OLIVER BENJAMIN THAYER

Half French and born in Oklahoma, Oliver Benjamin Thayer was whisked away by a storm cloud of dust. He spent his childhood traveling the globe with his family as they collected odd jobs, records and volumes of strange verse. They bounced from Turkey to Italy to Israel to England. Glamorous Iola, Kansas, as well. Unhinged, lost and searching in his teens for adulthood, he found himself stumbling through New York City before the towers fell, chasing his demons through the projects of Bed Stuy and catching more images for songs.

After four years in Asia, mostly passed out on a beach while the police looked for him or someone else, Oliver is in New York City again with a number of new albums available because above all, Oliver writes and sings songs. His global network of disenfranchised humans, drunks, gypsies, artists, thieves, sex addicts, gamblers and lunatics await his next musical and linguistic endeavor. Kiss him and he'll kiss you back.

lyrics

SONG LYRICS

Ill Find You ThereI'd give you the oceanI'd give you the sky if I couldI'd push it all back between the sidewalk cracksOf your neighborhoodYou'll go somewhereI'll find you thereYou'll go somewhereI'll find you thereSoldiers of misfortuneFight for something they can't seeBut never knew the war you fought upon their shoreOf miseryYou'll go somewhereI'll find you thereYou'll go somewhereI'll find you thereWalk on by, sail awayAnother bird will live to fly another dayWhen kindness unbetrayed lifts another alleywayFrom where we stayYou'll go somewhereI'll find you thereYou'll go somewhereI'll find you thereMotel 6 On The SunEvery time I close my eyesI see your jet-black hairDark dream and silk spun thighsStraddling a velvet chairMy baby, were gonna rob this bankPut some gas in this empty tankAnd Ill stab and Ill shoot and Ill shankAnybody in our wayBang, bang baby youre the only oneBang, bang baby gonna have some funBang, bang shoot em up hold my gunAt the Motel 6 on the sunMet you kickin through MexicoLike a breath of fresh air through the dirtThinkin fast and livin slowTryin to avoid all the hurtMy baby, you were gonna explodeRight there on the side of the roadAnd I swore to you I would unloadOn anybody in our wayBang, bang baby youre the only oneBang, bang baby gonna have some funBang, bang shoot em up hold my gunAt the Motel 6 on the sunBang, bang baby youre the only oneBang, bang baby gonna have some funBang, bang shoot em up hold my gunAt the Motel 6 on the sunEvery time I strain to seeAll I see is your jet-black hairGunned down by LAPD Your limp body just lying thereMy baby, I wish itd been me in that carSo still underneath the starsInstead of staring though these steal barsAt all the guards in my wayBang, bang baby youre the only oneBang, bang baby gonna have some funBang, bang shoot em up hold my gunAt the Motel 6 on the sunBad StudentI got a fifth of vodka in my lockerI you want some come see meWell get drunk as hell, cut class till twelve,Eat lunch, throw it up in PESober by three just a little bit, Meth? Just a little hit, followed by a cigaretteDoes it tickle yet? Yes? Then youre good,How I figure it youre just misunderstoodHigh school sucks, gotta make a few bucks,Who gives two fucks? Aw shucks, I couldnt care lessId still get an F on the test if I guessedHigh school blows, pretty girl turning up her noseWearing too many clothes,So I flung all I brung at the board,Shoulda been hung by my umbilical chordTrapped in a cell called a classroomLooking at you bust out the back of your chairAnd I dont know physics, but girl, give that ass roomCause Im bout to bust on the back of your hairAnd life aint fair, but I dont careAnd Im prepared to share this here Kit KatNow were befriended with benefits, suspendedSo bend back, get you pregnant on a gym mattHigh school sucks, gotta make a few bucksWho gives two fucks? Aw shucks, if I had dough? Every last chariot would swing lowHigh school blows and everybody knowsSitting in the back two rowsIts a set up, sit down and shut up, were fed upIt dont let up, too fucked up to get up(Boy, youre a bad, bad Boy, youre a bad student)Visine? Invented for math class,I lean, cant stand after half pastFlag half-mast, half the class mourning something boringYawning, Im watching porn inThe lab with my hand on the mouse and my head in the houseOf the devil, fuck your levelHit you in the face with a shovel, wanna hole dug? Better dig itAnd bury me in itHigh school sucks, gotta make a few bucksWho gives two fucks? Aw shucks, if I had money?Every last bee would bring to me honeyHigh school blows, dunce in a pose with a red nose runnyRunning off the runway in a shitty Hyundai,I feel sportyDead by 27 or suddenly 40MixtapeBaby if you need me, concentrate, receive meIm sending this signal straight to youBaby if you hear me and I come in clearlyThen you know that what I say is trueBaby if you steal me and you need to feel meLay down with your headphones on your bed,Ill be here inside you, listen as I guide you Between the thoughts that live inside your headPut in this mix tape when you need meAnd I will be there when you press playBaby if youre falling and I hear you callingIll be there, I swear, I am your net,Baby if you stumble or you trip and tumbleIll be there to catch all your regretBabe if you rewind me, Im sure you will find meExactly where you thought that I would beBaby if you love me, pass me on and dub meUntil you hear me sing on every streetPut in this mix tape when you need meAnd I will be there when you press playBaby if youre lonesome and company, you want someIll be riding with you in your carSpeeding up or slowing, anywhere youre goingI will be precisely where you arePut in this mix tape when you need meAnd I will be there when you press playSubstance AbuseI met this girl named SubstanceThe daughter of a deaconWe kissed before we said one wordOn the Greyhound bus last weekendI met this girl named SubstanceAnd she asked me to abuse herAt first I was reluctantBut now I just say fuck itShe saidWhen men hit me it feels like a kissI saidThere's something quite wrong with you, missShe saidTake your hand and make it into a fistAnd swing the motherfucker or you're off of my listI met this girl named SubstanceShe uncrossed her legs and told meThat if I tied her wrists real tightShe'd be my one and onlyI met this girl named SubstanceAnd she asked me to abuse herAt first I was reluctantBut now I just say fuck itShe saidWhen men hit me it feels like I'm freeI saidAlright, but why's it gotta be me?She saidI've been bad, bend me over your kneeAnd do as you will 'till a quarter pass threeI met this girl named SubstanceAnd the bitch was mighty crazyShe laughed until I gagged her mouthWith a scarf of silk and paisleyI met this girl named SubstanceAnd she asked me to abuse herAt first I was reluctantBut now I just say fuck itPipesIf youre in love tonight, let me knowAnd Ill remove this smooth tuxedoAnd sting you like a young mosquitoAfter the high school danceWont you be my date when prom comes?I got wine, and weed and strong lungsAnd Ill kiss you when this songs doneI got romance in my handsOne, two, one, two, one, twoThe pipes are callin us babyThe pipes are callin usOne, two, one, two, one, twoThe sun is shinin and it looks like youOne, two, one, two, one, twoThe sun is shinin and it looks like youOne, two, one, two, one, twoOne, twoOther guys they left you strandedA web of lies so underhandedMe, I despise those who aint candidWont you let down your beautiful hair?Playin house under the bleachersYou tore your blouse and I lost my sneakersAnd my favorite Dylan t-shirtBut I dont careOne, two, one, two, one, twoThe pipes are callin us babyThe pipes are callin usOne, two, one, two, one, twoThe sun is shinin and it looks like youOne, two, one, two, one, twoThe sun is shinin and it looks like youOne, two, one, two, one, twoOne, twoBroke TogetherWhen I saw you in the temp agency line I felt sweet agonyThe agony of taking someones hand and not knowing where that hand is dragging meAnd I aint got a dime but I do have time and box of wine Id love to share with youAnd candlelit nights after The Man shuts off the lights I swear Ill bear with youIf we gotta be brokeLets be broke togetherIf we gotta be brokeLets be broke togetherAnd Id rather be brokeThan stacking bills without youIn Beverly Hills without youPopping countless pills without youWhen I saw you at the station, babe, the Greyhound pulled overAnd it took us to Vegas where I married you nameless, dead soberAnd sometimes this life looks like a life; sometimes it looks more like a wastelandBut nothing is as real and nothing makes me feel like your face can, Or my thumb in your waistbandIf we gotta be brokeLets be broke togetherIf we gotta be brokeLets be broke togetherAnd Id rather be brokeThan lost somewhere without youWith Kate Moss somewhere without youWearing Hugo Boss without youLittle MoonbeamLittle moonbeam, little oneHold me closely, kiss me deepLike a daydreams reflected sunIm not worried, theres no hurry at allYour soft, pale rays reveal this mazeAnd I will follow youWinters castle, were snowed inIts no hassle, warmth of skinJust like that old record saidWell share the comfort of my single bed and glideOn nights that gaze through lazy daysWill you follow me?Little moonbeam, little oneI will protect you and keep you nearLike a daydreams reflected sunThe moon will be the sunlights mirror we seeThough no one knows just how love growsWe will follow itNone of My BusinessRiding all across the lightningSearch the wall for writingEvery time she liesChanging, babys rearrangingAll the things shes stagingBut she dont even tryI dont ask her whyIts really none of myBusiness if she diesKiss her when she cries4th Street, chasing down her heartbeatNeedle and the vein meetUnderneath her skyWitness, reach out to her sicknessLooking for her fix thisBitch is on the slyI dont ask her whyIts really none of myBusiness if she diesKiss her when she criesChasing dreams that are erasingAll the things were facingTell the girl goodbyeNaked in the doorway shakingBaby I cant take itLeave her on the flyShe knows the reason whyIts cause really none of myBusiness if she diesKiss her when she cries35mmShe says she wants to be an actressAs she gets up off of the mattressAnd puts on her wedding ring and black dressI don't want to escape her35mmAnalogue world35mm, 35mmShe says someday she will be famousUntil then, might as well be aimlessTopless where all the free cocaine is,Dollar bills, pills and rolling papers35mmAnalogue world35mm, 35mmSometimes I feel like we're going round and roundSometimes I feel like we're going round and roundSometimes I feel like we're going round and round35mmShe says the world is getting colderYou got to look over your shoulderAnd I feel just like her perfect soldierWhen she calls me up to tape her35mmAnalogue world35mm, 35mm35mmAnalogue world35mm, 35mm3 BallsBaby would you still love me if I had 3 balls?Baby would you still love me if I had 3 balls?Would you still hold me tight And make me feel alrightAnd would you hold my 3 balls In your hand every night?Baby would you still love me if I had 3 balls?Baby would you still need me if I had 3 balls?Baby would you still need me if I had 3 balls?If I had 3 ballsId still love youBut you leave me all aloneWith my 3 balls blue?Baby would you still love me if I had 3 balls?Baby would you still want me if I had 3 balls?Baby would you still want me if I had 3 balls?If I had 3 balls Would it be me that you digOr would you find the wet spotOn your sheet too big?Baby would you still love me if I had 3 balls?Baby would you still love me if I had 3 balls?You Will Be So HappyChoking on a wishbonePop another sin in the God machineWatch it come out so fresh and cleanStanding on the cornerKeep my hood up and my head down tooSo cameras cant see just what I doYou will be so happy somedayYou will be so happy somedayYou will be so happy somedayYou will be so happyIts half past midnight and ImCreeping past the searchlightsLooking for a dream deferredA prayer no ones saidSleeping in a motelDreaming bout a hooker down in New OrleansWho look like a girl from the magazinesSpitting out the poisonWalking down the street in a dead mans coatDigging on a song that a dead man wroteYou will be so happy somedayYou will be so happy somedayYou will be so happy somedayYou will be so happyIts half past midnight And your skirt is only skin tight I wanna make love to the spaceBetween thoughts in your headJudge hits the gavelMaking license plates as the day goes byStamped with words live free or dieWaiting for the sunriseIm back in the world with some brand new shoesAnd a fistful of nothing loseYou will be so happy somedayYou will be so happy somedayYou will be so happy somedayYou will be so happyIts half past midnight and ImCreeping past the searchlightsLooking for a dream deferredThe comfort of your bedMindquakeThis is whats left after a mindquake babyShattered thought spraying everywhereDebris rolling in from the horizonOn the rooftop gasping for airIts a mindquake babyIts a mindquakeShake it up Break it all apartIts a mindquakeBaby feel your spine breakTheres a fault line in your heartBetter catch your breath after a mindquake babyNo cigarettes in your ashtray nowCracks in the wall where you watch the paint peelTryin to sleep but you forgot how Its a mindquake babyIts a mindquakeShake it up Break it all apartIts a mindquakeBaby feel your spine breakTheres a fault line in your heartThis is your death after a mindquake babyWords from friends who secretly hate youThey strip you naked just to rob you blindFor any little thing that they can relate toIts a mindquake babyIts a mindquakeShake it up Break it all apartIts a mindquakeBaby feel your spine breakTheres a fault line in your heartHer Hands Will Feed Your MuleShes walking through the meadowShe staggers all aloneThe asters bloom below herHer breath cuts to the boneYou watch her from your fortressShes a vision in your mindHer eyes are bleeding for youBut she will not go blindHer hands will feed your mule Her hands will feed your mule Her hands will feed your mule Her hands will feed your muleShe rises from the gutterIn a purple velvet coatShe mutters something softlyYou touch her trembling throatAnd she can see right through youLike a psychic through a petPerhaps she can renew youSo you give her your regretHer hands will feed your mule Her hands will feed your mule Her hands will feed your mule Her hands will feed your muleShe rises from the ruinOf every dead disguiseAnd all the faded wisdomSurrounded by your spiesYou peel away her surfaceYou throw out every ruleHer eyes are looking at youHer hands will feed your mule
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I'll Find You There
Motel 6 On the Sun
Bad Student
Mixtape
Substance Abuse
Pipes
Broke Together
Little Moonbeam
None of My Business
35mm
3 Balls
You Will Be So Happy
Mindquake