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Nazgul Says
05:25
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Nazgul Says
Well, It came right from the West Coast / And into my room / Like a sea wind suddenly warm / Now I’m carrying the sun in a wheelchair / All the way down to the mall / Carrying the sun in a wheelchair / All the way down to the mall // Did I say something wrong / When I opened my mouth for the first time / And the hummingbird flew / Free for a second / And was beaten to death by the pigs? / Beaten to death by the pigs / Beaten to death... // Oh, I’m a little tender soul / A little tender soul / That’s what the Nazgul said / Trapped into this bloody mess / Trapped into this bloody mess // Now I’m carrying the sun in a wheelchair / Pouring light on girls and dogs / Carrying the sun in a wheelchair / All the way down to the mall // Did I do something wrong / when I asked to be touched / and you opened your hand / And the bird that was there / flew for a second / And was beaten to death by the pigs? / Beaten to death by the pigs / Beaten to death… // Oh I’m a little lost boy / That’s what the creature said in a hiss / And got beaten to death by the pigs / Refuse / Resist / Refuse / Resist.
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Hole of a Soul
03:42
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Hole of a Soul
Well I’m living in the hole of a soul / And it feels like a rotten tooth / But I swear that I love this poor home / Like you love a well or a root // Yes I live inside the skull of a cat / Everything is carved in stone / And every sound has a mineral charm / With no love and no harm // Long ago in the shadow of the mansion / No, I couldnt feel that breeze / Long ago in the shadow of my passion / Well, I couldnt feel this / Lack of need / This lack of need I feel // Well I’m living in the hole of a soul / I know your world’s dead and gone / Here’s cheap and water runs free / between the question and the deep blue me // Outside the room where we’re fucking / All the specters come and go… / Just keep waiting on the shore / Just keep looking for the word / Just keep sucking on your bone / Just keep digging up your grave // Long ago in the shadow of the mansion / Well, I couldnt feel that breeze / Long ago in the battlefield of passions / ell, I couldnt feel this / Lack of need / This lack of need I feel // Well, I rest now in the bone of a bone / Dive inside its honey glow / And every time I lay my head down / I can hear the atoms flow.
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Illumination
04:55
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Illumination
Came here / from my valley quiet and green / You stare at me / Trying to find yourself in a drag like this / I live / As a letter still to send / Stranded in the city / With a broken hand // Came here / From a different state of mind / Beware of what you’re searching / You might just find / I live / On the wrong side of the trend / Stranded in the city / With a broken hand // I’ve stared into the clouded walls / I’ve followed the crow on the flagpole / & listened to the strangest tune / Money being counted on // So all your resurrection tales / And all your cautionary trash / You know that you can take them home with you / And shove them up your ass // Illumination / Comes at a cost / Illumination / Comes at a cost.
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Digital Mother
03:54
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Digital Mother
As I’m already dead, just like everyone else / I can now leave this hall and carry the night in my pocket / And step like a mouse, pass like a cloud / Walk beyond the realm of our digital mother // As I’m not even a breeze, just like you are / I can roam all this worlds that are many and one / I’ll be there in the stream, with a joke and a hiss / Far past the rage of our digital mother // Listen, child / If you are eager to know / to the absence of meaning / (to the) absence of tone // As I’ve never been here I can sing with no words / An unconscious smile that just came to your face / In the thread of blue light between zero and the other / Far from the realms of our digital mother // Listen, child / If you are eager to know / to the absence of meaning / Absence of tone // Once I thought I was me, then I thought I was you / But what kind of truth could that bring? / Now we lay in the stone and we dance in the sun / Now we smile at the blank and we flow / Down in the river of silver, far… / Far from the breath of our digital ma.
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Eve of All Churches Burning
Eve of all churches burning / Eve of hungover friends on the phone and desolated rooms / Eve of of cigarrete marks / as interconnected lakes across your arms / and old lies creeping up your spine / Eve of Avalon pillaged and revenge porn for the blind / Eve of the sun being replaced with a purulent smile / And babies used as ashtrays // Eve of all churches burnt / and all / money / spent // So let’s celebrate, now / Your wit, your charm, your clarity / Embracing the world / Your cool transgender activism and / Animal fight / Just twitted while you drive back / to mom and dad’s / for Christmas diner / The night is chillin’ / and stars shine precise and defined / Like wishes hanging on a clothes line // Yeah, let’s celebrate fine young men blooming / And the vague metallic taste inside / The shape of the old building / turned into a tiny room / And the old blood turned / into a tame slow river // Cause it’s eve of all churches burning / Eve of all churches burnt.
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6. |
New Town
08:32
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New Town
People come and gather by the Neon Café / Everybody coming round with something to sell // I lay in the dark listening to Neutral Milk Hotel / They were a good band, in the end / It’s night and I been thinkin’ about things I did in the past / & some other shit that I just said / & I’m remembering Johnny, I can even see him, cigarrete in hand / Saying “there’s a time to do and then one to regret” / & the halo of smoke still floats there / New room // Children don’t play round here no more, it’s quiet / They are now somewhere else, being taught how to kill / And for a moment, baby, I wish I could see your ghost / Floating down Elizabeth Street and waiting for me at the store / But what can we expect from / The blind leading the blind / To the grand final all ages black mass / Under a giant facebook sign? / Old town / New town / Old town /New town // With all your bright lights and your walmarts /And your old farts who think they play it cool / Covered in tons of seaweed and dry sperm / & Well fed with evening news… / Oh, They will track you down / Yeah, they will track you down / They’re always looking for the right branch / To hang each and every fool / & they found you / Old town / New town /Old town /New town // People come and gather by the Neon Café / Everybody coming round with something to sell // Your father worked and died here, and that makes you proud / You will always be my friend but you never were that bright / And your mother got married on that old church down the lane / But she was already dead by then and then she went insane / And your sister ran away & she lives in the world somewhere / Nobody can even imagine all the fun she’s missing out there / Yeah, your sister ran away… / Old town / New town /Old town / New town // So I was thinking about Johnny & the way he died / After licking life right to the bone from his midnight bowl of rice / And I know there’s no mercy in such a place / For a kind but troubled mind / The fuck they give is all the fuck you’ll get / Under this paper moon that never sets / Old town / Old town / New town / New town/ Old town / Oh there is no town at all / Old town / No town.
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7. |
Read it on my Palm
04:07
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Read it on my Palm
Here’s the hand that i found in the dirt / At the trailer park / Here’s the hand that I saved from the trash / Dim like a star / Here is the moment and the hour gone / Glowing in the dark / Here the day and the way it got killed / And buried in the yard // Here’s the ticket to the setting sun / And the birthday mark / Here is the drunkard comin’ home at dawn / Like a silent bark / Here’s your world found on a bin / In the backyard of Tornadoes’ Inn / Here’s the drag life’s turned you to / And the shape you’re in // Come on, you can read it on my palm // Here’s the infant and the grown up man / Melting in the dark / Here’s the echo of an ancient voice (truth) / Turned into alt facts / Here’s the distance and the journey done / Father turning into the son / Here the child that needed love / And his fascist clone // Come on, you can read it on my palm.
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8. |
Everybody is Weak
03:04
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Everybody is Weak
So you live in Madrid but you move like Iggy Pop / From roof to roof, you never drop, do you? / We need you fit, we need you in / We need some kind of true original /Original sin / ‘Cause everybody’s weak / Yeah, everybody’s weak // Yeah, you live next door but you come from real far / A true star like, burning blue, you’ll never fall, Will you? / We need you awake, we need you in / We need some kind of true original / Original sin / Cause everybody’s weak / Yeah, everybody’s weak / Everybody’s weak / And the ones who are not weak they’re getting sick / They’re getting sick // Oh poor child, poor child / Welcome to the golden age of stupidity / When people no longer know how to behave / In the presence of a rock&roll god / When people no longer know how to stand / In the presence of life itself // ‘Cause everybody’s weak / Yeah, everybody’s weak / Everybody’s weak / And the ones who are not weak they’re getting sick / They’re getting sick.
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9. |
Pay in Rain
04:32
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Pay in Rain
Crossing through autumn / carrying the blame / you stare at the faces / but they’re all the same / They’re leaning on Jesus / You’re leaning on her / They’ve paid in anger / You’ve paid with yourself / Crossing through wintertime / Passing the field / There’s not much here / But take what you can / I’ll pay in rain // look at the remnants / Of one that was true / There’s not much left here /But try to find you / Dry season came / You knew where to hide / minor gods are not easy to find / Wait by the ocean / Wait for the rhyme / It’s a matter of climate / A matter of time // Have you seen baby / The walls once proud ?/ Rottin’ and fallen down / Down on the Ground / Have you seen baby / The beasts runnin’ free? / Their singin’ your old songs / They whisper to me / Have you seen baby / What’s left of the day? / While seasons come and go we stand / We pay in rain.
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10. |
I Wanna Go to the Beach
02:18
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I Wanna go to the Beach
Well I read it in the midnight press / A part was hard to believe, I know / The bla bla bla and the so and so / But there was truth in it // They had a picture shot in old Tangiers / Someone like you with a cat and a kid / I saw your ghost crossing right through it / To the mean old me // So I left my room and went out on the streets / To find the people who could right my wrong / They were all cheerin’ at the sinkin’ sun / Oh they were having fun // They took me down to the Dragon Den / Where I got packed and ready to be sent / “Yeah, we can make you travel far / In a shadowy train…” // I dreamt of ways headin’ for the coast / I dreamt of cliffs right above the sand / Woke up roaring on the ocean’s hand / I wanna go to the beach.
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