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CHINESE FINGER TRAMPS
07:16
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ARCHETYPE PROTOTYPE
01:47
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[ARCHETYPE PROTOTYPE:]
I STOLE THE SUGAR FROM THE BOILING SEA
I’M SELLING HAIRS OFF THE NEW BORN BABIES
I’M BURNING DOWN THE WOMEN’S AUXILIARY
(TO PROVE) THE SEXUAL REVOLUTION WAS ALL IN VAIN
I’M YOUR ARCHETYPE
I’M TAKING BULLETS FOR YOU
I’M YOUR PROTOTYPE
BREAK THE NUMBERS DOWN TO SECONDS
I’M THE ARCHETYPE PROTOTYPE
WHO’S YOUR ELECTRIC LOVER?
I’M LIVING LIFETIMES IN YOUR DYING BREATH
I’M KAMIKAZE FOR THE RED HERRING DRAGNET
I’M DOCTOR DOCTOR ’CAUSE I’M LOSING MY PATIENTS
I’M EVERYWHERE I HAVEN’T BEEN YET
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XANALOGUE XANALOGUE
04:22
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XANALOGUE,XANALOGUE:]
I PULLED THE SKY FROM BABYLON
I’M NOT A RICH MAN, I’M NOT A...
NOW I’M WAITING, WAITING TO WAKE UP
AND I’M WORKING SO HARD FOR THE CZECH REPUBLIC
I’VE SEEN THE BRIGHT LIGHTS OF THE CITY
THEY GO OFF, THEY GO ON, THEY GO OFF, THEY GO ON (DEGO-WOP SKANK)
...AND STAND BY ME AND THE BRIGHT LIGHTS OF THE CITY
THE SPOT LIGHTS SINK THE TRAUMA SO PRETTY
XANALOGUE, XANALOGUE
(I NEED MY ANALOGUE)
XANALOGUE, I NEED MY TIME FOR THE RADIO
AND I’VE BEEN THROUGH THE NIGHTS OF THE LONELY TRIAL
OH, XANALOGUE TAKE ME HOME...
(CHORUS)
’CAUSE I’VE GOT THE MATCH FOR ROME
AND I’VE GOT NOTHING TO LOSE
I’VE CROSSED THE FAUST FOR SOUL
AS WE LISTEN TO THE A/F RADIO...
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[...THROUGH THE VERACOSE VEILS..:]
SOME PEOPLE SAY NEW BEGINNING WITH THE TV ON
SOME PEOPLE BUY NEW BEGINNINGS, BUT NOT FOR ME
I’M WAKING UP, SOFT, TO THE TONE
OF A LATE NIGHT TOUCH MUTINY
AND I’VE PULLED OUT TOO MANY PAGES FROM THE BIBLE
THAT THERE’S NO SALVATION LEFT FOR ME...
I’M PRACTICING THE SPEECH TO MY OWN EULOGY
NOT EVEN MOTHER MARY WILL COME WEEPING FOR ME.
QUE THE CONFETTI, ARE YOU READY?
TO BE REBORN...
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HOPE GOES BOTH WAYS
01:49
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[HOPE GOES BOTH WAYS:]
KNOWN ABOUT THE BOARD DEAL, SOFT BLUE DETAIL
LEECHING OFF THE LIME LIGHT, GEOMETRIC BY NIGHT
DEATH RAY DAWN YOU SWEAR THAT SUN IS MACHINE
KALEIDOSCOPE STATION
HIGH NOOSE, LAST SHIFT
LIVING IN THE SALT FLATS, WAITING FOR THE LAST LAUGH
I CAN SMELL THE VULTURES CLOSING IN
CAN’T SPOT THE LIPS, BUT I CAN ALWAYS SMELL A RAT
...I’M NEVER GOING BACK...
GROWING LIKE A HANG NAIL, LYING ON THE CANDLES
WHERE WILL I BE NEXT? BERLIN? QUEBEC?
I CAN TELL THE FEAR IS BACK AGAIN
CLAMP AND BASSOON ALWAYS LEAVING ON QUE
LIVING IN THE DAYTIME, SLEEPING IN THE NIGHTTIME
I WAVE GOODBYE TO OUR GYPSY STYE
DON’T KNOW THE SUN FROM THE SORROW ANYMORE
BECAUSE I’M NEVER GOING BACK...
WHAT COLOR DO YOU WANT YOUR DEATHBED, SON?
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6. |
SEND ME A DEAR
02:28
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[SEND ME A DEAR:]
MY BABY’S GONE FAR AWAY
SHE’S MY NEW WORLD ORDER
LAST GLANCE AT A DELTA RAY
AND I’LL NEVER FORGET HER
STAND BY, ALGERINE, AS WE CROSS EVERY T AND DOT THE I’S
THE WIVES LEAK BLACK BOMBAZINE, AS THEY STRAIGHTEN A RELEASE OF A WINDSOR TIE
DON’T SLEEP, MY CONCUBINE, THERE’S SEVEN SEAS TO DISCOVER
FELINE HELD FOUR OF A KIND, SHE HELD THE SIN BY ELECTRIC LOVER
A TRUE LOVE IN IODINE, PERHAPS A SIREN IN A SEA OF KETAMINE
WORN SHEENS OF PAVONINE, AND A VENDETTA OF DECEIT TO AMPHETAMINE
DON’T WEEP, MY PREDESTINE, BECAUSE YOU’RE RARER THAN A FOUR LEAFED CLOVER
SHE REPLIED LIKE A PORCUPINE, SHE SOLD MY HEART TO ELECTRIC LOVER
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7. |
THE VELVET TOUCH
03:43
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[THE VELVET TOUCH:]
PROMENADE, SHARK TEETH AND EVERYTHING
WHEN YOU’RE LOOKING FOR SALVATION BUT IT JUST WON’T BITE
CONVERT TO BLACKOUT STROLL
HESITATIONS GONE IPECACK
SO PUT YOUR KNIFE IN THE BACK
LOOKS LIKE THE CZECHS IN THE BANK
WELL, 13 IN SALVATIONS CALLED THE VELVET TOUCH
XANALOGUE SINGING TOO MUCH IS TOO MUCH
CONFESSING YOUR OBSESSION WITH THE GREAT DEPRESSION
SURE GLAD I’M NOT HER TONIGHT
MASQUERADE, FIVE DECIDE DINNER LEGS
WHEN YOU’RE LOOKING FOR TEMPTATION BUT IT’S JUST ALL TRIPE
THEY HAD THE VIOLENT FOUR
AND A KISS GONE CHLOROFORM
WE SHOOK YOUR SUPPLE SKIN AND DREAMED OF DOPPLE AMPHERAMONE
13 IN SALVATIONS CALLED THE VELVET TOUCH
COMB THE IRON CURTAIN AND CARVE HER NAME ON THE CRUTCH
DECODING THE LESSON ABOUT THE GREAT DEPRESSION
AND I’M SURE THAT THEY’RE GOING TO HANG
TOOK THE CURE ABOUT AN HOUR AGO
BLACK SUN WHISPERING
TROUVELOT’S GOLD
I’VE FELT THE TOUCH
THE VELVET TOUCH
AND IT’S ONE FOR THE OUROBOROS
AS WE WERE SWINGING BY OUR NUCES
OUR LAST PLEA WAS TOUCH
A VIBRATO OF STACCATO WAS MY IRON TONGUE
I’VE SEEN A VISION
OF VICIOUS MISSES
NOW IT’S ONE FOR THE OUROBOROS
P.C.: I’LL TAKE THE RIGHT TRAMP
YOU TAKE THE LEFT
CAUSE IF THIS SERPENT STOPS BREATHING
THEN WE’RE OVER AND DEAD
SHE’S PLAYING BOTH SIDES
SHE WAS THE BEST
AND AS WE LOOKED INTO THE SIDEBAR
THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT TO IT
SO SNUFF THE HARLOTS/ THE MEN OF WAR
CAUSE IF THE FIRE’S ALWAYS BURNING THEN
IT’S JUNGLES RULES, MAN.
SHE KNOWS YOUR FALLING FOR HER SOS
YOU WANT A MISSES, WELL YOU’RE BLOWING ALL YOUR KISSES
SHE’S JUST DECIDED THAT THIS LAND SHALL BE DIVIDED
SO IF YOU TAKE ALL THE SEAS
I’LL MAKE SURE LOVE IS DEAD...
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8. |
FEAR THE VIRGO
00:40
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[FEAR THE VIRGO:]
THE SAINT HAS DIED, THE SAINT HATH RIZEN
THE SAINT WILL COME AGAIN, FOR THE SAINT IS DEAD...
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9. |
CZECH IZ YOUR MASTER
09:01
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CONTROL
CONTRIVE
CONTRACT
CONSTRICT
CHECK YOUR MASTER
CZECH IZ YOUR MASTER
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[IN E. LEOPOLD TROUVELOT:]
WELL I’M GOING TO DIE IN MEMPHIS
AND SLEEP IS A SICKNESS
WELL I WAS BORN A CAPRICORN
AND IT’S IN E. LEOPOLD THAT WE TRUST
NOW LOOK INTO THAT CRYSTAL BALL
EGO IS YOUR ONLY TRUE LOVE
IN THE DIAMONDETTE SHE SAID WHY WON’T YOU FORGET IT?
I SAID WHEN’S THE BABY DUE SHE SAID 3 MONTHS AGO
ARIES EYES AND VINYL SKIES ARE JUST PROOF TO YOU
I’VE BEEN WAITING IN THE PACK WITH THE HEARTS AND THE JACKS UNTIL OUR NEXT
RENDEZVOUS
DRINKING HEMLOCK TREE UNDER THE OLIVE TREE
HEY, THERE’S GOT TO BE A FUNERAL DROUGHT.
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DOVE EYED CURTSEY
02:01
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[DO THE DOVEYED CURTSEY:]
9 LIVES TOOK THE OATH
HAVE I TOLD YOU WHO I LOVE THE MOST?
TWELVE PAIRS HANGING HIGH
TWELVE KNIGHTS RIDING BY
EACH KNIGHT TOOK A DEAR
YET LEFT A DOZEN THERE
SO KICK OFF YER HIGH HEELED SHOES
AND BABY BRONZE THEM BLUES
SAY YOU NEED ME
LIKE ADOPTION TEETH
THOUGH I COULD NEVER BELIEVE IT
IT WAS A DEAR THAT I ASKED TO SEND AND WHAT I GOT WAS THE MEMPHIS BENDS
SWALLOW SWORDS AND YOU’RE GETTING THIRSTY THAT’S WHEN YOU’RE DOING THE DOVEYED
CURTSEY
AND WITH A WISH COMES THE KISS OF ENVY
WHY WAIT TO DOUBLE CROSS,
WHEN IN THE END IT’S TABLE SALT
SO FOLLOW THE SOFT BLUES HUES
AND DIP YOUR DOGTAGS IN SOME BOOZE
YOU’VE GOT THE CHARM TO TURN ON THE ALARMS
THE DEATH KNELL OF ELECTRIC LOVE
COME ON BOYS, COME ON GIRLS
LET’S START A NEW REVOLUTION ABOUT ME
THERE AIN’T NO SAINT OR SIN
WHEN THE CIRCLE IS CLOSING IN...
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12. |
THE GREAT DEPRESSION
06:41
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13. |
DIAMONDS IN THE GUTTER
02:32
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14. |
THE CIRCLE IS CLOSING IN
01:41
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[THE CIRCLE IS CLOSING IN:]
BACK ON THE TRACK TO ELECTRIC LOVE BLACK LIST
THE SOFT BLUE DETAILS WHEN TOO SOON IS YOUR HABIT
TAKE ME UP, CHARIOT
YOU’RE LIKE CLOCKWORK WHEN THE BARON’S SIN
YOU’RE LIKE CLOCKWORK WHEN THE LINES RUN COLD
OR LIKE A FAMINE WHEN THE TIGHT ROPES GONE
TYING OUR TOUNGUES TO THE HANDS OF GOD
SOUND SORTED LUNGS AND RELEASE THE DOVES
AND ALL THE DEBUTANTES ARE CRYING OUT FOR LOVE
I THOUGHT I’D MISS YOU WITH YOUR BLANK CITY DRONE
I NEVER THOUGHT A KISS COULD KILL YOU
TOUCHE TOUCHE, LIKE CADAVERS IN THE SEA
AND THE FELINE’S PURPLE HEART ONLY BELONGS TO ME
SO GANG MY GREEN
AND KISS ME WITH THE CURSE OF ENVY
THE CIRCLE IS CLOSING IN
DOVE-EYED, WITH THE BARREN’S SIN
THE CIRCLE IS CLOSING IN
THERE WAS A SNAKE IN THE SKIN OF A SAINT
AND I KNOW I CHARM OYSTERS TO PEARLS EVERY NIGHT
AND I KNOW THERE’S NINE LIVES BEFORE IT’S DEATH TO THE CLASSICS
CAST ME INCOGNITO UNTIL EXCUSES LINE THE SHORE
IT WAS A BALL IN THIS SURRENDER
WE HAD IT ALL, LIKE WE THOUGHT WE SHOULD
ON THE HORIZON, A GUILTY MOON A RISING
PICK MY POISON, A PISCES PILL I’VE CHOSEN
WHAT NOTE DO YOU WANT YOUR DEATH KNELL, SON?
THE CIRCLE IS CLOSING IN.
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[BLACK MUSIC FOR BEAR TRAPS:]
OUR HEARTS WERE ASLEEP BY THE CRIME LIGHT ASSASSIN
NO, I NEVER EVER NEVER MET A CZECH I LIKED
PUT MY POWDERED WIG ON AND YOU WHISPERED SOMETHING
AND LIKE A SOVEREIGN OF THE CHEMICALS, YOU WERE RIGHT.
SHIVERS LIKE GOSSIP, PALE LIKE A VIRTUE
SLEEPING ON A BED OF ROSES TONIGHT
HEAL THE PURPLE HEART, FOR THE EELS IN THE DARK
OR CALL THE COSMOPOLITAN, SHE’LL KNOW WHAT TO DO
CAUSE I LIVE IN THE CITY OF ANGELS
I LIVE IN THE CITY OF ANGELS
I LIVE IN THE CITY OF ANGELS
I’M A DEVIL
THE FOUR WERE BLUSHING, GUSHING LIKE GEYSERS
WELL I NEVER EVER NEVER MET A TRAMP I LIKED
AT THE GYPSY MOTH BANQUET, YOU’RE EPITOMIZING
BEHIND THE VERACOSE VEIL, THEY’LL FEEL YOU LIKE BRAILLE
WIDOWMAKER WORE OUR MOTHER’S SKIN,
THE SUN HAS SOLD US OUT AGAIN
SIAMESE FINK, WORN LIKE MINK
CAN’T YOU SLEEP WITH RED TIDE GLARING?
HERE’S TO THE VIOLENT FOUR
CONTROL CONTRIVE CONTRACT CONSTRICT
HUNGRY AGAIN, MAIDEN HEAD?
COMBING THE SALT OFF OF THEIR RUINED DISGUISES
CONJOINED A NEW PREY IN THE CITY OF MUSES
YET I AM THE PLAGUE OF THE MODERN AGE
JUST DROWNING IN THE SALT OF THE EARTH..
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16. |
RED HERRING DRAGNET
02:21
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[Red Herring Dragnet:]
Appetite Republican, place mat Democrat
Napkin love letters and rel-i-gious goodbyes
Nights were blacker than a Harlem prom
They used girls like bubblegum
And me? I’m just waiting for my one
Chasing cars to Scotland Yard,
Women’s hips speak like the words of god
And the bathroom mirror whispers: oh so si-lent-ly
Speaking of the devil, he’s just parked outside the window
And he says he ’ain’t waiting all day for me’
Feel the heat like summer,
When it was just like my dead brother
And nobody knew him, but still, I miss this man.
Someone’s going to die like latin for you
But that someone ain’t going to be me
Dear Kitten snares off laundry smell and gigantic men can always tell
which ones which surely break and cry
Hidden bugs and undercover, parents who still love each other
; all of ’em you barely see any-more
Safe; there’s nothing in it, except a blank will with ink stains on it
Well to me, in my profession, nothing’s a surprise
I cracked his ribs like Sunday bridge games keep the geezers on their feets
And at that age I hope I’m dead and gone; but I just won’t die
Kitten invited me to her picnic, where we’ve been bobbing down for apples
except this time, My Ruby, didn’t come up for another try
I told the papers and the D.A. that ruby was set up by her movies
Wilson turns to Smith :"...and brother, I don’t trust a guy
who never looks you in the eyes"
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18. |
THE LAST LAUGH AT LAST
03:35
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[THE LAST LAUGH AT LAST:]
CALMLY SLEEP THE SLUMBER
SALT DREAMS COAT OUR SUMMER
FALL LEAVE ME OUT FOREVER
CANDY COAT OUR SECRETS
EXCOMMINCATE OUR REGRETS
AND ALL OUR AUTUM AIR WILL TURN TO GOLD
THE WAY WE STICK- SIAMESE EYES
THE WAY YOU SPILL- SOFT DISGUISE
THE LIGHTS ARE AT HOME
THE FUTURE’S OUR OWN
THE WAY WE TALK- DIAMONDS RING
THE WAY YOU STOP LISTENING
THE LIGHTS ARE AT HOME
THE FUTURE’S OUR OWN
-AND OUR FATE IS YET UNKNOWN
BUT I GET THIS FEELING, WHEN I’M WITH YOU
THAT WE CAN TALK IN OUR SLEEP
CONQUER THE THINGS THAT WE’VE NEVER SEEN
AND WE’LL NEVER BE ALONE
NEVER BE ALONE
AND THE LIGHTS ARE THE VILLAINS
VENUS BURNS OF PERFUME
WHITER (THAN)A PORCELIN MOON
PHEONIX SATELLITES: WE BURN, DARLING, BURN
REMEMBER OUR DYING EMBERS?
ODDS SAY WE’LL DEVOUR EACH OTHER
STAR CROSSED- OUR FINGERS SO TIGHT THAT WE RACE OUR OWN HEARTS
SO THEY’LL NEVER BEAT APART
THE WAY YOU SPEAK: CHROLOFORM
THAT FIRST TASTE OF PHERAMONE
THE LIGHTS ARE AT HOME
THE FUTURES OUR OWN
A PRE-DESTEND MYSTERY
FOR REWRITING HISTORY
THE LIGHTS AT HOME
THE FUTURE’S OUR OWN
AND OUR LIVES SHALL BE RETOLD
RECALLING SAPHIRE HORIZONS OF YOUTH
RESTING OUR KAMAKAZIE BONES
FORTUNE’S OF MELANCHOLY DIAL TONES
WHEN WE WERE WELL KNOWN
WHEN WE WERE THE VILLAINS
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