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26.06.2007 |
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4. | Fanfare (never re-released) |
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Grow up and blow away
Flooding the room two by two
From the womb to the holiday
There is no holiday
First double cross her heart
He wants to start a family
Needing something to go on
If she weren't writing in blood
She'd bring him her jokes
A new liver and a shovel for the mud
If he were not knee deep in mud
He'd bring her his jokes
He'd get her a typewriter
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today
Blue to grey
Grow up and blow away
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today
Blue to grey
Grow up and blow away
Nobody knows which street to take
He took the easy way
What was the easy way
First double cross her heart
He wants to start a family
She always thought she would not
If she weren't writing in blood
She'd bring him her jokes
A new liver and a shovel for the mud
If he were not knee deep in mud
He'd bring her his jokes
He'd get her a typewriter
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today
Blue to grey
Grow up and blow away
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today
Blue to grey
Grow up and blow away
First double cross her heart
He wants to start a family
Her body is the baby
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today
Blue to grey
Grow up and blow away
If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today
Blue to grey
Grow up and blow away
Blue to grey
Grow up and blow away
Blue to grey
Grow up and blow away
Blue to grey
Grow up and blow away
Blue to grey
Grow up and blow away
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Wipe it up you're capable of putting back a few when you have to
Memorize the history of your body like a virgin;
Ladies night, 80's night; the kids get high and eat TV,
So do we. For Halloween I want to be Lenny Bruce
I want them to hate me So you can love me on the sly
My old flame broke the 12 bar blues just to prove he could.
He pays the airline DJs now. He is everywhere
I want him to hate me So you can love me on the sly.
I don't feel so far away from you lately, love me on the sly
Fill me in on horrible, how much is there, where else can I live?
The dirty sugar factory on the water should smell sweet
I want them to hate me
I don't feel so far away from you lately, love me on the sly
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Get the rope, tie me to the bedpost.
Because I can't find within myself the happy host
If I find my piece of mind, torture me
If I seem too serene, torture me
Torture me with all I've wanted (torture me)
Hit me with the way they're flaunted (with all I've wanted)
When I am surrounded (torture me)
Torture me with all I've wanted
Torture me with all I've wanted
Bring me meat, bring me fire, one backless strapless copper thread gown, giddy kitty gut twine.
Bring turpentine, I can't stand by high streets that fight the bland,
I've got to bite the hand; so if i find a piece of mind, torture me.
If I seem too serene, torture me.
(Torture me with all I've wanted, When I am surrounded)
Torture me with all I've wanted (torture me)
Hit me with the way they're flaunted (with all I've wanted)
When I am surrounded (torture me)
Torture me with all I've wanted
Torture me with all I've wanted
Torture me with all I've wanted (torture me)
Hit me with the way they're flaunted (with all I've wanted)
When I am surrounded (torture me)
Torture me with all I've wanted
Torture me with all I've wanted
(Torture me with all I've wanted, When I am surrounded
When I am surrounded
When I am surrounded)
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Square in the face
Sony spacecraft
Hovering over like a third eye
Why am I hovering over myself
I'm flipping out in the magazine neighborhood
It's just like everybody said you would be greased
I should be living
Giving my mind a chance to rewind
And playback beautiful music
I should be living
Giving my mind a chance to rewind
And playback dangerous rhythms
We almost forgot
Every building is a shop
Every person is a shopper
Finally it almost seemed we
Almost forgot
Every building is a shop
Every person is a shopper
Finally
But when we started walking
I was in the nineteen fourties
Simplified the politics
Marveled at the architecture
You were off on camera
Gathering the setting sun
The red brick building tops
Finally it almost seemed authentic
As we headed further west
Into the worst, out of the best
Magazine neighborhood
We saw tall trees
And public enemies
I should be living
Giving my mind a chance to rewind
And playback beautiful music
I should be living
Giving my mind a chance to rewind
And playback dangerous rhythms
We almost forgot
Every building is a shop
Every person is a shopper
Finally it almost seemed we
Almost forgot
Every building is a shop
Every person is a shopper
Finally it almost seemed we
Moved out of the searchlight
Passed under the moonlight
Moved out of the searchlight
Open up and spend the night
We almost forgot
Every building is a shop
Every person is a shopper
Finally it almost seemed we
Almost forgot
Every building is a shop
Every person is a shopper
Finally it almost seemed we
Moved out of the searchlight
Passed under the moonlight
Moved out of the searchlight
Open up and spend the night in parkdale
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Sort of wonder why No one said a word
Don't you like it on the sly?
Don't you like it till it hurts?
Have I been on your mind? What's a voice without a song?
Something in your head You've been fighting all the long...
I don't want to say it, The news is not so good
We'll never get away, And even if we could
We'd just play the tambourine Around an open flame
Oversleep and burn To be back in the game
'Cause summer never comes Nowhere near high noon
And winter never comes Nor the harvest moon
Raw sugar
I don't want to die living in a high rise grave
My baby come home
(same black day, high rise grave)
No I'm not complaining, Yes it could be worse
Ferment on the wish bone, Match the lips to the purse
Neighborhood's a runway, Fry the ass and thighs
Dirty diamond dealers, pushed behind the ire's
Still I wear the red dress, Paint my toes and twirl
Take it back to old times, Back when I was still a girl
'Cause now I'm all baboon boys, Cootchie Cootchie Coo
Sort of wonder why I missed a kiss for you
'Cause summer never comes (same black day)
Winter never comes (high rise grave)
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We were too wasted to close the window
Friends and family looking in to my only hiding place
The rhythm of a strangers skin
Infidel to die for
What i am doing will happen in the morning
When the mirror won't recognize me
He holds a certain gesture when we're loving to ask each other
Do you want it? Do you want me?
I want it, it is you, you are where I want to be.
Who is he? (oh)
Why would I (do)
Hitch a ride? (the)
I can drive. (twist)
Who is she? (oh)
Why would I (do)
Hitch a ride (the)
When I can drive. (twist)
Somebody put me back in school, I forget everything
I used to know know to leave the boy behind
Without having to watch him go
Who is he? (Circumstantial) (oh)
Why would I (do)
Hitch a ride? (the)
I can drive. (twist)
Who is she? (Circumstantial) (oh)
Why would I (do)
Hitch a ride? (the)
When I can drive. (twist)
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The town where she was born, like town where I was born was built by white settlers seeking gold and other treasures.
Like me she feels uncomfortable in the clothing of her ancestors.
"It's not easy" she would say, putting her fingers in the ashtray, "It's not easy to erase your blood"
Rock me now in the arms of cobwebs
(come on, sing with me)
Roll me out in the arms of cobwebs
That night she found a man to treasure and together they'd planted flowers of warning, fearing frost.
Late on shallow evenings while their enemies slept, they hammered the soil asking for answers in green.
His value declined when he offered his name. Why did he offer it?
His value declined when he offered his name.
(Ah ah ah ah ah)
When she was 7 years old she saw a man get shot but no one came along for a long time because it happened in a remote parking lot in Las Vegas
And she was waiting for her mom to come back from working the blackjack table at the Circus Circus casino.
And that night her mom said that the two of them and the now dead guy were the only 3 people who ever lived in Las Vegas.
Everybody else just arrived, ate their complimentary shrimp cocktails, and left.
Rock me now in the arms of cobwebs
(It's a one room city, yeah)
Roll me out in the arms of cobwebs
(So can you roll with me?)
His value declined when he offered his name.
(Ah ah ah ah ah)
It's a one room city the wall to wall to wall to wall to wall goes to street to street to street
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Climb the wall to make the sun rise in time
But the night had already begun
Climb the wall to make the sun rise in time
But the night had already begun
Now here I am I am the one
So hang high soft star
Don't shine for swine
Not a lot of room to move us
Where is my guide
I tried lookin' up to you girls
Please correct me, but didn't you let the work slide
Capitalize on a novelty, cheap pink spotlight
Is it alright
Choose the highest bidder was my answer
When they told me I was up for sale
School yard junior high style bullies
Have always tried to buy the better girls
But failed, now the check is in the mail
Bubble gumbo martini
Is nothing like depanneur red wine
Travel through time
Who were you after
You were mine
Choose the highest bidder was my answer
When they told me I was up for sale
School yard junior high style bullies
Have always tried to buy the better girls, haven't they
Choose the brightest future, mind the death
And try to buy the better girls
But failed till now
Check is in the mail
So hang high
Soft rock star
Hang high
Soft rock star
Don't shine
Before swine
Choose the highest bidder was my answer
When they told me i was up for sale
School yard junior high style bullies
Have always tried to buy the better girls, haven't they?
Choose the highest bidder was my answer
When they told me i was up for sale
School yard junior high style bullies
Have always tried to buy the better girls
But failed now
The check is in the mail
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Piss poor, riding high, sunbathing fireside. We're here for the porn or the sirloin
Get your T-bone, let your backbone slide, tunnel and sky collide
Lose friends to the airwaves and the airlines
I want to make it right, some future in my eyes (bright)
Hush don't explain when you water down my name
I'll be up too late, call me when you get better at your game
You haven't beat me yet.
The waitress, the actress has got the skin and the bones
With the hairbrush and an air brush she'd be white gold.
She asked the piss poor "Why are you looking for that party in the sky?
It's just a movie about a movie, too old to die"
I'm going to make it right
You haven't beat me yet though my vision is strained.
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Giving the chances to leave the basement life, another landlord's wife,
Furnished room, celebrate the first flight window bird's eye view
You, hardwired, I'll try to play the guitar
Stay focused on the first boring morning though we both see it coming, we don't run.
Let the silence settle in our bones
You are everything you are nothing at all
You are every night you fade to light the room
Daylight lights (hides) a new one on you.
Giving the chances to take it all in stride while we walk a broken line, a line of signs
You, hardwired, I'll try to play the guitar
Stay focused on the last boring morning though we both see it coming, we don't run.
Let the silent settle in our bones
You leave your eyes there for me to memorize
I can see you happy in the shadows I despise
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Middle-aged, do the low rise on the waist
London half-life
Middle-aged, you're the low riser
getting over myself today
And if you're compromised, Drive your car through the rain
And if you've been beaten, Drive your car through the rain
Until you wash off the buzz
Don't pull over 'till you're sure one that wanted the floor
one that won't know the street, one that wanted to land
on the heart with his feet up
oh watch out, you're only better off with half your life
otherwise wasted
House of cards, you fall hard
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