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Pigeon Heart
02:57
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I got a pigeon heart, I got a pigeon heart made outta cheese,
it beats so hard, it falls apart w/incredible ease,
and we paint in the dark, and we paint by the light of our dreams,
and we take our dreams out dancin', on the branches of the trees
we're gonna leave,
we're gonna leave it all beneath
the empty streets, and the street lights overreach,
we're gonna bleed, we're gonna bleed out into the streets,
because we need, we need to feed it, we're near defeated
I got a stupid brain, I got a stupid brain I'm sick in the head-
I fall down dead, you pick me up an' I'm seein' red
an' I'm seein' red where I should be seein' you instead,
but there's so much red, in fronta my head -it makes me wish
that I were somewhere else instead
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2. |
Cascade Green
02:57
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can you be stranger than a fiction?
can you be stronger than addiction?
more intense than the attraction between the matches and the gas can?
you see sublime in the absurd, and meaning in the over-heard,
you hold the moment in your hand, can you be water to the dry land?
I can
you don't get it, naw, y'don't get it -you'll never get it right, but
don't sweat it, don't you fret, you're gonna get it
you're gonna get some
you use the method of a science,
with the aim of religion, to find out what it is,
and still know what it means
can you defy your reliance, and bare down on incision?
spill a scarlet tear on a cascade green!?
I don't get it, naw, I don't get it -I never get it right, but
I don't sweat it, I never fret, I'm gonna get it
sometimes
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3. |
Nightcrawlers
03:02
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Nightcrawlers and Dazzlers emerge from the smoke,
they're stroking the egos, they're floating the boats
-slow down fuckin' Moth-man! don't fly so close -
we're gonna shimmy an' sway in the slitherin' moat
if you make your way through hell with a bottle and a bell,
in the bottom of the well, you can kiss but never mind-
there's a cave behind your eyes where y'let y'carpet fly,
in the shadow of the cyclops,
etc..
Teeny Tyranosaurus had teeny tyranosaurusy arms,
he's just movin' around in the place, he ain't meanin' no harm,
he had to swing his big ol' tail, he hadda let it flail,
he had to swing it around an' around an' around an' around
-so Daz sez t'Teeny
Teeny y'look like a wreck
he just throws his big head back and laughs
I don't get no respect
this night is a vampire, and I am at it's command,
and so, quite despite myself,
I had to shake his teeny hand.
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4. |
Hummingbird
03:23
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one foggy night, by a neon light,
I was drinkin' on the steps of a church,
when my glassy stare first became aware of a hummingbird suddenly perched
what feathered jewel could charm me so?
so quick, so bright, so sharp
-was I a fool,
oh no no no, not to see it from the start?
oh no
one random night under disco lights,
I was killin' in a billiards room -
when a pigeon with a morbid death-wish came searchin' for it's doom
what teathered fool had slid this way?
so lit, so lean, so dear
-would he know how to get me there?
would he know how to disapear?
oh no
and in the dark, we drop our guards,
we fill our throats with smoke and stars
and yellow moons and blue horseshoes
for fear the day will break too soon
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5. |
Alien Ami
04:07
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If you'll be my 2 headed lover, I'll be your 4 legged friend
I find the times I feel most human make me feel so alien.
but then again its feelings
and, feelins always fade
they chchchchc change change change
My little alien friend
chchch chances
and all the time that we spend
it chchch changes
ouuuu
Smoke in our eyes, can't help myself to be blinded by hights
i roll up and I meet the tide, nice to be your side if you might-
ce soir madame je veux le noire l'amour, demain I demand a change in my stride encore, (a chchch change in my stride encore) x2
You'll be my 2 headed lover (I'll be your 2 headed lover)
I'll be your 4 legged friend (I'llbe your 4 legged friend)
I find the times I feel most human make me feel so alien, but-
then again they're just feelings (and then again they're just feelins)
and feelins always fade (and then again they're just feelins)
they chchchchc change change change
ouuuu
Our fire dimming while we meet the shore, face to face lost in your space, its home no more
frosty beer on a cold wrist we grip, ice tears feel hot melted round my hips.
and hunny you will be missed (x3)
my lil alien friend the alien ami the tongue we speak puts me in, it puts me in, ch ch ch trances
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Bluebird
02:40
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I'm like a show-and-don't-tell guy,
I'll meet you down by the well high,
with a flask and a flashlight
and a map of y'past life
y'turn blue 'cause y'knew that
the end times are not through with you yet
you were the sick from a wild ride,
a toad afloat on the king's tide,
with a torch and a corpse bride
and more regret than you can hide
well I do dope an' I do shit,
but I don't do that much dope shit,
in fact I think I just might quit
if there was anything else to do
but you were such a holy ghost,
you were foamin' at the mouth an' throat
slidin' down that sudden coast
to stop in for a few
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Grunesmen
01:50
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we are der grunesmen, we live in God Engine,
we shoot up at moons and ascend the divide;
just look in our eyes, in our terrified eyes,
feel the mouth of the geyser rumble up from inside
inside is a vampire, he lives in a mansion,
and under a streetlight he looks almost handsome:
see him rounded th'corners when the streets are deserted
wrestle up to a stranger and do
somethinyouwouldn'texpecthimto
now it really only works every once in a while,
so get under that pile, so get under that pile
I seen you roamin' the sleepin' beast,
between his scales you scrape his streets,
between the bars you whet your beak,
you're not stuck
you're just dug in deep
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8. |
mit gas
03:03
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when I woke up this mornin' I was still kinda wasted,
this vomity blood tar was all I could taste and
my face was glazed in a layer of somethin',
I was pretty much blind 'cause my eyes wouldn't open
'til I soaked 'em in coffee and some hair of th'dog
and a song to remember why I get up an' walk;
I gotta talk to myself sos that I can decode,
oh no,
I can't
I been troubled by devils, I been haunted by ghosts;
what do they want with me do you suppose?
I close my eyes and wait for it to pass,
just have another smoke an' try t'relax..
the simple fact is that you think too much,
but you can't think strait up all night on crutches,
y'need touches, y'need kind words an' hope,
oh no..
well I'm really just an animal under these clothes,
but I can be a machine if it matters the most,
I go for the throat, I got more guts than brains
when I'm fightin' or lovin', which kinda explains
the pains that I go through to live in the moment;
I rarely can catch it,
and I never can hold it,
but y'know what?
I come sooo close..
see?
I can't
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9. |
Brotherhood of Mutants
03:00
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with the wet in your eyes, you got shot from the sky,
but you crashed in a lake and survived
now there's no way to explain that don't make you sound insane,
so you cut through the world in disguise
when the dreams that you had were all psychosexual,
telepathically induced by a depressed extraterrestrial,
don't it make you feel weird?
don't it make you feel special?
don't it make you feel like something more?
there's a light in the tunnel in the shadow of the tower,
so we follow where the torches shine
and the pain that you're feeling, it could go on forever,
so you try not to pay it any mind
when the dreams that you had disappear with the morning,
and your head caves in cause the wait is so boring
that you can't see the point or the beauty or the glory-
-they come up through the cracks in the floor!
to remind us that the story of our life is not behind us,
cause we still have tomorrow at the side of her highness,
and her shyness is only a veil
behind which all beauty is pale
there are teeth in the meat and the heart it still beats,
if you prick at it, does it not bleed?
it conceals, it concedes, still it feels incomplete,
and the need drives the deed to the beach--
-you don't see, you can't see,
or you don't wanna see
you're like me, underneath,
you're like me,
I don't see, I can't see,
or I don't wanna see,
I'm like thee, underneath,
I'm like thee
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10. |
Party Crashers
03:16
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when you led me to your bed with bare hands and cat medicine,
my powers were almost gone and my faculties worn thin,
but you saw through my scars to my secret world of meteors,
you dragged me back to shore
but the same could be said about the hole in your head,
it's a window propped open when y'sleep at the beach,
it's way out of reach, it's too close to ignore,
we don't know what it's for, we just know
what we use it for
so we'll be the party-crashers cause y'know we're not invited,
you see us at your door and you get frightened-
we just get excited
but we can't smell your fear because it's everywhere we go,
and we'll do it right here because
we wanna do it right here
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