Lyubov (Expanded)

by Steve Fitch

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My Music by Me Music no. ME89X

Derived from these albums:

01 “Fucksgiving”
02 “My Beautiful World”
03 “White People Have My Brain Hooked-Up to a Machine”
04 “Doing This”
05 “Re-Wind”
06 “Now”
07 “Memetic Heretic”
08 “The Fabric of the Fantasy”
09 “A Curse in Reverse” (CD bonus track)
10 “By Disappointment Only”
11 “Exit Plan”
12 “By Disappointment Only”
13 “The Fabric of the Fantasy”
14 “Old Lolita”
15 “My Dream of Your Dream of My Dream of You”
16 “Repeat 7 Fade”
17 “Memetic Heretic”
18 “Violation of Terms of Service”
19 “Fucksgiving”
20 “My Son, the Loser” (CD bonus track)

Those albums and others can be downloaded here:
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Hit me: mymusicbymemusic.com

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released July 28, 2014

Songs and instrumentals composed and performed by Steve Fitch © 2010–2014.
Published by My Music by Me Music (BMI).

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Track Name: Good for Her
GOOD FOR HER

this relationship would be really good for her now
another man who's good for showin'er how
and all the lessons she'll learn and he will permit
until she uses him up and it goes to shit
now she's aglow
with love and lust and pleasure
sure as she can know
that she's finally found a treasure
but when she tells it
a year from today
she's gonna put it
a different way
just another jerk
like all the rest were
but who she thought
would be good for her

twenty years or so and twenty men later
it's all that she can do not to be a man-hater
she'd switched to women 'cause she thought that men were a curse
only to find out how much women were worse
now she's serene
with a man who could tame her
still kind of mean
but i can't say that i blame her
look back on all the
damage she's done
it's almost a wonder
that she found someone
good for her
good for her
she found someone who's
good for her

good for her
good for her
she found someone who's
good for her

© 2013 Steve Fitch
Track Name: The Land That Time Neglected
THE LAND THAT TIME NEGLECTED

how old are ya, man?
i wonder if you know
doing something you did
30 years ago
camouflaged among
your old friends who do it
as though youth were a licence
and yearly you renew it

all your mistakes
will be self-corrected
in the land that time neglected

hitting on a girl
as would the boy you were
you have no idea
of how old you seem to her
to impress her drop the
names of this and that star
but she's too young to care
or remember who they are

you still feel
naturally-selected
in the land that time neglected

the conversations go
same way as ever
the games predictable
but you feel clever
the lines are set in stone
for roles fixed the same
whoever dares to deviate
will ruin the whole game

the script's just now
more slowly-inflected
in the land that time neglected

prolong the glory days
as long as life will last
and your culture's based on
living in the past
this science is complex
but let me be succinct
your people and your way of life
by now should be extinct

god must keep
your species well-protected
in the land that time neglected

(how old are ya, man?)

© 2013 Steve Fitch
Track Name: Something Wrong
SOMETHING WRONG

Watching other folks having fun,
doing things that I've never done –
movies that I don't understand
are meeting a market of demand.
Leisure is so pornographic –
unhurt, lying down in traffic.
Most would tend to snarl or scoff
at what really gets me off.

If you think there's something wrong with me,
there might,
but if you think that I don't care,
you're right.

Beginnings can be too delicate –
all depends on how two had met,
for how it starts is how it ends,
even between the best of friends.
I screwed-up, I must admit,
and shall have to live with it,
but I also must expect
to live with everything you wrecked.

If you think there's something wrong with me,
you're right,
but if you think that I don't care,
I might.

© 2014 Steve Fitch
Track Name: LES
LES

living here in novelty
among all this antiquity
how long can it last
participating in a past
of which one will become
a part but not be from

later others will consume
nostalgia for this culture boom
ignoring that it just
eventually went sadly bust
and the culture then erased
to be cleanly replaced

still somehow will persist
the history to co-exist
as the new is sold
with the appeal of the old
of which one will be some
former part and not be from

© 2014 Steve Fitch
Track Name: The Worst (Re-Wind)
THE WORST

You could seduce me;
I'd let you reduce me;
then you could say that you'd won.

Then you'd tell the gals
and all of their pals
about everything that we had done

and how I'd annoyed you,
and I'd try to avoid you
because neither of us had had fun.

So, therefore, I'll tell you,
and I'm proud, I should say,
that I'm the worst you'll never have,
so let's keep it that way.

© 2014 Steve Fitch
Track Name: Idiots
IDIOTS

You did this.
Others' feelings are real, too.
Before you came here,
who were you?
I'll look up your ass
and dig-around in your past.
You made this mess,
now clean it up,
yourself,
you idiot.

Idiot in love with an idiot who's not really in love with an idiot.

Bourgeois bitch,
scratch my itch.
Parasite-on-host,
kitty-on-the-scratching-post.
Your hugs
are potent drugs,
so I want more,
but you're a whore.

Idiot in love with an idiot who's not really in love with an idiot.

© 2011 Steve Fitch
Track Name: Idiots Remake
IDIOTS (REMAKE)

You really did this.
My feelings are real, too.
Before you came here,
who were you?
I'll look up your ass
while you dig-around in my past.
You made this mess –
now clean it up, yourself, you idiot.

Idiot in love with an idiot
who's not really in love
with an idiot.

Bourgeois bitch,
scratch my itch.
Parasite-on-host,
kitty-on-the-scratching-post.
Your warm sexy hugs
are addictive drugs,
so I want more,
but you're such a whore.

Idiot in love with an idiot
who's not really in love
with an idiot.

© 2011/2014 Steve Fitch
Track Name: Devour You
DEVOUR YOU

No wiggle-room for sticker-shock –
rock the look and look the rock –
use whatever batteries empower you.
I'm coming out of my shell to devour you.

This may qualify me for charity.
Misery yields too much clarity,
despite what accolades might shower you.
I'm coming out of my shell to devour you

Dental extraction and cleaning
are not as painful and demeaning
as rejection that surely would cower you.
I'm coming out of my shell to devour you.

No apology for my aggression
against systematic oppression
by snooty high school kids who now are you –
I'm coming out of my shell to devour you.

Behind a benevolent demeanor
works a mind honed to be keener,
and though sincerely asking, "How are you?"
I'm coming out of my shell to devour you.

I'm coming of my hell to deflower you.

© 2014 Steve Fitch
Track Name: Your Monster
YOUR MONSTER

One night it had awakened you from within a frightful dream,
frozen for a moment between fear and shame;
its eyes had glared at you with their metallic gleam,
and then it backed-away in the direction that it came.

The next afternoon it was just another anecdote
that you recounted as though you didn’t care,
but you’ve felt it following you, and you take note
of its scent preceding your arrival everywhere.

Tonight, it may come again and scare you when it wakes you;
I myself awoke last night to feel its breath of fire
as it announced its frenzied plans for when it takes you.
Be as cordial as you can with your monster, my desre.

© 2011 Steve Fitch
Track Name: Pussywhipped Player
PUSSYWHIPPED PLAYER

It’s my prerogative
to try to stay young by the way I live.
Admit we’re just animals,
but only in regard to the genitals.
Smooth and slippery as a bar of soap in the bathtub,
I’ll submissively seduce a woman with a back-rub.

I’m sensitive and clever
in compassionate, cunning and desperate layers.
I’ve been at this forever.
I’m one of the pussywhipped players.

I have my routines
that I use on girls barely out of their teens;
with those who are older,
I just let them cry on my shoulder,
but when a woman who’s out of my league is nearing,
behold the spectacle of my spine disappearing.

I’m sensitive and clever
in compassionate, cunning and desperate layers;
I won’t take “no” for “never.”
I’m one of the pussywhipped players.

So many guys like me for competition,
as long as girlies take my bait, I keep on fishin’.

Hangin’ with my bro,
we trade tales of macho bravado:
"Dude, you shoulda been there,
the moment when she let me in there,"
though I wouldn‘t have ever dared to try that
until after she’d made do this and buy that.

I‘m sensitive and clever
in compassionate, cunning and desperate layers;
my dick to suckle or sever.
I’m one of the pussywhipped players.

© 2014 Steve Fitch
Track Name: Your Nostalgia – My Hell
YOUR NOSTALGIA, MY HELL

The good old days get better with each re-telling
of your heated spiel.
To most people they sound much too fun
to believe that they were real.

All the old times that fill you with
the warmth of how it had been then
I wish I’d be permitted to forget,
and never see this place again.

And I can’t count the people whom
I’d been glad to never see, away from here.
To be seen by them, and see them seeing me again,
had been my greatest fear.

These memories visit me by disappointment only;
don’t you know that it’s not been “then” since when
you began to use the word “ago”?

All you consist of anymore is same old stories to re-tell,
while not caring of the difference between
your nostalgia and my hell.

© 2011 Steve Fitch
Track Name: Relationshit
RELATIONSHIT

He felt sure it was the right thing
to move in with her,
but she turned into a monster
while moving the furniture.
Ever since that day, he's been berated -
thought that she had loved him, but he's hated.
One day they're like chalk and cheese,
the next, they're a perfect fit;
everyone tip-toes around them
to not step in their relationshit.

She makes him feel like he's a star
who can still get the finer chicks;
she smears her dissatisfaction with him
anywhere that it sticks:
complaining about him to his friends behind his back
that he's spoiled, alcoholic and dead in the sack.
When she's with him, it's honey and sweetness
as though her personality's split,
while his friends all wear the stink
of her relationshit.

A brand new love in your life -
let's hear a round of applause.
All your friends are expected to be
celebrating your cause.
You love your love life
and love to live to love it,
and assume that everyone you know
is a big fan of it.
But you never see heartbreak comin'
and you hardly ever know you've been hit
until you have to wake up in
your own relationshit.

So much time and effort it takes
to scrape off every bit
of the stuff that gets on the shoes
from stepping in relationshit.

© 2014 Steve Fitch
Track Name: The Lonely
THE LONELY

We eat alone in our cars,
and meet others only in bars,
and compare ourselves to the stars
whose everything's better than ours.

We are only what we possess,
and feel lonely 'til we confess,
and our lives wouldn't be such a mess
if we'd clear-out the clutter for less.

We give in order to take,
refuse to learn from mistakes,
can't tell authentic from fake
nor what difference it would make.

We're uneasy when not entertained;
our conversations are strained,
and even our pleasure is feigned –
we feel only how we've been trained.

We're The Lonely.

© 2012 Steve Fitch
Track Name: Camp Climax
CAMP CLIMAX (FOR GIRLS)

My dear little Princess
needs to scratch her itch,
or else she's gonna grow up
to be a nasty bitch.

She has to learn to do it
some way or other –
she can't pick it up from
watching her big brother.

The tension mounts
down where it counts;
the unmentionables are damp –
I'm gonna send my daughter off
to Masturbation Camp.

There, around the campfire,
girls convene to learn;
my Princess will benefit
if she can wait her turn –

but what sounds of joy their
voices will make!
They'll forget the arts & crafts
and swimming in the lake.

The tension mounts
down where it counts;
the unmentionables are damp –
I'm gonna send my daughter off
to Masturbation Camp.

She's never been away from home,
so Princess might get scared,
but she'll love the good times
and experience she's shared.

When activities might not
go as they were planned,
there's always a counselor
to lend a helping hand.

The tension mounts
down where it counts;
the unmentionables are damp –
I'm gonna send my daughter off
to Masturbation Camp.

© 2014 Steve Fitch
Track Name: Yaffa Girl
YAFFA GIRL

She'd said she almost loved me, and I didn't doubt her.
Half our lives have passed with me without her.
This is my final-and-I-mean-it song about her.

Someone else is making mindless racket
in some band, wearing that old leather jacket
that I'd left behind with no more room to pack it.

Someone who looks like her is now portraying
the character she'd originated playing,
her deepest thoughts made shallow by re-saying.

Decades leave my memory of her less cluttered;
all the places where we ate and drank are shuttered.
I'd assumed that my bread would stay buttered.

Still, I can't discern if we had really dated –
maybe I'd just assisted as she masturbated.
The places where we'd done it are now renovated.

Should we renuite back there, I wouldn't mind it,
though it would be difficult for us, now, to find it:
it's all one new facade, with our past concealed behind it.

© 2014 Steve Fitch
Track Name: Violation of Terms of Service
VIOLATION OF TERMS OF SERVICE

Even when there is no purpose
for the rules, it makes them nervous
to call attention to what their game is –
you're in violation of Terms of Service.

© 2013 Steve Fitch
Track Name: The Hole in the Bathroom Door
THE HOLE IN THE BATHROOM DOOR

elizabeth's still only twenty
but she's blessed with good and plenty
(i'm thankful for
the hole in the bathroom door)

elizabeth is in the shower
twice a day for half an hour
(i'm thankful for
the hole in the bathroom door)

her cleanliness is next to godly
and so goddessly's her body
(i'm thankful for
the hole in the bathroom door)

it's not just lust
that makes me violate her trust
it's a need for every man
we must meet it as we can

long time no see a naked woman
i may not see one again
(i'm thankful for
the hole in the bathroom door)

you might say that i'm a perv
i just take what i deserve
(i'm thankful for
the hole in the bathroom door)

if you could see her, it would thrill you
if you tell, i'll have to kill you
(i'm thankful for
the hole in the bathroom door)

it's not just lust
that makes me violate her trust
it's a need for every man
we must meet it as we can

elizabeth's still in the shower
it seems like it's been an hour
(i'm thankful for
the hole in the bathroom door)

well i know that if she'd catch me
she would scream and kick and scratch me
(i'm thankful for
the hole in the bathroom door)

as i was peeping through the hole
looked in her eyes and saw her soul
so i'm sealing-up the hole
in the bathroom door

© 2013 Steve Fitch