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The Magnetic Waltz
MATTER OF TASTE
If a sin
Ain’t a sin
Then you don’t
Need a Savior
Then you won’t need god for good
To be on your best behavior
If Lasik laser surgery could open up your faith
And god was just another prop
An element of taste
JUST A MATTER OF TASTE
If all of what
You want to do
For love
Was never dirty
Each beauty mark proscribed
Another marvel left to die
Without a stab of pleasure
Without lust and all its treasures
Our violence, our humanness
Will all just go to waste
JUST A MATTER OF TASTE
AGE OF IRONY
It’s easier, it’s what they want
2nd degree is less than hot
But not enough to stop the crowd
From putting coats on, heading for the door
YOUR AGE OF IRONY IS SMALL,
SO CAUTIOUS AND SO FEARFUL
ALL OF YOUR DILEMNAS DON’T DEFINE
A SECOND OF MY PARTY TIME
MY PARTY TIME
All the same, a job’s a job
But you’re the best at what you do
I wish I had a fraction of
A fraction of your sleight of hand
YOUR AGE…
To Disappear so easily
Cover fear so joylessly
I’d rather risk being seen
Than disappear so easily
MY PARTY TIME
3 WOMEN
When I was a kid, before this life got in the way
3 Women held sway over what I thought
Fabulous, romantic and dangerous
That’s what I wanted it to be
A little bit later when I still thought I had nothing but time
My father got robbed of what he thought
Fabulous, magical and dangerous
I finally think that I know how he felt
But it’s so scary when your heroes are dead
It’s so scary when your heroines are dead
It’s so scary
It’s been a few years since I first felt my time was short
I still think Sexton, Seberg, Arbus were
Fabulous, romantic and dangerous
I finally think that I know how it feels
It’s not so scary any more to know they’re dead
I’m not the tragic figure I once fled
I just need a bit more time to figure out
What happened here and exactly what was said
That’s what I want it to be
That’s what I want it to be
LA VALSE MAGNETIQUE
“Au coin de la rue”
Cette phrase archetype
mythique et abbatu
A l’angle de l’avenue
D’une autre epoche
Paris et New York
Paramours et mes soeurs
m’ont nourri et beni
Cherchant quelque chose
pour me faire tourner
Marchant quelques pas
en dehors de mes trajets
Toujours si pres
Mais jamais ils touchent
Ni l’un, ni lautre
Nos illusions intactes
En 3/4 temps le 3/4 du temps,
Il n’y a qu’un qui s’ecart
Des autres trois trop carre.
Et c’est pour lui et pour elle
Qu’on colle cette petite
Danse magnetique, ni macabre, ni chic
La miniscule mise
En scene, qu’en vie
Nous tire et nous trompe
Car il ne suffit
Pas juste de pousser
De lui faire tourner
On ne peu pas sauter
Dans l’ecran
comme par la vitrine
POUSSE LE GARCON, POUSSE LA FILLE
QU’ILS TOUCHENT CA SUFFIT, CA SUFFIT, CA SUFFIT
LA VALSE MAGNETIQUE, POLARISENT
NOS DANSES ELECTRIQUES, SANS CHOQUE NI RAISON
Sans plaisir ni tristesse
Il n’y a que la beaute
Sans desire meme inceste
Il nous reste que la fierete
FAITH
The turbaned little man
With his veiled female fans
He’ll tell you who you’re dealing with
People of faith
Ooh, they got faith
NOT IN ANYTHING PARTICULAR
WHATEVER’S ANTI-SECULAR
FAITH
The Commander in Chief
Turned over a new leaf
It was God that told him what to do, what else you wanna know?
He’s got faith
Ooh, he’s got faith
NOT IN ANYTHING PARTICULAR
WHATEVER’S ANTI-SECULAR
FAITH
I can see ‘em all together
Iran in polyester, Crawford Ranch in flowing robes
Agreeing to stop time, but Mr. Ahmajinedad
Don’t make fun of my djellaba
Ain’t no peas in this pod
Just a couple black beetles
On the highest dune around
Summit in the desert
You better watch out
These black ‘n white mullahs , ooh they got faith
They got faith
Yeah, they got faith
NOT IN ANYTHING PARTICULAR
WHATEVER’S ANTI-SECULAR
FAITH
SEX OFFENDER
As long as you’re the girl next door
And I’m the guy in college reading Schopenhauer
It won’t matter that it says on your fake ID
That you’re a lot older than me
EVERYBODY KNOWS
YOU DON’T GET HORNY ‘TIL YOU REACH A CERTAIN AGE
EVERYBODY KNOWS
IF I FOLLOW YOU DOWN I’LL NEVER TURN THE PAGE
‘CAUSE THEY SAY I’M A
SEX OFFENDER
The other day when I switched on my TV
I saw you’d figured out a way to make everybody see
And now the guy who’s garage I’m paying rent on
Got a hard-on as long as the driveway I been watching you from
NOW EVERYBODY KNOWS
YOU’RE SO HORNY AND IT’S OK
AND I’M A FAG IF I DON’T FOLLOW EVERY MOVE YOU MAKE
AND EVERY COME ON YOU FAKE
BUT I USED TO BE A
SEX OFFENDER
NOW IT’S OK
SEX OFFENDER
VERY FINE LINE
SEX OFFENDER
WHO GETS TO DECIDE?
SEX OFFENDER
SWEET 16
SEX OFFENDER
ONLY 17
SEX OFFENDER
SHE’S 18
HALLELULJA
EVERYBODY KNOWS…
CAROUSEL
The silver horse with its shadows
Comes around to where I watch
And the engines of love will reorder
What my blind side lost and left behind
She knows me so well
I know nothing at all
She wants me to tell her
About my visions and clues
And the carousel turns and it turns and it turns
And I’m learning how to ride this merry go round
And the carousel turns and it turns and it turns
And I’m burning
Sometimes this heat just gets me down
I’m walking in circles
Breathing in shallow gasps
Tripping across the shadows
Long for the afternoon
Will she still come around tomorrow
Will this spinning ever stop
Will I ever learn to ride
Will this pride ever break stride
WITH YOU
Too many languages, too many books
Too many places and confused looks
No clear definitions, no firm replies
No set propositions, no truth no lies
Tired of choices, I’d rather be duped
Competing voices, I want the truth
I look around me and everyone’s sure
The fear that guides them will keep them pure
I’m afraid that the more that I know the less I can see
But I’m afraid that the more I see the less I can be
With you
The fog of the view from this shore keeps me warm
The beauty of you on an opposite bank
I wade through waters dirty and torn
And all who drank of this poison are blind
SHIRA & SAFIA
Shira & Safia
Waiting on the customers
Their robes in tatters, wigs aflame
But what’s on top, it ain’t their game
The johns they shuffle in and out
From temple and to mosque devout
Madame she shouts for them to tithe
The living as they do the dead
SISTERS AND BROTHERS
NO GOD WILL SUCK YOUR DICK
WHY YOU ONLY WANNA FIGHT
WHEN YOU COULD FUCK ALL NIGHT?
STRAP-ONS FOR REBECCA
COCK RINGS FOR MECCA
AND THE REST OF YOU JUST TURN THE OTHER CHEEK
GRAND CENTRAL
He’d cancelled the flights to exotic destinations
Looked up at the stars at Grand Central Station
After ten years missing, she walked in and found him kissing
The last thing she’d touched before she could see
The operation successful, Aurora took aim at the light
And survival became a different decree
The angles and obstacles melted away in the fires she lit
For her cane and the Braille books replaced with colors and shapes
But endless surprises no match for despair
As she wept for forgiveness, he evened the score
Her tears of blood fell from his blade
On his knees he made sure
That he couldn’t be seen
WARM WINTER
When I leave New York City
Cross Pulaski and Kasciusco, Marcus Garvey and McCombs
All these Haitian, Polish cracked Sicilian, Irish bridges spanning docks
where
Bandaleros turned believers, trade in prayers, pitching fastballs
When I leave New York City on this warm winter’s night
When I leave New York City on this warm winter’s night, the bridges
baked in orange
Brooklyn stone, Manhattan steel and the water in between goes from lavender
to black
Hiding yesterday’s dilemmas, holding off tomorrow’s crises
They closed the HoJos ‘cause Philip Stark didn’t like the sloppy
joes
But when I leave New York City I look forward to the ride back
Up the drive
Watch the full moon light the Pepsi sign and
Icahn’s best investment
Holding up a mirror for a Queen wooing Manhattan
Leaving New York City on this warm winter’s night
Leaving New York City on this warm winter’s night
As I light another Lucky
3 strikes against me says my son who’s learning how and why
To call this city home
For a while is what we are
For a while, in this car
A warm winter’s drive
A warm winter’s drive, leaving New York City
Berlin Hi-Fi
ELEGANZA & WINES
I lived in the room
Above the shops
With the hand painted sign
Eleganza & wines
The bright green stucco
And the dead palm fronds
My sole companions, ‘cept for
Eleganza & Wines
I miss those empty promises
The freeway lines
To guide Electra home
Her head sublime
The California time
That kept me hoping for
Eleganza & wines
Then I lived in the house
Far away from the room
But all I could think of
Was Eleganza & wines
Now I have a new room
And the shops have all closed
But the hand painted sign still says
Eleganza and wines
(AND THEN) PALERMO
So far away
From You
Is trouble
For me
The arc of
Your reach
For succor
So deep
Tripping the
Flow of
Your current
To me
At the bay your
Back meets
The stone and
I weep
FOR THE TIMES THAT WE HAD
ARE SO HARD TO KEEP
If I dive with
You by
My side
I am blind
But from shore
Realize
I’m moon
To your sun
AND THE WAVES THAT YOU LIT
NEED A FORCE MORE THAN ONE
BERLIN HI-FI
Todo para todos
Wir wollen Alles
Won’t die in silence
Berlin Hi-Fi
Freiheit für Fatima
Ich bin ein Berliner
Blind date dinner
Berlin Hi-Fi
BERLIN HI-FI
WERBUNG MACHT UNS FREI
BERLIN HI-FI
WIR SIND ALLE DABEI
Krieg ist terror
Künstler sucht Ruhe
Stadt des Friedens
Berlin Hi-Fi
Kai ist Schwul
Zitty ist Schuld
Love is enough
Berlin Hi-Fi
Could be any city
It's all the same sky
Could be my salvation
Berlin Hi Fi
CONCRETE SHOES (Andrews/Wallfisch)
It’s midnight and I’m drowning
but my feet are dry.
Simple, little deal I made
When the green lights flicker
And the absinthe shadows fly
I could swear those black dogs are baying at my neck
No escape from the fire
even as the waters rise.
Smothered by your wings I can’t breathe
I’m finding new ways
To believe in your lies
I know that the howling is your dog leaving clues
Save me now
Tie that rope around my neck and pull me up
Save me now
Reel me in dead or alive
Save me now
If I’m with you I’ll survive
Save me now
I wish that I could wake up
without falling asleep.
The pills that you gave me,
I need more
I’m swimming in my concrete,
Custom chiseled shoes.
Each stroke takes me down to where you hide
I’M LIFTING
Each sound so precise
Each crackle so tight
Like the filament branches
Blurring on my right
And as the sun sets, I’m lifting
Each crimson stained cloud
My own private atlas
A shimmering shroud
The lines cross, bend and merge with
The barriers, marshes, molds we were told would
Destroy, defend, delight
And dethrone us
Through birches, parked cars and churches
Down road after road
A FREESTYLE KISS TO HEDY LAMARR
Hedy & George
By the bridge
Hedy & George
Before the wall
On Hollywood and Vine
Cornered no more
Hedy & George
Piano rolls pitched
Hedy & George
In an effort to switch
The slapstick and lips
For bombs bursting in air
Berlin, Le Dome
To their Hollywood home
7 Million dollars in kisses
Torpedoes and misses
Ecstasy's model with a question of flesh.
The silent soundtrack of Hedy & George
Many returns with a line from Lahore
A freestyle kiss to Hedy Lamarr.
I'm dialing the number for
Hedy & George
On the phone line imagined
by Freulein Lamarr
Sprawled on the bearskin
Dinner Party
Smalltalk in limelight transformed
SOMEONE ELSE AGAIN
Hey you, sitting in that car,
Was it me ina bar so crowded with you?
So many, many years ago
Do you remember we could’ve, we could’ve been friends?
Does it really make a difference who I am?
Does it really make a difference who you are?
When the light changes color, will you change with me?
Will you be gone forever, or in your next life marry me?
When the light changes color, will
You be someone else again?
Hey you, sitting in that bar
Do you see, do you see me right in front of you?
So many, many times before
Do you remember—it could have been me?
I could’ve sat next to you,
Or do you remember did I fix you, fix you a drink?
We couldn’t be more different, or more the same
When the call last call, will you call my name?
Will you be gone forever, or in your next life marry me?
When they call last call, will
You be someone else again?
Hey you, waiting for that train
I swear that I’ve seen you here before, or was it in Bharain?
I say my robes will flow again and what makes you think you won’t get caught in the rain?
I’ve held your big umbrella countless times before
I’ve held you ‘til your sobbing stopped and the tears they fell no more
Oh but now I’m blind, forgive me, there was acid in that rain
You’ve already gone forever leaving an endless wake
I think I am mistaking
You for someone else again
WAKING UP
In the morning waking up
My toast, my silence and my cup
All the liquids, all the gasses
Course through the arteries of this house
The paper’s front-page photo-op cannot contain
The colors of the mother’s grief
Clutching her son; clutching her daughter
Clutching everyone against the breach
Who will save us?
Who will save us now?
Mornings past, hungover
From battles joined, empires coined
Black Sea blood washed clean
By the mud of Liberty and the River Queen
Reluctant boys waking up
To flood the hardened arteries
Fathers creep; mother’s weep
Children surging to the motherland
Re-animate the fallen corpse
I DESIRE
It’s been a few days since I said a word
Except to order drinks, maybe something sweet
My voice gets quieter and quieter, I think
Sometimes they bring me meat
Don’t understand which treats
I desire, but I just can’t say
What I desire
It’s not a problem, must stop thinking that
I’ll have to break this spell
But I’m not inclined to tell
All my secrets, my new secrets
Don’t even know what I’m supposed to know
Don’t understand how to conspire
I’m at the theater now, a big pink box
Puff pastry decorations and enlightenment fluff
Guns going off, naked bodies everywhere
No-one knows I’m packing real heat
And if my gun goes off, who would I hit?
And if I only knew what turns me on
I’d be like you, I’d have more fun
And if I only could create
A problem worthy of escape
FRAGILE
You change your mind, I mind the changes
Biding time like smiling strangers
I read your mind, you mind the dangers
Erasing lies like fallen angels
Can’t you see?
I feel so fragile when you say
I feel so fragile
Flirting with the other side
Hug you close, you wiggle wide
I’m afraid you’re afraid of me
I’m afraid you just can’t see
I’ve been stranded for so long
Looking for someone else
Didn’t realize you were part of me
I was looking for myself
NOT A BEAR
More ambitious than the average bear, but
Who am I kidding, why should I care, but
No other way to find a place to
Hibernate so why sleep?
When you could be
Wide awake
I know it’s hard to give a damn and
It’s just not cool to think it’s hot, but
The sex is better when you pay attention more
And hibernate less, so why sleep?
When you could be
Wide awake
I’m not a bear
I ain’t no bear
Not so heavy now, light on your feet and
Use your thumbs while y’still got the chance, don’t
Be so afraid of a little cold and
Open your eyes, yeah
Why sleep?
When you could be
Wide awake
HOW
How many winners does it take to lose?
How many times must the good die abused?
How many killers does it take to defend,
The lives lost living for a dollar to spend?
How, how, how, how, how, how, how?
How many games before you just give up?
How many draws before you chalk it up to luck?
How many rules do you have to break,
Before the rules are changed and you’re on the take?
How many sinners does it take to save,
One true believer full of lies, lies, lies?
How many fools on the head of a pin?
How much head before you just give in?
Whores for Jesus and whores for love
Would you rather have it sucked by God above?
Mine is strong and angry and proud
With a halo of ether and satyr’s crown
FAME
I don’t wanna do
Don’t wanna be
Don’t wanna hold
Don’t wanna have
Anything, ‘cept fame, sweet fame
I don’t wanna make
Don’t wanna drive
Don’t wanna build
Don’t wanna save
Anything, ‘cept fame, sweet fame
Fame will save me
Fame will make my troubles go away
Fame will make me
Loved by everyone and everything
I don’t have to think
Know what I want
Don’t need a book
Don’t need a look
From anyone, I know,
just fame, sweet fame
I am driven
I’m devoted
Dedicated
I’ll do anything
Whatever it takes
For fame, sweet fame
I’ll do, yeah do, whatever you want, whatever you say, whatever I’ve heard, whatever it takes
Forever more and more and more and more
Of what it is I’ve seen and heard and heard and seen, so fine
Yeah fame, sweet fame
THIS PERFECT SPOT
Late in the evening, early in the summer
It’s crazy here when the sun comes out
I feel warm like a turtle in a sweet, green pool
I could cry, giggle and shout
Your not being in this moment is something cruel
I could levitate to heaven, be a perfect fool
I’m sitting in my café, sipping my hops
Stretch out my legs and turn to the light
Forget about what’s heavy, grey and out of sight
In the country of lost things
Maybe I’ve found that old is new and new is good at this perfect spot
And new is good
At this perfect spot
Botanica VS the Truth Fish:
The Truth Fish
I am the truth fish
I ride the rails like so many before
Workers and wounded
slaughtered, and deceived
Just plain frightened, ignorant & bereaved
There is a train
And there’ve been trains before
It’s got a number
All the way downtown
If all they can see from that bathtub is the sky
Won’t have to think about what’s beyond the wall
The wall of that bathtub holds a city full of grief
the wall of that bathtub cannot contain
the river of tears
the oozing fears
the code orange bullshit of machiavellian ordeals
CHORUS: I am the truth fish
My name is Abu
I am the truth fish
I am just 9 years old
I am the truth fish
When the wind is warm
I go out ‘n play--flip up a little dust
The town he’s in and the town they’re in
Seperated by tombstones on this sandy plateau
When the wind is warm, he goes out to play
‘Til one fine spring day he gets shot in the head
The hole was ready, the arrangements had been made
The digging was not his doing and he fell right in
Many miles to the west, many miles to the east
The truth fish prowls, blessing body parts just like his
Now down in that bathtub, there’s a bit of a rub
What if the bones of the soldiers from Jeddah
Get tossed in with the ashes of our boys from Tribeca?
One damn big ring and we scrub and we scrub [CHORUS]--fast part
FINAL CHORUS: I am the truth fish And when the wind is warm
I bless body parts I tend to the Phlegathon fires
I am the truth fish No-one cares to put out
I feed on the facts
I am the truth fish
The Flag
Up the block
From my corner
Past the mourners
And the wings
Four roses
And all those party things
I see the tombs and crowbars raised
I see the passion plays replayed
Through the park
East projects past
Under train tracks
Elderberry lots
Mullberry plots
And pools of blackest light
I see the robes of faith and healing
I see the spirits uncorked and reeling
I see the rules of troubled dealing
And you tell me, I got a right?
Got a right to hold a gun
Got a right to lose my son
But when I stand and face the flag
I see my country wrapped in rags
And west
Up gentle cliffs
Where fathers sip
And mothers trip
Up harsh inclines
Six babies at their hips
I see the playground games gone wrong
I se the imitation bombs
I see the army of the damned and hear their songs
And you tell me, I got a right?
Right and wrong--no inbetween
Turn the other cheek to what I’ve killed
But when I stand and face the flag
I see my country wrapped in rags
Good
It occurred to me
Looking out the window of my hotel
At the clock over the water and the grey waves of dawn
It occurred to me
That it really wasn’t all that bad
It occurred to me
Looking out the window on 123rd street
With the tomb on the hill, the silence of the Sunday dawn
The chimneys and firebreaks like figures on a wedding cake
It occurred to me
That it really wasn’t all that sad
The radiator heat
The cold from the street
In perfect balance
As the spires transmit
A moment of respite
Just a moment of respite
I could keep walking
Not stepping on this dime
Hiding that hole
Chasing My tail
I think I caught it
And now it’s gone
A moment of respite
I, need a moment of respite
It occurred to me
Taking in the deluge at my hotel
Silent in the refuge at my hotel
With the light under the shower door
And all that was said before
More than just a killing floor
All that was said before
It occurred to me
That it really wasn’t all that bad
Billboard Jesus
When you look me in the eye
with your big, ugly sigh. Shaking your body with all the fear in the world.
Makes me cry; makes me wish you could die of your
n-n-n-nervous tears. BUt they
make you stronger, take years off my life. Chasing me down with all the
fear in the world. You try, you try, yeah you try...You try to get in
under my skin, under my skin, under my skin, under my skin with that fear.
GOD IS JUST ANOTHER SIGN, THE NEON LIGHT WILL LEAVE YOU BLIND. GOD IS
JUST ANOTHER SIGN, THE BILLBOARD JESUS AIN'T NO FRIEND OF MINE. On every
block, on every corner I see you. Pushing those blocks off of every rooftop.
Yeah you're chasing me down so I can't catch my breath. Scaring the laughter
outta my eyes with your sighs. You try, you try, you try, yeah you try...YOUR
LIPS COLOR MY SUNSETS RED, EVEN WHEN WET EYES CAN'T SEE THROUGH, THE GRASS,
I SEE BLUE. YOUR EYES PAINT MY TREES FOR ME, I DON'T KNOW.
Love is the Difference
you don’t have to be nice
you don’t have to be sweet
Dont’ have to pretend
life’s such a treat
When you see it as evil
call a spade a spade
You gotta know hate
or it don’t mean a thing
But down, down the line
can’t hide what I’ve seen
You, can be sure
That love...
Love is the difference
so many frustrations
so much wasted time
you need your anger
your confusion too
but now, now I kow
it’s as big as a house
you, can be sure
That love...
Love is the difference
BRIDGE: I get on the train
I see her hit her son
He cries and he runs
and I avert my eyes
some things are so simple
take years to learn
gotta come up for air
wile you still can breathe
and down, down the line
can’t hide what I’ve seen
you, can be sure
that love...
Love is the difference
Closed
If I open up this window
will I be able to breathe?
Will the light flow in and the air begin to clear?
If I open up this window
will the darkness escape?
Will the shit on the sill turn to chocolate cake?
I think I'll keep it
I'll keep it closed
If I break this window
will I feel the pain?
Will the blood flow easy and my skin begin to stain?
I think I'll keep it
I'll keep it closed
If I break this window,
will the splinters taste fresh and stick firm in my skin?
If I break this window,
will the splinters taste fresh, pierce my tender flesh?
I think I'll keep it
I'll keep it closed
You
I could fall down the steps for you
Never feel it when I fell for you
Hit and run and rob abank for you
Slip on the third rail and crawl to you
Every day I almost die for you
CHORUS: Every day I almost day for you
For
You
Why You
I could crash into a truck for you
Burn all my $20 bills for you
Kill a cop and rape a nun for you
Have a lobotomy sniff some glue for you
I only dream, dream, dream for you
CHORUS x2
BRIDGE: But if I met you would you stilll be you
You, you you and you and you
On every corner, every platform too
If I met you we’d both disappear
I follow what I felt before
Those mornings when you open the door
And you forget what makes me cry, makes you cry
The past the future share a little lie
If I met you now I think I’d know why
Swimming in the Ocean at Night
Wind really hisses sadly in all this concrete and sttel
I don't know why, makes me want to cry
takes me away into brown trees
And swimming in the ocean at night
Very grey and you can barely make out the beach
The water sure is hollow and white
caps like foam, scare you into
Swimming in the ocean at night
Wind instead of a horizon
With the tall grass on the dunes whispering to each other
And lit up by the light of the hotel night
Don't you just wish you could turn off that hotel?
When you're
Swimming in the ocean at night
And the moonlight is sharp tonight
Is that red I see
in the water next to me?
Float away in the moonlight
Carry me away
In the ocean at night
In the moonlight
Shy or Stupid
I heard it said once from a lady of the north
that all the schoolyards were split
everybody shy or (then so) stupid
But I think she was very, very wrong
I think that she listened to the wrong songs, didn’t wonder
(anymore)
Now in the palace by the river I am scared
To think how long its been since I have really cared
SHY OR STUPID
I don’t know which one I was
But I don’t think you
have to chose
I see people every day
But they don’t see me as I pass before, I pass before their eyes
Turrn and look inside, they turn and look away
It used to hurt me, but you know, I don’t much wonder
(anymore)
SHY OR STUPID
Limerence
Sometimes it's just too hard to look
At each other--for the thrill
First there was magic
Then came deceit
Then this ritual thing took a mighty leap
After heaven became divine
Dionysius declared
Hades sublime
Take me
Lost (Andrews/Wallfisch)
Dust falls on full moon it covers the light
Of streetlamps on cobblestones and shadows of night
Return to sender, my wishes & plans don’t ring true
Love hasn’t faded, just arranged itself into something new
A LOVER GONE COLD & EMPTY, SHE BLOWS HIM A KISS
DESIRE MEANS NOTHING WHEN PASSION IS LOST IN HER LIPS
Hearts pumping blood like drums beating time
View turns from crimson to cicatrice sublime
She’s hijacked my dreams, memories low and high
Tightened her grip on my head with her thighs
A LOVER GONE COLD & EMPTY, SHE BLOWS HIM A KISS
ONE TOUCH TO GROW OLDER & A GLANCE AT WHAT ONCE WAS BLISS
On the chair in my kitchen, I sit alone
With my windowsill polaroids of you in my home
Breaking the frost on the pane’s not enough
Nothing inside me and filling me up
A LOVER GONE COLD & EMPTY, SHE BLOWS HIM A KISS
DESIRE MEANS NOTHING WHEN PASSION IS LOST IN HER LIPS
With All Seven Fingers:
COMPLICATED LIFE: Weeping in bed I lie about the incision the room all the papers the clothes that have gathered Strewn about poised to hide As I lie COMPLICATED LIFE Weeping in bed my sobs chose to hide the lack of breath the hold I have on the boy next door And the queen from the year before the bubbles escape As she does Weeping in bed I lie escape like water and his final breaths my sobs in rhythm slipping under cover we are both hidden by the same fear COMPLICATED LIFE
LET'S GO: I'm putting up walls of my own invention.Blowing up bridges to my destination.Pissing on the seeds I planted last year. Fertilizing weeds I'm gonna have to clear. SUICIDE IS PAINLESS, SUICIDE IS SLOW, I'VE PERFECTED THE TECHNIQUE,LET'S GO, GO, GO. I work for the man spouts nothing but lies. But when I look in the mirror I see my bosses' eyes. Got a long-term contract, no overtime pay. But early retirement--gonna find me a way. SUICIDE IS PAINLESS, SUICIDE IS SLOW, I'VE PERFECTED THE TECHNIQUE, LET'S GO, GO GO.
THREE RING CIRCUS: With a gambler's pick, my velvet bag of tricks I conjured up a sorceress Made me forget what was remiss She took ,y hand, turned my rags to silk and our blood flowed strong and thick AND ALL THE MAGIC THAT WE RODE INTO A 3 RING CIRCUS TENT I DOVE I raised my glass, she poured the wine My vision blurred and all was clear The clowns in tears, the flyer's fears And like a top, the tent began to spin and the stars fell through the seams AND ALL THE MAGIC THAT WE RODE INTO A 3 RING CIRCUS TENT I DOVE Flames reach up The heat is more than I can--Bare--my skin, shedding from within
IN THE PAPERS: He was told, heıd have to hang thatıs what it says in the papers Just stand, on any corner fielding questions for the papers He thought that his love and pride and will was all it took But up was not the way the neighbors looked And dreams were not the province of the rooked Hand in hand they skipped on with his rope Diligently tying up loose endsFOR THE PAPERS THAT'S WHAT I READIN THE PAPERS NOTHING NEW I THE PAPERSIT'S ALL THERE IN THE PAPERS At partys, for the parties, on park benches Nothing mattered In the papers All argument and reasoned opposition neatly bundled In the papers The time to grab a drink and hold a thought is just too dear The potions and the cures are to be feared Advertising misery is clear Gloating with the moralists who preach That good can only come of evil deeds IN THE PAPERS...From town to town the soldier and the saint Fought battle after battle chasing fate But now theyıre staring up at ticker tape Downing pints of ale as weak as what I read IN THE PAPERS
TRAPPED: All that mattered has been trapped beneath the skins my parents bequethed. The sequins, the furs Stretched and torn; The membranes and the brittle leaves. The gilded parchments, the ulcered sheets that covered more than just the space between the twin beds never replaced AND I'VE FINALLY COME TO ACEPT THE GOOD AND THE BAD AND WHAT'S LEFT; THE BRIGHT LIGHTS AND ALL THE REGRETS All forgotten, long unwrapped The gems of love calcified and churned. Insights, delights, his hand on my head, the letters that I never read 'Til the bedsprings that are mine now reare their ugly heads AND I'VE... Well the old man said it's God's will, but I think he was just a misguided shill AND I'VE...
DIRTY LITLE NEED: Been so long since I've been in a strange woman's apartment. Sounds like rain, but it's just the fountain .And I'm sitting, waiting, trying to remember what the point is. Am I alone a spy in a dead girl's dream? A PRIVATE EYE SEARCHING FOR MY DIRTY LITTLE NEED HAUNTED ONCE MORE BY THE ECHOS I FEEL OF MY DIRTY LITLE NEED I TRIED AND I'M TIRED BUT I'M STILL DIGNIFIED BY MY DIRTY LITTLE NEED Where is my power, what is this view? No paper to write on and the phone lines are dead. And it rings and it rings and it rings, but it's not for you, tonight.Am I alone, a spy in a dead girl's dream? A PRIVATE EYE...and I tried and I tried, but no matter how hard I drive, I'm still riding around in the back of my hearse with my dirty little need
GIACOMETTI HOUND: I get a Giacometti feeling as I walk through a crowd Getting thinner by the minute, moving walls of sound I was red hot once, forged by the fire, by the hearth, by the hallway, by the family--lyre. Bent and prodded 'til the fire went out Cold like the winters in the great north woods Ice like the look in my mother's eyes Blinded by the fire, buckled by the cold I was electrified, villified, seduced and scorned Left for dead and nobody mourned I geta Giacometti feeling as I walk through the crowd Sometimes I tower, more often I cower Wrap my steely arms around the cold, iron gates But I'm no match for the seven fates Sweating i the cold as I wait for my date Her offal-streaked hair and her pitted teeth The lines on her face like an old briefcase The scabs on her fingers like a box-car tarp I was electrified... THE CROWD, THIS HEAT, YOUR DOG STILL LEAVES ME COLD THE CROWD THESE WALLS THE COLD MAKES ME FALL Where the dog sucks in its metal breath By the museum where I see bodies that can't compare to her 'Cause my date she's got the most perfect skin, 'Cause my date sh'es got a belly I could grow up in, 'Cause my date she's got arches of fun and glory, 'Cause my date, she's got such a glamorous lilt Sweating in the crowd like a Giacometti Hound THE CROWD, THIS HEAT...
DISEASES: She knew the names of all the diseases Not a syndrome passed her by She paid attention to their hairlines Noticed crooked frames and ties But the lies went unrecorded And the records made her yawn He never risked a chance encounter All opportunity passed him by Hunkered down in his bunker Holding conflict far at bay All desire buried deeper In the flickering blue light She knew the names of all the diseases Not a syndrome passed her by Remarked on how the winds were Never changing like the times YEAH THE CHILL WAS COMING ON US, SHE PULLED THE BLANKET UP AN INCH Cleaving to the cushions of a parboiled life Then one night, her glance, his met It was, it is, no words, not yet
POWER: I showed up to give you some advice/don't know if it's good or bad/you seemed to be falling/made me feel the power of ten zero hours/to hold you from inside puppet style--the burdon you bear is a power not of this world--you were squashed on a couch/between two other/the war of your heart sits in some tangled hands/you can't see stars dripping from trees is what I'm showing you/it could be your glue--the burdon you bear is a power not of this world--when I held your hands to tell you you were strong/you smiled in a way that told me I was wrong/and you said: "you are not who you claim to be"/oh baby how wrong your burnt eyes see/these ditches that wait for you/and these boat-house smiles wash away the miles of who you are/or who you might be--the burdon you bear is a power not of this world ~Kid Congo Powers, Xenolalia Songs/BMI
PRAY: Standing, standing, standing the spotlight is on you The glare is more than you can stand sweating in the heat Nothing all around me ³cept the smoothness of the walls High above the city blocking out the falls And I can see, see, see what noone else sees And I can hear, hear, hear what noone else hears And I know all about your problems crawl inside your veins I can wrestle with your organs suck the marrow from your bones I know god like heıs my brother talk to him most every day And he tells me youıre a sinner ³cause he just canıt hear you pray JUST CAN'T HEAR YOU PRAY...Time has just begun and I know right from wrong My walls are oh so beautiful thoughts are more than pure Never smelled anything good as my manure Everythingıs so simple Iım so very sure And I can see, see see what noone else sees I can hear, hear, hear what noone else hears But I donıt dream, dream dream no need for all that here So I think the time has come Pull the trigger n Iıll be gone I know god like he's...
AMSTERDAM: Well the view from this bridge has been sung of before And the cliches Iım living, they lead me to more Iım balancing on the rail, ready to dive Into any embrace thatıll drown me alive I LOOK INTO THE MIROR, THE KALEIDESCOPE TRAM, REFLECTION OF WHO I AM, A WINTER MORNING IN AMSTERDAM Your smell is closing in on me, clinging to my skin Like a river of all thatıs come before, bathing all my sores I can breathe easier inhaling my sins The ringing in my ears and one more forgotten gin I LOOK...
THE WALTZ:
I've seen you look at him in the way that you once looked at me. I've
seen you look at him and I wonder how long it'll be. "Til my bags
are packed and outside the door I've held out so long, can't take it anymore.
I've heard you on the phone, when you thought that I wasn't around Yeah
I've heard you speak to him and I remember how sweet the sound--Of your
voice as you said you loved me so. Oh how can I make you understand that
I could never love another woman like I do you? I turn and walk away,
but I don't know where to go. I turn and walk away, but oh my darling,
I need you so And I don't really think I could take another day, just
waiting for him to take you away from me.
~words: Sonia Cabrera
Malediction:
MALEDICTION The woman that I knew for 7 years I hadn't seen in eight When the girl pressed by my side With a bottle drenched voice Turned to me and said I had a dream about your woman YOU SHOULD CALL 'CAUSE MY DREAMS ARE NEVER WRONG YOU SHOULD CALL 'CAUSE MAYBE THIS CONNECTION YOU SHOULD CALL 'CAUSE I CAN'T STOP YOUR MALEDICTION YOU SHOULD CALL BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE She catches me so busy doing nothing here forever Paint your picture, but the numbers are all faded And I've forgotten what you look like (chorus) We had a '64 Plymouth She wore a dark green dress A velvet invitation to a calloused caress Steaming Palms Cold white light Miles and miles of dreams Over and over, it seems (chorus)
THE CASTRATION TANGO The sun is rising on another world Where sinners rule and lovers repent From the back of the bus I've got nothing to say Going up is a virtue, going down is a crime Flip it over, you got 69 Cut off my ears 'cause there's nothing to hear Cut out my eyes, so I can't see the lies Turn me into a eunuch, 'cause I'm dying to do THE CASTRATION TANGO Like a nation spayed With fat on our frames Our ears pinned back Our tails laying low Give me a junkyard dog Digging for doubt In this graveyard of fear Today I got up–I ran out of patience 'cause I can't wait to do THE CASTRATION TANGO Whatever's easiest Whatever it takes Work as hard as you can to eliminate doubt If you know all the answers you can forget all the questions Kick over the pews and let the bells ring It's time for the Castration Tango (chorus)
A FRESHER HELL From friend to fiend is only one letter And so easy to miss if you're going too fast And all the horrors that come and go by this door Are nothing compared to your sorrow From a kiss to a miss is only one letter And so hard to remember if you're going too fast And the time and these cities That are faster than me I'm staying one step ahead of disaster AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR WHY CAN'T I MAKE IT STOP? ESCAPE FROM WHAT FRESH HELL IS THIS? I DON'T KNOW As I round the corner and climb up this hill Could I get any higher and still feel so low And all the horrors that come and go by this door Assassinated by your glow (chorus)
AND THEN I MET HER She had 3 nervous breakdowns 2 divorces and a hangnail She was always too short, too skinny or too tall Too fat, too stacked, unhinged and untracked A bulemic anoerexic, a bloated barfly She had 13 operations, been to 15 shrinks AND THEN I MET HER She looked down on others from incredible depths Fevers and felonies chased her down in the hole Two out of court settlements One bypass and an ulcer She was sure she'd be kidnapped, Die young of cancer AND THEN I MET HER Timing is everything she always said to me If I'd met you 10 years ago we could be free Two thousand dollars in unpaid parking tickets Bad credit and a toothache Disasters and heartache, you can take your pick Too early or too late, well that was her fate She was blinded by her vision So many wrong decisions She was a failure at success Had given up on sex AND THEN I MET HER
FIRE Your dreams are safe with me I'll protect all your secrets and throw away the key But don't expect to be free Fire, I'm licking the fire Dancing, with my desire Dying, in a small, dark room KISS ME BABY BEFORE I RUN AND HIDE SAVE ME MAYBE I'LL FORGET I WAS WRONG GIVE ME THE POWER AND THE WILL TO DECIDE I'M A GOLD DIGGING PREACHER WITH A PISTOL AND A SONG I believe that right Kills all that you think is wrong But don't decide for me Fire... (chorus) HIT ME MAYBE THAT'S WHAT I NEED BUT THE MAN IN THE BOX SAID GREED, BABY GREED HONOR MY SINS AT THE ALTER OF LOVE WORSHIP MY ICONS 'TIL THEY SHINE
BEAUTY Beauty is when you take it Beauty is when you dream Beauty is such an answer Beauty is all it seems I WANT BEAUTY Beauty will take you places Beauty is all you need Beauty has many faces Beauty is the seed I WANT BEAUTY Beauty will call your lover Beauty belongs to you Beauty is all forgiving Beauty still rings true I WANT BEAUTY
BIG BIG WORLD One gesture, one touch Could alter so much One word, one cry Such an even–even high One second, yeah one breath Could be the death OF A BIG BIG WORLD LIT BY A SETTING SUN One step, a small stride And suddenly, two worlds collide One win, one loss Not even–even a sin One second, yeah one breath Could be the death (chorus)
MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT Lights get low, shadows get sharp and dark In the middle Of the night Work sleeps, we unfasten ourselves there 'Cause sex is Stranger In a place called The middle of the night Past three, body whirling I scream For you At four, heart thumping I slam Against you In the middle Of the night I wanna spit In your mouth 'Cause sex is Stranger In a place called The middle of the night Feel like red meat Wanna touch it, wanna slit it Sink my fingers in it Feel like dead meat Wanna smell it, wanna taste it Get my hands wet in it I wanna pray To you In the middle of the night On my knees To you 'Cause sex is Stranger In the middle of the night Unbuckled In the middle of the night When you're alone In the middle of the night *
SIMPLE LIFE After I killed my best friend I wanted to have a drink We drank all my licquor that night So I put on my coat, walked down to the street Got in a taxi, didn't know where I was going And the voice of the cabbie like a bug in my ear After a while saw a bar I liked Told the driver stop, Stop at the next light I WANT A SIMPLE LIFE He turned and said "That'll be $21" I said, "Oh no, I forgot my wallet" He laughed and said "You know, people have been killed for less than that" I said, "I know, and I'm not done with murder tonight" He turned, my hand went out I slashed a trail across his face with my blade Opened the door, walked into that heat Threw a $20 bill by his side on the seat Was only kidding about my wallet, I didn't want him to die broke Opened the door, walked into that bar To have my last drink I WANT A SIMPLE LIFE
TRUE CRIMES Line 'em all up Shoot 'em down one by one So little inspiraton Oh my daughters, my sons Pro-life and pro gun If only they'd run Far, far away From this city of sun AND THE CRIME FITS THE MAN AND THE BOXES, THEY'RE ALL EMPTY AND THE BLOOD DRIES If I cut out these pictures And paste up their heads No extra dimensions Nothing needed here On the scrapheap of thoughts Like nuclear waste Invisible toxins In this sunny state (chorus) I lived in the big, pink house by the bridge But only for a night, 'cause then I was disowned By the bum on the corner By the drunk at the bar They answered all my questions And they're still where they are (chorus) Thoughts are thieves, rob me of my peace My peace
BIG THING I'm hanging on to the wrecking ball of my life Hugging that steel like I hug my wife I get so hard, and she's so soft Then I crash up against that wall THERE'S A BIG THING HAPPENING HERE I'M AFRAID THAT IT'S PASSING ME BY SAY GOODBYE TO YESTERDAY'S TEARS Luna came to me in a dream Red lipstick on her coat, like ice cream On her fangs as she barks at my dog Corvair racing up to the moon (chorus)
*Euphrates/Wallfisch
All other songs Paul Wallfisch/King Plush Music-ASCAP ©1999-2004
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