Recoil - Luscious Apparatus Lyrics
Carla was on her break from thegraveyard shift at the mayonnaise factoryShe sat at a teetering picnic table,there was a toxic orange moonand it was slightly coldCarla took out her knife and began etchingrandom words into the table's surfaceThen, she thought of her co-worker JackCarla liked to think of Jackas a luscious apparatusHe was meaty but gracefulHis flesh seemed folded onto his bodylike a suit made of meatCarla started to think of Jack as aluscious apparatus in a meat suitThinking this gave Carla a dreamy smileHer mouth was small to begin withbut dreaming made it even smallerThat's just how some people are,their mouths get smaller with dreamsCarla's small mouth was dreamingas her knife began carving a poem into the tableI like hot voids, smooth pants, lazy beds in the rainI like tongue petals, lather, a blistering sunbut what I like best is the worshipof a luscious apparatusWhen Carla was done carvingshe went back to her work stationand scooped shiny white goop into jarsThat's just how some people are,their mouths get smaller with dreamingThe next day Jack took his own 1am lunch breakat the same picnic tableHe noticed the poem carved into the woodAlthough he didn't know who had written it,he coincidentally thought'Luscious Apparatus' aptly described himSo he took out his own knife and wrote'luscious apparatus was here'After a few days both Jack and Carlahappened to sit at the picnic tableat the same timeThey both started to lookat the things carved in the tableThen they looked at each otherThey knew who each other wasCarla's mouth got small and dreamy,Jack's eyes got round and hotWhen they got donewith the graveyard shiftThey went back to Jack's apartmentand had sexWordless sex, slow sex,fast sex, talking sexSex like animals have,sex like boys have, sex like girls haveSex upside down, sex inside outSex with grins, sex with tearsSex, sex, sex Then she noticed the knife by the side of Jack's bedJack picked the knife up And Carla knew at oncethat Jack's wounds were from carving himselfJack was trying to carve poems into himselfand now he wanted to carve some in herThis was where she drew the lineShe'd have any kind of sex but not with a knifeWhen Carla refused to let Jack carve her up,Jack felt cheated and misledHe felt that by carving a poem in the tableCarla had been begging to be carved uponCarla didn't see it that way at allShe got up and started putting on her clothesJack went nuts, he was coming at her with a knifeCarla was scared, Carla was shaking and sweatingThen, because she was small and could move fastshe ducked and Jack tripped and felland impaled himself in the arm with his own knifeHe howled and howled and Carla got the hell out of there fastCarla didn't think of Jack as a luscious apparatus after that
