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Carla was on her break from the
Graveyard shift at the mayonnaise factory
She sat at a teetering picnic table
There was a toxic orange moon
And it was slightly cold
Carla took out her knife and began etching
Random words into the table's surface
Then, she thought of her co-worker Jack
Carla liked to think of Jack
As a luscious apparatus
He was meaty but graceful
His flesh seemed folded onto his body
Like a suit made of meat
Carla started to think of Jack as a
Luscious apparatus in a meat suit
Thinking this gave Carla a dreamy smile
Her mouth was small to begin with
But dreaming made it even smaller
That's just how some people are
Their mouths get smaller with dream
Carla's small mouth was dreaming
As her knife began carving a poem into the table
I like hot voids, smooth pants, lazy beds in the rain
I like tongue petals, lather, a blistering sun
but what I like best is the worship
Of a luscious apparatus
When Carla was done carving
She went back to her work station
And scooped shiny white goop into jars
That's just how some people are
Their mouths get smaller with dreaming
The next day Jack took his own 1am lunch break
At the same picnic table
He noticed the poem carved into the wood
Although he didn't know who had written it
He coincidentally thought
'Luscious Apparatus' aptly described him
So he took out his own knife and wrote
'Luscious apparatus was here'
After a few days both Jack and Carla
Happened to sit at the picnic table
At the same time
They both started to look
At the things carved in the table
Then they looked at each other
They knew who each other was
Carla's mouth got small and dreamy
Jack's eyes got round and hot
When they got done
With the graveyard shift
They went back to Jack's apartment
And had sex
Wordless sex, slow sex
Fast sex, talking sex
Sex like animals have
Sex like boys have, sex like girls have
Sex upside down, sex inside out
Sex with grins, sex with tears
Sex, sex, sex
Then she noticed the knife by the side of Jack's bed
Jack picked the knife up And Carla knew at once
That Jack's wounds were from carving himself
Jack was trying to carve poems into himself
And now he wanted to carve some in her
This was where she drew the line
She'd have any kind of sex but not with a knife
When Carla refused to let Jack carve her up
Jack felt cheated and misled
He felt that by carving a poem in the table
Carla had been begging to be carved upon
Carla didn't see it that way at all
She got up and started putting on her clothes
Jack went nuts, he was coming at her with a knife
Carla was scared, Carla was shaking and sweating
Then, because she was small and could move fast
She ducked and Jack tripped and fell
And impaled himself in the arm with his own knife
He howled and howled and Carla got the hell out of there fast
Carla didn't think of Jack as a luscious apparatus after that
|Alan Wilder/Maggie Estep|℗ 1997 Reprise Records}}
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Revision as of 14:56, 12 November 2019

Lyrics


Luscious Apparatus

Carla was on her break from the

Graveyard shift at the mayonnaise factory

She sat at a teetering picnic table

There was a toxic orange moon

And it was slightly cold

Carla took out her knife and began etching

Random words into the table's surface

Then, she thought of her co-worker Jack

Carla liked to think of Jack

As a luscious apparatus

He was meaty but graceful

His flesh seemed folded onto his body

Like a suit made of meat

Carla started to think of Jack as a

Luscious apparatus in a meat suit


Thinking this gave Carla a dreamy smile

Her mouth was small to begin with

But dreaming made it even smaller

That's just how some people are

Their mouths get smaller with dream

Carla's small mouth was dreaming

As her knife began carving a poem into the table

I like hot voids, smooth pants, lazy beds in the rain

I like tongue petals, lather, a blistering sun

but what I like best is the worship

Of a luscious apparatus


When Carla was done carving

She went back to her work station

And scooped shiny white goop into jars

That's just how some people are

Their mouths get smaller with dreaming


The next day Jack took his own 1am lunch break

At the same picnic table

He noticed the poem carved into the wood

Although he didn't know who had written it

He coincidentally thought

'Luscious Apparatus' aptly described him

So he took out his own knife and wrote

'Luscious apparatus was here'


After a few days both Jack and Carla

Happened to sit at the picnic table

At the same time

They both started to look

At the things carved in the table

Then they looked at each other

They knew who each other was

Carla's mouth got small and dreamy

Jack's eyes got round and hot

When they got done

With the graveyard shift

They went back to Jack's apartment

And had sex

Wordless sex, slow sex

Fast sex, talking sex

Sex like animals have

Sex like boys have, sex like girls have

Sex upside down, sex inside out

Sex with grins, sex with tears

Sex, sex, sex


Then she noticed the knife by the side of Jack's bed

Jack picked the knife up And Carla knew at once

That Jack's wounds were from carving himself

Jack was trying to carve poems into himself

And now he wanted to carve some in her

This was where she drew the line

She'd have any kind of sex but not with a knife

When Carla refused to let Jack carve her up

Jack felt cheated and misled

He felt that by carving a poem in the table

Carla had been begging to be carved upon

Carla didn't see it that way at all

She got up and started putting on her clothes

Jack went nuts, he was coming at her with a knife

Carla was scared, Carla was shaking and sweating

Then, because she was small and could move fast

She ducked and Jack tripped and fell

And impaled himself in the arm with his own knife

He howled and howled and Carla got the hell out of there fast


Carla didn't think of Jack as a luscious apparatus after that


Songwriter: Alan Wilder/Maggie Estep
Publishing Information: ℗ 1997 Reprise Records

Dates where Luscious Apparatus was played

Luscious Apparatus has never been played live.