Ze Greatest Songs Of Mein Time #7: "Mutilated Lips" by Ween

Written By: Ween
Released: June 24, 1997
Album: The Mollusk
Single?: No

I was introduced to "Mutilated Lips" through limited airplay on some local college rock station. I'm probably underselling it as part of the nurghophonic jukebox, since it's one of my all-time favorite "incomprehensible weirdness because fuck you world" songs. I'll get in a certain mood and just recite the chorus to myself over and over throughout a day. As a matter of fact, screw it, I just turned it into the seventh (non-sequential, merely chronological by posting) song on my list of absolute favorites that I haven't updated on this blog in over two years. That's how much you need to set aside three minutes and forty-nine seconds to listen to this at least once. Strangely for a person that avoids natural bodies of water and haven't even been in a swimming pool since it proved useful in getting an ex into a bikini early in our relationship a decade ago, I really seem to gravitate toward fucked-up nautical ditties. I bet she'd have dug this tune as well, but it never came up.

P.S. Haile Selassie ruled Ethiopia from 1916 until his death in 1974, and was revered as a messiah among Rastafarians. I suspect this isn't especially relevant to anything, though.


Lyrics:

I lick my brain in silence
Rather squeeze my head instead
Midget man provoking violence
Listen not to what I said

I said please calm it down
Everything is turning brown

Mutilated lips give a kiss on the wrist
Of the worm like tips of tentacles expanding
In my mind, I'm fine, accepting only fresh brine
You can get another drop of this, yeah you wish

Mutilated lips give a kiss on the wrist
Of the worm like tips of tentacles expanding
In my mind, I'm fine, accepting only fresh brine
You can get another drop of this, yeah you wish

Laughing lady living lover
Ooo you sassy frassy lassie
Find me the skull of Haile Sellase, I
Give me shoes so I can tapsy
Tap all over this big world
Take my hand you ugly girl

Mutilated lips give a kiss on the wrist
Of the worm like tips of tentacles expanding
In my mind, I'm fine, accepting only fresh brine
You can get another drop of this, yeah you wish