1. |
The Duke is Wired Tight
05:27
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The prince has shattered matter
he's rolling on the floor
he found that essence rare on vinyl
by the Gang of Four
this isn't what he wants to wash up
on his muddy shore
It's happenstance of wanting
more and more and more.
Don't put it up for question
throw it out in the snow
with your unflinching answers &
your amazing freak show
Is this the way you want to parlay
the sum of all you know?
For all your best intentions - that's how the story go!
The duke has smoked the roller
he's wired tight for sound
explosives in the stroller - to bring the kingdom down
Necessary evil what comes round goes around.
He lost the answer long ago -
and now the answers found.
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2. |
Paper Coffin
04:06
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On an endless summer
on an endless street
my moral terrors
rise up to meet me
I could be so special
I could be complete
In a paper tower
I could hide completely
and you could light candles
and we could write songs
I keep all my paper here
where it belongs
and you could light matches
and burn down the walls
and watch from the street
till the tower falls
On a frozen winter
in a frozen car
my blind desire
has gone too far
I could be ignited
I could be destroyed
in a paper coffin
in a timeless void
and you could draw pictures
of me as I burn
& dream of the moment
when it is your turn
and you could light candles
in effigy flame
& try to bring me back
by reciting my name
and you could sign postcards
to whom it concerns
and light every postcard
and watch as it burns
and you could melt candles
and spell out my name
and you could light it up
and dance around in the flame
such an ugly martyr
such an ugly star
with such sad fodder
such smoke and tar
it could be well packaged
it could be consumed
with a paper offer
in a shameless room
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3. |
Perfect Helmet
03:37
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Put ‘em on child, one leg at a time
never meek or mild, a bag for a dime
oh maddened messenger, bring me your news
unwrapped to reading, paying such dues
(chorus)
and you protect so well
with your perfect helmet
and teardrop shades with polarized fades
on motorbike you ride
draped in freedom rags
moth rotted cotton so perfectly tie dyed.
manic or militant, panic or collected
fragrant of thrift store hues, & working class shoes
read it if you can, these scratches slight of hand
& carry on my command, just follow my command
and
you are my new best friend
you are the falling sky
you are the devil nightly
you are the hour nigh
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4. |
Blacklight Season
03:45
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They wrote you one sentence
it was a prison sentence baby
blank or invisible, it's no matter
it's just a din above the chatter
you're own experience is not necessary
you're opinion is not needed
your dreams will go unheeded
there's gold there, so take a seat in the chair my lover
'cause there's dirt in your eye
it's bigger than your needs
and it's bigger than you
we've made a mess of this time
we've made a mess of forward motion
so rally on, be like the piston
never listen to their reasons
in this blacklight season of personal treason
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5. |
Staggered Beetles
04:07
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Staggered beetles
Emerald glass
Dusty women
Painted mask
Loudspeaker screams
they Call to pray
and the river flows through
This passion play
It's mine, utopia
It's mine indeed
It's yours for the asking stepchild
It's your summer seed
Of love and motion
Of love you seek
Of such devotion
of which you speak
Returning manners
Discerning trust
No stone and hammers
just the wine and the crust
Follow me fleetly
Follow me now
Unfold you thinkers
And ask not how
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6. |
Bread Jane
05:29
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tense silence grips you - Bread Jane
librarian front line - of soft pain
don't stop the rolling tide - refrain
as the cry of horses calls out to you - Jayayayayne
lights below - exposing harm - I see it
the air is torture, it does not filter the grit
you gun your motor as a sign to forget
& I drug you kicking screaming into this sh sh sh sh sh shit
wave of nausea - black as crows
the underbelly of your sin
with cramped muscles & awkward tussled hair
You know just where you've been
head of the American news - defining
in diamond mines abused - refining
hope for eleventh hour lines still shining
bronze shirts are calling for the soul mining
dark glasses - instruments ring - you stutter
5 minute checking - dead reckoning - I shudder
long white fingers dial the phone - you mutter
dodging the searchlights dancing in the gutttttttter
gasping epitaphs - rolled cigarettes
& your slack jawed broken grin
brackish, surface, yawning holes - that beg you to fall in.
And they’ll tell you that you did not sin
and they’ll tell you you cannot win
But we could put ‘em all on the head of a pin
we could fit ‘em all on the head of a pin.
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7. |
Stupid Miracles
05:39
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You know I can see all your stupid miracles & morbid scenery
and I see all your painted ponies & your leather skin
and I see all your battered imperials & guitar zeros & legal phonies
I just don't let 'em in
did you bring it up, why did you bring it up?
can you fix it up all that you've broken?
did you drink from the cup?
did you show me your trust?
this stupid miracle is my little token to you, my friend.
And I’ve got
dusty curios and weathered veins
determined vultures & bedroom stains
demonic objects from unfit pretenders
questionable escorts & these tractor rape chains
did you suck it up, why did you suck it up?
can you give it up all that you've stolen?
drink from the cup, water filled with rust...
this stupid miracle is my stupid token..
emotion sickness & swallow eyes
cigarette lighters covered in flies
your bullshit advertising & your income decay
your recession proof porn & your darkening skies
hey walk on water, can I be your fodder?
I've been waiting on euclid avenue, just waiting for you
hey wine from water, can I be your daughter?
I've been here waiting for you - everyday
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8. |
Run by Vikings
04:24
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Burning suburbs in vain
exposing various forms of dread
fall into the spillway
flowing a step too far ahead
I am the fresh feelings
see me - smiling - pocket pretend
infecting your mystery
neatly - a dead end of a friend
You know what?
This place is run by vikings
and one day it'll all wash away
the mongrel hoards & the teddy boys
cannot find the light to spite the day
so don't make the walls feel dirty
you know the walls they can't protect themselves
and those shoes cannot shine your feelings
so there's no reason to leave them up on the shelves
and I will be happy
falling - falling on the ground
and I am not charming - snakes
I'm burning the houses down
This place is run by vikings
and one day it'll all wash away
the mongrel hoards & the teddy boys
cannot find the light to spite the day
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You'll listen to Lennon - & I'll listen to Clapton
& we'll act as if punk never happened
No Iggy or Ziggy, just Lightfoot and Frampton
& we'll act as if punk never happened
We'll settle for bread - Not Darby on coke
& you'll wish the world was a joke
All Diamond no Fear, no ska - only folk
& you'll wish the world was a joke
No devil just God, no thorns on the rose
& we'll see where everything goes
No conflict or pain, no seminal woes
& we'll see where everything goes
All Poppies & Paisleys, all strawberry skies
& how bout if nobody ever dies.
Just crystal persuasions, & green butterflies
& how bout if nobody ever dies.
You'll chase waterfalls, I'll catch Janet Jackson
& we'll act as if punk never happened
No Johnny or Joey, just Whitney Houston & Ms. Braxton
& we'll act as if punk never happened.
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