1. |
Nonesuch Nameless
03:57
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Nonesuch Nameless
I've never known anything like this before,
& I've never needed anything.
I've never known anyone like you in my life,
& I've never needed, no I lied, I need this.
My eyes bleed, my head like lead upon my breast,
Sleep & breathe, sleep & breathe 'til tomorrow comes again.
And someday I can keep this sleep,
And stillness in my chest.
Better to sleep & wake confused,
Better no dreams to feel abused.
No happy ones to feel let down,
Just sleep & sleep until I drown.
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2. |
Sylvia Thompson
04:28
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Sylvia Thompson
"Say something, say something," said the girl
@ reception to the man on the second floor.
The staircase swirled like a painting, a method,
like a fabric beneath him.
And that Sylvia Thompson would surely save him,
that Sylvia Thompson would come.
But then you said nothing, simply turning to
return, for you remembered that you'd been here
before. And you knew you were a half-life, were
a shadow, & you lay yourself down on the floor.
And that Sylvia Thompson could surely save you,
that Sylvia Thompson could come.
Outside of the building, the tenement walls
appeared to be shaking, & the ground to fall;
& the billboards all leered, like reading in a nightmare,
now I'm waiting to wake up & the sun to fall
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3. |
The Girl in the Machine
05:55
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The Girl In The Machine
Did I ever toe the line?
Did you ever tell me straight?
Did you hear my brother cry,
When I left, for you?
Well I built my life around you,
Your deep blue eyes, & your beaded hair.
We're half a world away now,
& you've left me here, in the blackened air.
Like a needle on the beach, (Splintered under the stars...)
I am spitting sand, chasing shadows.
When you wrote me from Japan, (When are you coming home..?)
I was too far South, to understand.
& there's nothing left to follow. (I could lose myself...)
& there's nothing left... (All for nothing.)
Are my words to blank to tear, (Ready rolled phrases fall...)
Any pliance, from your underwear?
& I'm left in smithereens, (Shattered & broken love...)
Dream of separate sides, on dirty sheets.
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4. |
Drawings
03:30
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Drawings
You are, drawing again, scrawling and drawing me in,
drawing and I'm falling through your door.
Now I am, standing and stalling as I'm falling
for these drawings before me again.
And I, see it in your eyes, already you are trawling and trawling
through these mental pictures in the back of your mind.
Trawl and recall a kaleidoscope of monotone.
Kaleidoscope of monotone.
And now you, scrawl it and claw these
mental landscapes on the back of my hand.
And I am, falling and falling again, but you keep
Calling me back, calling and calling, you can't stop
Bawling, recalling all the time, you are mauling yourself
Mauling yourself and it really is appalling, it's appalling
And I am, falling and falling again, but you keep
Calling me back, calling and calling, you can't stop
Bawling, recalling all the time, you are mauling yourself
Mauling yourself and it really is appalling, it's appalling
Now I am, walking away
Walking and you're calling me back
Calling and it's dawning on me... dawning
It's not me that's falling.
It's not me that's falling.
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5. |
Valley of Salt
03:48
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Valley of salt
Where will you go?
Where will you go?
When you’re worn by fatigue, and your suffering,
And wondering how?
The words and the pictures swimming round in my skull,
Divers’ places of the world to behold,
I spoke the words aloud like a charm, but the desert taunted me,
Whispering how?
And the sand flew up into my eyes, I couldn’t see.
(Drinking brandy from necessity...)
Earth beneath us through the valley of salt, all cracked from the heat.
(Reflecting sadly on this misery....)
And all this to arrive in a town full of thieves.
(This soundless desert brings us no sleep...)
All this to arrive in a town full of thieves,
(And this town is full of thieves...)
All asking me how?
Asking me how?
Will this always follow me? (Caracoling me)
Will this always follow me? (Caracoling me)
Asking me how?
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6. |
Lights Out
05:49
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Lights Out
She's only 21, her life is gone.
She's only 21, her life is gone.
Baby's in the bathroom, puking again,
A kitchen sink drama, under her skin.
Do you wish now that you'd fallen?
Mother, this is our child's life now,
Mother, our's is gone.
Mother, these are our children's lives now,
Mother, our's are long gone.
He's only 21, his life is gone.
He's only 21, his life is gone.
Father's in the garden, drinking again.
He only gets more angry, every time he screams and cries;
"Your life is a marvel, but I wish it hadn't been."
But her depressions I can't heal, and her misery.
His weakness for kindness, why are you so needy?
He would eat you from the inside, but when he's lying there helpless,
And what have I been? And how have I been?
They're only 21, their lives are gone.
They're only 21, their lives are gone.
And they don't: dance all night anymore,
Don't kiss and say I love you, "Oh, I'm scared, I'm scared."
But we still have each other though, don't we?
Don't we?
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7. |
Protect the Humans
05:15
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Protect the Humans
Here I am Superman, cape in my hand.
Here I am Batman, wings on my back.
Protect the Humans, I wish I can,
But I am no scientist, I have no plan.
This cape I have stolen, these wings are not mine.
I see you crying, but I don't know why.
I have no mind powers, only mind,
But I am no scientist, I have no time.
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8. |
Glass & Concrete
03:23
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Glass & Concrete
Queen Crab baby, stop eating all
my words, they’re just
another meal to you.
Staring through glass
& concrete at the sky,
does anything seem real to you?
So you’re crying & crying,
“Why would he leave?”
Crying & crying,
“Why would he leave?
You’re so much more to me…
Queen Crab baby, our hands joined
sleeping, alone at last with the virgin
who laughs too hard, I could be
just one of her toys, still I'm
wondering who could be making
all this noise, all this
Crying & crying
“Why would he leave?”
Your Crying & crying,
“Why would he leave?”
All of your CactiShed crying,
“Why would he leave?”
Crying & crying,
“Why would he leave?”
You’re so much more to me…
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9. |
Simply Confused
04:23
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Simply Confused
I'm Simply Confused, & easily abused.
I'm Simply Confused, & easily abused.
& by the by, I'm no great man.
& by the by, I'm no honest man.
I'm Simply Confused, & easily abused.
I'm Simply Confused, & easily abused.
I sit in this chair, you play with my head.
I lay on the floor, where I'm easy to tread.
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10. |
Hello New World...
06:32
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Hello, New World...
Awaiting the L from Hospital, Chicago is
Cold tonight, lake view like crimped sheets
Under moonlight.
She thinks of her father as a train wreck,
Riding his rollercoaster towards death, and
They speak in a twist of languages,
Speed winding in her stomach round
All the bends.
(& all you'll ever see is you looking back at me.
& all you'll ever see is you looking back at me.)
I’d seen her collection of childhood toys,
Glass animals sharp and cracked, thrown
Into ungainly flight in a fit of her
Mother’s religious pique, symptoms of
The old world, their broken limbs like
Symbols of the new.
Hello, new world, hello.
Hello city lights.
Hello, new world, hello.
Hello city lights.
Let’s never go back to your mother’s house,
I joke, I plead, I pray; let’s cut to
The L in circles, or ride
The northbound freeway, let's make our escape.
Let’s never see the Chicago moon again.
Let’s never see the Chicago moon again.
There's blood on the lake tonight,
We're dieing inside...
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