Come home and my guitar
Has nothin to say to me
I recoil from all my friends
And then I'm in misery
Been so long since I've been held
Really since I was his
Probably just need to be held
That's probably all it is
Course, then I think of my dad
Who time travels mostly now
Back to when he was free
And holding out hope somehow
Who sits all day in a line
Of wheelchairs against a wall
Inventing ways to play out time
Like us all
Like us all
To all the people out there tonight
Who are comforting themselves
If you should happen to see my light
You can stop and ring my bell
I'm just sittin here in this sty
Strewn with half written songs
Taking one breath at a time
Nothin much going on
Nothin much going on
Little flashing zero
On my answering machine
Rats scratching at my brain
Brain shuffling its feet
Yes I have my father's heart
It may or may not keep on trying
Can't really tell you what it is
Keeps me this side of that dark line
But I'm not there to take care of him
And I'm not here to take care of me
I'm going outside to watch the house burn down
Across the street
I'm going outside to watch the house burn down
Across the street
To all the people out there tonight
Who are comforting themselves
If you should happen to see my light
You can stop and ring my bell
I'm just sitting here in this sty
Strewn with half written songs
Taking one breath at a time
Nothin much going on
(Verse)
You've got a strange look in your eyes
Nothing to get and no need to lie.
And when the dust come howl at your door
You're not afraid, it's just the role.
It's not the way that I want to be
But I can't explain just how I feel.
Out of my heart and into my soul
You were the start and you are the go.
But it isn't funny the way that you talk about me
You know I can't change the way that you want me to be.
Dashing through Paradise
so polite in what I say
lost in the age I'm in
I want a world to give away
I know what's mine
You'll learn what's yours
I know what you want to see
you scratch my back
and I grow claws
falling in love awkwardly
Dancing in my own good time
my words stick out of your face
if you're not feeling so weak today
somebody will take your place
I know what's mine
you'll learn what's yours
I know what you want to see
you scratch my back
and I grow claws
wheels keep turning over time
this doesn't sit so good
a constant filth remains in seed not getting out
(still lapping) bend of bind,
panic of doubt stilled ambition greed's
isolation imprints sleeve keep your receipt,
these shoes are wearing thin
molded bearings feeble stance
it's all in what you ball inside
the degree you bind
maintained before the presence of defeat
sets your trailed distinctions a pace
refined to you
bend to how you feel
carve what is real
all moments met in your life will
bend tight to you,
clutching you through,
dismissing luggage settled foes
take time to read yourself up
clean spin back vice from hold
take time to repossess your needs
you have and are what you're searching for
worn out start looking around
you're feeling the same as you portray to be
complaining a disease that you won't pass to me
your timing is never just set up and done
your carving distinctions the pace
you refine molded distinctions degree of bind
hard time had by all some long
some not so keep filling shoes keep signature
I don't think you understand.
You've never seen this face before.
I tried to tell you I'm not the man you took me for.
A silhouette, a shell.
No, what you knew was not me.
A façade, a charade.
Now can you see more clearly?
Everything is gone.
I can’t feel anymore.
And now I can expose you for everything you are.
I am perversion and decay.
I am hatred and greed.
I am everything I hid from you.
Now tell me, do you like what you see?
No truth in anything you tell me,
In anything you show me,
In anything you ever do.
Deceit.
You never cared about me.
You never felt for anyone
Unless they had something to offer you.
Don’t let me inside you.
You’re not prepared,
And I can’t turn back before I infect you.
I just want you to see.
So beautiful on the outside.
Yet so obscene on the other side.
And now you recoil from me.
Can you see me in the light?
Do you know me, and were you right?
The weather was absolutely perfect on this morning, so we could see everything very clearly. You knew that there had been a terrible eruption but you couldn't see any machinery, you just see this collapsing ice. When we got closer, the pilot said there was something on the radar that he hadn't seen the day before. Then we saw for the first time what had happened in the crater. We saw no- thing but black ice, covered with ash and then water with floating ice blocks and ash at the bottom. We only got a very brief glimpse but you really felt you were seeing something nobody had seen before. I got really afraid, my heart missed a beat. I felt this had already happened but I was about to see it again....
I want to know how it will end
I want to be sure of what it will cost
I want to strangle the stars for all they've promised
I want you to call me on your drug phone
I want to keep you alive so there's always the
possibility of murder later
I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire
I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a
way to win
I want the name of the ruiner
I want matches in case I have to suddenly burn
I want you to know that being kind is overrated
I want to write my secret across your sky
I want to watch you lose control
I want to watch you lose
I want to know exactly what it's gonna take
I want to see you insert yourself into glory
I want your touches to scar me so I'll know where
you've been
I want you to watch when I go down in flames
I want a list of atrocities done in your name
I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what
reaches back
I want to remember when my nightmares were clearer
I want to be there when your hot black rage rips wide
open
I want to taste my own kind
I want to be wrapped in cold wet sheets to see if it's
different on this side
I want you to come on strong
I want to leave you out in the cold
I want the exact same thing... but different
I want some soft drugs.. some soft, soft drugs
I want to throw you
I want you to know I know
I want to know if you read me
I want to swing with my eyes shut and see what I hit
I want to know just how much you hate me so I can
predict what you'll do
I want you to know the wounds are self-inflicted
I want a controlling interest
I want to be somewhere beautiful when I die
I want to be your secret hater
I want to stop destroying you but I can't
And I want
And I want
And I want
And I will always be hungry
And I want...
And I want...
A thief on the left and one on the right
Up on the hill about twilight
One lived forever, the other died
While a thorny head hung to one side
Two got to heaven from The Killing Ground
When the Lord gets ready, the whip comes down
Two men accused of breaking the law
Up on the side of Golgotha
One man accused of being a king
That's the saddest song I'll ever sing
Two got to heaven from The Killing Ground
Im gonna walk on up to heaven, Im sure youll see me
there.
Might be the last dead man to make it, Hell yes, I know
that Ill get there.
I will be wearing clothes of fire but Im sure youll see
me there.
Im gonna crawl on up to heaven.
I may be trailing you in ashes but you know that I'll be
there.
I will find you there. He kept strange hours, locked
himself away in his room before being seen shouting at
the window.
And, he had murdered his fiance - he sacrificed her for
Deep down in Louisiana
Way down by the 'cane
Lived a Mambo, name of Queenie
She sure deal out some pain
Like the deep ole' Atchafalaya
Her soul was dark as mud
Suck your life out just like quicksand
Leave you choking on your blood
You better pray boy, pray
Because you're prey boy, prey
You better pray boy, pray
Gotta get down on your knees
Old Sonnier got a shotgun
Mad as he could be
Gon' to shoot young Queenie
The girl would not let him be
No chance to pull the trigger
She had him on his knees
Too late to beg for mercy
Sip still, gotta be enough.
Wide palms slap skin, let the hitting begin!
A done deal.
Discarded piles of dignity.
Another anonymous evening of absolut flesh.
And tonight, it’s got to be enough.
It’s got to be enough.
Sip another swig, let the night fill you.
Stranger pour into you.
Peel back what binds you, make you strong!
And it’s ok, mostly.
Today is tonight and tonight’s enough.
Swallow still some sips, Hootchie mamma you is!
Him hot for poker bid.
Stuck his two cents in you.
Done did make bid for next time but...there’s always a
but at the end of nights like this.
It’s got to be enough.
Hip, hand, thigh, back, calf, arm, ass, cheek, teeth,
knee, heel, neck, elbow, ear, tongue, shoulder.
You thinking it is 4am. Baby damn! What I gotta buy is
all for a little pseudoaffectionado.
A purry dreamic plead.
Wanna lick it up?
Quiz over every curve you got.
Furry tongue making brown liquid slot.
Enough tonight. You finally had enough.
There's a song that tells you
About the sounds you hear in the night
The animals crying because they're hungry
And the child crying at night
Because he's hungry and lonely
So take my hand
And walk this land with me
And walk this lovely land with me
So take my hand
And walk this land with me
I hide myself.
Leave no trace in this cold dawn.
Come for me in this lost hour.
This is a game too far.
Don’t look back at the closed door.
I feel the heat.
The game is here.
I feel it like nothing else now.
I hear you call in this cold dawn.
So let’s be done with this. You said “I want you, I
don’t want another, I want a girl who
knows how to suffer.” Chalk down my hands, I need to
work the bars dry. So now
you’re in the middle of someone terrible and you’re
carrying a tiny crucible. Every raw
boy want relief. You tough guys with the glass jaws,
your pins, your backstage laws,
your French positions, your stripper damage. It’s more
than you can hide, more than
you can manage. I’m done with the dark boys, through
with the dark boys, done with the
dark boys, I swear you’ll be the last one. I’m done
with the dark boys, through with the
dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia. You dream
of a girl with silver skin, you
dream of a girl cooled and thinned. She’s gone a bit
blue around the edges. You want a
girl who sucks her thumb when she comes, you’re just
looking for a clean sleep. She
doesn’t want to see you, she wants to be seen by the
cameras, the crews and the soft
machines. You want a girl who could suck the chrome.
You’re so rocked and wrapped in
anguish, some little tragedy I’m slow to extinguish.
Watching the suitors stagger home,
now I’m butcher, now you’re bone. I’m done with the
dark boys, through with the dark
boys, done with the black cotton mafia. I’m done with
the dark boys, through with the
dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you’ll be
the last one. It’s documented,
tequila scented. You want a girl who’s pale and bled,
you want a girl who’s easily led. Her
slim hips, your tight grip, tell me it doesn’t hurt
just a little bit boy. Come in, copy, she
doesn’t read you, she fed the hand that bit her, she
doesn’t need you. Your fill-in girls,
your soft metal foxes, your white receipts, your big,
black boxes. Life doesn’t mean
telling lies, it means enduring what you despise. I’m
done with the dark boys, through
with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear
you’ll be the last one. I’m done, I’m
The weather was absolutely perfect on this morning,
So we could see everything very clearly.
You knew that there had been a terrible eruption
But you couldn't see any machinery,
You just see this collapsing ice.
When we got closer, the pilot said there was something
On the radar that he hadn't seen the day before.
Then we saw for the first time what had happened in the
crater.
We saw nothing but black ice, covered with ash and then
water
With floating ice blocks and ash at the bottom.
[Part 2]
We only got a very brief glimpse but you really felt
You were seeing something nobody had seen before.
I got really afraid,
My heart missed a beat.
I felt this had already happened
Backslider, Backslider, headin' for hell
Caught in a landslide, pure 'caine trail
Paleface, no trace, hidin' from the man
Starin' at the mirror with a gun in your hand
Backslider, Backslider, lost in pain
Can't slay the dragon when he's runnin' through your
veins
Noddin' out, no doubt, hidin' from the man
Starin' at the mirror with a gun in your hand
Backslider, Backslider, sinkin' on down
Like a rooster in a rainstorm, you gon' drown
Got 99 to life
Stabbed a man with a butcher knife
Ain't no way out in sight
All this sufferin' serve me right
Mornin' grub, gon' need me some
But it's covered with spit and cum
Nothin' but water now
Gonna help when I hit that plow
The man sittin' on the hoss
Shotgun says he's boss
Got 99 to life
The bossman's got that gun
Gotcha workin' in the sun
Gotcha poundin' with that hoe
Better finish up that row
Shotgun done gone off
Poor Georgie died with one last cough
He went face down in the dirt
and the boss yelled "back to work!"
So tired I'm stumblin' drunk
Sweat stinkin' like a skunk
Dust dryin' on my brow
Like a mule behind that plow
Got 99 to life
Stabbed a man with a butcher knife
Ain't no way out in sight
Five thousand years, that's a lotta tears
and your world's still crumblin' down
So full of hate, you've sealed your fate
and your world's still crumblin' down
So many scars after all the wars and wars and wars
and your world's still crumblin' down
Your battle cry echoes as you die
and your world's still crumblin' down
The rockets fly across the sky
and your world's still crumblin' down
You take and take, for heaven's sake
and your world's still crumblin' down
You only feel the pain you deal and deal and deal
and your world's still crumblin' down
Peace can't be known, that dove has flown
Well stop, great God, stop there and listen, listen to
the story 'bout Jezebel.
Her sinswere so wicked Jehovah got angry, her soul went
leapin’ and jumpin’ into Hell.
Way back yonder in the olden days, John told Jezebel to
borrow her ways, said her evil deeds had ruined the
land and repent for the kingdom of God was at hand.
She got mad at John
‘cause he told her ‘bout the gospel, told her servants
to boil him in oil.
Well they tell me
God looked from the windows of the heavens, spoke one
word and the oil wouldn’t boil.
He raised his hand, creation trembled, stamped his feet
and time stood still, raised his
voice, looked down and thundered “John! Go do my will."
You got to go to judgment, stand trial.
Then they tell me John moved through the power of the
gospel, told Jezebel her time was nigh.
On the book of life, her days were ended, her time run
out and she had to die.
Well they tell me God walked his footsteps thunderin’,
he moved his head and his eyes flashed fire, clapped
his hands and death come jumpin’, Jehovah was angry,
somebody had to die.
You got to go to judgment, stand trial.
Then Death come knockin' on Jezebel's door and said
"Come on woman ain’t you ready to go?
Of your evil deeds God’s done got tired, you got to go
to judgment, stand trial."
Then Death come leapin’ she jumped into Hell, great God
Almighty I heard them tell.
Nine days she lay in Jerusalem’s streets, her flesh was
too filthy for the dogs to eat.
You got to go to judgment, stand trial.
"Jezebel, mind God's talking, says he's tired of your
evil ways."
I'm not waiting for a king
To rule my mind or anything
I don't need your band of gold
To take me where I need to go
There's an edge to life
That will cut you like a knife
When you lay your head down
There's a castle of sand
That gets kicked in your face
To see how easily you'd fall from grace
There's a piece of dust
That crumbles in your hand
If you decide to lose control
No one can escape
When you find out they're fake
And you want to take the whole lot down
A simple man
Well he could do more
But you can only see the traces
That have gone before
There's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
If you walk the white line
There's a piece of dust that crumbles in your hand
If you decide to lose control
There's a castle of sand that gets kicked in your face
To see how easily you'd fall from grace
Yes, there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
There's an edge to life that will cut you like a knife
When you lay your head down
You know you can't escape when you find out they're fake
And you want to take the whole lot down
There's no truth in the lie that only angels cry
When everybody knows we're all born to die
There's an edge to life that will cut you like a knife
I miss you
There's no power that is such a thrill
That can make a man or anything
I’m gonna walk on up to heaven, I’m sure you’ll see me
there. Might be the last dead man to make it, Hell yes, I
know that I’ll get there. I will be wearing clothes of
fire but I’m sure you’ll see me there. I’m gonna crawl on
up to heaven. I may be trailing you in ashes but you know
that I'll be there. I will find you there. He kept
strange hours, locked himself away in his room before
being seen shouting at the window. And, he had murdered
his fiance - he sacrificed her for the purity of all
Aquell mat em vaig llevar, no recordo on ni tan sols el temps que fa, i tot havia canviat. Per jo no ho sabia, encara, i ms m'hagus valgut no saber-ho mai. El meu mn era petit, per suficient, abans. Deix de ser-ho. La meva vida, un cel particular, nul.la incertesa, dola soledat; ms tard, cau soterrat, previsibilitat maleda, asfixiant allament. Mai res no m'havia fet tanta falta. Ni la sang que per les venes em corre no necessitava amb la mateixa urgncia. Mentre el dolor creixia, de sobte, aquell soroll estrepits, insuportable. Cridant, plorant, vaig crrer. Era incapa de sentir els meus crits, de segur esgarrifosos. De sobte, l'abisme s'obr sota els meus peus. Morir, volia. Recuperar el meu cau, la meva estimada soledat, els meus llimbs, la meva preuada illa. I vaig caure. Queia, sentint-me cada vegada ms prop d'aquell horror, del meu propi dolor, del ms terrorfic despertar dels meus sentits, tot just acabat de descobrir. Ja no recordo quan va ser que vaig despertar aquell fatdic mat, aleshores salvador. No recordo quan fa que estic caient, que caic, veient la fi ms propera cada vegada per amb la incertesa de si mai arribar. Ara el dolor sembla no tenir lmits. El dolor i la por sn tot el que sento. Tinc por de caure per sempre.
Who wouldn’t want a good girl, a soft hand, a gentle
woman for a gentleman?
He said,
"It’s been fine so far but after a while I want more
than a soft style.
I want some slashes to go with those long eyelashes."
And so the bedroom became the black room
but a year later he wanted something more, something I
wasn’t quite prepared for.
He said,
"Every woman has an itch and every nice girl secretly
wants to switch.
I like how the skins look on your white hands.
I’d like you to deliver one of my demands."
He said,
"Every woman has an itch and every nice girl wants to
switch." He led me in and lit the
room with a hundred candles and said "God never gives
you more than you can handle."
I sat astride his chest, "It’s just a thrill," he said,
as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed,"it’s just breath
control."
He whispered "Hold me here" and I did and his head fell
back.
He whispered "Press harder" and I did and his eyes
rolled back. It’s just breath control.
Just breath control.
I saw him go pale.
I saw him seize up,
I felt something creep up like a taste for this.
Like a reward.
A kind of love, a kind of lustmord.
It was a minute then three then five then ten, he
wasn’t coming up again.
I held on for twelve.
I saw him seize and thrash and twist and when he was
still,
I lifted away my wrists and looked at my hands and
tried to understand.
"It’s just a thrill"
I said as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed.
I sat aside his chest, "It’s just a thrill," he said,
"just a thrill.
It’s just breath control."
When it was over, I slipped off the skins and drowned
them in the river where we used to swim and a year
later in a shop,
I was stopped by a man.
He said,
"I know you’re looking for something that’s hard to
find and I think I have what you have in mind."
And he led me to a glass case and looked deep into my
face...
Come on
I need easing
Sulk from the crowd
'Cause I'm ready to get stoned
So long so long
So long so long
Feed me
Come on, show me
Come on, need me
Come on, show me the way
Come on, need me that way
So long
You just never, ever get what you want
You just never, ever get what you need
You just never, ever get what you want
You just never, ever get what you need
Come on, kid, thrill me
Come on, come on, you're my boy
Come on, show me the way
Come on, show me the feeling
So long
You just never, ever get what you want
You just never, ever get what you need
You just never, ever get what you want
You just never, ever get what you need
You just never, ever get what you want
You just never, ever get what you need
You just never, ever get what you want
You just never, ever get what you need
Come on, get what you want
Come on, get what you need
Come on, get what you want
Come on, get what you need
Supreme talks about his baby's mother like a whore.
Sweet 16 she is, with future uncertain, love
incomplete. Soapy days for Jr. and she. At 3, Supreme
comes to give his boy a pat and a pound, put his hoodie
on the couch, his Timberlands up on the chair so his
bitch can bring him a beer. So, this is the Nuclear
family? Mommy, baby... and Daddy makes a mess of his
baby's mother's hair as they fuck 'til her mother comes
in from work. She's playing house, he's playing man and
Jr. is the only one who accepts he's just a child. Wild
nights she had with a swish of her stuff, knocked up to
a waddle, a baby carriage bustle and still gets her
play. But her dream is true romance.. well sorta,
everyday from 3 to 6. Supreme leaves out before Mommy
comes kick his lazy narrow behind back onto the street.
He's not a corner boy. The bodega in the 40's is mid-
block where bullets flock, no names engraved and he may
be next. Shielded by the patron saint of the brothers.
Being there is all there is. Living lovely without
turning the corner, reaching for a swig brings sweat to
his brow and shit to his mouth, dispelling knowledge on
the stuffs, the pleasing things the baby's mother do,
dousing the sidewalk with wretch of a boy/man, breaking
Friday night to seek man/hood in a paper bag. Says,
"Fatherhood is real cool and the kid looks like me so
she better not let nothing happen to him or I’ma kill
the bitch." Sudden twitch to the roll of the wheel,
trained steel stained blue puts punk on the wall for
some trumped up call from precinct 101. Monday at 3,
the baby's mother waits, Jr. in her arms, patiently at
the door, doesn't know what she misses. Locked into the
routine, a project queen. Supreme rode off into the
sunset with a 3 to 6 all his own. Took a week for her
to find out, a minute to promise devotion, her life on
hold as Supreme calls checking on his boy (and the
baby's mother). Life on the outside ain't even worth
it. Shit. Who screwed whom? There’s not enough room in
the pen for them both to stay locked into their little
worlds they will. Leather gear, X skullie, Size 2 Docs.
Man, Jr.’s the fliest shit in nursery care. Paid for by
They, uh, these niggers were trying to make it that I had a hatred against blacks or racials.
They should expect to spend it in jail, and if they go beyond [to sound to be a jail] and they should expect possibly somebody to get killed.
Don't you know that I'm here
And I'm so glad here...
Lead me on through the night
Take my hand, precious Lord
And lead me home
Take my hand, precious Lord
I must urge to maintain the continued separations of the white and negro races according [...?...] the experience [...?...] this court of law.
Amen!
I want you to know that I think that here in this great county are some of the finest people that I have ever known. The people in this county are law-abiding people. I have said that in the past and I say so today.
We want our freedom now! I don't wanna have to go to another memorial! Tired of funerals! Tired of it! Can't you stand up?
[SINGING "WE SHALL OVERCOME"]?
Lead me on through the night
Take my hand, precious Lord
And lead me home
Don't you know that I'm here
Three two one, kick it
Lord help me to believe I've got the need
Killed by the world I'm filled full of greed
Dead to the touch of my human hand
Can't stand, beaten down by a broken old man
Broken men fill a city full of sadness
Broken rooms fill a body full of badness
I need a need other than the sting of sin
I need a sweet kiss to syncopate the rut I'm in
I've got a lover, she clothes me in another
A bad thing to bring, a sacrifice under the covers
She said, cut all that record from inside of me
Like something living made a decision to cease to be
Life isn't like that, life isn't like this
I have a need to know what it is
Have you stopped to see what it is to be free
How the world has become a giant shopping spree
Lord, help me to believe how the word has changed
If it happens enough does it seem the same?
If it happens to me over and over again
Will I cease to feel all the pain I'm in?
Will I cease to feel? Will I start to believe?
Will I need nothing more than the air that I breathe?
Well, why waste breathing on a living death?
Why even bother with another breath?
Why believe, why care, why even fuckin' feel?
Why try to see beyond the evening meal?
They tell me four billion people are alive today
But they say that life is sacred anyway
But then to see it, no one seems to be living
Oh Lord, what is it that we're giving?
You're blind, you're blind
You're blind from the facts
You're blind, you're blind
You're blind from the facts
You're blind
(Getting in line time and time again)
You're blind, you're blind from the facts
You're blind
(While nation after nation stands in peril)
Blind from the facts
Three two one, kick it
I felt life like a kiss in the morning
I heard love like a rainstorm on top of an awning
But then I left home to spend the night alone
And then I saw a man asleep on the cold stone
Was he asleep, maybe dead, maybe dying
I saw in heaven all the angels were crying
I saw myself as I just walked by
I saw another as he turned a blind eye
I saw another as he kicked the man
And that his friends all laughed or didn't take a stand
I burned inside, put my hand through a wall
I cursed the world that there is suffering and cruelty at all
I cursed myself that there is suffering and cruelty in me
That, though my eyes have sight, they're too full to see
That this would be life, like a job and a wife
Like a car and a house and a garden and a knife
Is it freedom to choose what is not a choice?
Or is it freedom to silence what is not a voice?
Is it freedom to have one belief
Or do you choose to a live a life full of grief?
I can't choose what I can't believe
That the way of life is to live and grieve
'Cause I see living as a place in the sun
And the world as a place for a kingdom to come
You may say, I had, you may hate getting in line
Time and time again, you may say, man this life stinks
I wonder how many people today burning in hell
This very hour, burning in hell right now
Never thought it was real until they lived it?
And there are people in the world
That are too intellectual for that, oh man, that's foolish
I wonder how many people today burning in hell
This very hour, burning in hell right now
Never thought it was real until they lived it?
This vacillating congress sits and will do nothing
While nation after nation stands in peril
You're blind, you're blind, you're blind
You may say, I had, you may hate getting in line
Time and time again, you may say, man this life stinks
I wonder how many people today burning in hell
This very hour, burning in hell right now
Never thought it was real until they lived it?
And there are people in the world
If your body's feeling bad
And it's the only one you have
You want to take away the pain
Go out walking in the rain
Watch the flowers go to bed
Ask the man inside your head
Your spirit never has to grieve
All you've got to do's believe
The faith healer, the faith healer
All you've got to do is feel
Your body's going to start to heal
Fingertips of holy fire
Everlasting sweet desire
It don't matter what the doctors say
Healer man, sail away
Immortality for two
Miracles will come to you
The faith healer, the faith healer
Can I put my hands on you
Faith and hope and charity
Simple relativity
He can make you understand
Calm enough to take his hand
Remember when somebody said
Ask the man inside your head
Fingertips and holy fire
Everlasting sweet desire
The faith healer, the faith healer
Can I put my hands on you
I wanna write myself
On the walls of your heart
Because the knot that holds us
Altogether throws us all apart
I'm gonna stop myself
Before I say something true
Because the answers that roll from my tongue
Are nothing to do with you
And I hold a piece up to the light
Hold a piece up to my eye
Found a missing piece from my set
Found a person I'd not met
Hold a piece up to the light
Hold a piece up to my eye
Found a missing piece from my set
Found a person I'd not met
Sometimes is a lonely place
So tow me over to the light
The sound, the sound, it is in sight
Found my heart, was contained within a cell
Found my heart in this tuck-a-way-me world
I hold a piece up to the light
Hold a piece up to my eye
Found a missing piece from my set
Found a person I'd not met
Sometimes is a lonely place
Every time I think I'm gonna wake up
back in the jungle
Every minute I stay in this room
I get weaker
Each time I looked around
the walls moved in a little tighter
I've never seen a man so broken up
ripped apart
They say my name is death
I've never seen a man so broken up
ripped apart
But I'm alive, I am alive
I've never seen a man so broken up
ripped apart
I am born ten thousand times
I've never seen a man so broken up
ripped apart
Ten thousand ways, I'm alive
I am the shadow
I am the evening come
I am your greatest fear
Your greatest love
Born in ten thousand ways
for each and every day
I am alive
I am the victim of lying morality
and so, I am beyond caring
I am born ten thousand times
in ten thousand ways
My head swims in spoilt mothers milk
I am too alive
There are too many of me,
too many to kill
They're in my head
They know my name
My name is death but I am alive,
Carla was on her break from the
Graveyard shift at the mayonnaise factory
She sat at a teetering picnic table
There was a toxic orange moon and it was slightly cold
Carla took out her knife and began etching
Random words into the table's surface
Then, she thought of her co-worker Jack
Carla liked to think of Jack as a luscious apparatus
He was meaty but graceful
His flesh seemed folded onto his body like a suit made of meat
Carla started to think of Jack as a luscious apparatus in a meat suit
Thinking this gave Carla a dreamy smile
Her mouth was small to begin with
But dreaming made it even smaller
That's just how some people are
Their mouths get smaller with dreams
Carla's small mouth was dreaming
As her knife began carving a poem into the table
I like hot voids, smooth pants, lazy beds in the rain
I like tongue petals, lather, a blistering sun
But what I like best is the worship of a luscious apparatus
When Carla was done carving
She went back to her work station
And scooped shiny white goop into jars
That's just how some people are
Their mouths get smaller with dreaming
The next day Jack took his own 1am lunch break
At the same picnic table
He noticed the poem carved into the wood
Although he didn't know who had written it
He coincidentally thought
'Luscious Apparatus' aptly described him
So he took out his own knife and wrote
'Luscious apparatus was here'
After a few days both Jack and Carla
Happened to sit at the picnic table at the same time
They both started to look at the things carved in the table
Then they looked at each other
They knew who each other was
Carla's mouth got small and dreamy
Jack's eyes got round and hot
When they got done with the graveyard shift
They went back to Jack's apartment and had sex
Wordless sex, slow sex, fast sex, talking sex
Sex like animals have, sex like boys have
Sex like girls have, sex upside down, sex inside out
Sex with grins, sex with tears, sex, sex, sex
Then she noticed the knife by the side of Jack's bed
Jack picked the knife up and Carla knew at once
That Jack's wounds were from carving himself
Jack was trying to carve poems into himself
And now he wanted to carve some in her
This was where she drew the line
She'd have any kind of sex but not with a knife
When Carla refused to let Jack carve her up
Jack felt cheated and misled
He felt that by carving a poem in the table
Carla had been begging to be carved upon
Carla didn't see it that way at all
She got up and started putting on her clothes
Jack went nuts, he was coming at her with a knife
Carla was scared, Carla was shaking and sweating
Then, because she was small and could move fast
She ducked and Jack tripped and fell
And impaled himself in the arm with his own knife
He howled and howled and Carla got the hell out of there fast
Take off your nightshirt mama, and your gown
Maybe 'fore day we're gonna shake 'em on down
Bukka's stopped hollerin'
Oh, must I shake 'em on down
I done stopped hollerin' mama
Must I shake 'em on down
Too much of jelly to be throwed away
Save this jelly for some old rainy day
Bukka's stopped hollerin'
Oh, must I shake 'em on down
I done stopped hollerin' mama
Must I shake 'em on down
Fix my supper and let me go to bed
This white light'nin' done gone to my head
Must I holler, Oh, must I shake 'em on down
I done stopped hollerin' mama
Must I shake 'em on down
Ain't been in Georgia but I've been told
Georgia women got the best jellyroll
Bukka's stopped hollerin'
Oh, must I shake 'em on down
I done stopped hollerin' mama
Must I shake 'em on down
See, see, mama what you gone done
Made me love you now your man done come
Bukka's stopped hollerin'
Oh, must I shake 'em on down
I done stopped hollerin' mama
Must I shake 'em on down
Baby got somethin' I don't know what it is
Made me drunker than a whiskey still
Bukka's stopped hollerin'
Oh, must I shake 'em on down
I done stopped hollerin' mama
I've been waiting
Intruders just keep coming
Intruders just keep coming
Intruders just keep coming
Did you ever wish that something
Would come and save you?
Did you ever hope that someone
Would come through for you?
I've been waiting
To receive my emancipation
Intruders just keep coming
Intruders just keep coming
Intruders just keep coming
Intruders just keep coming
Intruders just keep coming
Intruders just keep coming
Intruders just keep coming
Intruders just keep coming
Intruders just keep coming
Down, down, down
Here I go again, oh no
I'll take a knife, I'll take a blade
I'll take a line of anything that you've got
I'll take a knife, I'll take a blade
I'll take a line of anything that you've got
I'll take a knife, I'll take a blade
I'll take a line of anything that you've got
I'll take a knife, I'll take a blade
I'll take a line of anything that you've got
Down, down, down
Here I go again, oh no
'Round and 'round
Here we go again, oh no
Down, down, down
Here I go again, oh no
'Round and 'round
Here we go again, oh no
Intruders just keep coming
Intruders just keep coming
Intruders just keep coming
A girl who can't shake off the smell
of a man she met but didn't know well
She thinks she feels him in her skin
She thinks she sees his sideways grin
She sees him on the street by chance
Follows him as if entranced
Gets on a train that he gets on
A girl like this she is possessed
She sits two seats behind his own,
can hear him sigh, a little moan
She wonders what he's thinking of
as he removes his right hand glove
She notices his hand is strange
as if the bones were rearranged
She thinks of what she'll say to him
She hears it playing deep within
You're all I need to get high
The man jumps to his feet just then
Slips out the train and round a bend
She almost loses sight of him
Shuts her eyes, thinks of his skin
She catches up just as he goes
into a bar and down below
to where cases of wine are stacked
There is no light, it's nearly black
You're all I need to get high
He turns around to face her then
his right hand seems to claw the air
She doesn't know why she came here
She doesn't know what possessed her
Sweat's running down her spine
But then he breaks into a smile
that lights up his whole face
And then he starts to laugh and laugh and laugh,
And then he says "I've thought about you
since that day we met but barely spoke"
They start to kiss
He rubs his hand inside her tight's inner band
She shivers up against him hard
She reaches inside of him far
But then she stops, she pulls away
She starts to go and he tells her "stay"
But she walks determined up the stairs
She sways a bit, she flaunts her wares
She's got him where she wants him now
She knows he'll follow hard
and how anything she says will go
Any yes she'll turn to no
He follows her outside and says
"Hey wait, don't go, stay here"
She turns around and sneers at him
With your wild, call the pace
Taste the tracks of the waste
With your wild, with your sweet
With your cold black-eyed teeth
I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray
Let it slide, let it slide
Ignore me and everything I've done
For I am stupid, I am poison
I take this one and I taste the tracks
I taste the tracks of the waste in my head
And you face me instead
I must be drifting somewhere
I held in my hand but it's hard
So hard to see reason
The burning is here
Is only here to follow through
But here it is harder than a screaming fist and I hate it
It's dark behind your smile and I can follow through
Let it slide, let it slide
Ignore me and everything I've done
For words, like bullets they know when to come
And taste the tracks, and taste the tracks
Of the waste in my head and you face me instead
Well, ignore me and everything I said
For I am stupid, I am poison
I held in my hand but it's hard
So hard to see reason
It's dark behind your smile
And I can follow through
I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray
With your wild, call the pace
Taste the track of the waste
With your wild, with your sweet
Closer please, closer
Closer please, closer
Closer please, closer
Closer please, closer
Closer
That is his nature
That is his nature
That is his nature
That is his nature
No, no, no, no
Closer please, closer
Closer please, closer
Closer please, closer
Closer please
I can make a perfect picture from a voice
Her serenity oozed into my ear
It didn't take long for her to know me, and I knew it felt good
"Pick me up and use me, pick me up and use me"
She was saying, she she
You are nothing
You are nothing without me
You are nothing
You are nothing without me
If I am taken
You think that you can live again
But you are nothing
You are nothing without me
You know I'm here for you, right here for you
See I am the punished one
She, she took all the glory
She took everything, everything I had to give
Sucking it out of me
But I am always gonna be here
Because I am the punished one
She took everything
She took all the glory, everything I had to give
Sucking it out of me
Sucking it out of me
Sucking it out of me
You are nothing
You are nothing without me
You are nothing
You are nothing without me
If I am taken
You think that you can live again
But you are nothing
You are nothing without me
Without me, you're nothing
First verse is a volley of words
and I'm sorry if it hurts but my anger burns
A conservative curse covers the land
I'll be a spanner in the works of your fucked up plans
Mr prime minister explain once again
why our country is at war but we all feel ashamed
Tell me what you'd say to all the parents of the dead,
of the soldiers who have fallen or the civilians bathed in red
This ain't a just war, it's just war and business
the aggressive pursuit of financial interest
the sycophantic pandering to US foreign policy
don't confuse this issue with our economy
Call me unpatriotic if I get this off my chest
I'm as Australian as political protest,
agitators, immigrants, misfits and underdogs
and you know what? That's the Australia I'm proud of
Being wary is good...
Australians all let us recoil
For we have no idea
We go to war for wealth and oil
Our home is girt by fear
Our land abounds in growing rifts
Dividing rich and poor
In histories page this is the age
Of fair justice ignored
(yeah)
Now the rulers they measure the indifference
can you live with this history blistering
like Coober Pedy opal images
Social conditions, no one will openly visit
the atrocious revisions of our forefathers decision
that cast a shadow like a desert oak but through my periscope
I can see the descendants hoping for a better sentence yo
Listen close up to the hum of the land
wheat belt sort of thirsty for some sustenance and
the indelible scars from years of pastoralists hands
I can't understand the land marks of the man
Grandson and grandfather, a real rift between them
The generation gap is gradually receding
leaving only but a trace of what wars where faced
and what thoughts where paced in courts and states
and what locked doors erase soft spots from lost wars
and faith is a word we don't give enough weight
(these days) I'm on the train and I'm feeling kind of sad
(these days) I want the rain just to nourish up the land
(these days) I'm looking for a song to sing under my breath
'cuase traditional colonial jigs they don't represent me
Australians all let us recoil
For we have no idea
We go to war for wealth and oil
Our home is girt by fear
Our land abounds in growing rifts
Dividing rich and poor
In histories page this is the age
Recoil
Get up
What you see ain't what you get
Never knew looks can deceive
Find me a tower high enough to fall
Say can you feel me?
I'm rotting from inside
Say can you heal me?
CHORUS:
Outside all the doors are open
We close the eyes within
...Can you see me falling?
Getting whipped by reality
Getting whipped by life
We hide behind the words not spoken
Close the eyes within
...Can you see me falling?
Getting whipped by reality
Getting whipped by life
We recoil
Get up
What I thought was never said
Better know when it's time to leave
Broken in half and still seen standing tall
Say can you feel me?
I'm rotting from inside
Say can you heal me?
CHORUS
Get together, you all
Break your tether, you all
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