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Parking Lot
01:49
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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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2. |
Cora May
04:31
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Under skies that pulse with sound
you force it down, the memory still posing as ardor
No disguise can save you now
I'm still around, ingredients to dull the glitter
Bright-eyed doll, so full of fear
and crafted all too carefully
And now you leave me here to wonder
The home you make may bend and break
underneath nostalgia's weight
when I return again to haunt you
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3. |
Properties of Dirt
03:57
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Then she saw the streets between the crumbled knees of ruined queens,
Statues torn apart from every time her children fought,
A pack of hungry dogs that lick her hands and howl at mournful sounds
From smokeless, lonely towers,
The cold wind pushing up their empty mouths.
You're not alone--Godforsaken, maybe--but you've got a brand new home.
They creep over glass, the missing tears of Lincolns, Cadillacs,
Millions of themselves, the city's salt that glitters from the ground.
You're not alone...
Your room's near the top, where spiders tie your dreams in silky knots,
A board game made of wood, your head against the sloping roof,
A game devised by men who serve the caliph's court and study sand,
The properties of dirt, the smallest stones that work their way through her.
You're not alone...
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4. |
Miriam Hopkins
04:20
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Tell me a story that ends with a gunshot
A smack to the side of the head
Please don't divulge all the details that bore us
Just skip to the end
Whittle him down to a splinter of dignity
Eyes with a shade of mascara she smeared on him
I wanna walk back home holding the hand of a-
I wanna walk back with her
Oh, what did I say, you cannot survive my curse
Once you lay down here
Why don't you take me away
Oh, with a twist on his sore little headstand
He fell for the pleasure of children who baited him
They didn't smile at his skill as an acrobat
Only to laugh as he slipped and upset
All the flowers arranged in a dirty milk bottle
He kept by the portrait of Miriam Hopkins
The smiling lieutenant's adorable suitor
He heard her sing Clair De La Lune
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5. |
Book of J
05:51
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Almost a fable where dogs are enabled
to speak like boys
Almost a reptile, splayed in the sunshine,
missing it's tail
Almost a landmark covered in spraypaint,
thumbtacks and nails
Almost a red star, a polaroid flash
a gleam in her eye
It's best not to mock her, sobbing and coughing,
slumped on the stairs
Spiraling through the same ugly building
all of us shared
Goddamn the stench,
the smell of the garbage bags tossed in the hall
Witnesses gathering, too scared,
Jehovah waits out on the lawn
He's standing outside near basketball nets made of chain
Baring his teeth before children
who wait to play a quick game
I'll beg a little
(let's just stay here a while)
just enough to take your mind
(won't you please come inside?)
off of the trouble
(I'm afraid of the dark)
I'll fix the clocks when we get back the lights
(so quiet tonight)
Just one thing at a time
You're not so heavy or tortured
or comfortable or totally distinct
Almost a red star, a polaroid flash
a gleam in her eye
It's best not to mock her, sobbing and coughing,
slumped on the stairs
Spiraling through the same ugly building
all of us shared
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6. |
Carlos the Jackal
04:48
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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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Stuck between seventeen million dreams
We'll carve pumpkins with our broken hands
I don't wanna trick or treat dressed as you
Boring, boring
My girlfriend has a bloodstained axe in one hand
while the other grips the hair
of a severed head that she stole one night
from a mannequin
I'll make love to a ghoul tonight
with wax teeth and a bulging eye
Blood shot club-footed creep of mine
You've changed
You've changed
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Ambassadors
04:04
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The book is slow and reads as though
he paced the room
and had his secretary write
the words he spoke
A legal brief, a dictaphone
And then my eyes were lifted by
the mortal slap, the screeching tires
I'd rather read this book than take a look
The dead can speak in books and charm
the lives of abject souls like mine
A strangers death cannot deliver
love, or truth, or anything but shock
I sat down and cried
Henry James can't lie
If E.M. Forester loved this book
enjoyed, endorsed the time it took
to read the book, I'll sit and read
and mute the scene I saw
in spite of what I said
Her crooked nose, her yawning mouth,
Her pantyhose
The pubic bone, the shattered glass,
The smell of gas
Her grocery bags are scattered by my feet
Just get up and leave
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5 AM to 9 AM
05:18
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Lucy steps up, finds a way to catch the crowd
blowing smoke rings from the corner of her mouth
Come ye all to know the wonders of the world!
Shield your eyes well as the curtains are unfurled
5:00 A.M., our unit's led
to fields adjacent to the dig
Pulled up bones and tufts of hair
Reporters stalk, their lenses stare
You will now recall the dreams you thought you lost
Saved from peril as their ship was torn and tossed
My first love is in my arms
She traces lines that mark my palm
Every nerve too tightly strung
to sense our fragile lives undone
But when I wake the feeling's gone
You'll remember what you lost
Sink in further, you will know just what you lost
Go down deeper, dig down deeper
You'll recover
9:00 A.M., I'm on my knees
in fields that featured in my dreams
Tagged the bones and bits of hair
There's something too familiar here
My first love is in my arms
She traces lines that mark my palm
Every nerve too tightly strung
to sense our lives undone
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10. |
Our William Tell
04:52
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Bitter-tounged and strung out
I try to keep my lunch down
Yellow pads and needles
My hell is other people
Here we see that nature
is such a ruthless teacher
nothing's accidental
and you're already spent
We played our William Tell
soaked in gin with benzedrine
I never shot so well
And they believed me
Semi-automatic
so lurid and traumatic
for my preservation
I'll write it down again
We played our William Tell
soaked in gin with benzedrine
I never shot so well
And they believed me
You're always slouching, Joan,
and where's the child gone to now?
He'd rather be alone
than see the bloodstain on your brow
The Federales play
a round of blackjack with my change
The suits don't steer the game,
but they believed me, didn't they?
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11. |
I'll Never Forget You
02:25
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Never cared a thing about me...
Now I'll never forget you
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Original music for the hook-hungry mob, the nervous foot, the jaded indie-phile.
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