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Green-veiled Mirror Ghost
See the fine foods and swimming pools
At her Californian domain
Taste the chlorine
Her teeth and tongue have touched
Savour the space
A perfect warm day
To swim alone
Under these fringed LA trees
A knock on the door
Which her servant will get
Stands a smile just like her own
A green-veiled mirror ghost
That mistake from long ago
It's hard to breathe these thick
Gasoline waves
At her Californian domain
Where's the soft green
Of her dollar machine?
That planted this house and lakes
I see the fine food and swimming pools
Savour the taste
Swallow down
This bitterness
Soften me LA trees
A green-veiled mirror ghost
Staring back right through me
There are no regrets
No back steps
There's only the fog ahead
The welcoming fog ahead
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Infernal
03:19
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Infernal
Can't stop watching the accident,
Over and over online
Watch the tower collapsing,
The awful dust of lives
They bring out the caged animals,
Lipstick tracing smiles
I'm stuck in a Liberace nightmare from 1975
And I can't stop watching the idiot's
Undressed drunken chants
Stick his head in the corpse of a hive,
Till he's stung by infernal knives
Not a living thing can breathe
Hold your breath don't breathe
Lost in the obvious forest,
Of middle year panicked nights
Climbing down the circles of hell,
Till the judgement matches the crime
Down and down we go, down the Devil's thighs
I can't stop watching the accident
The bit where he loses his eyes
Not a living thing can breathe
The dust obscures the action, we wait for it to lift
It swirls around uncertainly
Not a living breathing thing
Hold your breathe don't breathe
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Quartz
03:48
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Quartz
I brought two quartz
But the water did not bubble
I sip ice drips
But my mind still troubles
I'm deaf megahurtz
Cure me, cure this madness,
Cure me I'm a mannequin
Just a hollow dummy
Who’s half asleep
I can only function outside this grief
I baulk, deep well
Winter swim still spluttering
Unmarked, unfed
Is that you still coughing and coughing
Cure me, cure this madness,
Cure me I'm a mannequin
Just a hollow dummy
Who cannot swim
I can only function within this grief
You want to know, you want to be sure
If you take a sip, then you’ll find the cure
I want to know, I want to be sure
If I take a sip, I will find a cure
Outside there’s griefs that I can’t stand
What the fuckers have done
To our beautiful land
What the cunts have done
To our beautiful land
What the cunts have done
To our beautiful minds
To our beautiful minds
To our beautiful
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In Water
03:20
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In Water
I think of you in water
And coming out of water
Hair slicked black
Wet, I gasp
I think of you in wartime
And coming out of war
Your hands in knots
Red and can't grasp
The well is deep
Let's bathe in it
The well is deep
It'll hold us up
I think of you in wonder
And when the wonders explode
Stripped of mystery
What are we without eyeliner
And silvered endings of hope?
The well is deep
Let's bathe in it
The well is deep
It'll hold us up
Let's swim in the water
Savour the wonder
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Blackouts
04:00
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Blackouts
Look at her dance in black
And gold and purple
Kaleidoscope wild
She shades her eyes at midnight
Scatters the floor before
The searching eye can find us
She break me, I fracture
I worship, her laughter
She turns off completely
No place to dance in her sadness house
Colours her world in blood
And sperm and spittle
Burst your balloon just to
See the fireworks sparkle
Triple her tickle
Until you turn to marble
She break me, I fracture
She glue me, I'm captured
She bite me, I'm poisoned
Nowhere to dance in her madness house
Look at her dance in purple
See her charm a snake
Right out its basket
Kaleidoscope wild
She shakes her eys at midnight
There's no space to dance
Lost in a trance
In her sadhouse
There's no space to dance
Lost in a trance
In these blackouts
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Last Time I Saw Roger
Jesus Christ I'm sorry, I didn't see you there
Glare at me hard like the years hadn't passed
I guess that we could talk, sort this trouble out
But there's you with your screw loose
And me with my sobs
Hanging there so cold
From a rod that simply broke
How could you think
That your friends here would not choke?
The mess that we created
A bitter voyage to harm
You with your habits
And me with my drums
Where's that desert isle,
Pacific free and wild
Palm trees to shade
From the horrors that we made?
We'd end up eating each other
Like Ralph and Piggy and Roger
We'd let out the fire
There's no one here in charge
The mess that we created
A bitter voyage to harm
You with your habits
And me with my drama
Jesus Christ I'm sorry, I didn't see you there
Glare at me hard like the years hadn't passed
Hadn't passed
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Arms Of The Dark
03:25
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Arms of the Dark
We dissolve in the arms of the dark
That surround us
Codeine sleepiness follow us
Hills alive with the hum of pylons
Time to fly outside and dare the
Dreams we lit last night
The night is a cloth of stars
A blanket for the curious
A pillow of amnesia
A whiskey glass of lead
Please turn off the kitchen light
There’s a full moon and satellites
Gas clouds and pale moth wings
A life outside the sun
We’re not scared of the heart of the dark
That surrounds us, drugged sunk Dinosaurs and paramours
Don’t let’s sleep till this glow is fully gone
On the ink black flight from
Our beds out to the moon
Don't let go of my shirt
I may fall to the ground
I won't let go of your shirt
You won't fall, you won't fall
Please turn off the kitchen light
There’s a full moon and satellites
Gas clouds and pale moth wings
A life outside the sun
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Porcelain (The Last Queen of Vietnam)
Why don't they turn these crowds away?
I'm not in a vitrine on display
Not an ivory curiosity
Bring me my morning baguette
Bring me mulberries
I can weave this silk myself
My thumb is hard
I'm not made of ivory, not a curiosity
They think me feeble
For I was born a Queen
They think me useless
Corseted [Ornamental] charlatan
Idiots I'm iron in every tendon and crossbeam
A perfect scheme
Not mere porcelain
My fist is pulsing now
Your flesh it's desiring
Remove the veil
You'll not find me quivering
There's no modesty
In my ferocity
Where is my way out?
My way out of here?
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Shadowlight
03:30
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Shadowlight
Shadowlight
On display
Hiding handfuls
Of treasured grey
Shadowgraph
On the screen
A simple outline
A darkening
In this gown I am cold
The floor is sticky I'm feeling old
When are the people coming?
What in the hell is coming?
When are the people coming?
What in the hell is drumming?
Is my hope displaced?
Ready to escape?
A sense of ending, a sense of fear
I put on my opera cloak
My fateful cheer
An explanation, a set of rules
Requiring attention
But my head's left the room
I hear their words
Their kind solution
But it's a starting gun saying
Run run run
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10. |
Floating
05:07
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Floating
I'm not going to be sad
Not taken for a ride
In the long black car
In their television nightmare
I'm not going to be sad, I'm taking a ride
On a silvery ship to the starblack night
The bow and arrow geese fly
To the lakes they fly, and I'll follow
I'm not going to bed
Too much damn thinking
Watch the candle splutter out
Its sunshine to the dead
I'm done if I stay, my heart is freezing
I need the sway of a terrifying ocean
The bow and arrow geese fly
To the lakes they fly, and I'll follow
The bow and arrow geese fly
To the sea they fly in the snow
See the lighthouse beam, I want to sail there
Push me out to sea, come adventure with me
We’re going to sail on a silvery ship
We're going to sail where the sun never sets
Out to the Arctic where the ice breaks flow
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Oskar's Drum Manchester, UK
Oskar's Drum are Yves Altana and Patrick Fitzgerald [Kitchens of Distinction, Stephen Hero] with live accompaniment from multi-instrumentalist Danny Ashberry
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