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Wild Children
04:12
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Can you feel it in your faces?
Wild Children
as it courses through your veins
They're placing bullets into chambers
Wild Children
a casting call of all your remains.
And you can be revolvers
if they can pull the trigger
and if you take their offer
they just might make you bigger
Of broken, battered, blistered youth
tired children
in tow to creep shows very strange
wagging tails making offers
tired children
strangers danger offers change
Wild Children dark and lovely
so very mean
You little lambs so becoming
becoming rabid & getting seen.
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2. |
Julias Morningstar
03:02
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J J J Julias Morningstar
how fine we think you are
t t t taking our breath away
fff follow you everyday
• If we could unwrap the white light
then we'd see the truth
that you hold the golden key
to unlock our youth
If you weren't so sobering
and we weren't so stoned
we'd cast off the trappings
& give you all we've ever owned.
J J J Julias Morninstar
keep heavens gate ajar
a a and if your flags unfurled
we'll see your satin world
J J J Julias Morningstar
can I ride in your car?
we'll teach the world to dream
and we'll cover it in our cream
•
J J J Julias Morningstar
J J J Julias Morningstar
J J J Julias Morningstar
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3. |
Polluted Eyes
03:09
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I'm aware of the way I treat you
I've been poisoning your water well
I've come to face it I'm so commonplace
in your mind
slow burning for the ego lovers
riding in with no chance in hell
they cannot hear your lies
or see your polluted eyes - nooo
My sober attitude
cause anytime is much too often
I'm never in the mood
nailed in my feeble coffin
feeling such a dude
waiting for the rope to soften
let it slip around my throat - cause
I'm not sneaking out of this one
I can try - there's no reason why
shallow creek of compromise
is covering polluted eyes - sadly
stories leaching out a moral sewer
staining truth I worked so hard to find
perjury served up on ice
slaughtered for your sacrifice - daily
My drunken attitude
cause everytime is much too often
You're never in the mood
nailed in your iron coffin
feeling misconstrued
waiting for the dope to soften
let it slip right down my throat, cause
I've forgotten how to comfort
I've forgotten how to say your name.
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4. |
Liberty Mean
03:45
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I'm going to sit myself down - I'm going to pick your lock
I"m dialing soft hot numbers - I'm staring down your smock
You found my lesser nature - It wasn't far behind
I kept you out of danger - You treat me so unkind
and oh liberty sweet and oh liberty sly
oh you're so not so discreet
oh you're so not even shy
and oh liberty mean and oh liberty cold
well this is not my kind of scene
but this is what I've been sold.
and you sold it to me didn't you sweetheart?...
I'm tired of choosing wisely - I've nothing good to show
I'm tired of asking nicely - You're tired of saying no
It must be my projection - You tell me with a kiss
I bit your poison apple - I swear I heard you hiss
and oh liberty cruel and oh liberty fine
yeah you're a broken jewel
you walk a shadow line
and oh liberty hard and oh liberty blue
I drew the devil's favorite card
when I woke up to you.
and you know that's true babe...
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5. |
She Invented Air
05:08
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• She invented air - so you breathe it in
washed by rain - I see you're trembling now
as you lie sleepless in these gambling dens
and on dance hall porticos bending in the wind
She was one love and 99 hates
& you the deadly honeymoon avenger
her dreams conspired to bury you under stone
and then she walked out, leaving you alone
She's your shadow - she's your hearse
You're the mattock and the coffin and the nails
she's bad Friday, a splinter on your church pew
You're pissed you down river, now what do you do?
feel like a bottle - a cork in your throat
bobbing up and down the warm brown river
where will you flow, past the stone & clover
wash up on the shore, rolling over & over
She was one love and 99 hates
& you the deadly honeymoon avenger
her dreams conspired to bury you under stone
and then she walked out, leaving you alone
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6. |
Incandescent Vultures
03:24
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it is a light, it goes off
you stand alone in darkness
it is a light that comes on
& you find you're not alone
with lies to cut the brightness
these incandescent vultures
they pick your mind a moment
then turn your mind to stone
They cover up misery exceedingly well
nobody sees through their exaggerated hell
they're blind carbon copied but they'll never reply
to the scriptures of denial that help them get by
actors in roles - of role models and citizens
pull out the rug from under your sensible shoes
the harder we fall the more likely they'll profit &
the less ground that we gain the less likely they'll lose.
it is a light, it goes off
you stand alone in darkness
it is a light that comes on
& you find you're not alone
with lies to cut the brightness
these incandescent vultures
they pick your mind a moment
then turn your mind to stone
they're in the files and pushing through penance
they dot the I's and fine tooth comb every sentence
human resources file objections but these
vultures of dogma are just following directions
they're perched atop the spires & they're airing their wings
they're waiting for your intellect to wither up and die
if they're patient your mind will give up such things
they'll come down upon you & pick your soul dry.
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7. |
Apparatus Fantastic
05:29
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Heaven help us - cause no one else will
it's the sweetest of potions, it's the bitterest pill
it is the seventh scripture, it's the saving grace
it is just me on my knees with all this mud on my face
it's seersucker herringbone, mmm mmm mad paneled rooms
and white foam of rabies, and warmth of the womb
it's kinetic frenetic, it swirls and it spins
and it lets down the curtain, and it calls us all in
It is covered in elastic, it has lines for the twins
its apparatus fantastic, the tempest heart of our sins
I like the new edition, I like the endless battery
I like the autopilot, and all the unending flattery
It's your leviathon, please do not cross it's path
it is no hoax of halos, no boiling sulpher bath
Genoa sheets of such broad reach, Ithaca freed to touch
placing wagers on the his forehead, closing light alights so much
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8. |
Season of the Witch
04:36
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You used to care, but there's a pill for that now
everything has grown beyond your thinking
she planted seeds for unsavory effects
as if you need a reason to stop your drinking
don't use opinions or other sketchy games
your melencholy bitching has hit a fever pitch
soft waiting lounges spread stupid diseases
as if you've crowned the season of the witch
and at the mile high bonfire light
you know they cant get in the swing
they feasted on forbidden fruit last night
Now they cannot see illumination approaching
we need to understand our terrible dreams
Ask yourself - hey self - what are you doing?
Loneliness is from this day beginning child
as if you need another life for screwing.
So honey, put your gun on the ground
if you wish to win the favor of the season
a quiet spell of craft will ease your pain
as if you'd ever need another reason
and at the mile high bonfire light
you know they cant get in the swing
they feasted on forbidden fruit last night
Now they cannot see illumination approaching
Is this what you call the season of the Witch?
Is it a spell that makes you such a bitch?
Is this the pain that makes your eyes twitch?
Is that the scratch to cure your itch?
I think you need to make a switch...
Before you're facedown in a ditch....
or burning bright out on the pitch...
that pain you feel is not a stitch....
that's the season of the glitch...
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9. |
Action Machine
03:43
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'll need the jaws of life
to pry you out of that coat
it's no small task what you're asking
when you stick your tongue so far down my throat
the heaven metal wind chimes
the fat lip triggers a taste
I'll take my wine in good time now
Oh to the meadow let us make haste
I like your bits and your bridles
I like the Amish Gold
It's put together so nice it's
leathers good to hold
you paint the prettiest pictures
you make the strangest sounds
we'll drink the springhouse to sand stepchild
it's where the bareback riders throw down
I'll show you pictures
of my action machine
with the girls of threadbare
oh they're so smart and they're so mean
I warned you two times
You know I told you twice
they choke on swallowed pride
and your offerings they will not suffice
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10. |
Injection Molded
04:52
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It's polyphonic, and it sings
A perfect form of joy it brings
It soothes your soul, it feeds your mind
Injection molded high design
It fits your hand like you were born
to hold it's graceful female form
It reads your thoughts and heeds your prayers
it's constant pleasure comes in layers
INJECTION MOLDED - PERFECT FORM
YOU GOTTA OWN IT - GET IT ON
INJECTION MOLDED - PERFECT FORM
YOU LOVE TO HOLD IT - NICE AND WARM.
There's no remorse in money spent
It's charms beyond measurement
The magazines all love its style
It makes the college kids go wild
Temporary as it seems
it is the cure for all lost dreams
The fantasy at last is mine.
injection molded high design
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11. |
Green Leaf
02:02
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They've got cadavers, exhumed for dissection
the green leaf curtain calls a prelude to fall
a potion set in motion, burgundy & brown
bluebloods & nooses & intellectual truces
Innocence is dying - sweet child emeritus
no more riding on the fence John Paul Jones
I fought the windmills and the dark hills of decency
I laced with poison all the plates of the thrones
You always wanted someone in your own image
and I laid that blanket out across your great lawn
the summer season spread you thin as a visage
it dried to dust and now August is gone
Innocence is dying - sweet child emeritus
no more riding on the fence John Paul Jones
I fought the windmills and the dark hills of decency
I laced with poison all the plates of the thrones
Take it in stride, but listen intently
Cicada swan songs call to nights growing long
brownstone graveyards of maple stained money
its what you paid for honey, but now it's time to go home.
Innocence is dying - sweet child emeritus
no more riding on the fence John Paul Jones
I fought the windmills and the dark hills of decency
I laced with poison all the plates of the thrones
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Mennonite glam rock showcasing a certain proclivity to meld the majestic with the pitifully ordinary.
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