Evolution Ending Lyrics

Standing at the bathroom door in oblivion, not
oblivious to this total stranger. He was laughing a
lot. Everyone was there together, doing their personal
in private. He was stopping them on their way out,
asking them to bend their heads forward for a second.
He'd say 'hi, could you just bend your head forward a
second?' and they would. If they had long hair, he'd
sweep it down off their neck, give the neck a soft,
light wipe, sprinkle on some yellowy powder from his
satin pouch, then sniff it up and say, 'thanks. Sorry i
had to do it behind your back.' i said he must see a
lot of necks. He said 'this is just the beginning, you
watch.' i said i might do that, but for now i had to
find somebody. 'Anybody?' he said. 'No no, somebody.'
and i slipped out of his grasp. Possessive possessed,
for a stranger.

Anyway, someone was nowhere to be seen and you can't be
seen to be looking to long. Not at your own party. Even
if you don't care when people stare. When they're
looking they're watching. There's only one thing worse
than watching and that's being watched. And i'd had
enough of both, so i thought i'd go back to the
bathroom door to see what was cooking, or who was being
hoovered.

And i found him there, hysterical. He was laughing now,
louder than before, almost on the floor. Had them
coming out the door, the gate crashers and drink
splashers, he had them bending over, lifting the shirts
up their spines, doing lines along their vertebrae.
'Crawl on' he'd say choking with laughter, 'crawl on,
you'll be wriggling after.'

His face was soaked with tears, his nose and lips caked
coked choked. I smiled and asked him what was so funny,
more concerned than curious now. He wasn't fitting in
He said, 'it's like evolution ending. The message i'm
sending from this tongue in a mouth on a tear stained
face has a place in your siamese psyche. I can tell you
like me. You're like me. The stillborn twins of dread
and dispair, the viewer and the viewed. Surveillance is
all around us - the only thing worse than watching is
being watched.'

I said 'i know. I was just thinking exactly the same
thing.' i know he said, 'i was watching. From a
respectable distance of course. 'Of course', i said
'you wouldn't want to been seen seeing. Why do you like
them bending over?'

'People travel', he said 'of course they do. As long as
we've been, we've been moving. We go to alska,
nebraska, calcutta, all over. We move. But wherever we
go some things never escape us. They stay the same. The
same question keeps asking itself. Keeps demanding an
answer - is evolution ending? Is this the end of
evolution? When daughters give birth to their mothers,
uncles become brothers. This is reverse evolution.
That's moving backwards. Evolution ending. Maybe, only
maybe , we've reached the end of the loop. Evolution.
Evolotion. Calamine makes me feel fine. Smooth and
slippery soft on the skin, a calming calamine effect
when you're f*cked. When your evolution's ending. When
you've given up pretending.'

'The descent of man?' i asked. 'The descent of the
decent. The decent precedent.' he replied, barely
smiling now. I could tell he meant it, meant well.

'I'm only helping them on their way back.' he said. 'So
soon? Some of them just got here,' i said, ever the
hostess. 'Don't worry, this is just a dress rehearsal,
my own private view. Evolution's ending, but not
tonight'............................

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