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Henny Penny
04:02
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Hear a word from the black earth
There are bones in the river
They are floatin’ down the river
Chokin’ up the water to the well
Hear a word from the black earth
There are flies in the vineyard
Keep your eyes on the vineyard
Something’s dyin’ in the vineyard I can smell it
They’re plowin’ the Potter’s field
Turnin’ over every stone
They’re plowin’ the potter’s field
Angel’s blowin’ on a gold trombone
Oh brother (Oh brother)
Oh sister (Oh sister)
Take cover
‘Cause the sky is fallin’ down
Oh brother (Oh brother)
Oh sister (Oh sister)
Take cover
‘Cause the sky is fallin’
And time is runnin’ out
Hear a word from the black earth
There are moths in the cotton
The apple’s gone rotten
And the birds are flurrying away
Hear a word from the black earth
Lucifer is laughin’
Paparazzi photographing
Yeah, it’s the dawn of the Judgement Day!
Oh brother (Oh brother)
Oh sister (Oh sister)
Take cover
‘Cause the sky is fallin’ down
Oh brother (Oh brother)
Oh sister (Oh sister)
Take cover
‘Cause the sky is fallin’
And time is runnin’ out
They’re makin’ hot toddies in the boilin’ sea
Where ya gonna run to get away from me?
Hot yellow ball risin’ up in the East
Where ya gonna run to get away from me?
They’re mixin’ bloody Marys in the crimson tide
Where ya gonna run? Where ya gonna hide?
Don’t look at it too long or it will burn out your eyes
Where ya gonna run? Where ya gonna hide?
Primitive thoughts
Primitive man
Do we have to go through this all over again?
Primitive plow
Primitive wheel
Yeah, they’re diggin’ up the trouble in the Potter’s field
Oh brother (Oh brother)
Oh sister (Oh sister)
Take cover
‘Cause the sky is fallin’ down
Oh brother (Oh brother)
Oh sister (Oh sister)
Take cover
‘Cause the sky is fallin’
And time is runnin’ out
Primitive thoughts
Primitive man
Do we have to go through this all over again?
Primitive plow
Primitive wheel
Yeah, they’re diggin’ up the trouble in the Potter’s field
They’re makin’ hot toddies in the boilin’ sea
Where ya gonna run to get away from me?
Primitive thoughts
Primitive man
Do we have to go through this all over again?
Primitive plow
Primitive wheel
Yeah, they’re diggin’ up the trouble in the Potter’s field
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2. |
How Dare You
04:29
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Voices of the future
Voiceless counter-revolution's
Pushing me to the end of my brain
Yeah, by the skin of my teeth,
I made it back in one piece
At the end of each end was a new beginning
Hearing voices of tomorrow
Voices drowning in their sorrows
Worried I’m goin’ out of my head
There are places and faces that I just can’t erase
Like there are daggers crawling under my skin
Voices of the shadows
Voiceless prison, voiceless battle
Yeah, tha’ lady she’s a good hot mess!
There’s a touchscreen between everybody it seems
Yet we just can’t seem to connect
How dare you!
How dare you!
Does it hurt? Does it thrill? Does it scare you?
You see I shouldn’t be here
No, I shouldn’t be here
I shouldn’t be here but I am
And that’s your failure
How dare you!
Voices quick and cunning’
Voiceless blood is running money
Say the word and my soul shall be healed
Yeah, I’ve got no reserve
‘Cause I know it will hurt
Holding on, holding out for a cure
Voices undercover
Voiceless children, voiceless lovers
Yeah you seared me with that look in your eyes
It’s all just a game that I don’t wanna play
It’s all a foolish sorry waste of my time
Teacher, tell us what you saw
Teacher, tell us what you saw
When you were climbing up the walls
Lookin’ in Pandora’s Box
When you were shaking your fists at the gods
The wind played the flute
but no one was dancing
The waves sang lament songs
but no one was cryin’
Tied to the riddle
Tied to the tragic
All these questions without answers miss the beauty, miss the magic
The same unanswered question for year after year after year after year after year
How dare you!
How dare you!
Does it hurt? Does it thrill? Does it scare you?
You see I shouldn’t be here
No, I shouldn’t be here
I shouldn’t be here but I am
And that’s your failure
How dare you!
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3. |
Only Goya
06:01
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I am Goya
I am an archetype of style
From hand to brush
From brush to figures, dark and wild
It’s a crooked world! It’s all but been defiled
I could never love nobody else
I walk this tightrope
Between heaven, between hell
“Get me a scapegoat!”
Saturn looks surprised as well
It’s sacrifice and it’s where I draw the line
I could never love nobody else
No, I could never love nobody else
I hold my own
Don’t let it show
Oh, I wipe the floor
With Noah’s great rainbow
It’s my philosophy
Down to her jewelry
Don’t make a fool of me
Don’t make a fool of me
I walk this road
With hair and bone
Oh, I bend so low
It was so long ago!
It’s my philosophy
It felt so new to me
Don’t make a fool of me
Don’t make a fool of me
I caught two madmen, fighting naked in the yard
All bathed in olive glow, mason blocks and iron bars
My scoliosis is like a heavy, Spanish arch
I could never love nobody else
No, I could never love nobody else
I hold my own
Don’t let it show
Oh, I wipe the floor
With Noah’s great rainbow
It’s my philosophy
Down to her jewelry
Don’t make a fool of me
Don’t make a fool of me
I walk this road
With hair and bone
Oh, I bend so low
It was so long ago!
It’s my philosophy
It felt so new to me
Don’t make a fool of me
Don’t make a fool of me
My subject points to the ground
Where it bears my name
I see what this is all about
And my hands will bear no shame
Give the illusion you’re too busy
Give the illusion you’re too busy
It’s an illusion, it’s delusion, this confusion
Babe, you know I’ve got the keys to this whole city
Yes, I am Goya
I am an archetype of style
From hand to brush
From brush to figures, dark and wild
It’s a fickle world! Yeah, the one that I designed
I could never love nobody else
No, I could never love nobody else
I hold my own
Don’t let it show
Oh, I wipe the floor
With Noah’s great rainbow
It’s my philosophy
Down to her jewelry
Don’t make a fool of me
Don’t make a fool of me
I walk this road
With hair and bone
Oh, I bend so low
It was so long ago!
It’s my philosophy
It felt so new to me
Don’t make a fool of me
Don’t make a fool of me
Only Goya
Only Goya
Only Goya
Only Goya
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4. |
Chemical War Child
03:52
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Have you met my shining black-haired girl?
Her name’s Aleppo
A Dahlia hiding in her curls
My shining black-haired girl Aleppo
Have you met my dreaming black-eyed boy?
His name’s Aleppo
A body washed up on the shore
My dreaming black eyed boy Aleppo
It’s anaesthetizing!
A proxy war
A Trojan horse
Now I don’t hear you anymore (Repeat)
Down here in the rubble
Black hair in the rubble
Black eyes in the rubble
My chemical war child
New moon is lying low and black over Aleppo
No shadows crawling from their backs
No light in Aleppo
It’s anaesthetizing!
A proxy war
A Trojan horse
Now I don’t hear you anymore (Repeat)
Down here in the rubble
Black hair in the rubble
Black eyes in the rubble
My chemical war child (Repeat)
It’s the hour when it goes to black over Aleppo
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5. |
Pale Cloud Covering
04:06
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You pulled me through my darkest hour
I came to you lost and afraid
Now I can see the thunderin’ showers
Were just a pale cloud covering tha’ jealous old flame
Skin and bones
Soulless and searchless
I crawled my way home
To your sweet embrace
Now I feel alone in these socialite circles
They’re just a pale cloud covering tha’ jealous old flame
You pulled me through my darkest hour
I came to you lost and afraid
Now I can see the thunderin’ showers
Were just a pale cloud covering tha’ jealous old flame
I can’t see you but I know that you’re there
I can’t feel you pull on my line
I can’t hold you, you slip through my hands
‘Til the pale cloud covering burns away from eyes
And I grow stronger
I grow stronger
I grow stronger
When tha’ pale cloud covering burns away from eyes
You pulled me through my darkest hour (I grow stronger)
I came to you lost and afraid (I grow stronger)
Now I can see the thunderin’ showers (I grow stronger)
Were just a pale cloud covering tha’ jealous old flame
I can’t see you but I know that you’re there
I can’t feel you pull on my line
I can’t hold you, you slip through my hands
‘Til the pale cloud covering burns away from eyes
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Who’s holding it together?
The rip tide and the tidal wave?
Summer blooms and winter withers
Spring plays its’ juvenile game
I’ll be lovin’ you forever
But there are things I still can’t say
If your heart’s just over weathered
Honey, step out of the rain
There’s a hush over the meadow
Before the thunder starts to roll
Is my spirit on a tether?
Cause my soul don’t wanna go
Lover come and hold a mirror
Show me the secrets of your light
You’re the one who is the fairest
Cast your spell on me tonight
I’ve known these cold seasons of regret
I’ve felt alone with a head upon my chest
Already know who’s to blame
Honey step out of the rain
I’ve known these cold seasons of neglect
I’ve felt alone with a head upon my chest
I’d like to hold your pain
Honey, could you step out of the rain
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7. |
Kabuki Theatre
05:22
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I remember who you are
From standing in the dance hall light
I’ve remembered you for 30 years
God, it’s been 30 years or better
since we met that night
We were just boys not men then
I remember when you still believed
That friends make better enemies
Then you clicked your heels
Turned and walked away from me
Meet Jane, she’s the girl I was talkin’ about
She’s vain and young enough
To cover up your birthday like a powder puff
You’ve changed but the years remain
Are you still living on your parent’s dime?
Ah, you’re chained to the naked eye
Off the record after closing time
I remember who you are
From standing in the dance hall light
I’ve remembered you for 30 years
God, it’s been 30 years or better
since we met that night
We were just boys not men then
I remember when you still believed
That friends make better enemies
Then you clicked your heels
And disappeared right next me
Now you’re standing in front of the country
On a podium you didn’t build
Swinging your charm in the spotlight
Wearing shoes you can’t possibly fill
And the wheels of the culture are burning
The wheels of the culture are burning
The wheels of the culture are burning, burning
From the fire raging up on the hill
They’ve perfected man out in California
Because everyone looks like James Dean
But I’m out here reading Charles Bukowski
And thinking about democracy
When Hollywood secedes from the union
And commissions a king and her queen
And the pawns and the bishops
Read the Bible like textbooks
To try and figure out what it all means
And Ferdinand’s still smelling roses
As the matador’s down on his knees
Begging for peace in the valley
From the stingers and roar of the bees
Now you’re standing in front of the country
In a theatre that you didn’t fill
Watching your bodyguards searching
All the purses and book bags and belts
And the wheels of the culture are burning
The wheels of the culture are burning
The wheels of the culture are burning, burning
From the fire raging up on the hill
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8. |
Balloon Man
04:34
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Edward Estlin Cummings hieroglyphics
down the steps
(bee in the only rose)
vertical typeface, lowercase alphabet
A child’s balloon, let go too soon
The parting flesh, the big love crumbs
The shocking fuzz all seem so new
Sunday morning stroll through Little Italy
Clanging dishes, hanging twine tied stems of rosemary
Then I saw you
I met eyes with you
The jetted music splashing water fresh
My eyes began to fill
With love or was it sorrow?
My body and your body
Come and hold me again
Oh, this cup of sugar borrowed
To come undressed
Then to give it back
It’s an all too cruel familiar friend
Joni, sex don’t kill, it’s masculinity
A toxic oil spill, the gulf between
the pocket and the sheets
Have we all been had?
An ass up for grabs by salesman, pimps, consumerists
“Give me what I want, when I want it man!”
Roses red and raw, learn to love and laugh again
Frida draws a scull then goes inside to light a cigarette
If you don’t make room for me
Then I won’t make room for me
The cross is always avant-garde
At least that’s what the vicar says
With love or was it sorrow?
My body and your body
Come and hold me again
Oh, this cup of sugar borrowed
To come undressed
Then to give it back
It’s an all too cruel familiar friend
Look up in the air! See it flyin’ way up there!
It defies the law of nature,
it’s too much for me to bear
Now the summer’s gone and the autumn’s on
and whatever private oceans we’ve unlocked
I still hold in my memory
With love or was it sorrow?
My body and your body
Come and hold me again
Oh, this cup of sugar borrowed
To come undressed
Then to give it back
It’s an all too cruel familiar friend
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Candle vigil in the schoolyard
Hundreds gather in their grief
It wasn’t like this yesterday
When terror filled the street
Flowers laid along the Boulevard
Wilting in the Florida heat
She shaves her head like Joan of Arc
She breaks before she speaks
Showin’ up with nothin’ to show
Showin’ up all shot full of holes
Showin’ up has taken its toll
But hope just won’t let go
“Make a gesture try to soothe yourself
Express the tension and release”
She puts her fingers deep inside her mouth
And she bites down with her teeth
Eggshells crushed into the frying pan
She’s all but lost her appetite
When you’re living on adrenaline
Dark circles form around your eyes
Six-minute twenty-second mile run
Around the school track today
That’s how long it took a lone gunman
To take my childhood away
Showin’ up with nothin’ to show
Showin’ up all shot full of holes
Showin’ up has taken its toll
But hope just won’t let go
Will the birds start singin’?
Will the bells start ringin’?
Will the morning start bringin’ good news?
Good news!
We love, we laugh, we bruise
It’s all that we can do
How long until the sun breaks through?
How long? How long?
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10. |
Gillian
03:27
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Little monkey on a string
Will they always wanna know?
Do you dance and do you swing?
Do you thrill the crowd below?
Where to?
Where to?
Where to my love?
Little parrot on a perch
Are they always gonna ask?
Do you swear and do you curse?
Do you want a Cracker Jack?
Where to?
Where to?
Where to my love?
Gillian, if you’re listenin’
Let your hair go gray
Oh, Gillian, Gillian
You’re as natural as the prairie rain
Gillian, Gillian
What can I say?
I worry I’m becoming obsolete
Every time I look away
You got me singin’ before I hummed
Spoke to my heart in its’ native tongue
Thunder rollin’ like a kettle drum
Will you teach me all about your love?
Will you teach me all about you love?
Gillian, if you’re listenin’
Let your hair go gray
Oh, Gillian, Gillian
You’re as natural as the falling rain
Gillian, Gillian
What can I say?
I worry I’m becoming obsolete
Could you stop the world from spinnin’ for a day?
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