Met a girl called Lola and I took her back to my place
Feelin' guilty, feelin' scared, hidden cameras everywhere
Stop! Hold on. Stay in control
Girl, I want you here with me
But I'm really not as cool as I'd like to be
'Cause there's a red, under my bed
And there's a little yellow man in my head
And there's a true blue inside of me
That keeps stoppin' me, touchin' ya, watchin' ya, lovin' ya
Paranoia, the destroyer.
Paranoia, the destroyer.
Well I fell asleep, then I woke feelin' kinda' queer
Lola looked at me and said, "ooh you look so weird."
She said, "man, there's really something wrong with you.
One day you're gonna' self-destruct.
You're up, you're down, I can't work you out
You get a good thing goin' then you blow yourself out."
Silly boy ya' self-destroyer. Silly boy ya' self-destroyer
Silly boy you got so much to live for
So much to aim for, so much to try for
You blowing it all with paranoia
You're so insecure you self-destroyer
(And it goes like this, here it goes)
Paranoia, the destroyer
(Here it goes again)
Paranoia, the destroyer
Dr. Dr. help me please, I know you'll understand
There's a time device inside of me, I'm a self-destructin' man
There's a red, under my bed
And there's a little green man in my head
And he said, "you're not goin' crazy, you're just a bit sad
'Cause there's a man in ya, knawin' ya, tearin' ya into two."
Silly boy ya' self-destroyer.
Paranoia, the destroyer
Self-destroyer, wreck your health
Destroy your friends, destroy yourself
The time device of self-destruction
Light the fuse and start eruptin'
(Yea, it goes like this, here it goes)
Paranoia, the destroyer
(Here's to paranoia)
Paranoia, the destroyer
(Hey hey, here it goes)
Paranoia, the destroyer
(And it goes like this)
Paranoia, the destroyer
He spent his life
A silent sentinel
For all to fear
He walks, he talks, he thinks, he feels
But no one dare to go near
He takes in all he sees
Nothing escapes his gaze
And when he strikes
He strikes for right
A glourious sight
Destroyer, Destroyer,
Destroyer
He's in town
He came to be
From a grand mistake
A mystical charade
Created to decide the good
And reprecussive aid
As awardness filled his fame
He examined those who leered
Then he cleaved the air
With his fiery stare
Rend all those there
Destroyer, Destroyer,
Destroyer
He's in town
Destroyer, Destroyer,
Destroyer
He's in town
A day will come
You'll be drawn into
The center of your town
A came upon a mass of steel
The cracks the very ground
Prepare to meet your judge
Don't think to run away
Just pray your face
Holds no disgrace
For the deadly ace
Destroyer, Destroyer,
Destroyer
He's in town
Destroyer, Destroyer, Destroyer
My panic than intent
More luck than good judgment
They're raising your body
From the ground
The dreamer has woken
The spirit has spoken
They're raising your body
From the ground
What you gonna do
When the rain comes
Through on your pretty head?
Is it so easy to pretend?
Like vision of [Incomprehensible]
The silent destroyer
They're raising your body
From the ground, from the ground
What you gonna do
When it all comes
Through on your weary head?
Is it so easy to pretend?
You want it, you need it
Break your back to feed it
They're raising your body
From the ground, oh yeah
And they're raising your body
From the ground, from the ground
They're raising your body
Take it down with a steam hammer
Pack it hard
Lead shot in your mood shooter
Choose your poison
Have a drink with your painkiller
Take us down
Wreck a party like it don't matter
Smash it up
Dead guitar
Broken beat maker
If I could I'd trade it all for an automator
Here it comes
Oh, you do it again
You do it again
Destroyer
Cosmo sucker
Bad breath crier
Bad timing robocrap
You're a great liar
Overdrive
Deep dirt on your shit highway
Black-eyed
Fuzzy filter
Hollow head wobble
Take a trip
Get a grip before you get in trouble
And you wonder why you're called the
destroyer-stroyer
Land of thousand needles
Land of cripple and lame
So much self indulgence
And so much shit in my brain
The people under the staircase
And all the vomit in hell
Parading here on my doorstep
I just want to get well
You walk amongst us, a majesty of wrath
Chaos and cleansing, one man world war
A mind on kill mode, expressionless face
Brain like a child, fuck the human race
There in the spotlight you grin
And the slaughter of delight begins
Oceans of limelight you drink
And society fall in a blink
You are the destroyer of the world
Destroy the destroyer
I’m plagued with disease
And soon we’ll all be
Praying on our knees
I am injected, with venom and your piss
My life is hatred, I spiral down the abyss
A mind on kill mode, expressionless face
Brain like a child, Fuck the human race
And there in the spotlight I grin
Let the slaughter of delight begin
Oceans and limelight I drink
And my dreamworld fall in a blink
He spent his life a silent sentinel for all to fear
He walks, he talks, he thinks, he feels but no dare go near
He takes in all he sees, nothing escapes his gaze
And when he strikes, he strikes for right, a glorious sight
Destroyer, destroyer
Destroyer, he's in town
He came to be from a grand mistake, a mystical charade
Created to decide the good and bring repercussive aid
As awareness filled his fame and he examined those who leered
And he cleaved the air with his fiery stare rend all those there
Destroyer, destroyer
Destroyer, he's in town
A day will come you'll be drawn into the center of your town
And come upon a mass of steel that cracks the very ground
Prepare to meet your judge, don't think to run away
Just pray your face holds no disgrace for the deadly ace
Destroyer, destroyer
Destroyer, he's in
Destroyer, destroyer
Destroyer, he's in town
Oh, he's in town
You'd better stay out of his fucking way
He's gonna kick your ass
Ready yourself for the end
Ready yourself cause you cannot pretend
Ready yourself for the late, for the great
The Destroyers surrounded and cannot defend
The lives that you thought that were yours to devour
Destroyer, the tables have turned in this hour
The plagues you unleashed, every vice that you fed
Shall be visited here tenfold on your head
Let go
Cause you know
In the end all you were was a pawn in the show
Witness the fear of the fiends
Open the floodgates, behold and believe
Witness the pain, let it rain on the beast
(Twisted Sister cover)
Days of death and nights of terror, prayers can not save you!!! My vengeance is cold and brutal... Close your eyes and await your end, I have an endless greed for your pain!!! I won't forgive one more time! I am destruction, I'm frustration, and I'm all that you fear!!! My vengeance is cold and brutal... I am hate, pain and desolation. I am all gods you fear!!! I won't forgive one more time! Greed for your blood is my only pleasure!!!
And you don't seem to miss me
And you're eyes sag
So don't make a goddamn sound
I'm coming to your town
I will destroy you
Your soul impedes on mine
Let go my free will
I can't stand compromise
Only when you're dead
I'll make you mine
And the arrows are pointed
And the archer's delighted
The thrill, the smell
The shit I've been put through
An angel to no one
I hate you and you're blood
So don't make a goddamned sound
Cause I'm coming
To your town
You're in our sights
And our message bites
You might say we're wrong
But we shut our face to long
We let it all out now
We let it all out now
Destroyer
We're destroyers
We kill your attitude
Yeah
We break your rules
Cause we're like Jesus-fools
You can scream this sucks
But know that Jesus rocks
We let it all out now
We let it all out now
Destroyer
We're destroyers
We kill your attitude
Destroyer
We're destroyers
Destroyer
We're destroyers
We kill your attitude
Destroyer
He builds with chains that can't be broken or maimed (Cold night)
Upon the shoulders of the wicked and strange (Come fight)
His empire lifted by the fingers of children
Woe to thee who stand abroad, in the time of his ascension
All you peons stand in shame, in the presence of his glory
Between his finger and his thumb, those who stand against his legions
Rip your heart out with a glare, defy him if you dare
He kills in ways that chill the bones
He kills always, forever alone
His rise to power was not easy, nor is the strength that holds him there
Even his messengers can crush you, he is the bringer of despair
Like stones the corpses line the pathways and streets (Stones line)
As blood flows freely in the rivers and streams (Rivers and streams)
To quench the gardens blooming noxious disease
As fetid scalps from slaves hang over each door (Scalps of slaves)
Carcasses torn apart by scavenging whores (Soiled, defiled)
Intestines glisten from their teeth as they smile
Though his heart may seem black, he'll never turn his back
On all those who are faithful till the end
But when his time does come, to pass the power on
He'll share it with you all
Severed flesh begins to rot, a mangled corpse disfigured
Go now, Destroyer, and rape your willing corpse
Feel the inscendio, it flames countless bleeding hearts
This reign will live on in his name
[Music: Pepa, Bloodlord]
[Lyrics: Sin]
The evil-creator gave me the power
He gave unto me the storms and the winds
He gave me the power to reign
And he wants me to destroy the world of god
Destroyer
I gave this world a stormwind of hell
And i gave this world a raging thunder
I spread the virus of death with my breath
I make the fucking world suffer in pain
Destroyer
I suffocate the air
I burn the oceans dry
I drown the earth in blood
And I nail your god once again
[Lead: Suckdog]
WE WERE SO AFRAID
THERE WAS NO TRUST
ALL THE TELEVISED RAGE
FILLED OUR MINDS WITH RUST
AND WE KILLED THE MAN
WITH A DIFFERENT GOD
AND WE KILLED THE WOLF
JUST FOR HIS BLOOD
I REMEMBER NOW MY SELFISH CRIMES
DESTROYER OF ALL THAT TERRIFIED
THE NEW DAWN RISES
OVER THE POISONED LAND
WE WERE THE VIRUS
REMEMBRANCE COMMANDS
TAKE MY HAND
STEP INTO YOUR GRAVE
OUR LAST BREATH
WE ARE GOING TO FADE
I REMEMBER NOW MY SELFISH CRIMES
DESTROYER OF ALL THAT TERRIFIED
WE REMEMBER NOW
Dark past - ancient time
You must fight to stay alive
Blasphemy - there is no god
Who would help against the mob
Bridge:
And in this chaos a baby is born
To be a king and to rule all alone
Half a god - half a man
Came the antichrist to ban
Praying peace - don't you hear
'Cause the end is almost near
Bridge:
On every fire they praise his fame
He's a hero destroyer's his name
Verse Two (repeat)
It keeps running out of hand
Beneath the crimson skies
Die alone with your back on the ground
Bleed in world´s demise
Running onward to termination
When it’s killing me
Running onward into despair
So keep on dying on your knees
So run in the fire
Everything is everything
I am the destroyer
Everything, apart from me, is everything
Purgatory awaiting, 600 degrees
Hellfire hollowness
It’s a fuckin´ disease
Running onward to termination
When it’s killing me
Waiting, slowly, to rot away
So keep on dying on your knees
So run in the fire ...
So you’re waiting to crush your soul in two
Get down ...!
So keep on dying on your knees
So run in the fire
Everything is everything
I am the destroyer
Everything, apart from me, is everything
I´m the destroyer ...
We're ridin high so don't be surprised to see a couple of girls up in the ride.
And we're all dressed up so goddamn sharp.
You know wherever we go the fuckin' party starts.
Flyin through little 5, not wastin' time on the way to the store to get supplies.
A pack of smokes, and two handles of liquor 'cause you know it's gets the job done quicker.
Can't forget the 1.5'scause we're gonna get oh so high tonight!
So let's hurry, let's hit the road.
We've got places to be, we've got places to go.
First stop of the night is at my boy Mike's
Cause he's got the weed thats outta sight!
Then we're all of to the pony,
to see the cute little girls makin' money!
Invite 'em all home to the party, cause they're the type of girls that like to get naughty!
There's not a sober one in my ride.
I hope we make it home alive tonight!
Can't wait to hit the bed wake up and do it again.
Cause tonight we went and we made some fuckin' noise.
We're the orginal wild boys!
We want it all, bring it to us now.
You're never ever gonna slow us down.
Cause tonight we went and made some fuckin' noise.
We're the orginal wild boys!
We want it all bring it to us now.
You're never ever gonna slow us down.
Dressed to kill and aimed to thrill.
Me and my band are always fulfilled.
Dressed to kill and aimed to thrill.
me and my band are always fulfilled
I am the destroyer
I am the angel of death
My head is filled with fire
I hear the voices of the dead
Well I watched my angry father
Turning circles in the ground
And I saw the great devourer
Yeah he cut my father down
Well I could have been a sailor
Lay my life down for the queen
But when the ocean took my brother
That put a curse on everything
So I ran to the feet of Jesus
He said "Where the hell you been, boy?"
I've been to the top of the highest mountain
A watching eye peering down on his weakened creation, pointless lives clinching hope, pleading for a will to live.
Through these nightmares we can't translate what's warned.
A spoon-fed structure blindfolding acknowledgment.
Archaic encoding foretells destiny.
Equations depicted from the vast stellar gaze.
An interminable cycle we've neglected and ignored.
Voices from ancient legions are whispering in our ears, speaking in serpent's tongue.
No direct correlation between where you are standing and what is surrounding.
A fine line drawn just to settle the speculation.
A fine line, if crossed, shot on spot consequence.
Long lost torched excerpts decoding a fate, answers resting with the soot burying all.
An intergalactic alignment to a parallel figure.
A portal through the serpent holder.
Behold annihilation of worlds as we know them.
An interminable rapture, an interminable rapture.
Annihilation of worlds as we know them.
Enter the eye of the bird.
The Leopard Of Honor speaks
To a crowd of the dead shouting out for more.
"Suspiciously fond of the fast ones... You must always leave them wanting," he said,
So we went down to the store.
I saw you at the store...
Now, in this regard, where do I start?
Keep us free! Keep us apart!
I wanted to speak up, but it was not my place.
Just some little shit in love with your eyes.
A brute adrift in space.
Pirouettes across the sky's face is where you'll find me...
I was dead on my feet,
Asleep for days,
A stranger to the sun's brutal gaze.
Oh yeah,
Mother Superior's the only one who calls.
She says,“Hey, when are you ever coming over?
Remove that wretched writing from the wall!
It's just more pictures again!"
Jenny fell like a ton of bricks.
Jenny fell like a ton of bricks.
These are characterized as special times and these are special times... oh!
Jenny fell like a ton of bricks.
She travels in and out of you like some shade whistling dixie.
I didn't know why. I guess I was high.
Sick mansions freckled the sky,
Saying,"For Christsakes, inhabit me!"
I was dead on my feet,
Asleep for days,
Astranger to the sun's brutal ways.
Oh yeah,
Mother Superior's the only one who calls.
She says,“Hey, when are you ever coming over?
Enjoy that wretched writing on the wall!"
Enjoy!
Will the Leopard Of Honor speak?
Will the Leopard Of Honor speak?
Please, stand, open your mouth,
Put out your hand and say,
"I saw you standing there singing for money,
Money goes in the bank, spank, spank her.
Kowtow(?), a German prince can love to
Love you, lovey-dove you,
I can't talk, I do it too.
Oh, crazy, crazy,
Mac, make her mate me(?),
The treasure wasn't gold,
It was cold, so was she, so:
Dead soul, possess me to eat his bed,
Down, dog, one, two, three, four,
You said it.
Can they grade me? (? can the? mean?)
They get me something. (They could mean something?)
Don't hit me with that, no,
Don't hit me with that song.
No-one's strong here,
Somewhat stoned, y'know,
There's no more shows to do.
Cutting corners at every corner,
You (your?) beautiful military minds
Soldiered you on.
How many days of this are left to
My routine? So clean, clean, clean,
One standing trick:
"Play dead," you said.
Holdin' up the hoop,
I'm beggin' you to fall through.
Cat's can't do that,
but dogs don't stop(?).
I rock around the clock, I mean,
I walk around the block.
If I know you, and I think I do,
you'll be over in the corner store
and singin' in tune.
Yeah, if I know you, and I think I do,
just like a paid holiday
(hoist the balloon?) and say,
"My McCarthy days are through."
Oh-ho!
"My McCarthy days are through."
Oh-ho!
"My McCarthy days are through."
One standing trick:
"Play dead," you said.
Holdin' up the hoop
I'm beggin' you to fall through.
Cat's can't do that,
but dogs don't stop(?).
I rock around the clock, I mean,
I talk around the clock.
If I know you, and I think I do,
you'll be over in the corner shot(?),
singin' in tune.
Yeah, if I know you, and I think I do,
just like a paid holiday
hoist the balloon and say,
I am no longer who I am no longer.
It's all ad nauseam to you,
Albeit abetted by the first four amounts.
I counted them up at the fountain I founded.
For you, back at school, everything was true.
I am a tastemaker and I kill things.
I am not a tastemaker and I kill things,
Albeit acquitted on the first four counts.
The compilation released by the nation I founded for you
Back at school.
Everything was true.
Ridiculously cool.
I am no longer who I am no longer.
It's all ad nauseam to you,
Albeit abetted by the first four amounts.
They rounded us up by the walls that I never stormed for you.
The windows stay closed,
They've never known me.
I walk to the door if it looks like it's lonely.
The turn-table turns
For a song you just learned:
An old story worth telling,
Morphology gone wrong.
The ashes feel good in my hands.
So did you, so they say, so they claim, so did you.
The ashes feel good in my hands.
So did you, so they say, so they claim, so did you.
How can you go home again
If everything has been burnt?
How can you go home again
If everything has been burnt?
You can't ever
You can never
You can't ever
You can never
Bonnie Cane(?) went away, one drunken Welsh Gray
Shut up, you better stop it...
Put that thing back in your pocket...
Don't ride the silver rocket...
Tell your brother not to start...
And tell your sister not to start...
And tell the Chosen Few not to start in on me too...
I know their majesty by heart...
Karen, crawl back into your shell.
I know the record is doing well,
But your boyfriend is from hell...
I know the Judge played a part...
I know the Jury played a part...
Now tell the Chosen Few that their favorite kangaroo is busy
Throwing daggers at the dark...
I know you've been waiting ages for your pardon,
But the Governor's wasted in the garden,
Clawing his eyes out - he's insane...
So I'll be your map and I'll be your mirror
And maybe someday I'll see you building dungeons in the rain
And when it's time to go free -
No. I won't leave...
No, I won't leave...
All your brokers screaming -
"Sell those bridges to the island in the well!"
They landed you in architect hell..."
Tell your brother not to start...
And tell your sister not to start...
And tell the Chosen Few not to start in on me too...
Dueling cyclones jackknife.
They got eyes for your wife and the blood that lives in her heart.
Cast myself towards infinity.
Trust me, I had my reasons.
Had a dress for every season, it was worth it.
Pulled into town relatively free of hassle.
Secured a room at the castle, it paid for itself.
Checked out my surroundings, headed down to Thornton Park.
Find your way.
Discover that things are dark.
Shadowy figures babbling on about typical rural shit.
I wave bye to them in a modern way and increase my stay at the
dock of the bay.
Quiet, Ruby, someone's coming.
Approach with stealth.
Oh, it's just your precious American Underground
and it is born of wealth.
With not a writer in the lot.
Sapphires vie for your attention
Cheap dancers, they mean well in their way.
But Priest says - "Please, I can't stand my knees
And I can't bear her raven tresses (1)caught up in a breeze like that!"
Blessed doctor, do your worst.
Cut me open, remove this thirst.
Hidden, but near.
A series of visions, I won't repeat them here.
I won't repeat them here.
Typical me, typical me.
I gave my cargo to the sea.
I gave the water what it always wanted to be.
Look to the West!
"Ah look it's no contest," - Proud Mary said as she lit the fuse.
"I wanted you, I wanted your blues."
Your Blues.
"All good things must come to an end.
The bad ones just go on forever."
Isn't that what I just said?
It is Now and it is Never.
It is Now and it is Never.
It is Now and it is Never.
It is Now and it is Never.
Don't worry about her.
She's been known to appreciate the elegance of an empty room.
Look, I made you this broom.
A predicate warning to the sun -
"This Night advances on..."
The sketchy crowd shows me drawings, they're alright.
An alternately dim and frightful waste.
Now come on honey let's go outside.
You disrupt the world's disorder just by virtue of your grace, you know...
I didn't want to go, but leave I must...
As gratifying as this dust was.
Please don't wake me from this - my golden slumber -
True love regrets to inform you
There are certain things you must do
to perceive his face In the stains on the wall
I didn't know what time it was at all
I didn't know what time it was at all
Foam hands
Since you've been gone
Since you've been gone
Me and the King have been steadily growing apart
He lives down the hall
I didn't know what time it was at all
I didn't know what time it was at all
Foam hands
I'm not the kind
To tell you what is true
And what is totally out of control
I didn't know what time it was at all
I didn't know what time it was at all
Foam hands
Foam hands
Foam hands
Common scars brought us together.
Common scars brought us together.
A commoner's scars brought us together beneath an idiot's moon.
It comes too soon.
Just plant Tulip and watch her bloom.
Introducing angels.
Common scars brought us together.
Common scars brought us together.
Prominent scars brought us together beneath the light of the moon.
It's not too soon.
Flower-girl stalks the groom:
a degenerate drunk on war graves, saying–– "Guide me, misty poets!"
and i was just another
west coast maximalist
exploring the blues
ignoring the news
from the front
where they're taking her
children away
taking them where they wanna go
tall ships made of snow
invading the sun
some people call me 'angel'
on their death bed in a dream
that's right
the Czars father thought
things could've gone differently last night
but they didn't
and i couldn't bear
to follow you there
where trauma exists in the sky
20th century masters
welcome these disasters
and so do i. but no!
oh baby please don't go
listening to strawberry wine
for the 131st time
it was 1987 and it was spring
it's 1987 all the time
now it's 1987 all the time
well we were there
too thin too fair
downing your third drink
standing at arm's length
in the square
just off
a mildly successful
killing rampage
where good writers go
to find one thing
and stick with it
oh life
is bigger
than a life on the run
from the united states
and her friends
on this night
made of jewels
it took three
carabinieri
to peel em off the streets of the town
she's named after
dragging the lagoon was a disaster
they found him alive and
relatively well
well some situations
seek redressing
some songs just
go testing, testing,
i took a picture
i was sick of motion
and wore her watercolours into the ocean
You terrify the land, you are pestle and mortar
Your first love's new order, mother nature's son
King of the Everglades, population 1
I write poetry for myself, I write poetry for myself
Oh, baby
Blue eyes
You're a permanent figure of jacked up sorrow
I want you to love me, you send me a coffin of roses
I guess that's the way that things go these days
Take pills, for instance, I heard they're no good for you
"I won't and I never will," she said
"I won't and I never will, I won't and I never will
I won't and I never will, I won't and I never will"
Blue eyes, blue eyes
Oh baby, can't you see they had it in for me?
They had it in for me, they had it in for me
Oh, baby can't you see they had it in for me
(I won't and I never will)
They had it in for me, blue eyes
Oh baby, you got those blue eyes
I sent a message in a bottle to the press
It said, "Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves
Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves
Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves"
"I've thumbed through the books on your shelves
I've thumbed through the books on your shelves
I've thumbed through the books on your shelves
I've thumbed through the books on your shelves"
You in white, and me in grey go well tonight.
So let's linger here.
This used to be my favorite palm tree––
I was starving in that shithouse, the world.
But now it's gone,
and the whole point of everything's the "moving on."
Well, let's see, a calm and a storm and––okay!––a star's born.
Now let me just sit here and eat these almonds, on 3 and 4 and...!
Beware the company you reside in! Beware the company you reside in!
Beware the company you reside in! Beware the company you reside in!
Beware the company you reside in! Beware the company you reside in!
Beware the company you reside in!
Beware!
Nicole, she, blasted on ecstasy
in some East Pender hovel circa 1993.
It was a good year, it was a very good year.
And now it's gone,
they're saying the whole point of everything's the "moving on."
Well, I can't help but feel somewhat opposed to this,
my shit having been torched by fascists.
Susan, the truth is,
sipping sherry branded by moonlight's just a game people are playing tonight.
Seriously, terror advances... so
Sorry if you should find me
thinking of only the things that I need.
I've been living in America in churches of greed––it's sick!
No, it's cool.
You go. I'll stay,
perfectly at home with this dread.
Dark leaves form a thread!
should you still want me
you can find me down at the café,
a little bit too busy being served.
Sworn enemy of the waitresses there,
a late September sunlight travels through her hair––it wants to be seen...
Nah, it's cool.
You go. I'll stay,
perfectly at home with this dread.
And though the solitudes have won, I cannot begin to crave you
Please spring us, Madeline, from these rustic jails of lust we live in
I'm livin' in
I will find you, lord, in the classified loves of three good women
You are familiar with these terms, I trust?
Don't you mind, our children go unseen to us
The popular singers, they're mean to us
Go find there's joy in being barred from the temple
And though the graces sing our praise in countless catchy ways
Escape from what could only be the soil and dirt of freedom's all I'm thinking of
I will fund you, lord, through the classified loves of three good women
You are familiar with these terms, I trust?
Don't you find such freedoms go unseen to us
The popular singers, they'll sing to us in time
Of joys, and being barred from the temple
And though the solitudes have won, I cannot begin to crave you
Please spring us, Madeline, from these dusty tales of lust we live in
I'm givin' in
I will find you, lord, in the calcified loves of three good women
You are familiar with these terms, I trust?
Don't you mind, our children go unseen to us
The popular singers, they'll sing to us
The one hundredth beautiful crib death
just sold to you'll-never-guess
The twisted kid was me,
behold the freak
behold the freak.
A perrenial prodigal guess,
but it doesn't get any better than this.
Kill your first born.
Destroy the norm.
All the skies opened up
And now they're mentioning your name
In connection with a drowning when you're just saying -
"Ah, let it come down!"
So you stole that Schwinn
And rode right in to the Winner's Circle of the Sun...
Now Mile-End is claiming -
"You're one of those! Take off those clothes!
You're one of them!"...
But you won't...
I couldn't turn around.
I couldn't wrap my head around it...
Best to forget that things change,
Hanging outside in the rain is OK...
I walked into the festival.
Did these cacophonies please you?
Hey, they pleased me too...
While we still had our sight, but don't look now, people,
Here comes the Night...
Here comes the Night...
I heard those traps you've been living off of (and on) have come undone...
I heard you only poach to save your children...
Well save it...
Cause a real thief (Thief! Thief! Thief! Thief! Thief!) thieves...
I couldn't turn around...
Or phrase it as a question...
'cause when it comes to that prize a temple your size was too big...
I walked into Festival... (I know you know)
The Festival of Symphonies pleased you...
They pleased me too...
Back when we still had our sight,
But don't look now, Angel, here comes the Night...
"Caution!––Hot ashes," the girl says to her first kiss.
They stuck eternity inside a bird's fist just to watch it fly,
Just to make things go, just to let things slip away.
Don't ask me how I know, I just do.
Night's surgeon dons his robes to take apart a fellow amateur.
Well, I've heard it once said that one gives what one gets.
Well, I didn't go out into the world just to be stung by a rich man's hornets!
And who amongst us has left these things undone?
Who let these animals into my kingdom?
A blind doe learns to work the rig,
A once-thin man turns into a pig:
the endless groves wherein my soul pukes the night away.
The problem as I see it, I was messed up on a tangent that was wrong.
They mix 'em strong and I was partial to the feeling.
It is a terrible feast we've been stuffing our faces on,
A terrible breeze from the East comin' on...
Bearing the scent of our one hundred first kills.
You love her. You leave her.
You try to achieve a breadth of vision that she has from the start.
I've got Street Despair carved into my heart!
I've got Street Despair carved into my heart!
My dear, didn't you hear, a chorus is a thing that bears repeating?
And the problem as I see it is––
Girls, stay away from that shit.
Saw you in Swan Lake, you were great!
Saw you down in Strathcona Square devouring an After Eight
(Who cares, I didn't mean it!)
For your last encore you sawed yourself in half.
It was just you and your raft and this crummy requiem:
Shooting Rockets.
Run or fly, at some point I had to ask why.
I had to show you a world not tethered to disasters,
but this would prove impossible.
I snuck a look inside your skull and said––
"Don't look now, but Gretchen's seeing red again."
The truth is a thing to coax out of its shell.uh.
The truth: on this you and I are going to tangle!
Off, treacherous bliss, off!
First you come in all sweet,
and then on tiger's paws you retreat
into a darkened, nether, shadow region.
Hey, are they still serving that piss?
Shooting Rockets.
And It'd be true what they say, were they to say––
"Why, yes, I dig the scourge!"
It'd be true what they say, were they to say––
"Why, yes, I dig the scourge!"
It's not that I quit.
It's not that my poems are shit
in the light of the privilege of dreams.
"Alive," she cried once.
Now, "Alive!" she screams.
Shooting Rockets.
Praise be the delightful muezzin tending his flock
and praise be those alabaster hands running amok on your body.
They love you in spite of your lame scene.
We live in darkness, the light is a dream you see.
We live in darkness, the light is a dream you see.
We live in darkness, the light is a dream!
Absolve, absolve, absolve
We spent the better part of the day
Waiting for the wave to hit our side of town
It didn't
Absolve, absolve, absolve
I wash my hands of the stuff of legends
And what news of the horizon?
I hear it's all just a horizontal myth
So stop your cruising, start your criticizing, oh
Indulge yourself for once
Feel medium between them
Goddamn your eyes
They just had to be twin prizes waiting for the sun
And goddamn your eyes
They just had to be twin prizes waiting for the sun
They just had to be twin prizes waiting for the sun
See them sporting those eagle iron-ons
You made me swear never to wear?
Why did you spend the 90's cowering?
Why did you spend the 90's cowering?
And they're singing those inspirationals
You penned back in '72
And the hotels of choice are now toasting your voice
As the spas ring out
"What's another word for 'sacrament?'"
The world woke up one day to proclaim
"Thou shalt not take part in, or make, bad art."
In these tough, tough times friends like mine
Would rather dash than dine
On the bones of what's thrown to them
When a wave of her wand has us back at the pond
Taking notes for our crooked underground
The world woke up one day to proclaim
"Thou shalt not make or take part in the bad arts."
You see, the singer sold us out
The guitarist lost his clout on Life-Of-The-Mind Day
When signs become impure again
The crowd doesn't know where or when
To let it all hang out
Bloodlet yourself, street style
You've got the spirit, don't lose the feeling
You've got the spirit, don't lose the feeling
You've got the spirit, don't lose the feeling
You've got the spirit, don't lose the feeling
Don't lose the feeling
(You've got the spirit) Don't lose the feeling
(You've got the spirit) Don't lose the feeling
(You've got the spirit) Don't lose the feeling
(You've got the spirit) Don't lose the feeling
(You've got the spirit) Don't lose the feeling
(You've got the spirit) Don't lose the feeling
(You've got the spirit) Don't lose the feeling
(You've got the spirit) Don't lose the feeling
(You've got the spirit) Don't lose the feeling
(You've got the spirit) Don't lose the feeling
(You've got the spirit) Don't lose the feeling
Some things we simply must stand for
Power goes to the chords
And such a stately whole node as yours
At least widely touted as such
Some things we simply must stand for
Power goes to the chords
And the semiprecious half-node as yours
At least highly regarded as such
But Melanie went gold
She won't accept your best wishes any more
And Jennifer, your halter top
A consecrated altar
But I've wrung my hands and knees in shame there one too many times
And what specifically about me made you choose to occupy the most absent stage of beauty
So complete and so serene and so sweet?
You'll be new at what you do for a long time
Still victory isn't mine
I've traced your every move
Then erased them with a cartographer's drunken haste
But Melanie went gold
She won't accept your best wishes any more
And Jennifer, your halter top
A consecrated altar
But I've wrung my hands and knees in shame there one too many times
And what specifically about me made you choose to occupy the most absent stage of beauty
Beggars might ride you into doing one thing
When humiliation gets taught
And humility does not have the ability to move a muscle
Don't do The Hustle
Beggars might ride
You've heard of the sea versus the scenery
Where, everytime a man goes overboard
It sounds like somebody's scoring on Beggars' Night
Hey, Distro. King for the Hearing Impaired
I'm starting to think I know why you were spared
Paradise felt fine, what's yours was mine
Collaborators fuck us every time
Beggars might ride
You're taking rides with the Sensitive Miser
Taking sides with the New Sympathizers
Girl, what could have been till you gave up the violin
For a slight, but distasteful, penchant for men
Beggars might ride
You've heard it said and it's true
For someone so beautifully scarred
I imagine it must be hard
To stay away from a life of public relations
But try, girl, you've got to try
You've got to stay critical or die
See the sun crawling over the sky.
Keep an eye on the surf and the sea and the sand.
Don't you know every night is a stand-off with the fucking horizon!
You had a real time of it.
Staring off into the light.
Hands tied behind your back.
Steel chair giving you shivers.
You've always had a problem flowing down rivers...
See the rain falling down from the sky to its death,
Smashed on the street in despair, somewhere over there I swear!
You had a real time of it.
Staring up into the light.
Hands tied behind your head... go!
Stranded on the carousel.
A cripple from the wreck.
I was ringing a bell's neck, looking for a sign.
"Three stars means I'm losing you,"
says The Night to one of her romances.
The plane lands and everybody dances, it's fine...
You had a real time of it.
Staring off into the light.
Hands tied behind your head.
Steel chair giving you shivers.
You always had a problem flowing down rivers!
I was caught in the middle of a world war
This time it was dense light vs. the azure
I was high as a kite, I was never coming home tonight
And I couldn't believe how loud it was.
What devilry the source of this screaming
You and your dress: fair game.
The birds off Plaza Trinidad: insane.
You can watch them go!
I was stuck inside a river's flow, a corridor's glow's idea of an ocean
Okay, it's agreed I wasn't much to look at then
Known mostly for the whites of my eyes
A hen clucking escape from her torn surface
And I couldn't believe how loud it was
What devilry the source of this screaming
You and your dress forgave the birds of Plaza Trinidad
and soon you can watch them go!
I was stuck inside a river's flow, a corridor's glow
A world at war! The kind of thing we've seen before!
Dense light vs. the azure
I was high as a kite, I was never coming home tonight.
And I couldn't believe––
How loud it was.
How loud it was.
And I couldn't believe how loud it was, how loud it was.
So slowly goes the day of hounding you for more
This is a little song
It's short, it's not that long
This is a brittle bone
You cast away the stone
You refrain though one question remains
Oh, what do you give
To someone who has it all?
What do you give
To someone who has it all?
They break into the store
Go girlish down the aisle
This is a little one
The manager is done
A petty incident although the case is strong
You could say though one question remains
Oh, what do you give
To someone who has it all?
What do you give
To someone who has it all?
My shipping days are done
I'm lonely all the time
I'm in the cashcow now
Men hold cabinets
Women, covens
Replace your pets before I throw them in the ovens
How could we foresee getting so high?
I never knew you'd ever be so low
You don't need to know
I don't need to tell you
You don't need to know
I don't need to tell you
You don't need to know
I don't need to tell you
You don't need to know
I don't need to tell you
Cool and calm, I pluck fruit from my palm
and now I swear I'm never gonna see the lights now
How many decrepit Spanish holidays
does it take before you blow it all away?
Summers throw you, I know you
I swear I'm never gonna see the lights now
Spent our days in winter caves
where things they tend towards frozen
Not an ideal spot for suffering fools so gladly
You don't need to know
I don't need to tell you
You don't need to know
I don't need to tell you
You don't need to know
I don't need to tell you
You don't need to know
I don't need to tell you
I'm not sorry.
I killed the baby.
Only two years old, with curls of gold
they were a given.
Drowned from his hair down to his toes
without ribbons.
I held a whole note high
This here's a half-tone gone wrong
This monster has gladly been christened
Your Pornographer
Your Pornographer
So you had the best legs in a business built for kicks,
but was this changing of the guards really supposed to make you sick?
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
Medium Rotation, the Shock of the New,
and a memo from Feldman saying, "everything is true."
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
Don't spend your life conceiving
that the widows won't get sick of their grieving
'till everyone walks out.
Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll is all about, Princess?
Express your bloated self, willful and indignant,
in the face of somebody's lord!
You try to summon up the spirits live on Face the Nation,
but the Port Authority just taxed incantations.
It's alright... The Sublimate Hour!
Auction off The Temple. It's money well-spent.
Hey, are those tears in your eyes as the wind cries, "enlargement"?
It's alright... The Sublimate Hour!
Don't spend your life conceiving
that the widows won't get sick of their grieving
'till everyone walks out.
Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll is all about, Princess?
Confess your bloated self, willful and indignant,
in the face of somebody's lord!
So put your hands together! I hear it's a must
until this phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust.
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
I guess the streets will suffice till everybody makes nice,
but there's a rumor going round even Destroyers have a price...
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
Such a stately manor
What a waste
The trickle-down effect won't touch this place
We'll miss the fun, we'll miss the glamour
Careful with those apostrophes, please
It can't be "our's" (it took me hours?) when it is "we are"
The grammar just doesn't follow another
Petty catastrophe to swallow
A girl is good
You say with a stammer
Divorcing the chords
Okay, fine,
even the sky looks like wine,
and everywhere I turn there's
a new face in town
stuck inside the well
fresh hells to attend to...
Blue flower, blue flame
a woman by another name is not a woman.
Don't know why,
don't know when,
a cathedral sick of the sky again
says to it––
"Oh, please not now! Will you just look at the time––it's standing still!"
Somewhere applause falls dead on the hillside...
Blue flower, blue flame
a woman by another name is not a woman.
I'll tell you what I mean by that.
Maybe not in seconds flat,
maybe not today...
Blue flower, blue flame
a woman by another name is not a woman.
I'll tell you what I mean by that.
Maybe not in seconds flat,
maybe never.
A gray ashen sadness rises like the sun, oh well.
It was time I decided to try this hotel:
Her world...
Tulip has an inner animal,
she's in it for a good time.
I was on the outs for a while
but now things are all right.
I gave you a flower because foxes travel light
and a penny for your thoughts was never enough––
Child of Styx
False pleasures do abound
The staff picks
Have run us underground
There are no schools left to accept you
Child of Styx
A famous photojournalist
Couldn't have said it better when you said
I'm tired of chasing history's head
Perfection lies in the letter
Await the resurrection of style
A love of grace could carry us through
What's a country mile to the likes of you
Just please
Don't call them like you see them
No, please
Don't call them like you see them
No, please
Don't call them like you see them
What was once behind the red door
Is still behind the red door
Canadian Lover, don't demean yourself,
though I know you, and I know you mean well.
Beneath a star-lit night in a prairie fire,
with the pioneering spirit just about to expire.
Canadian Lover, don't demean yourself,
though I know you, and I know you mean well.
Beneath a star-lit night in a prairie fire,
with the pioneering spirit just about to expire.
So what are you doing
looking for answers,
staying up all night with the calico dancers
Walk a thousand miles as the falcon flies
and, like the Wandering Jew
someone's bound to get wise with you!
So what are you doing
looking for answers,
staying up all night with the calico dancers
Walk a thousand miles as the falcon flies
and, like the Wandering Jew
Hey girl, come on and take a whirl in my machine
Though, I'm telling you now, it leaves scars on the wanton
Behind these bars there's a house built for haunting
Now, go or don't go
Just don't say no
'Cause the listeners of the world are on her side
The listeners of the world are on her side
She said the city was dead and gutless
I cried for the city
You gotta move to stay alive
You do the very modern jive
Oh, once I knew what that wisdom was for
September Girls think those pearls just wash up on the shore
Now, go or don't go
Just don't say no
With the listeners of the world all on her side
the listeners of the world all on her side
She said the city was dead and gutless
I cried for the city
She said the city was dead and gutless
I cried for the city
She said the city was dead and gutless
I cried for the city
Streethawk tempts the huntress:
"Let the girls go insane!"
As we lay down our weapons and sure enough
I mewl and crow to fight my way through the snow
And scratch the surface just to find a second surface
I beg the merchants, please
Serve a purpose other than treason
There must be another reason to play these songs
Best known for being bludgeoned into something to own
The money's been bought up
And surely woman, you can feel it
And the music's all washed up
They'd rather sell it than steal it
As the festivals run dry, these whorish children can't look you in the eye
As you turn it out and turn them into something beautiful
For the party of the century is still looking for a reason to behave
The money's been bought up
And surely woman, you can feel it
And the scene, it's all washed up
They'd rather sell it than steal it
As the festivals run dry, sweet whorish children, please look them in the eye
Don't let the curtains bring you down
Remember, Mary is a privilege
We own this town, you said
We own this town, you said
A far cry from friendly
So then flee
Flee
Flee
Flee
There are no constructs in my mind
To speak of, when I think, (uh?), I think about you
There are no spires for us to climb up and touch
A benevolent hand is necessarily a bad thing
So was spring
Spring
Spring
Spring
So what, the laid traps I'll snap shut
I agree some things should be banned
Like wasting all your charms on the first day as planned
There's something perhaps even more obscene
Misplacing the leg that you stand on
Mary means nothing to you
What she read was stupid
Mary means nothing to you
Everyone's singing, everything's true
Come on, come out of the rain
You're not impressed, you're just so learned
I took the book, I lit the page
Your sabbatical is burning
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fires in the street
Let's sully every stage
Lick my lips, twist my hips
Contessa -- I already quit.
Some things work, but me I choose
to lose my skin in the dirt.
This whiskey priest, he burned the church
to keep his girls alive.
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fires in the street
Let's sully every stage we meet
Lick my lips, twist my hips
Contessa --
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fires in the street
Let's sully every stage we meet
Lick my lips, twist my hips
Listen deeply (DJ?):
Beware and be sure when I tell you
You are one proportioned motherfucker.
Hey Joe, where you going?
Nothing's worth knowing.
Your politics without precedence,
Your dicks and your tits.
The birth unforeseen, by far our favorite topic,
I mean, all dressed in grey, hooray,
We're only half-dead today.
The birth unforeseen, by far our favorite topic,
Drunk to the touch, but it wasn't enough.
I gave you the tape and you said it sucked.
Drunk to the touch, but it wasn't enough
I gave you the tape and you said it sucked, but
Drunk to the touch but it wasn't enough
I gave you the tape and it sucked.
Deeper shade of soul, well, didn't you know?
Of course you don't, you just know where to go.
Deeper shade of soul, hey, didn't you know
they all want me now?
Static means punk
Tuning is junk
Another night, another free-jazz drunk
Static means punk
Tuning is junk
Stuffed and sick to the stomach
With a gutful of the goods you grow
I cringed at the crack
After the fact, you said, just hit it
Bottoms up, there goes the businesss
Better blow it, better quit it
Dotted Is (crime?)
I tried to trade (this raping?) for (a trimming?)
Oh, oh, oh
Conratulations, your fellowship set sail
And though I know
I am not the one
You're gonna spend it on and on
Yes, I guess
I'm not the one you'll spend it on and on and on
Still, let's make a deal
Don't go back to Portugal
Nothing good can come from leaving
Everything once cast off I'm retrieving
Just to find I'm a born retriever
Golden to the core, silver pulleys and levers
Sore Barn Burners, don't judge us
I'd sooner just leave the crust
The (painted?) pig wants to count our bless-yous
Could you count them and clean them, honey
Save yourself, strut your stuff
Cut the color commentary, trust your stats, man
Fishing for compliments and this is what I catch
Fuck, I'm never setting foot there again, no
Nothing good can come from leaving London
(Nothing good can come from leaving London)
Nothing good can come from leaving London
(Nothing good can come from leaving London)
Nothing good can come from leaving London
(Nothing good can come from leaving London)
Nothing good can come from leaving London
(Nothing good can come from leaving London)
Nothing good can come from leaving London
(Nothing)
You take back the curse, but the world just gets worse
As you wonder about how someone could become
So fat and so proud off the damage they've done.
Man, the damage was fun.
A house is a home.
Hotels made of skin and bone hold us.
Father figures continue to scold us.
Avuncular-at-best in a church of new things.
He traded the records for rings
As I sat back and watched what I thought would ensue
Not ensue.
Hospitals overflow
With singers, embittered and pissed.
Dead-ringers for men whose whereabouts should not be known
Or be missed.
No failed revolts,
No plot from the inside
Could contend with the prospect or trend towards being discovered before our time.
With upwards of thirty songs
All about women and children
Whose lives will come second to mine.
You take back the curse, but the girl just gets
Every rip-off artist to paint a picture of a world at war
When the world was not at war.
When the world was not at war.
When the world was not at war.
Maybe it stands to reason
Boys set fire to the seasons
They fight to beg
They try to be bigger than the times will allow the times to be
That's not to say the open road or an open driveway
Will come to a view that suits us
Or improve upon our purposes
Something could be worse than this
It's true, you're the one I came for
Two people they couldn't agree more
Just my luck, who goes there?
Friend of a friend again
It's true, you're the one I came for
Two people they couldn't agree more
Just my luck, who goes there?
Friend or accomplice to horrible ends?
This trellis you really didn't make
Well, if I can't pass through, then who?
The flowers surround us
The power's a plus
But if I can't get through, then who will get through?
If I can't get through then who will get through to you?
So you wanted to fuck a cop?
Well hello, hey, don't we all?
But you didn't just keep it a dream, so it seems
unlike the rest of us.
My little heartbreaker, my heart's saltshaker
You sprinkle it like a surprise
So then when you break it,
you know I can't make it
a real good time for everyone, a good time
I heard you're guided by voices
Making mischief, they call you a sinner.
You suck on the drug like you suck on my finger,
a joint I'll surely lose to you.
I heard you're guided by voices,
I see you're really high.
But an angel that falls to the ground's not an angel
There's songs about you, you know.
Tonight it's just the three of us.
Three is the number tonight.
She, my Polish princess
Him, the hurting kind
Tonight it's just the three of us.
Three is the number tonight.
Together, together, perhaps it's forever.
With me, a real good time.
"Wore my fringe like Roger McGuinn's"
quote, unquote.
Little showboat
no you didn't.
Got a list; it's serious business.
Stick it in the song. The song doesn't fit.
You brought one, it's not much longer.
Threes to divide and five to conquer.
Fun in the sun; you're the only one.
Fun in the sun; you're the only one.
Fun in the sun; you're the only one who does.
There's an earthquake in the audience.
My response, my response, not what you wanted.
One million tribunals agree:
see, your eyes aren't mine
The nose doesn't go there.
Beau (bulb?), you broke the crown of crowns
of crowns of crowns of crowns.
Something I never wrote down.
Never, never, never top it off, top it off.
A long drink of water. A boarding house reach.
Honey, I know I know, you were born to give...
And I also know I'm not the one you've been dying to slip off with into the Night...
Cherished radical, I always knew you had it in you...
Trials by fire are so easily won -
Just try not to burn and things might not get worse...
Hollowed-out valleys now rattle with the curse that
Tonight is not your Night... It's not your Night
Well, I followed the cries to a second-story flat and,
In praise of bad luck, I threw down the homemade hat she made...
Soon, the feral beast did beautify our wounds with a body that knew -
You shouldn't hurt the ones you love... unless you really want to...
Tried to celebrate the world, not hurl insults at a girl...
But that finite rush which destroys every one of us is good destruction...
Yeah, Hannah, you heard it here first - It's the good destruction...
Now it's one forty-five and for some reason it's the season of trying to stay alive...
So, let's stick together and breathe beneath the weather...
It will be our doing...
Son, given the right occasion, I'd put myself up for sale to post the necessary bail that would free you from This kingdom...
But tonight is not your Night...
Something quite unholy, heard from your mouth,
As noted, south, south, hurrying south.
Are you ready for another one, baby?
Just because it crumbles,
doesn't make you humble.
You wanted to be free to be.
You wanted to take out the trash.
Always willing to precipitate the backlash.
Take the trash right out of me.
Take the trash right out of me.
Take the trash right out of me.
Libby's first sunrise.
You've been wasted from the day
Of wandering and boozing and sleeping outside.
Now the light holds a terrible secret and now you know, oh,
That this is what you get.
You've been wandering around.
You've been fucking around.
You've been wandering around.
You've been fucking around... uh.
Libby's first sunrise.
You've been wasted from the day
Of wandering and boozing and sleeping outside.
Playing the idiot all of your life and this is what you get.
Master of all you survey,
But today you've been wandering around.
You've been fucking around.
You've been wandering around.
You've been fucking around... uh.
Libby's first sunrise.
You've been wasted from the day, and now you know, oh.
Suffering idiots all of your life and this is what you get.
Now the light holds a terrible secret.
The light holds a terrible secret.
The light holds a terrible secret.
The light holds a terrible secret. Oh, the light!
Rip the badges from our breasts
Just like the others
Impenitent brothers sway to the song of a new heretical dawn
We were right to fight
Subsumed by dumb clay
The sweet spirit must stay
I'm so, I don't know, what's the word?
My grasp of the verb is a weak one
Your grammar's a playground for fun
Tear the emblems from our sleeves
Just like the others
Apostate brothers please stay for the dawn of a new day
Watch the sun come up from the mud
Our cups are empty
Our wine has turned to ether
That's good and wine
Nothing does a body good
Like another body
Nothing does a body good
Like another body
Nothing does a body good
Like another body
Nothing does a body good
Yes, your guile, it has bestown me
With a knowledge of espionage, intrinsic and big
I accredit you with this, that
And a string of broken entries
But don't forget quoting and stealing
And quoting and stealing
And quoting and stealing and quoting
Did I mention
The caesarean, it could take all night
And potentially all day
But the boys are all scared, the surgeons must be spared
They'd be pretenders, pretenders all of them
The throne - a summer home, six weeks, no pay
With the stitches we've sewn
Our hands, they become (treats?)
In the genealogy of which there
Lay trials and deceits
Therein there lay trials and deceits
There lay trials and deceits
Believe me, when I breathe, it means
I'm seceding from a love I don't believe of
I'm seceding from a love I don't believe of
I'm seceding from a love I don't believe of
Before you know, we find ourselves in witch country
Playing a mean harpsichord, a slow accordion
To people far more proficient than we'll ever be
I recant on all the present glories
In the face of better stories
Yes, the years always end in winter here
Amongst all the loose talk
Turn the page, you might understand what they're saying
A language with curves, girl-friended and giddy
One ill-shapen but still expensive
The other one somewhat free
While we nail the door shut
The rut we expected was right here
The dykes were in place
But the pikemen replaced them with spears
I know it doesn't sound likely
But tonight it's all I see
A seceding from a love we don't believe of
A seceding from a love we don't believe of
A seceding from a love we don't believe of
A seceding from a love we don't believe of
A seceding from a love we don't believe of
A seceding from a love we don't believe of
A seceding from a love we don't believe of
Our brush with success first came
When we sold everything in a buyer's market
Cling cling went the change in our pockets
Away it went when we bought the rockets
I took aim, my fire wasn't friendly
Everything was welcome, the people played a medley for me
Trick writers of the world, most hilarious
They're bad, embarrassingly so
They got theirs when I launched what was mine
Which at the time seemed plenty and appropriate
Cut to us not sitting or standing
Stood up, still small, with our six knees on
A demand exists for something golden and breathy
Demanded of something neither golden nor breathy
So please
Ignore
This plea
Made for a republic
There ought to be a law
There ought to be a railroad
To take me away
To take me away
There ought to be a law
An ocean of escape
To take me away
To take me away
There ought to be a law
There ought to be a railroad
That takes you away
That takes you away
There ought to be a law
An order of restraint
That takes you away
That takes you away
I heard those symphonies come quick
Now that you are sick of breathing new life into the form
Hey Streethawk, you've been spotted hanging out outside the storm
Your chair is there
Your body is on the lam
Until you bring it home
I'm striking up the band
Just so you know--
There'll be riots on your hands
There'll be riots on your hands
There'll be riots on your hands
When I control the masses
The traffic and the grass
The sorceror's apprentice
Will conjure up your ass
Your chair is there
Your body is on the lam
Until you bring it home
I'm busting up the band
Just so you know--
There'll be riots on your hands
There'll be riots on your hands
There'll be riots on your hands
Friday's lecture was
All I needed
Clue me in
Your expertise
Is ancient
Please fill this thimble
Kiss it red, gold and green
We never go down
South of the mouth, just always waiting
Break on through
I paint it black
You paint it back to blue
I paint it black
You paint it back to blue
I paint it black
You paint it back to blue
Put down your Pussy Galore CD
Didn't mean to give you the blues
The blues
You travel light, right
So (fig?) this one
Simple contradiction
Hey, it's cool
Hey, it's (causal?)
So then it was true
I guess I'll leave it alone now
It's not enough just to stick it, singer
Give you a big hand
It's not enough when you're so tough
I try to be cruel when I can
I try to stay cruel when I could
I try to be cruel when I can
I try to stay cruel when I could
I try to be cruel when I can
I try to stay cruel when I could
I try to be cruel when I can
Greek
Of the Silver Seas
Can't
Have
Then at least
So This is Crystal Country,
where refugees flee like I fly...
into forests of your eyes...
Hey, I saw full-on Night there...
She said - "You'll always be alone,"
and she was right, there...
She said you'll always be alone,
and she was right there rummaging through the eastern townships...
Just wait, here comes the comeback you've always hated...
Somewhere an olive branch is being planted
in honor of a dancers body and, granted,
you could take This as a sign that there is life outside the mine,
and maybe things are looking up but, Buttercup,
the form insists on rupture and therefore we break...
So This is Crystal Country,
and, like refugees flee I fly...
into the forests of your eyes...
Hey, I saw full-on Night there...
She said - "You'll always be alone,"
and she was right, there...
She said you'll always be alone,
and she was right there rummaging through the western townships...
where they're staging a play called Comeback...
The only line is - "Don't go..."
Somewhere an olive branch is being planted
in honor of a dancers body and, granted,
I know things have never looked This good but -
somehow - indulge your life at sea for now...
Cause when a breeze is blowing,
it's just Crystal Country showing us
that everything must break to be beautiful
and, honey, that's what I meant when I called and said -
Students carve hearts out of coal,
I just thought I'd let you know...
In This town we go down for the sake of going under...
Students carve hearts out of coal,
I just thought I'd let you know...
In This town what goes around does not come around...
So when you crawl out from the mist that the City kept insisting was pretty...
And the government sets you up with her cousin and a broken cup to drink from...
Not some vessel of purity, just tea in Montreal with assassins...
Students carve hearts out of coal,
I just thought I'd let you know...
In This town we get down for the sake of going under...
Students carve hearts out of coal,
I just thought I'd let you know...
In This town what goes around has yet to come around...
You had a great idea...
How can you have a great idea
when the girls get back on the continent, they wont even see you
from the Boys Club Platoon blowing deaf dumb and tuneless?...
It's vile the way you smile for them,
there are limits you know...
Students carve hearts out of coal...
Students carve hearts out of coal,
I just thought I'd let you know
about the bulls charging out from the gallery walls...
Homelessness calls...
I made a tomb for all the incompatible cells I could take,
And I brought bells to the wake.
And you... you didn't mind shedding your beautiful European blood
As I screamed: "death to the murderers we've loved all our lives!"
I was good with names, I had a way with faces
And I was the dominant theme in a number of places.
And you... you didn't mind... mixing your beautiful European oils
For a still life. Oh Candice, we should've run for our lives!
When I'm at war I insist on a slaughter,
And getting it on with the hangman's daughter.
She needs release. She needs to feel at ease with her father,
The fucking maniac.
I made a tomb for all the incompatible cells I could take,
And I brought bells to the wake. And you...
you didn't mind shedding your beautiful European blood
As I screamed: "death to the murderers we've loved all our lives!"
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
And I'm reminded of the time that I was blinded by the sun.
It was a welcome change from the sight of you hanging
Like a willow off the arm of yet another visionary
Prophetess east van punk.
I didn't stand a chance.
I couldn't stand at all.
You looked ok with the others.
You looked great on your own.
It was 2002 and you couldn't be bothered to say, 'hello' or 'goodbye'.
Or stand the 'test of time' - you did, I just tried to separate an ocean from these tears we cried...
Where did you get that line?
Where did you get that look?
Where did you get that penchant for destruction in the way you talk?
Where did you get that ride?
Where did you get that rocket?
Where did you get that painter in your pocket?
Hey, there's Christine
And there's where she could've been.
The summer season was cheap.
Birds of prey stick together and, hey, so do we...
I didn't stand a chance.
I didn't stand at all.
You looked ok with the others.
You looked great by yourself.
It was 2002 and you needed reminding to stay alive.
And so did I, but at least I tried to fall upon that sword and never look back...
Where did you get that line?
Where did you get that look?
Where did you get that penchant for destruction in the way you talk?
Where did you get that ride?
Where did you get that rocket?
Where did you get that painter in your pocket?
I didn't stand a chance.
I didn't stand at all.
They led us on...
They said it would be yours...
Tear down the borders, stop patrolling the shores,
let us in...
We wrote a winter song...
Come on, come on, come on, come on...
Don't shelve the opera,
you've been working This long on it...
Twelve years on the Eastside,
and still so house proud...
All the neighbourhood angels,
are humming the psalms (hum along...)
to themselves again...
Oh, they seem to think that when you show up
you'd look good in somebody's arms...
Oh, you should have been a clerk...
You should have stayed a stranger...
You should have just done the work...
But it's too late now, school's out...
Wildcats - you were supposed to go wild...
Butchers - you shouldn't be obsessed with a child...
Now Diorama Pete thinks he just sunk the fleet...
Much like him, you know I live to be cornered. So come on...
Hey, Easterner, open your mouth...
Don't speak in tones...
I know there's beauty in the bones of the dam that burst...
I know you look good in the shadow of the Diamond Monger's thirst,
but get out...
To the west there is an ocean...
There's a mountain on the right...
Now will you walk away
or take the blame for the unfortunately-named
Brown paper bag, don't stop me now,
I'm on a roll.
Plain brown wrapper in your pocket.
Is it still the invisible man you're consorting with,
Woman?
Now that you got it all... wrong...
You got it all... Backwards Girl.
Enter through the exit and exist through the entrance
When you can.
Seen you consort with your invisible manhole.
Fool child, you're never gonna make it.
New York City just wants to see you naked
(And they will).
Though they'd never say so.
Wise, old, black and dead in the snow:
My southern sister...
"Sister, Sister" was the name of the band.
Flesh and blood, my death close at hand! Sister,
This is not about me and it's not about you, I swear!
No hard feelings, nothing personal, soft sculpture rides the air,
For free...
Words words words...
Longings longings longings...
All in vain...
Just ask Vanity, abandoned out in the rain
By the world, another proud American...
And as proud Americans, we let it slide... away...
Harmless little Negress,
You got to say yes
To another excess...
Let's go for a ride today...
In possession of eyes, that's it...
In possession of eyes, that's it...
A southern bunkhouse, blue skies up above,
A kindly figure of feminine grace and wit passes for love,
These days...
All that slender-wristed white translucent business
Passes for love, these days...
Mushhead genius
Passes for love, these days...
Four more years... Four more years...
Four hundred more years of this shit
(Fuck it)!
I look up I see the North Star, I look up I see the North Star
When I look up at the bar through these tears...
Four white pillars, Yankee-style...
All of America loves to lights his pipes...
All of America live to light his pipe at night...
To which Dixie responds - "Freeeee...
Me..."
And unlashes his sashes...
Again...
Maybe or maybe not ("fast forward" she said)...
Maybe once the seed is sown ("fast forward" she said)...
"This bird has flown south," she said.
"Don't talk about the south," she said.
It's not you, it's nothing personal,
No hard feelings, nothing's there...
Soft sculpture rides hard on the air...
Now that you got it all... wrong...
You got it all... backwards girl...
Enter through the exit and exit through the entrance...
Feeling fine, but it must be the wine
'Cause it's April 27th and my baby's still dying on me
We stole a gondola to sea
And ditched the chaperones on jewel-encrusted roans
Who called us unprofessional
Deep down they knew
Oh, that we were the music lovers
People say they just didn't want it enough
Here, the people say they just didn't want it enough
Oh, but we were the music lovers
People say they just didn't want it enough
Hear the people say they just didn't want it enough
The time of your lives has been had
And your wives have been bad
And, look, the private sector's not denied you for the last time
They're saying those grapes go rotten on the vine
Oh, but once we were the music lovers
People say they just didn't want it enough
Here, the people say they just didn't want it enough
Oh, but we were the music lovers
People say they just didn't want it enough
Hear the people say they just didn't want it enough
Sister, the world cannot hold us
Brother
You can go your own way
Ba-da-da
Ba-da-da-da
Ba-da-da, da-da-da-da
Ba-da-da, da-da-da-da
Ba-da-da
Ba-da-da-da
Ba-da-da, da-da-da-da
Ba-da-da, da-da-da-da
Ba-da-da
Ba-da-da-da
Ba-da-da, da-da-da-da
Ba-da-da, da-da-da-da
Oh, The State cut off my arms
and the state tore my eyes with her nails.
Hey, I was just put on this earth––a bad wind to trash the sails of all you evil men!
You should know somewhere in the night
There's a blue broken drum playing dead.
And that's... good to know!
Oh, The State tore out our hearts
and The State exposed our hearts
and wounded me, gave me this bad knee, tore down my baby's favorite tree...
But, oh!
You should know somewhere in the night
There's a blue broken drum playing dead.
And that's good to know!
Loose lips sink the lives of disgusting women,
so the State rolled me up into a ball.
I crushed diamonds in the fall and traded them for bread!
Turn away if you should hear me begin to sing!
I look like a fucking monster with this wing!
Craving new experiences, so what––
Oh but maybe you should know!
Somewhere in the night
When will you forget about America
When will you forget about America
Resist, resist
Someone got kissed
Someone's getting kissed
An afterbirth too red to mention
This isn't New York, you drunken Californian
Resist, resist
How can I kill the president now
With the likes of you
Saying everything is true
If everything is true then everything is true
I memorized the moves of a great culture.
It gave way to the vulture and me.
So, I decided to be through with the assassins and the kids,
And kill for the thrill of silencing.
Yes, throw yourselves away,
Don't save yourselves.
Throw yourselves away,
Don't save yourselves.
Father tried to find her,
But she's not there.
Guess I lost those tracks in the City of Despair.
And, winding round the fact that things fall apart,
Have a heart sister!
Don't you know you started to?
Yes, throw yourselves away,
Don't save yourselves.
Throw yourselves away,
Don't save yourselves.
In a theater of impatience,
Records cause culture
As records break records.
On the back of the vulture,
I'll go to the heart of the sun.
We have set the controls for one
Shhh...
Just like days of old,
Bad horses still get sold.
Mistakes get made, I mean we blaspheme.
Like mad eagles who think they've made the same one's extinct,
Girl, you've got another thing
Coming.
So, throw yourselves away,
Don't save yourselves.
Throw yourselves away,
Don't save yourselves.
In a theater of impatience,
Records cause culture
As records break records.
On the back of the vulture,
I'll go to the heart of the sun.
We have set the controls for one.
I'll go to the heart of the sun.
You can't believe
The way the wind's talking to the sea.
I heard that someone said it before,
I don't care,
I can't walk away, I can't walk away...
In Chinatown...
The wind and the rain:
To your detriment you try to explain
A government swallowed up in the squall.
I can't walk away, at all,
In Chinatown...
You can't believe,
Though I'm sure somebody's said it before:
I know you and I know the score...
I can't walk away, you can't walk away...
I can't walk away, you can't walk away...
I can't walk away, you can't walk away...
I can't walk away, you can't walk away...
Do i feel the ground shake the hand of fate
Well i hear the sound before it's much too late
Bark fire, dark fire
She'll burn your heart - spitfire!
Strike one, Strike two
She's hard to igore
Strike three, it's me
She's breaking down the door
Chorus
Destroyer
On leather wings
Destroyer
My madness bring
You can't escape no matter what you try to do
You will not believe but this I'm trlling you
Black fire, not wire
Tears me apart - spitfire!
White light, white heat
And darkness comes
Just try and you'll die
Before you see the dawn
Can never place the name with the face
I can never place the name with the face
Don't touch me
DonÂt touch me up to the tees by the numbers
It's not much but I'm going under
It's not much but I'm going under
It's not much but I'm going under
Liar, Liar, everything's on fire
So I don't want to hear how you crossed the wires
Don't touch me, don't touch me up
Watch, I'll take it to the river
You'll come too, little Indian giver
You'll come too, little Indian giver
You'll come too, little Indian giver
So give us the keys now
WeÂll burn this hall of justice down
Around the ankles, or just to the ground
Hats off to the city fathers
TheyÂre no longer a hundred feet tall
They're no longer, no longer
And we're just here
Oh, the horror, woe to find
How you changed your mind
When I thought that you would simply change your ways
A hole in the bucket
Dinosaurs say 'fuck it', but
Watch me disagree, I'll rue the day you set me free
'Cause I say mend, mend, mend
Shuck the shell, spit out the sand
I say mend, mend, mend, woah
You came clean, you came to see me
Comin' round the bend
With my three throats a-screamin'
These (truths?) were made for dreamin'
There is darkness and there is breathing
There is darkness and there is breathing
There is darkness and there is breathing
Rock!
We hung from a thread just to prove poetry undead
We rendered ourselves perfectly suitable to public consumption
Once again you've mistaken the minerals for cures
Confused the catechism with your chores
My aim is only true when I'm hanging the true
We swung from a string just to prove poetry unreadable
We rendered ourselves perfectly suited to public consumption
Once again you've mistaken the minerals for cures
Confused the catechism with your chores
My aim is only true when I'm hanging the true
A lesson to us all
Louise will not be faltering
She craves a cul-de-sac to look back upon and so do we
If I appear oblivious it's only 'cause I'm blessed
With the foresight to know that I knew you had been had
Before you were through being had
The Earth is hollow,
anxious to go home.
Wasted my life. Don't need tomorrow.
My love is an arrow
that will find you in the burning sun.
I couldn't see your face,
so I drew it on the wall.
It was one of the many things left
while you were gone.
And I looked at your eyes.
It had no effect on time,
and it wouldn't stop the world
from swallowing us whole.
I see your face. I get worried sometimes.
If you're waiting for the end,
this is it.
Afraid of this.
Afraid I'm losing my mind.
I can't see what's inside.
It's like I never lived,
stuck inside of this.
No sense of time, just along for the ride.
I get lost. I don't mind.
Give me the details. it's like I'm running out of time.
I'm afraid of this.
A shallowed outline,
the details in the land,
It gave us a brief moment to make our peace.
Oh, the light was really bright.
I had to shut my eyes.
I'd watch them all burn before it gets to me.
I'd watch them all burn before it burns me.
Afraid of this.
Afraid I'm losing my mind.
I can't see what's inside.
It's like I never lived,
stuck inside of this.
No sense of time, just along for the ride.
I get lost. I don't mind.
Give me the details. it's like I'm running out of time.
I get lost. I don't mind.
I hate the feeling of being burned alive.
Take it down with a steam hammer
Pack it hard
Lead shot in your mood shooter
Choose your poison
Have a drink with your painkiller
Take us down
Wreck a party like it don't matter
Smash it up
Dead guitar
Broken beat maker
If I could I'd trade it all for an automator
Here it comes
Oh, you do it again
You do it again
Destroyer
Cosmo sucker
Bad breath crier
Bad timing robocrap
You're a great liar
Overdrive
Deep dirt on your shit highway
Black-eyed
Fuzzy filter
Hollow head wobble
Take a trip
Get a grip before you get in trouble
And you wonder why you're called the
destroyer-stroyer
I'm afraid this is where it ends
This one you can't amend
Yeah, yeah
We've got nothing to lose
Nothing I promise you
Yeah
Destroyer
I am a destroyer
Got us second chance
Say can we have this dance
Yeah
Destroyer
I am a destroyer
Got us a silver stick
Pray we will make this quick
Yeah
Destroyer
When will I learn that we all must go?
This ghost town will rob me of more than you'll know.
I can't run from this it came too fast.
I'm holding tight but you'll slip right through my hands.
I can't handle this so please take me away.
There's no escape from this. My mind is my prison cell.
I dare you to find my pulse, 'cause I lost that long ago.
No Oh My God I don't mean what I've said,
This rhetoric that has filled up my head.
Stay away, get the hell away.
Without these statues there's no life to lead.
I Feel so separated, void and alone.
Take me away I never saw this coming.
I can't escape my mind and these games, don't make me wait.
Break down the walls that we've made,
Stoned and sleeping on the bathroom floor
Read it in a magazine
I'll sign it in the limousine and always leave you wanting more
I don't care if you don't care...
I don't care if you don't care...
You will never get enough of me
I'm a show you gotta see
Destroyer!
Destroyer!
London's really been quite cheeri-o
The story's just a drink away
You'll read about it Saturday
The N.M. E. is on my trail
I don't care if you don't care...
I don't care if you don't care...
You will never get enough of me
I'm a show you gotta see
Destroyer!
Destroyer!
Wasting your days
Chasing some girls, alright
Chasing cocaine through the back rooms
Of the world all night
Wasting your days
Chasing some girls, alright
Chasing cocaine through the back rooms
Of the world all night
Sounds, smash hits, melody maker N-M-E
All sound like a dream to me
All sound like a dream to me
All sounds like a dream
Sounds, smash hits, melody maker N-M-E
All sound like a dream to me
All sound like a dream to me
All sounds like a dream
Step out of your toga and into the fog
You are a prince on the ocean
In the pinch, in the sky, in your eye
Step out of your toga and into the ocean
Look they got your prince on the phone
In the pinch, in the sky, in your eye
In the sky, in your eye
Pinch, in the sky, in your eye
I wrote a song for America, who knew?
I wrote a song for America, who knew?
The Relevant Ballads are calling you "truant" and then "untrue"...
The Annotated Swan Song says -
"You've been here too long with your ashes by the river...
I was just getting used
To having you 'round.
You went wandering
Around the world.
I woke up.
I went downtown.
I woke up and everything was drowning...
Downtown...
Little Comet (that's the name we gave him!)
's been trying.
But he doesn't see why
MaryJane from down the lane went insane.
Oh she's still better off than I am...
Downtown!...
Held a candle to the window,
Then the door.
Saw the features of the world light up,
Oh Eva, your face!
I was a four-leaf clover.
I was Red Rover on his way over
To your place!...
I was just getting used
To having you 'round
You went wandering
Around the world.
I woke up,
I went downtown.
I woke up
Tables turn stale, girls go pale
Standstills thrill you
Tables turn stale, girls go pale
Shot through with nonbelievers
I couldn't find the words and then I found the words
I couldn't find the words and then I found the words
I couldn't find the words and then I found the words
I couldn't find the words and then I found the words
Never mind the facts
Recording record time
The proper blessings still hold water here
Plus there's no surprise
I've seen it in your eyes
I never thought your guess would be as good as mine
I never thought your guess would be as good as mine
I never thought your guess would be as good as mine
I couldn't find the words and then I found the words
I couldn't find the words and then I found the words
I couldn't find the words and then I found the words I couldn't find
I couldn't find the words and then I found the words
How long
She was part of an inner circle--
Daughters of the Motherland.
Like a ship lit up at sea,
with scars where its talons used to be.(Repeat line twice)
I was a slow learner, I moved in flourishes.
I was a late-bloomer, I moved in flourishes.
Last man on the scene--
Fresh face on a dying scene,
One-hundredth of a wet, black bough.(Repeat line twice)
I was Clytemnestra on a good day,
Dispensing wisdom to the uninitiated.
The initiates brought out in tumbrils,
Shed out by the dawn.(Repeat line twice)
Like a woman, I was kept as the wealthy
American underground wept at the sight of Rhodes Island sinking into the sea.
And the sky still reigned supreme over the land as the music lovers
sat cross-legged in the sand, and in time, and in Space,
And, in other words, in a band who, much like churchgoers, fuck themselves... up.(Repeat verse once)
"Mercy..."
Is the word we tore from the Book of Languages.
"Mercy..."
One possible display of necessary changes.
Too bad we couldn't speak
About our right to be weak
Back when we had the right.
We had the right.
Revolutions, do your thing.
Is the Great Matter-of-Fact still being true for you?
Revolutions won't defend us
From a life of love and a country madness
Native to the country I'm thinking of.
Your love of shit knows no bounds!
Trust me this spells
The premature end of us!
Seize the sun.
I assume we are done with it.
This natural living will do you in...
The Nature of Giving means
I won't owe you anything,
And you won't owe me anything.
You won't owe me anything.
"Mercy..."
Is the word we tore from the Book of Languages.
Too bad it went unspoken;
Our beloved right to be broken...
Back when we had the right.
We had the right.
We had the right systems.
I wrote a song for America they told me it was clever,
Jessica's gone on vacation on the dark side of town forever.
Who knew? Who knew?
I wrote a song for America they told me it was clever,
Jessica's gone on vacation on the dark side of town forever.
Who knew? Who knew?
I wrote a song for America they told me it was clever,
Jessica's gone on vacation on the dark side of town forever.
Who knew? Who knew?
Who knew? Who knew?
Winter, spring, summer and fall,
Animals crawl, towards death's embrace.
Winter, spring, summer, fall, punks kick a ball!
In a park, on a Sunday, strung out in the rain!
Winter, spring, summer and fall,
Animals crawl, towards death's embrace.
Winter, spring, summer, fall, punks kick a ball!
In a park, on a Sunday, just wasted in the rain!
Winter, spring, summer and fall,
Animals crawl, towards death's embrace.
Winter, spring, summer, fall, punks kick a ball!
Was it the movie or the making of '"Fitzcarraldo"
Where someone learned to love again?
'I can't remember' is not the same as 'I don't know,'
Virgin with a memory
Was it the movie or the making of "Fitzcarraldo"
Where your mother decided to fashion herself
After the sad deity we left on the shelf?
She wanted blood, all she got was sacrifice
She wanted blood, all she got was sacrifice
She wanted blood, all she got was sacrifice
Virgin without a memory
Now's your chance to be free
Of all those favorite bands you ditched for one that's grander
No Use For A Name to The Make-Up
It's all the same
The singer not the song, no
The singer not the song, no
The singer not the song, no
Formative years, wasted
In love with our peers, we tasted life with the stars
Anticlimactic as Mars was, still
A red earth with no way of knowing
The silver colossus exists just to be growing
A red earth with no way of knowing
The silver colossus exists just to be growing
Was it the movie or the making of "Fitzcarraldo"
Where someone learned to love again?
Where someone learned to love again?
Why does every one of her lovers leave her?
I'm ill-equipped to judge the tale of a woman.
"That inviting army slut!... The Colonel's in a rut!" - back at the base they're saying -
Now each day when he awakes his prayers take the form of one question -
"How is it that we can be both Skating
and Dying?
