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Here comes everybody.
04:13
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I was raised in a barn.
Have I told you before?
Maybe that's why I forgot to close the door and the kitchen was raided by gnats. Then in came the ants. Now here come the rats.
Gnawing beneath the floorboards under cables and wires,
telephone cords, skeletons and double-edged swords in the pantry.
It's the way of the world, but it can't be life.
The misses the wife the kisses the husband
pukes in the dustbin,
fishes the broke ends of needles from wiltering veins.
When blood leaks on the carpet it stains and
it's hard to clean up.
Harder still, with your head in the sand.
It's impossible, trust me, I've tried.
Though you'll never know until you've died; if you can.
--
What would we give to be laughing and fucking?
And telling the hipsters, "Keep on trucking!"
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Walden falls.
03:15
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I was bit by a snake
Near the pond, near the lake
I was tryna do the Harlem Shake
And it was creep-creep crawling in the tall grass
And my cabin of log
In the mist, in the fog
Became elusive as a shaggy dog
And in poison-induced delirium I hauled ass
To the city again
Made my way to the city again
Human currents and hailing a cab
When everyone you meet's just a body to stab
With your cold gaze
If you can close the curtains on that, hey
I can ask fallen angels sleeping in the doorways:
Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?
Brown paper bag riding on the winds to the ER
A long way from deliverance...
But I can't afford health insurance!
Well. Back to the woods
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3. |
Rollergrrrl.
04:03
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'Tis late and it's chemically
Altered state, like a memory
You sit with a smile on
But it may not be what it seems to me... right now
Here's a dag
Wrapped up cold in a plastic bag, like
"What's that? Bring it over here
Do you want that? It's the only other beer..."
Well hold tight while I roll this fag
On the trail of the wounded soldier
There must be something around...
I don't wanna head downtown
Blinding light and amplified sound
King's Cross? There's an angel dead
With her wings lost... along with her head, so...
Not tonight, not tonight
You bark on all fours, I run the red light
Longitude, latitude, weight and height
Your aura's blurring my sight
Right now
Rolling on the kitchen floor
Seance with the candle lit
If the Christians cannot handle it
Well the sink is what our kitchen's for
I bought you new rollerskates
Monkey in the bedroom masturbates
And I'm sure he'll think of you!
Like the way I stink of you, but baby
No one ever taught me how to swim
Do you kick your legs in the ocean and wade?
Away?
'Til you're there?
And you're not here?
She's on ice. Rolling like I'm rolling the dice
She's on ice. Rolling like I'm rolling the dice
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4. |
Syriana.
04:03
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All our kids:
Taken as we slept
Naturally
Jesus wept
It was bound to happen anyway
They weren't well
Kept
In the cupboards. Dressers. Underneath the steps
But my hands were tied
But my hands were tied
Stepping on the cracks
Bounce the ball against the jacks
Pomegranate, death and tax
Underhand it, send the fax
I think it's time for one of us to make a choice
And what is this I smell? Is your vagina getting moist?
Undo your push-up bra
Raw daddy. Raw daddy
Breaking off the needles. Breaking off the needles
Just release the chemicals and get it while it's fetal
And they'll never see us spinning off
The axis of evil
But my hands were tied
But my hands were tied!
I didn't set a red line!
The world set a red line!
I just crossed it
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Life: where the angels lie in wait
Steak knife, I'm licking your dinner plate
Ruby red lips dripping with my seed
And you can swallow for today's good deed
And you don't even have to clean the linens when you bleed, 'cos
I like rolling in it
(I'm sick. I'm sick.)
And for my last trick
Here's another way to make the bedsheets
Stick to you:
Kill the horse dead for his glue
Camp out underneath the pew
You know it makes me horny when you spew, baby?
Today I feel brand new, baby
Was it something in your stew, baby?
Or your bangers and mash?
Where the angels lie in wait
Death: where the angels fly in place
And the schnitzel's always veil
So I never see your face when you're cumming
Earth walks upon a tight rope
Hangs us up on a wire
Now we can light it on fire
Or set it up to grant our each and every solitary desire
But you gotta believe
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7. |
Standing in the sun.
03:13
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After dinner, check the mail, would you?
I will not tolerate the failure to
Comply with my request! So do as I command
If you ever wanna touch my breasts again!
You're like a monkey
I'm like the dealer to your cocaine junky
How to control you, forever and always?
Withhold your fix
You puke in my hallways
Sleep in my doorways
Shit on my floor
Baby lick your lips, cold sore
You see me swiveling my hips, want more?
Well grab and a fish and chips when you rock up to the store, okay?
Aww, don't be a misogynist
I know you're a little masochist
But there's no angel when you slash your wrists
And hit the ground, alien, devoid of sound
Standing in the sun
In the good old days
We were fucking everyone in the manless days
You remember what the dormouse said?
Well you still go to bed unfed
If I'm lucky then you'll wake up dead, or I'll just feel better tomorrow
And I think you really mean your best...
Even when you get tricked by breasts
You're the lesser in a pool of cess
And you won't know better tomorrow
And you're not the only one
Staring at me as I'm tanning in the sun
Scratching your balls standing in the sun
Halfway blind staring at the sun
Halfway blind staring at the sun
Halfway blind staring at the sun
Black as toast burning in the sun
Halfway blind staring at the fucking sun
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8. |
Against the day.
03:22
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With an icepick, chasing away the rainy days
I love you but I can't defend your crazy ways
But this is a phase! We're children of the corn
Just lost in the maize
I was raised in a kingdom
Where the shadows walk about
But Wendy's by the window with a thimble on her thumb
The line is in the sand, and here I beckon you to come
Although I reckon you can run
If you're expecting someone
Like Jesus. Muhammad or Buddha
Or, L. Ron Hubbard. Or Charlie the Tuna
Or Nietzsche
Well baby I have nothing to teach ya
But from my own experience, they all were out of reach for me
And that was a bummer, I waited
The whole summer
But nothing ever came
Except this drop of rain, which remained
Like a black cloud, hovering over my umbrella
But wait until morning!
We'll spin up on the axis and the night will bring the dawn in
From wherever it's hiding
The horses will ride in from the prairie
I'll open up your legs and I'll slide in where it's very very
Safe for me to be
And I don't need the knife right now
Hold me, like I was your own
And share the same flesh, from the skin to the bone -
And drawing blood from a stone is simple
I've spent many years alone in the temple just
Waiting for some god
To make its return
West of Nod, with the Mark
And the burning of the crop-fields
Plague of locusts, and frogs fall from the sky
It's a fraud
I'm a lie
Every year's a journey 'round the sun
Spinning in the darkness of the un
-born. -seen. -touched. -loved
And I still remember when
Everything was rolling in the morning dew
Formless
Dreamless
But
We'll fight against the day and we'll win
And we'll howl at the moon
And we'll watch it begin
And we'll do it again
'Cos it never will end
And it never will end
'cos it never will end
Somewhere in the blackened void
Your family raising horses on a farm
You carried a heaven
Of course it's in your arms
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9. |
The red king.
03:26
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Yesterday I was living in a garden
Since then I've been across the globe
I had a dream Australia was in Auschwitz
I had a queen with the patience of Job
I slept on the grass in the forest
For the duration of a game of chess
Little girls that checkmate the looking glass
You probably know what's best
Now there's lions and tigers in the forest!
Either or I'm probably snoring and we don't even exist
Just swimming in the Dreamtime
Standing in the Woolworths, waiting in the long line for nothing, 'cos
I'm nothing. And you're nothing
You're mad as a hat
I left the manhole open
Now here comes a rat
Whatchoo wanna use?
Ruby slippers? Silver shoes?
I don't really give a damn, just take me home
Yesterday I wasn't even here
But don't you shed a single tear
I'll be coming back next year
Floating on my big blue sphere
Then, I'll be there
There
There
Yesterday I was living in a castle
Made entirely of ivory and glass
From the hill, the fellowship of the chapel
Just a memory that lives in the past
Now I live in a small flat
Made entirely of modesty
And I'm rooming with the goddamn rat
For he will never leave me be
Whatchoo wanna use?
Ruby slippers? Silver shoes?
I don't really give a damn, just take me home
Take
Me home
Take
Me home
Take
Take oh take me home!
Am I doing anyone a wrong?
I just wanna be where I belong!
I just wanna be where I
Belong inside where the moon is gone
Where the queen is lust
And the Tin-man rusts
And the Scarecrow burns burns burns burns burns
Burns burns burns burns burns burns
Burns!
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10. |
The future, pt. 1.
06:16
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Soldiers sleeping in the doorways
Somebody tell 'em when the war ends
There's no telling where the war sends me, but
I just gotta pack my bags
You stand jangling keys
"Be quick about it please!"
I can beg on my knees, but I'm getting what I deserve
What I deserve...
Eternal light shining from the subways
Even in the airways, still feels like you're here
Combing out your split ends
Talking to your girlfriends
I was on my way home; shall I turn around?
"Tomorrow."
Blah blah, such and such
Think I talk too much?
Think I'm superficial?
Well, when the UN sends the missile, I'll be
Wishing
You were
By my
Side
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Round and round
And round it goes
Where does it stop?
Nobody knows
Hanging by ears
Hanging by toes
When does it stop?
Nobody knows
--
When will I see you again?
I will return
Round and round and round and round
And round and round and round
And round and round
And round
And round
And round
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