File those nails and clip those wings
'Cause it's curtains for the cretins when they cut these strings
It's some missionary complex that keeps me testifying
It's time we steal these pennies back from the fountain
We stole our voice from the Cigarette City underground
We dug this noise from the gospel soil at Jonestown
Our party employs no politician
Our feuds are not commissioned
We may not eat tonight
We've sharpened our teeth, and we've made our lists
Have you ever been haunted by the little shaking fists?
It's some missionary complex that keeps me testifying
It's time we steal these pennies back from the fountain
Soon as they turn out the lights, the cradle's gonna rock tonight
Let the Parisian crowd stand and shout.
Let the audience in the riot drown the players out.
That scene is long since vacant.
All the great halls have been washed out.
This is no broken promise, no national lampoon.
My generation is a ghost town.
Roll me over, to the long distance four,
There's no order to these numbers.
For those stuck between the wars,
it's boredom beyond measure.
Roll me over.
Collect the body of Isadora Duncan.
Forget your rock culture stuck in tow.
Let my limbs hang crucified from Naja Schonberg's bow.
To the long distance four,
There's no order to these numbers.
For those stuck between the wars,
it's boredom beyond measure.
Roll me over.
Roll me over.
You were a rhinestone installation,
Hung up in a warehouse town.
I was a latebreaking back alley mistake,
Howling at the moon.
Night after night.
When you came around, you made the cannibals croon.
Subway connections, a satelite hipbone.
You claimed all the devil's moves.
If all these little invasions could be bought and sold.
If all our dreams were worth our weight in gold,
You could string me up to the gallows pole
You could throw my body to the translate
Put this confession in your sensitive files. Here’s some
kindling for the schizophrenics. The new sick sleepless
ex-patriot congress is living sub sub sub-domestic. If
sanctuary still exists, its among the shaking fists,
seeking out a living free of the postures of politics.
Plant a paintbomb in the market. Sing it to the
whispering bats. Beneath the poison traffic, caught up in
the wires. Echolocation. Call your targets out by name.
Spraycans and stencils, moonrats and flowerpot snakes.
Reconstructive scavengers, termite sympathizers, all sick
Sweet girl in the diamond cut dress
She's the queen of the broken hearts
I'm going to milk that posison tongue
And go blind in the lovers' march
Who you calling on?
Who's callin' you?
I'm soaked in kerosene
This is no gentleman's blues
Emptied a pocket full of pennies
Wading in the well
Hoping that my hook scraped your tooth
In a city that was hung by that old devil moon
I scaled a steet called St. You
Baby bled on all my keys
She set my strings ablaze
Saying 'sweetheart you ask too many questions, It'never just a pretty face'
Who you callin' on?
Who's callin' on you?
They might say love has a tigger finger
They might call me a fool
Keep on keeping your love captive in them hollow tombs
Years from now
They will make water
From the reservoirs
Of our idiot tempers
Soon enough
Working hard will make a man out of you
Through and through
Your gentleman father
Would pray for a daughter
As he walked
From room to room saying
"Women are winning the tournament of hearts, somebodys gotta lose"
Soon enough
Working hard will make a man out of you
Through and through
We live in a lie
The constant lie
Family of eyes
Talking about common sense
Coming through the bedroom window
Shine across the ceiling
Can't sleep in the nation of imagination
You can tell by the way I talk
I got hard feelings
Two mirrors in the middle of the world
Passersby thinking modern love
Some sensations are better than others
Some people's love isn't strong enough
We got hard feelings
We want the common desire
The fantasy is a weird dealing
We've been told pleasure kills
But don't get nervous
You can tell
You can tell by the way we walk
We got hard feelings
You can tell by the way I talk
You can tell by the way we walk
We got hard feelings
(Some people's love is strong enough)
For the break this new year
Strange wonders from the kingdom disappear
Bring me the poison dart
Bring me the shining spear
Human kindness
Sold down the river
Raise the edge against the hurricane water
Goodbye baby and amen
Happy little man can see just fine
The golden engines won't receive me
I sleep with the pigeons
Beneath the kingdom that deceives me
Human kindness
Sold down the river
Human kindness is overflowing
Goodbye baby and amen
Human kindness
Sold down the river
Human kindness
Starhawk in a street ritual,
pleas from Herald Square to the heavens, earth and seas.
Let the hand move its people, and draw us lines from our fiery designs.
Unknown unknowns, let all our gardens grow, and overtake our history.
Seeking strength in mystery.
Let us feel the air inside the clothes that we wear.
Try to find ghosts behind the buildings in our lives.
Draw us lines.
Bad weather.
Anxiety and fear.
Don't give in.
Call on her.
And live in fascination...
Useless secrets, beat your wings
There's a little good in everything
You are a conductor
It's a giant step: going out
Reeling in jungles of doubt
You are a conductor.
Shamble on, Anarchy... Battles to come.
It's for us: ghosts of reason, vows of confusion
Thunder and lightning
Sheets of rain
Rivers of wealth in your wake and running under
Lightning and thunder
Useless secrets, beat your wings
There's a little evil in everything
I believe this life is blessed,
When against your hand,
My pulse can rise and rest.
Sing dissemblers.
Sing Lazarus.
Stand on ceremony.
For us with lust it's only motivation.
Hotline operator.
Rolling Blackouts, put out the light.
Let the sun go down.
Bring on the night.
We'll put our blankets on the floor,
Until the power gets restored.
You're a way.
An unchainer.
You're a hotline operator.
It's true that the sky was filled with dust and silver
Waves of light across a crooked highway
The ocean in a silver flask
Best get new dreams, these old dreams won't last
This is not your home
Leave this place alone
Windy Road
You said I had the look of a prairie crow, that year when
all your friends were married
A gold ring on a leather boot, when these mean and lonely
days are through
This is not your home
Leave this place alone
Windy Road
In the crosswinds west of town, hope it don't blow me
down
There's no short cut
And no straight line
How am i to find the sleeping country?
Ghost horse in my head keeping time
Wandering lines
Trans Canada
Hot dice keep rolling
Try to lose our nothin'
Now familiar, now forgotten
To get the prize
Forget the song
We're here and gone
Trans Canada
I had that vision, brother
The one about you, brother
We did ride, ride on the shining path together
The black angel
I was on his side
Burn our deep river
Looking into the night
No vacancy
So long
Trans Canada
now, architect
now, archeologist
now a man whose hand's in the past
somebody's made to face the changes
somebody's built to last
what do you know
still living so young
tomorrow's no burden
time can be overcome
time can be overcome
no need yet to caution
no need for amen
yesterday'll break your heart
tomorrow'll kill you dead
hounding history
time can be overcome
all real and familiar things undone
chisel and hammer
raise the ruined architecture
i will love and understand her
what do you know?
still living so young
tomorrow is no burden
time can be overcome
time can be overcome
Vanity, vied and templars took measure, miming tiger and
crane. Chiseled out a heathen contender, vilified from
heel to mane. Gun the engines, droll militiamen blade to
blade, tongue to tongue, run! Kith and kin with shielded
skin, bent into the pyre, will not surrender to the din
of the old and blood choir. Pirate or prince, bangle or
sod, we spread the finer linens for warriors and doglike
Sweating it out in my room. Barefoot and unbottoned [sic]
to the waist. The street car runs all night and I can't
wait. So meet me down behind the abattoir with the last
of the summer kings. Meet me down at the lake. I said,
"these waves come in from California." You said, "these
waves are all brand new," and "summer is easy living in
the city downtown." Thieves in the city. Bees in the
flowerbeds. Kissing downtown and then the sun come up. In
your summer dress you said, "a culture with shaking
breath, I want it now!" Well in my mouth the sun will
sound when that evening sun go down. Down to the lake,
past the windmill like a fireball through your broken
window. Down to the lake with shaking breath and the
bloody owls at the end of summer racket. You said,
"tonight we can't be held by fences or by chains." Down
Curse the corpses, call in the futurists.
This is the ballad of the young offenders.
Leave no manifestos, save graffiti in the train yard.
These legs were made to run.
When the dares pick a victim,
The railhead blues will play.
The drunken brutes on main street
will soon be laid away.
Suppression is a state.
We will not be diplomatic.
Suppression is a state.
Young hearts, be free tonight.
Time is on your side.
Oh young lions
This is your kingdom
Every beast has its poison
Every lion has its victim
Choose your crime
Pour the ashes out the window
Empty mickey by the river
Shattered like a broken arrow
Oh young lions
This is your kingdom
Roll out a cradle
Climb out the window
Make your now
Too wild for words
Stumblin' through the city
With the ordinary bird
Choose your crime
Pour the ashes out the window
Empty mickey by the river
Shattered like a broken arrow
Loosen up the collar
Shake of the wire
Run like a river
This is some party. a capacity crowd on some fifty-four story
A mile above the lowly stations and any honest crime
Sick with the stars consolidating on the vine
I'll play the witness, every line here is baited
The spoils got us impressed, the wine- intoxicated.
Saw this slow city buried in confetti,
Some night, some time ago, at some party
Tonight we milk the stiffs, storm the Bastille, raid the throne,
Mock the swine who'll rot in heaven
Swinging on the velvet ropes
Some punks getting some kicks at some party
The shell of busted ex-rocker just lucking to get laid,
The season's new rock hopefuls just hoping to get paid
The stilted sharkskin boys picking game bird out of their teeth:
It's a lottery of promise, it's an old joke underneath.
Tonight we milk the stiffs, storm the Bastille, raid the throne,
Mock the swine who'll rot in heaven,
Swinging on the velvet ropes
Some punks getting some kicks at some party.
Oh, love can be
Oh, love can be a shower of stones
You said "I've never felt this far from home
I've never felt this good before
I watched as the sky was falling
I watched as the sun explodes
It was like nothing
Nothing that I'd ever seen before"
Oh, love can be
Oh, love can be a shower of stones
You said "I've forgotten all my other names
Everything I thought I knew before
And all the tallest mountains have fallen into the ocean
Now there's nothing that I've ever seen before"
Oh, love can be
Oh, love can be a shower of stones
And after such love, where go?
Stripped to the bone
Shower of stones
Oh, love can be
Don't talk to me about simple things
There is no such thing
All a man can build is his vision,
and I love my man for trying.
A crime of passion
A cardiac arrest
I hope a little rest
Comes to you
You shine a light,
A light on me
It gets me through
Sister don't reduce yourself
You gotta find something to love Pidgeon girls got no religion
You are a diamond in the rough
Half done, half done
Here comes a gentleman
He'll put you to the test
I hope a little rest
Comes to you, comes to you.
Cause you shine a light,
A light on me, a light on me
It gets me through
Cause you shine a light,
A light on me, a light on me
It gets me through
Baby's got the fever
Mama's washing the white sheets
A man is sleeping naked
Look all around you, we’re a bunch of mighty scoundrel
babes. The summertime is out time, and I’m a beast. Tear
off a leg and come back with a bone. The tide has gone
and disappeared. Drown you dogs! I’m a beast. Slip the
jaws. Split the horizon. Fire up the gospels. Like the
bombs in the air, my water is bursting like tears. Sun
At the out city dancehall the wild ones lead the Friday
night parade. If you’re looking for affection, best be
careful where you lay your name. ‘Cause they’ll pin your
renegade heart to wall and leave you there to hang. Last
night at some Scarborough disco, another empty pocket
took a fall. Wild ones put a kid out of the business, and
they shake it off life shivering dogs. No dog tooth
trigger will poison us. No sinister blade will poison us.
When we dance, the night belongs to us. Who gives a damn
for the blue laws, when the sun come up on an empty lot.
A little more blood in the weekend’s wake. They shake it
I was not up for saying grace
Hung up before our love had faced
A table set with spinning plates
Only our age between us
You remember in the living
There was no real forgiving.
In every age a common bent
To wonder on our innocence
I was that hungry little one
A pot of gold or a rising sun
Hung up on my confusion
My age was all, all that i was
You remember the young living
There was no real forgiving
Every age coming back
Wonder on at our innocence
Make no mistake
Are strong words
Lessons learned
Live longer
Make no mistake
Are strong words
Lessons learned
Live longer
You remember the young living (are strong words)
There was no real forgiving (live longer)
Every age coming back (are strong words)
The architects are choking out another hollow tooth
And the rooms have all been rented from the gutter to the roof
In the heart of a city desire finds its fuel
You go out looking for trouble, sooner or later and the trouble finds you
Here the men walk like pigeons
And the women all talk loud
Skin's a coin of the kingdom
Everybody's lonesome
The wild boys say
'I'm onto you'
So to hell with the mill sallow chorus
Lift you body out of exile
Come bend to the outlaw arrow
Come let me under you veil
They might say love is only trouble
We're both too drunk to steer it
We may never be angels
But we're lousy with the spirit
Here the men walk like pigeons
And the women all talk loud
Skin's a coin of the kingdom
Everybody's lonesome
The diamond girls say
'I'm onto you'
And the streets say
'I'm onto you'
And the night say
'I'm onto you'
And the lovers say
'I'm onto you'
In the fire of my youth
We were racing with the sun
Kissing in the churchyard
It's hard not to surrender
to the bold and comely words
what sway the bloody minded
what hang above the graceless herd.
It's hard not to surrender,
but I will dance down through the alleyways with one foot in the gutter.
Take the city as a sister,
the nighttime as a lover.
Nighttime, any time, it's alright. (x3)
Alright.
It's hard not to surrender.
Nighttime, any time, it's alright. (x4)
(Turn it up)
It's hard not to surrender
to the bold and comely words
what sway the bloody minded
what hang above the graceless herd.
It's hard not to surrender,
but I will dance down through the alleyways with one foot in the gutter.
The city as a sister,
the nighttime as a lover.
Your mother and father
Walked out of the city
Bound together as they were bound to be
To pull a fortune from a river
Drink the syrup from the tree
Kith and kin
When the ice gets thin
We’ll forage and we’ll fend
As you deliver we’ll begin
to deliver them
Your father on the radio
Your mother on the hill
Put these words together
With their bodies and their will
Kith and kin
When the ice gets thin
We’ll forage and we’ll fend
As you deliver we’ll begin
To deliver them
Show your faces, hear the sound
There’s a new king coming ‘round.
They came to this world naked
To be sad inside the head
They will nurse and decorate you
And learn you how to stand
In your mother’s leather jacket
and your father’s cotton shirt
you look good into the light
go down deep into the dirt
Kith and kin
When the ice gets thin
We’ll forage and we’ll fend
As you deliver we’ll begin
To deliver them
Show your faces, hear the sound
There’s a new king coming ‘round.
Your mother and father
Walked out of the city
Bound together as they were bound to be
To pull the bed from new beginnings
Your mayor is raising fences to keep bodies off the Don Valley Parkway.
Send your praises to the mechanics of the state
Singing sweetly from the mess into the valley of the damned
More and more neglected hands,
Judgment ripe, they're starting bands, working on a new solution,
youth is not absolution
They say ‘I hate that sound!
When the porcine jamboree hits my town,
I've got a few words for the graceless herd!
The state ain't my shepherd!'
More and more neglected hands,
Judgment ripe, they're starting bands, working on a new solution,
youth is not absolution
Ole! to the kids
the state ain't my shepherd!
More and more neglected hands,
Judgment ripe, they're starting bands, Working on a new solution,
Sick at heart
Oh, city doctor
City doctor on the twenty-first floor
I can see that city doctor
Can't help me anymore
When the dust settles
I won't be kissing
That diamond ring anymore
He'll be looking out the window
I'll be walking out the door
That man built the city to put up a fight
When woman made the mold too well
I'd just like to see you in a natural light
Black water and a million star hotel
I need to see the country doctor
Able body's easily confused
We need to lie together
In the dirt and changing weather
Teach the animals a thing or two
I'd just like to get out of the city tonight
Fall back where we first fell
I'd just like to see you in a natural light
Fallen daughter in a million star hotel
Living on a little too much information
Where's my black water?
Where's my loving cup?
No more wrath of no physician
City my city
My time is up
I can't see
What I've been given
For all sights on what I want
Medicine my path is missing
For the roads I'm walking on
I'd just like to see you in natural light
On the weird winds of Ontario, came worry sailing strange and low.
And we laid under the heavy sheets to love to spite the strange winds blowing.
To lust with raging lungs.
What hangs above when we love in fear?
Don't take me to the hospital.
Don't tie me to the wires.
Just kiss me on a rooftop.
It's for us.
It's a red light flashing under helicopters of desire.
Lizaveta, we stood together in the pissing rain.
Your skin was showing through your shirt.
You said, 'Lover, let's run for cover.
'I said, 'Lover, wait. Stay here and I'll give up all I'm worth.'
It's good... we desire disorder.
With this design, we're all born our own destroyer.
In that evil hour, without defense, be sensetive.
You were born to live.
Attraction lures the sot to drink, to all his troubles drown.
But when his legs give way, he falls, and attraction keeps him down.
In that evil hour, without defense, be sensetive.
Mercy little rocker, bleeding guitars
Went out chasing landmarks. fell asleep at the bar
Swinging with the sweet rogues down at Club Charity
Always dressed to the teeth, always in heat
Beyond them naked dancers, all we got
Leather hands together, all we got
We got an amplifier
Some rock anthem, some secret to keep
In a landscape of insects, the kids don't sleep
Joined some arch-confederation, some courtship of queers
Down and out 'neath a dead flag, with the little pioneers.
Cartograph them secrets, all we got
The making of mouths, all we got.
Az sym otsqkyde normalen kato mene ima mn drugi po sveta, no za jenite az sym idealen, za6toto znaq kak glavata da I'm zavyrtq eto pak stana petyk ve4erta, az na bara piq ne6to I sedq, a tq naivna, mlada idva
I nomeryt e ei sega da kaja pitona iska6 li da ti pokaja, pitona koito gledam vyv garaja, doma6niqt liubimec neustoim
Napravo ludi stavat kato kaja-pitona iska6 li da ti pokaja, pitona koito gledam vyv garaja, liubimecyt na tolkova jeni
Ti si napylno nenormalen, tova sym 4uval milioni pyti dosega, za6o ne gleda6 ktki, papagali, ili pyk zlatni ribki... pove4e vodaeto pak stana petyk ve4erta, az na bara piq ne6to I sedq, a tq naivna, mlada idva
I nomeryt e ei sega da kaja pitona iska6 li da ti pokaja, pitona koito gledam vyv garaja, doma6niqt liubimec neustoim
Napravo ludi stavat kato kaja-pitona iska6 li da ti pokaja, pitona koito gledam vyv garaja, liubimecyt na tolkova jeni
I nomeryt e ei sega da kaja pitona iska6 li da ti pokaja, pitona koito gledam vyv garaja, doma6niqt liubimec neustoim
One word to operation chaos:
insectivorous.
I'm learning to survive on earthworms and houseflies.
I'm learning to survive,
No hunting dog will drag me out.
I'm learning to survive.
A stir simple bastard,
Cold blooded sympathiser
No chaos agent will drag me out.
One word to operation chaos:
insectivorous.
I'm learning to survive on earthworms and houseflies.
No hunting dog will drag me out.
I'm learning to survive.
I'm learning to survive.
I'm learning to survive.
I'm learning to survive.
I'm learning to survive.
Raise the grey flags
Ink the trenchant ballads
The retail mob is bleating
At the latest dead sensation
The cretinous crowd is salting the sores
Rejects at the trough
Vulture the corpse
Under suspicion
The fools got the hyacinth blues
The cosmetic harem
Are nursing the newswire
Spelling out the latest score
Under suspicion
The fools got the hyacinth blues
O-V-E-R-D-O-S-E
Under suspicion
This is a song about the death of Danny Rapp
And that great gospel jest called rock and roll:
Some modern spirit
Wounded and sober
Here's the hunger of a generation
And another ritual surrender
Another motel voice
Arizone 1983
Saying "We must not hang our hats
Upon a dream"
As long as we are lonely
We will dance
As long as we are dying
We want the death of rock and roll
In my hands
A hymn of dispossession
In my head
I'm hearing love songs
I'm going to run my tongue
Over the body of the nation
I'm going to sing sing sing
To all the dirty little engines
As long as we are lonely
We will dance
As long as we are dying
We want the death of rock and roll
We don't want no confederates
We want deliverance
We don't want no saints
We want the death of rock and roll
This is the music of the minions
When your words won't do no justice
And you've been led by the tusk
To the aid of a friend who's down a busted
To a sister who's lost the lust
This is the Easter of your skin, son
This is the making of your tongue
You shock me
You shock me
You shock me
That eucharistic beatbox
Can take some shots
Darling, you delinquent
Oh, I'm shocked
When your words won't do no justice
And your time ain't enough
And somebody's calling on the same truth
That you've been long afraid of
These are the errands of mercy
These are the politics of love
You shock me
You shock me
You shock me
That eucharistic beatbox
Can take some shots
Darling, you delinquent
Oh, I'm shocked
These islands of flesh
Can take some shots
Darling, you're reckless
Oh, I'm shocked
You sing like dynamite tonight
As we race through downtown financial sectors glowing
And we serenade with car alarms
Nearly found ourselves buried beneath the powerlines
Or tied down
But we move like the lights of the highway past smokestacks falling
And we're jumping off the beds we made
New day lovers of electric light
Stars of the skyline
To the lullabies of afternoon neighborhoods burning
We smell of gasoline
Nearly found ourselves buried beneath the powerlines
Or tied down
But we move like the lights of the highway past smokestacks falling
Born to hold your breath, 1979
Growing up in a dollhouse 'neath a beehive
But you've been wading in them dirty waters
Since you were thirteen years
Running with that lonely crowd
Crying them dirty tears
Thirteen, broke your last baby tooth
Fourteen, joined the cigarette youth
If all roads lead home, you build a new highway
And you run-run-run-run-runaway
It's the boredom of a bitter age
That drives them to the arms of a punk rock stage
I'm sending all my sympathy
To the sweet little helots of the neglected beat
Little sister got a new beat
Thirteen, broke your last baby tooth
Fourteen, joined the cigarette youth
Lock up the young lovers!
Keep their bodies covered!
Sweet girl in the diamond cut dress
She's the queen of the broken hearts
I'm going to milk that posison tongue
And go blind in the lovers' march
Who you calling on?
Who's callin' you?
I'm soaked in kerosene
This is no gentleman's blues
Emptied a pocket full of pennies
Wading in the well
Hoping that my hook scraped your tooth
In a city that was hung by that old devil moon
I scaled a steet called St. You
Baby bled on all my keys
She set my strings ablaze
Saying 'sweetheart you ask too many questions, It'never just a pretty face'
Who you callin' on?
Who's callin' on you?
They might say love has a tigger finger
They might call me a fool
Keep on keeping your love captive in them hollow tombs
We're paperless
Won't document this
Under surveillance
Reconnaissance
The nation of the sleeping
And its promotions
We slip beneath the marquee
In a car named Anadyr
Hiding beneath the streetlights
By the ticket window
Watching saddened sidewalk kids
Line up like the faded movie posters
What's been watching?
What's been hiding
Between the continents and seven a.m.?
Keep an eye on the neighborhood
And an eye raised to the sky
Any airplane entering our airspace
Will be shot down
What's been watching?
What's been hiding?
We're paperless
Won't document this
No emotion
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