Альбом The Faint

I'm caught in excitement
an unusual spell
it's pure in a sense
and abstract from our lives
and we talked a lot
abstraction came into focus

her tales of the tour
and a hardcore life
were unmatched by the
pop sub-culture in mine
and we talked a lot
and soon it would come into focus
(I tried to focus; I tried to focus--woah!)

there's no time for fighting,
any sex is personal
information not appealing
to me in any sense at all

iIs it wrong to think
I'm a traditional man?
I'd hope i'd be up
for an annexation of that.
yeah, a part of me
can deal with this open relations

but a concept to do
is like yes to a goal
it's unclear how it happens
maybe we'll act how we planned it
we sure talked a lot
and soon it came into focus
(I tried to focus; I tried to focus-woah!)

there's no time for fighting
any sex is personal
keep your head above the meaning
and devotion doesn't swell
any sexual encounter
adds an awful twisting touch
it's like scamming in the 90's
but getting used to this is hard

there's no time for fighting
any sex is personal
keep your head above the meaning
and devotion doesn't swell
any sexual encounter
adds an awful twisting-
(touch-touch-touch-touch-touch!)
it's like scamming in the 90's
but getting used to this is hard

i'd sleep on the white tile lobby floor
and pace until the time to visit starts.
the bright lights are on but i'm away...
how nervous a voice sounds on the phone.
you agree when you check in at the desk .
permission and trust in every move.
i'd be beside you when they're done
but i'll have to wait until i can call.
the blood kept you home while i was gone.
they left you a note when you woke up
"don't be alarmed by wooden splints."
there won't be a need for you to call.
excuses for careless doctor errors.
acceptance by all past patients have
allowed for a cold disclaiming note.
the warning is there, no need to call.

I see you work at night, and are you sexually amused?
What's it like to have a room of guys encircling you?
How she moves and how she walks
They all patiently await
While the heat from in their pockets could burn marks into their legs.
Without your needs and your support
She'd have a job the same as ours - nothing daring.
Would she miss a job that's sex... that's sexual?

In every city there are dozens of these clubs where men can go.
Some people need a little challenge to their fantasies at home.
There's a little tiny number on a fold of matches,
The ink drips from a little dancer's pen.
Everybody wants that fold of matches
To re-enflame their confidence.
Hey, it is a job, it pays a lot.
Is it disservicing someone?
And is it good to get these men worked up so sex... so sexual?!

Older dancers gag at what new talent seems to mean.
Smaller tits and younger limbs can cause a fit of rivalry.
But it is a job, it pays a lot.
Is it disservicing someone?
And is it good to get these men worked up so sex... so sexual?!

there's a fire in the road where a frame is burnt
and other automobiles are slowing down around the fire
lanes are backed up and people get all anxious inside
they've got a schedule to keep and don't want life to slip by

oh uhoh
oh oh -- oh
oh uhoh uhoh
oh oh -- oh
oh uhoh uhoh

the siren and cube are coming up from behind
1981 stereo is drowned from the sound
I see a car with an urge and a driver to control it
he's carried away 'cause what he does is more important

cars pass in cold blood
I hold back; it's hard to
i really want to block
but realize it's a bad time for that

I try to stay calm and watch the ambulance pass
but as the car with the schedule pulled out of their lane
I had a terrible urge, but no driver to control it
don't get carried away 'cause what he does is not important

cars pass in cold blood
I hold back; it's hard to
i really want to block
but realize it's a bad time for that

oh oh -- oh
oh uhoh uhoh
oh oh -- oh
oh uhoh uhoh
etc.

Casual sex- is it irrational?
I think it's time to find out why
Soon I'll fall asleep it's nighttime
In a dream there's a dolphin
And a soldier are walking
Through the sand for the door
In an office theres a hostess
Who had carried a friend and wheeled him into a drawer
She pulls his file
The air is cold
Down the aisle we follow her
I'm thinking casual sex,
The feeling
Casual sex,
The soldier's life's the same as mine
He's attracted to a nun
But the feeling of sex is nothing possible yet
A new wave soldier standing next to a young nun
The nun just has to face,
Her darkened skirt over her legs
They're getting warmer towards the insides and they're tall
The inexistance of time is not a painting,
It's life
They're into roads and gloves and goggle glass and carstops
The feeling of sex is nothing possible yet
A new wave soldier standing next to a young nun
The sound of her voice and the handle of her robe
Are getting thinner as the wind begins to speak
The nun just strikes a pose
The soldier's held against the floor
He's walking backwards till he's pinned against stained glass.

I took two steps out of the door
and I got two steps away
and then i turned
the screen was calling

(I could not resist)

you could find a bead of light
you can cause the outside window to dull
pause until the evening turns
and it's a.m. routine job or the pills

we're all on cable I.V. drips
let red cells pixelate us
constant help needed to unhook
call it "victim convenience"

I took two steps out of the room
and I stepped back toward the door
and tried again
a conversation

(and it went like this)

"I could talk for hours to you"
"I could watch your mouth and eyes look shut"
the controller's lost and I'd
rather commit "power" than hear this out

we're all on cable I.V. drips
let red cells pixelate us
constant help needed to unhook
call it "victim convenience"

The body dances to the beat of the noises from the street.
As patterns grids and schedules go, we took a subway to the show.
So give us this day our daily commute.
On the bus in three piece suits.
Say goodbye, kiss and ride.
On the way to the club, look outside.
The movement kills in several ways, although we see it as delay.
The steering wheel; a guillotine.
The body dances to the beat.
Wife: "take the subway, fuck the street".
The flesh twists between the gap
and passengers are also trapped.
Inertia pushed them all along,
but they wont make it to their next stop.
Patrons complain about the wait,
while the man outside cant feel his legs.
Men: "Just pull me out, save my life"
But all the cops can do is phone his wife.
She drives as fast as she can, and gets caught up in a traffic jam.
(SUB BALANCE HEARING TRACKS TWISTED SPUN VICTIM FLESH PATRON BRAKES FRICTION SERVICE)

You sit outside in the dark and get nicked by the strobe light while we're playing indoors.
We play in a bar, we play in a basement.
we play in a room where the mix isn't right.

The help at the door, the age to get in,
the artist is smug, they don't sound like they did.
We're ready to move, the crowd is a stare.
If you've got things on your mind,
shake 'em off.

Yeah, that's why we have come to collect you bodies from your lovers,
and pause all the suffering...
at least start pacing.

You're not on the list,
You paid to get in.
Your boyfriend is mad,
It was something you did.
In concert tonight, the bass drum is quick.
If you've got things on your mind,
Shake 'em off.

Yeah, that's why we have come to collect you bodies from your lovers,
and pause all the suffering...
at least start pacing.

That's why,
That's why we have come to collect you bodies from your lovers,
and pause all the suffering...
at least start pacing.

Left eye spins in circles,
passives line the rail.
They get no satisfaction from the electro-static breaks.

A beat can't cut the passives loose they're afraid what we will say.
No harm is done when you try it then hide.
Parts moving - keep moving.

A cool collected life is a safe move... you heard that.
You're unsure but its clear to us.
Come to terms, you're alone here observing.
Every time you go out you observe.

Walk past collared passives.
Don't look toward their eyes.
It adds to their discomfort, shows there's
Some confidence they miss.

A beat can't cut the passives loose they're afraid what we will say.
No harm is done when you try it then hide.
Parts moving - keep moving.

A collected life is a safe move... you heard that.
You're unsure but its clear to us.
Come to terms, you're alone here observing.
Every time you go out you observe.