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Autopantomime
02:41
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another reason I've invented not to find you
all as you wield a sword designed to keep me from you too
and the past will call
to remind you that it's gone
there's a ghost that's barking with the dogs
and now she's pissing on the lawn
and there's a friend of mine that talks me into comfort
a dollar bill against the cost to fill this deep deep ground well
and the past will call
to remind you that it's gone
there's a ghost that's barking with the dogs
and now she's tapping on the wall
I read this book before
I thought I put it down dust to dust without a memory
adjust and then fall
we're forgetting our lives
dud messages
autopantomime
another color from the sun digesting earthlings
a fairy god mother assigned to keep the traffic moving
and the past will call to remind you that it's gone
there's a ghost that's driving just behind
and he will not pass me by
chorus
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2. |
Blazers and Ballers
04:01
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you probably never knew
the messages were delivered
a momentum wished you through
you'd stolen back from the giver
a dinner is served again while you're out looking for a lie
enlisting a private army to support your reasons why
but come one, come allers
blazers and ballers
we've got a price on your head tonight tonight
come one, come allers
blazers and ballers
we charge the price on your happiness
and danger may move your lips (move your lips)
articulating disaster
identical well-trained pets (well-trained pets)
undress and escape their master
the more speak of peace and kindness violence leaks out just the same
subliminal martial artist whipping nunchucks at my name
melting cold
inward again against
my own sword hearing the end
God and all rehearsing what they play when
their door opens at ten
chorus
pussy kryptonite yah ah ah
pussy kryptonite yah ah
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3. |
Welcome to Nighttime
03:40
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just because that you saw what you saw
doesn't mean that you know what your were looking at, son
you might remember a moment ago that the prize was a knife
but it's a bunny you've won
I tell myself I've gotta stop that
step back, breath in, count or somethin'
but there's a girl in my dreams that I have
that appears just to stab at the
oh, I can't say it now
welcome to night time
your human eyes don't work right now
mama gave you an old name
like a gold chain
a holy bible to ride the range
and in the sermon the praise sprang
from a quatrain
the fuckin' people were up for days
an invitation to the special language
tame, but in the dialect of ancient madness
aiming at the people of the country side
cause the city people up in the night
and they're singin'
chorus
there's a song in the sky like a spy plane
sippin' up the juices of the wandering mind
letting go of the day loaded up with regret
because it hadn't added up to a rewind yet
but you're gunnin' for the door in another hotel to get home again, weightless
count on what you've got, but then you still can't have it
turn on the light before the boogie man grab it
chorus
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4. |
Vegas
04:40
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I threw my ring into the water
emptied out my old psalms of slaughter
dissolve me of this magic
I named a god of my emulsion
kneaded hair and mud forms an alter
define me in this sadness
a buzzing thrill around the racetrack
florescent car designed for fairground eyes
as a child I mistook a spider
for twigs beneath a pine tree in hiding
witches danced beside me
the phantom whores arrive in Vegas
projected lights and mind tricks hide their eyes
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5. |
Utah Highway Discotheque
03:15
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I bought the currency of casinos
yes, I know
lived on the vapor of this here deep melting snow
oh, don't ask me
oh don't
the predator is the propagator of the myth
I've always been attracted to this type of gift
consider your plans are dead is what the menu read
oh don't
oh don't ask me
car crosses path with a hyena
dusk finds its way on to the station
utah highway discotheque
some notice how pale the color of her skin
associating it with innocence within
never mind the mess to bloody teeth she wipes her dress
a tiny highway town no gasoline for 60 miles
chorus
death pressures man into decision
far away scarcity
lost prayers washed up from the sea bed
oh don't ask me
oh don't
meanwhile a calculated smile sits on her chin
like an umbrella covering everywhere she's been
not a cloud in sight the desert floor is dry tonight
'cept maybe blood will spill
the Utah wind blows high and shrill
the Utah wind blows high and shrill
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6. |
Sore Loser
03:17
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nobody said they wanna own you
I fell alone despite the script we wrote to
you better run direct to real time
because the moment just became mind
afraid
of all the ornery inner armies
they're coming on
they've got their sights to roll me
but now the war cannot see me live
amongst the dead at war for your prize...hooray.
she was the first to say
telling me what to be
goddess of the senses
demanding flesh per day.
am I sore loser?
am I sore loser?
but then again I never bought what you sold
and guidance told me
someone's been frontin' you know
and then when I stalled acting, I felt up to my mind
you're telling me just wait another year to resign
she say
got enough that you could own me
and get it all
you're acting like you know me
cuz I don't want to work to confide
or sell my heart to work for your pride
chorus
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7. |
Your White Horsie
03:36
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if you wanna
you gotta kinda know what it is
but you'll never know better when you want what you want
one another
taking turns to hold up the bridge
taking turns to cross on the other's back over lava
barely nothing worse than no one
traveling all alone to meet tomorrow
in the nowhere sands of desert road new mexico
she only likes you for your white horsie
she only likes you for your white
tender moments
punctuated bugs on the grill
punctuated time elapsed against words of mother
asking questions
crucifix above on the rear view
crucifix alone in the metamorphosis of color
chorus
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
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8. |
Sceptre of Powers
01:09
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strapped to the seat of a flight
Brooklyn to London firefight
bang goes a door so polite
another Sunday, another wife
canned laughter crawls through your eyes
she picks her poison when it calls
startled to see you inside
just a bowl full of cherries, not a mouthful of blood...
further against your insight
you gamble will with fire and spite
the lie kisses you your goodnight
you're all alone
you wonder why
blessed are the feeble at will
for they inherit the wounds of their elders
startled to see you inside
just a bowl full of cherries, not a mouthful of blood...
come close and tap in to this sceptre of powers
a gift of which can grant the future as ours
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