric got shut of, so we’d said “Paul’s a prick” I’d busted into his place & stole his stereo to sell it Then his mom call & say he’d left cuz he got sick… So yeah I put his stuff back & that’s the last that I heard I guess he with his Ma somewhere in Western Mass She’s a Pisces “Like Jojo was” he always say & I feel so bad every time I pass his door. You okay? & when it comes to leaving planets. why wait? paul i begin to sleep like a boxer my fists hovering dumb over my head one day i’ll be walking muscle & bone - no trace of blood upon these streets i tread Some queen calls saying, “Paul’s Dead. You okay? Sheila’s Dead. Your Community’s Dead.” i got you under my skin.

Can The Bengal Bend All Day (c. clay) Can the Bengal bend all day? In the mangrove where people paint faces on the back of their heads there is the one who still can not be misled. Tenements and factories - it's feed. He matches flashing tunnels for he used to dress as trees. All the sins known and unknown he store up in a box. Your pretty face or pretty soul matter not when he knocks. Can the Bengal bend all day? So we're careful not to crouch like any other primate - though it has been said that we are an acquired taste. In the mangrove, lock up your kids... It's getting late. Nike shoes, McDonald's food. Some receive a paycheck, while one gets in a mood. Mama should have told us to beware when we encroach. It's not so distinct who is the poacher and the poached. It's a complex situation: Ripple in the swamp, panting tongue. Complex nature meets metal beams - uptown buzz, occasional screams. A complex situation: Ripple in the swamp, monkey tongue. A complex situation. Come play, come play, come play. One day he'll be shot while in his mangrove groove. His children they will cry - and then they'll make their move. Can the Bengal bend all day?

The original lyrics by Willie Dixon are joined by Juha's own, which are: I'm really grateful for the slippers and the plastic cup of pills. Sockets with eyes inside - but no light - just blink at the bills. It's been expensive loving you, but worth every dime. It's been expensive loving you, but worth every piece of my hide....

Weasel (a begging brother in line) (c. clay) you popped your head up. weasel. acid live wire. banging metal. now i've been a mess, but found it unsightly i took you...lightly. convinced that it was just a match stick struck in my mind i was just a begging brother in line just an alarm to man the fort just a fresh bruise to wait out just an effect of the full moon time better spent on a new tattoo a way for a man to justify his drink i believe confusion’s just a fear of feeling a desire and time waits on my hands to open up and set mine free somehow my blood wound up in that cauldron, caught your heart one can’t see all the cards on the table in the dark now you may be what i always wanted but the situation - a one i never wanted so fuck me and i may be the sacred heart you crave but the bible never told how jesus can enslave in this situation so fuck thee i know we both got a bottle in our hand and he’s more seductive than any man but i greatly dig when he knock us out and our fingers interlace in sleep and when we clean it all be fine like laundry on the clothing line so swing with the breeze and take a wink at that little bit of stain on the sheets and if you think my love won’t shoot sharp as an arrow right in to you soft as a breeze on your sweet face… breathe it into your lung now and under some strange phase of moon who popped up as your new tattoo a way for a man to throw down his drink i believe the future’s just a flower from my seed and time waits on its knees for you to take some seed from me baby when you gonna get home thought it was a match stick struck in my mind i was just a begging brother in line just an alarm to man the fort just a fresh bruise to wait out and if you should think your love won’t do the boy banging metal has gotten through i love you come on let’s get this thing on i believe conclusion’s just gestation of new fire and time waits on our blood to set these new stars free honey won’t you come explode with me?

Full Grown (Satyrn Returns) (c. clay) I’m no spring chicken, now I’m full-grown cock Ran outta time so I smashed the clock Thought by now I’d be a star in the sky, but oh my Guess I ain’t that kinda guy yet Something’s coming on the water Something’s coming this way… There are rings around Saturn and when Saturn returns You can slip ‘em on your wrists, though it make a little burn Now I think my red bracelets stack up Still maybe now I need some back-up like a Girlband - girl-group-bee-doop - I wanna girl band… and now a boy band: “Jojoboy you’ve made me crazy I was straight now I’m your baby” I am many moods and electrical surges One of those dudes with violent urges From which good manners thwarted proper purges Now everything I felt good & bad people were is Just obliterated, like fun-house glass - And folks are cheerin’ on the dragon as he chasin’ down his cabbage It’s just a blink, it’s age and age So you can play the victim – but I can’t engage A man gets tired of building his own cage So I’d rather save the drama for when I’m on stage An Overseer threw iron at Harriet’s head Peeps wailing in the field thinking Harriet dead But God climbed in her skull with a balm & said “Honey, here’s a mission - time you led” I’d like hip hop to keep expanding Beyond braggadocio and bitch-branding I got more to say than “Suck my dick” (though if you get inspired, by all means…) My style is no style – ask Bruce Lee Do it transmediatively Holler it from a jungle tree Or do it in the mirror and maybe you’ll see how God loves everyone but is partial to queer vegan hottie Multi-racial anarchists… so ponder this: My Blessed Body So we do as Jesus do when oh so forsaken When it’s just the residue of love that’s motivatin Me now I just pray it’s enough To take me to the next plane when my spirit drop its stuff On down, down to the dirt below the ground… Won’t weigh issues, won’t weigh a pound They know not who we be. I am: the bridge between ghetto and high falootin Between Huey Lewis and Huey Newton Almost outta time so we smash the clock I’m no spring chicken now I’m full-grown cock

Tetrodotoxin (c. clay; includes an interpolation of the Romani traditional, “Ramona”) your eyes are tired, baby where is the light? when the stigmata appeared in his hands he fucked the holes & then jumped in the sand of a golf course, honey – a country club mummy & he knew he’d awaken still hard & bloody …sort of angry, sitting in the corner… & now baby: i got knots on my backbone i kick knots on the tree there’s a knot in my neck-rope & a crowd of nazis (& a crowd of not-sees) there is not a wailing woman there is not a prayer i usedta have breathing trouble now I got not a care & an old man say that at the end of the day some angel’s comin for to carry me home singin: “Your heart, your mind – you threw it all away… Your truth, your lies - you threw it all away… Your shame, your pride - you threw it all away… You threw it All.” i ain’t alive no more i used to have so much money that i needed two wallets then the kindness of strangers came to break my fall it was the wheel of fortune & i’d wanna get off while some stranger bought my body cuz i needed some dosh yeah i had a dream & i had a goal & only me was gonna be CEO of my soul but after awhile the journey get old & you find too many hurdles keep your feet from the road your eyes are tired, baby where is the light? it’s like a house that’s burned, its kids returned to live in search of flint. i put a bomb in my belly, I was tired of time with no blast after the tick there is not a wailing woman there is not a prayer i usedta have a breathing habit & now I do not even dare i got knots on my backbone I kick knots on the tree there’s a knot in my neck-rope do you wanna hang wit’ me? some angel’s comin for to carry me home singin: “Your death, your life… - you threw it all away.” The one who accepts unjust violence is slave to another’s greed. And the one who’s born a rebel for freedom knows not what to do in peace. One side says accept - the other, reject - duality. This Is My Explanation To The Friends I Couldn’t Keep. so many friendships i couldn’t keep but humiliation’s always been there for me humiliation is disguised at night but is always undressed by the morning light your eyes are tired, baby… where is the light?

Four Black Dub (c. clay) Never did I understand What it is that make a man And what make me the spoiled cake that monk & pirate both forsake I be that chunk of meat boy I be that beam of light I be that rolling fog that pull the day out of the night Hey girly girly girly what a strange brew to offer Four black dogs rise to the occasion One was called a black bitch, but She had her ticket She know where it take her I think she going to fly away …to and through me One guard the fireplace of an old saloon And its hair rub off on my daddy’s shirt One was called Anubis Who they could celebrate but not stop fearing And Guy-trash… rattle me rattle me home It don’t be so brave to fuck and die It don’t be so brief to fucking die They’re bringing fire into the fog… And I am not what they say I am I am not what they say I am I am not what you say I am I’ma tell you what you are

We Become the Men We Hated (c. clay) There’s a pyramid of power that’s explained to us as hope. If we play by the rules we’ll climb its sides – Or so the story goes. To maintain our objective, our memory is selective. And so: another year in the mill And we, the willfully mentally ill…. It’s survival skill – without it why would we go on? Here I go again – Saturday night, Drunk in a crowd and itching to fight. Looking for a loose mouth to misconstrue. The soldier in the corner look like he’ll do. And if the tables turn it don’t really matter, We just need something to shatter tonight – A little war between two pawns. It’s just a habit. Impulse. A habit. Cold. We become the men we hated. The ones who done frustrated up our minds. We become the men we hated. The faces that we ran from all our lives. And when the water reach eye level: Men are scum and men are dogs. Men are good at rolling logs but That man gush like a sissy. Tell me about your fear of intimacy. Man you best learn who is boss. Pray to Jesus on a cross. The preacher and the president Tax on manhood til it’s spent. Yo pop: My only proof that you got balls at all Is that I am alive and came through you. What I’m saying is: you should show some balls more often. Take a tip from your son, take a stand for your son – You might need the good it do you. Life under your gaze was the most painful thing. I’m glad I can’t see your eyes anymore. The only thing - the thing that we - Discussed was your disgust in me. And you’d turn to ma sayin “But I try so hard…” As I go running out the door. Me & a broom & my sassy jaw bent against the kitchen sink. And your “Why don’t you hit me back?” I wish it was a Gandhi thing. You can’t mistake a chisel for love. You’ll never find the son you want In the one you’re carving up. And the forlorn face switches carriers with age. We become the men we hated…. They say you are a useless boy – couldn’t hold you for ransom. They say you’re an ugly boy though you hold yourself as handsome. You & I are of the chosen to make a new line. So get yourself standing like a Groom of God and tell the grapevine: I am a gorgeous specimen of masculinity I am a magnet for Divine prosperity I am a sex god, I am God’s love My joyful body – a holy rocket. My higher moves are Ninja, my mind Samurai And when you need and ear or shoulder, honey I am the guy I am a new force of nature – the missing element I am the very answer to the prayers I sent I am the solid provider and the provided for I am the monk, the seedy man, shell and the core I am the drawn boundary of the open heart I am my final word and I am the start

You May Now Kiss God (c. clay) Here come the grooms, here paradise looms Here come the grooms wearing God’s new perfume Here they come – Now say “I do” Hallelujah – God says, “What studs!” In sickness and in health and even death Shall not part us. You may now kiss God. Do it with tongue. Make a little baby.