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Dirty Glasses
04:28
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When am I going to get to talk to you
About you and me, or something else?
When can I strip these vapors
Off my chest?
When will I know if the believers gave in
So that I can stop taking it on the chin?
When will those asteroids
Swerve on by?
And do you feel like I do
When my hand is on your window?
Will you feel like I feel
When this has blown over?
And I know this fuzzy feeling will come to pass
Giving way to the frozen rain, the relapse!
Bundled up with the go-betweens
In my head
The helicopters that hover above my roof
Run out of gas because their thoughts are not my truth
Your visitors walk on by
Have you heard the news?
And do you feel like I do
When my hand is on your window?
Will you feel like I feel
When this has blown over?
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Queen Narcissus
03:39
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She had a tip jar
A pile of turquoise
A plan to pick her Daddy’s bones
She was estranged,
Her Mama disowned her
Manipulated her kid to sow
She had a cot
In her brother’s tool shed
In El Segundo
Playing “Survivor” for the family cash prize
Only 20 more years to go
Queen Narcissus, I woe to know ya
Queen Narcissus, I woe to know ya
A bag of pills
Some wine to spill
She made herself at home
She left her kids
They had no use
To score points for the trust fund show
She had a rep
For committing harm
Unto suitors scorned
A “Voodoo Queen” with a fistful of chickens
That stench?
You can bet, she knows
Queen Narcissus, I woe to know ya
Queen Narcissus, I woe to know ya
She had a Daughter
She was forced to take in
A golden apple of discord
The Queen’s Daughter, she had a boyfriend
She loved him, they were in the throes
Then the Queen, she took that young man
Daughter never was the same, you know
Yeah the Queen, she took that young man
Daughter shattered like a porcelain doll
Queen Narcissus, I woe to know ya
Queen Narcissus, I woe to know ya
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I would have done anything for you
To prove my worth to you
But with all the moves
And each new struggle,
I became less visible
And then you made it a crime
You went and made it a crime of control
You wrote this paper of shame
And then you pinned it to my robe
You kicked me out to the street
In the wake of the 400 blows
Like some kind of fool
Locked into a wooden cloak
The sticky tag, it dug down deep
Hidden well from society
With each new day
The cloak reloads silently
And praddles on, quite violently
You know you made it a crime
You went and made it a crime of control
You made me some kind of fool
Locked into a wooden cloak
You can imagine my surprise
The OhCkie note, it learned to fly
I could not hold back my disbelief
I watched it die
There was no grief
You know you made it a crime
You went and made it a crime of control
You wrote this paper of shame
And then you pinned it to my robe
You kicked me out to the street
A subject of the 400 blows
Like some kind of fool
Locked into a wooden cloak
Like some kind of fool
Like some kind of fool
Like some kind of fool locked into a wooden cloak
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4. |
Don't Touch The Jester
02:44
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There is a house in the west hills
With secrets to sell
They hide their coffers in plain sight
If you behave, they won't quell
Don't touch the Jester
He's out to get ya
He'll send you straight to the shelter
He is worth more than you, kid
Don't do nothing stupid
He's cast in bronze, he's art deco
I just thought that you should know
Don't touch the Jester
He's out to get ya
He'll send you straight to the shelter
The ceiling's dripping with crystal
Business is booming, they said so
They've got no time for the Foundlings
"Those bastards cannot be kissed in!"
Don't touch the Jester
He's out to get ya
He'll send you straight to the shelter
Don't touch the Jester
He's out to get ya
He'll send you straight to the shelter
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5. |
Monuments Of Progress
02:43
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We are the axis of the obelisk
And we just got into town
We knocked over the Bank Of Libor
And we cut your dollar down
We're getting busy with hedge fund money
We're packing it in to the council of the zones
If you're confused, well not to worry
What you don't know will serve the drone
And it will all come down
And we'll level it to the ground
All dozers and much sound
Nothing left, and nothing found
No mercy you will face!
Monuments of Progress
We are the axis of the obelisk
We've got scepters and ridiculous crowns
We've done deputized the Gardener
And we took Mulholland's house
We've got blueprints and dioramas
We've got boots on the ground
We're gonna stack you up like cheddar
In a closet for 38k down
And it will all come down
And we'll level it to the ground
All dozers and much sound
Nothing left, and nothing found
The Devil is getting down
Monuments Of Progress
We've got your land
You've got your rope
Keep pushing out
It is your only hope
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6. |
Cut & Run 2 Sunset
04:37
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It was ‘68
Had a single Dad
We shared Grandma’s crate
She who bore me
Left us in her wake
The draft was looming
Dad had no fakes
And Mai Lai was in the rear
Dad and Grams had reason to fear
That the call up was near
“Cut and run to Sunset, oh my dear!”
“You don’t owe them a thing
Pack the kids and go take the swing
Take a leave from that police ring!
The fifty-state is like Muhammed Ali!”
“You can hide out there
Take good cover, you’ve got friends there
Kids are shelter
Hell, they don’t care!”
“Cut and run to Sunset, oh my dear!”
To Sunset
To Sunset
To Sunset
To Sunset
We decamped up in shanty town
The north shore was our hideout
Slats for walls and an outhouse
There, we disappeared
An island of opportunity
Draft aint gonna come looking
Oh, those cakies have saved me
Cut and run to Sunset
Dad, he had a love back home
Begged her to join us
On a plane, she did so
A Madrigal come to cloak the storm
Dad got married and burned his card
And with that
Back to Los Angeles we went
He was now safe with his nuclear unit
Got his job back and donned his vest
Cut and run to Sunset,
Leave it here!
To Sunset
To Sunset
To Sunset
To Sunset
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7. |
Choir On Fire
03:59
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At the bottom of the stairs
There’s a room down there
To the bad seed liar, we go
The madrigals follow
We’d talk until the dawn
Get our mirror on
In the bad seed’s liar, we flow
With the paisley madrigals
Did you ever think
We’d be singing like the shrinks
To keep moving along?
Licking our wounds
With the koto and the dudes
Can’t you hear the guitars?
HEAR THE GUITARS
In the room at the bottom of the stairs
A runaway hid there
To the bad seed liar, we go
Pammy made just like Thoreau
Interrogations came to blows
We never caved, you know
In the bad seed liar, she holds
Pammy the Madrigal
Did you ever think
We’d be singing like the shrinks
To keep moving along?
Licking our wounds
With the koto and the dudes
Can you hear the guitars?
If you need autonomy
This is the place to be
The bad seed is down below
Madrigals sway to and fro
Up above, on the second floor
The choir likes to explore
In the bad seed liar, we slide
Madrigals do the glide
Did you ever think
We’d be singing like the shrinks
To keep moving along?
Licking our wounds
With the koto and the dudes
Can't you hear the guitars?
oooooh
oooooh
The Paisley's in bloom
oooooh
The Paisley's in bloom
oooooh
The Paisley's in bloom
oooooh
The Paisley's in bloom
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8. |
Be Still, Celine
02:37
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Be still, Celine
We can light up the world with a paper and quill
Be still, Celine
So do your best and let’s not ever let the wine spill
We can rattle the beams
We can meddle and scheme
The copper robe is obscene!
Oh, Celine
Be still, Celine
Please don’t shake, because I need to get this fill
Be still Celine
Before you know it, we’ll be bigger than Amon
We can rattle the beams
We can meddle and scheme
The copper robe is obscene!
Oh, Celine
Be still, Celine
You’ll be the siren that greets and waves hello
Be still, Celine
For the land of dissidents across the row
Be still, Celine
We can light up the world with a paper and quill
Be still, Celine
So do your best, and let’s not ever let the wine spill
We can rattle the beams
We can meddle and scheme
The copper robe is obscene!
Oh, Celine
Be still, Celine
Be still, Celine
Be still, Celine
Be still, Celine
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You expressed your pride
For all the wrong reasons
I didn’t ask for this life
I had to bleed for no good reason
Now I write the machine prose
To pay the rent
I lay woke by the machine's woes
In my bedsit
Choose me
Why couldn’t you choose me?
I did my very best to be good
And sat alone in the motel
Like you said I should
I’m hoping that this song
Can heal me a little more
So that I can stop licking my wounds
And making them sore
I hope you can see your way
To follow along
Resolutions for my Sister and me,
When this is all done?
Choose me
Couldn’t you just choose me?
Us kids, we’re not so bad
We promise to be good
‘Cause you are all we have
And you can tell
every
one
You’ve got a screen credit
Me, I’ve got my medicines
I’ll take to move past it
You couldn’t let me own my reel
And offered no forgiveness
When you passed me off as your boyfriend
Did you ever regret it?
Choose me
Why couldn’t you choose me?
I did my very best to be good
And sat alone in the motel
Like you...
Choose me
Why couldn’t you just choose me?
Us kids, we’re not so bad
We promise to be good
`Cause you are all we have
You won’t even know we’re here
You won’t even know we’re here
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Oh, I wonder when you’ll let me out
I am so alone
I guess I’ll try to write you
I’ll write you a letter from the hole
If I could talk you out of the flogging, how?
The scars, they're gonna show
I guess I’ll try to write you
Yeah, I’ll write you a letter from the hole
From the hole
From the hole
From the hole
From the hole
Yeah, I'll write you a letter from the hole
To the rest of the world, you put on a face
It’s never the face I see
I guess I’ll send you a note
I’ll write you a letter from the hole
From the hole
From the hole
From the hole
From the hole
Yeah, I’ll write you a letter from the hole
When you left
I got a box of things
2 letters, you kept close
As if to tell me that you found me out
As if I did not know
I didn’t try to fight you
I still delivered the blows
Yeah, I wrote you some letters from the hole
Yeah, I wrote you some letters from the hole
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11. |
Motel Life (Foundlings)
03:17
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Pretty please
Can we go play on the outside?
Pretty please
The cigarette smoke
Is hurting my eyes
Your friends
They come
And they go
This motel room is so small
And we’re always left alone
To our own devices
In this motel life
This motel life
We’re hungry
Can we take a walk across the parking lot?
The liquor store
It don’t have much
But it’s all we got
The dirty walks
The gravel streets
Learned to dodge the beggar’s row
The TV dinners go down slow
In this motel life
In this motel life
This motel life
Pretty please
Can we not take a swim together?
You wash my hair
Don’t let me get air
Forever
I know you’d like to see me go
But your methods will give you woe
And the judge will let you know
There is no way out
Of this motel life
This motel life
Life
This motel life
This motel life
Life
This motel life
This motel life
This motel life
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