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Mercury Vapor
03:06
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I can't make our plans,
You separate in my hands,
You slip between the crooked lights,
I don't care.
I don't care if I die, if you wind up dead.
"Subvert normality" was our anthem.
Let's say we sit waist-deep within a snowdrift until our bodies are warm,
Until our bodies are warm.
The monk-ish hum of mercury is vaporized at night,
Biting through the sidewalk first,
Then the earth.
I don't care if I die, if you wind up dead.
"Subvert normality" was our anthem.
Let's say we sit waist-deep within a snowdrift until our bodies are warm,
Until our bodies are warm.
Let's say we sit waist-deep within a snowdrift until our bodies are warm,
Until our bodies are warm.
I don't care if I die, I don't care if I wind up dead...
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they don't like you
It's not the same. Your power's lost. A crowded mosque where rows of faceless men resemble laundered sheets and calloused feet like children's gypsy nightmares when they misbehave, and parents creep beside their beds to whisper threats, a stolen child, your bones are boiled and thrown aside.
You found out why they don't like you, you found out
The infidels are fast asleep. Their dreams are full of Persians speaking Arabic through broken teeth impossibly. When you learn Farsi...
You found out why they don't like you
Oh, today...
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Empire
03:30
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Oh, baby, you move like you're crazy.
I'm in love with your shoes.
No laces, each tongue out of place, and then the soles slap your heels when you move.
This isn't fetishized, this is your shoe
This isn't fetishized, this is your shoe
This isn't fetishized, but keep in mind, keep in mind,
Your pleasure when peeling the shells from several hard-boiled eggs.
Four children stare out from a porch swing and they're stoned, bored, restless.
Your tongue drying up in your mouth.
God save the empire!
Cold, thin fingers numb to the realm of desire.
God save the empire!
An object you touch when words are enough.
The words I can sing or whisper or scream.
The shape of your feet kept under the sheets.
The emperor's spy is telling you lies. (Don't, she might hurt you...)
It happens each time his shoes are untied.
Stoned, bored, restless.
Why do we touch everything?
God save the empire!
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Giftgas
05:37
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There won't be German on this teletype
if there is do not abide
Sit in the closet and cover her mouth
try not to think about
Last night I saw her in film footage taken with Hitler (Goring) and all of his staff
He was sensational rolling his Rs.
Goring could dream of his mistress' ear
curled like a shell and full of wax
One night with her and the blitzkrieg flew East
Here she comes here she comes here she comes
There is such peace when the bombers are heard
shadows of flack in the fleet
The drone of their engines puts children to sleep
right before everything burns
And with every bomb comes
a mistress who rips off her clothing
and smells like exhaust
Sometimes she'll kiss you and lick every wound
One of the books that they burned in Berlin
came from his mistress' shelf
It was about a young girl with black hair
Here she comes here she comes here she comes
Possibly he will allow her to live,
if there's enough in his glass
She's got the bottle right next to her feet
Offer him more when he's through
And we could steal bread from the bakeries abandoned by Germans who left for the front
Liberate everything eat all the bread.
Down in a cinderblock bunker he died
infamous, left all alone
No one remembers the woman he loved
Here she comes here she comes here she comes.
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Elephant
06:44
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Alpha double seven
three five nine
Fixed on target over
please stand by
Forecast warning
warning storming
Come on back
Elephant moves slowly
Roger that
Holy shit sir
it's a Stukka
Changing course
Expiration noted
Over
End report
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Hell in a Handbasket
05:10
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Backed across that bastard,
Spun the mud like fabric,
Tires lifting dropping,
The shining river blinds me...
One false stitch is all it takes,
Just throw your fist across your face and split a lip.
What a thrill to hurt yourself without a thing to blame
for all the suffering.
Serves us right, the violent types,
a word is flipped inside your mind until it's... shit.
Lost, all lost...
There's no crazy crush when
The thought is lost in
All the confusion,
The current swept it off...
Back across the byway,
Took the Northern Northern,
Spinal cord and muscle,
I'm strong as hell, I'm open...
Hollow rock beside an estuary bank
of mud and slime where a boat sank.
Clothing stretched across a stone,
cold cigarettes and chicken bones are all he left.
Stinking tide reminds a rat of better times and all
the bread he left behind.
All of the crumbs and gristled fat
he threw at birds who nagged and snapped
and cursed his eyes.
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Parking Lot
01:46
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I'm not done
I have more to say before the chorus comes
straight ahead
don't look back
back and forth is such a bore
Chorus, bridge, verse and solo
stringing hooks along the shoreline
until you score
One more time
let me hear the song
that makes the hair rise on my arms
The radio's on
the supermarket parking lot
you wait for the song to turn around
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Drowning
03:34
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They will say I went too easy
Lost and under arms of lazy
Forcing fleets of sleeping out
Craving air your selfish mouth
I am slipping down
I am lifted out
Forget me, we don't know what
happened
Rest my dear, we don't know what
happened
Oh, it's over
Oh, it's easy
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Aquarium
04:57
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Down to the wire
forced to revive in
shy silent water, unbearable pressure
Found you face down
Can you hear me, upside down one?
Used to laugh some, used to smile
You have suffered gear fed monsters
You're forgiven, but am I?
I won't remember lifting you out
Once it's all over, I won't remember
Look how you flush boy, look how you fly...
How the currents pull
you will rise and fall
Don't you leave me now
Don't you leave me
Don't go alone
Let me come with
you've run out on life
What did it feel like?
Lost underwater
Terrible lights
I found you face down, silent and shy...
Can you hear me, upside down one
Used to laugh some, used to smile
You have suffered gear fed monsters
You're forgiven, but am I?
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Carlos the Jackal
05:17
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Several were shot to hell, brought through the back door, they sat down and plucked out their eyes.
Shut up and bring me the head of the Spaniard on acid who stole every filling of gold that they dropped in my teeth,
Notice how much she keeps tabs on the past-
-six miles, we've seen no signs of life,
She laughed and stuck her gum
Against the side of my thumb.
On the gearstick, passion is measured in Kelvin.
You and your Icelandic ancestors' eyes.
Too much exposure is likely to rip you from
laurels that no one deserved,
Least of all, you and your feeble desire for a million admirers who dote on dead and their corpulent filth.
Notice how much she keeps tabs on the past.
Oh, my traveling days cut short by the grave,
Dismantled by fear and Japanese trains that fly through the air,
And land on the hoods of Indian rickshaws,
Their motors dissolved by all of the salt,
That's gathered in Texas, where Portuguese widows
Eat catfish and curse us,
American fruitcake she left on the doorstep,
So foreigners hate us.
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Winsor McCay
03:42
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He was Winsor McCay!
Reincarnate, reincarnate.
Every day we'd say a prayer to save him.
Robots fought for his life,
Unsuccessfully, but then we can't beat a brain
To kill a mushroom softly growing...
In the shadows, making space, making room.
Choking fires, cracking skulls, sinking moods.
Where's the angel?
The spoiler-fitted flying angel,
Her spines with flaps to stabilize her.
She flew into the room just long enough to tease the spirit from him.
You don't have a snowball's chance.
Your kindness is like a dance.
Walking slowly, distorting everything you see.
Distortion is just like love,
It's passionate, fucked-up stuff.
What's the matter?
You wrote a hundred million songs.
Songs praising the mutant race,
Discovered in outer space.
Heaven help us!
If men like him are taken in...
Robots hatched from an egg,
Metal bodies, helicopters,
This is the way that Logan flies from here to
Heaven drawn on a page,
Blackbirds flying, swimming pools alive with his mind,
Conceiving creatures never found in the books,
But only sparking in the parts of his brain.
Only a fungus would complain.
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12. |
Never My Love
02:50
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You ask me if there'll come a time
When I grow tired of you
Never, my love
Never, my love
You wonder if this heart of mine
Will lose its desire for you
Never, my love
Never, my love
What makes you think love will end?
When you know that my whole life depends
On you (on you)
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba (ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba)
Never, my love
Never, my love
You say you fear I'll change my mind
I won't require you
Never, my love
Never, my love
How can you think love will end
When I've asked you to spend your whole life
With me? (with me, with me)
Never, my love (never, my love)
Never, my love
Never, my love (never, my love)
Never, my love
Never, my love
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20 Minute Loop San Francisco, California
Original music for the hook-hungry mob, the nervous foot, the jaded indie-phile.
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