1. |
Ghoulie Gone Gone
01:17
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2. |
Be Careful
04:50
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Ashen oak bleeds in tartan
Rolling smoke ‘round the fisheye
Could be dusk could be daybreak
In the back of beyond you’re alive
But you can’t stay here
They say in the rose red glare
They’re singing on the shoreline
Be careful out there
Sitting by the window
Lit by the lamp’s glow
Time slows to a crawl
Her red hair hugs the wall
Tell yourself when you wake up
The moment has come
Your head will be empty
You’re finally numb
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3. |
Matryoshka Madam
05:47
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Matryoshka madam
Always changing faces
Always reappearing
In the hazy spaces
Fell asleep beside her
In a burlap coffee sack
Woke up in the dumbwaiter
With the table scraps
Smoke a cigarette about it
When did you start to doubt it?
You shoulda just let me be
You shoulda just let me be
Matryoshka madam
Plays fast and loose
Sweet sweet sorrow
The perfect excuse
If I am a pistol
Then you are the powder
A bowl of varenye
Turning from sweet to sour
Smoke a cigarette about it
When did you start to doubt it?
You shoulda just let me be
You shoulda just let me be
Matryoshka madam
Goes a bridge too far
Drags you by the hair
Back to the bazaar
Dipping an emerald hand
Back into the old war chest
That oughta keep her warm
While I freeze in the Midwest
Smoke a cigarette about it
When did you start to doubt it?
You shoulda just let me be
You shoulda just let me be
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Dear Emma
I can’t make it
Here or anywhere
Read the broadsheets
Saw the Ravenstone
Is your cover blown?
An exploding pen for my head
Never cared much for the old homestead
How far to Shinda Shima?
Got the “No Schlieffen Plan Blues”
Dig our feet in the sand
Signed your cloak and dagger man
Broadsword calling
Danny Boy
Are you in the clear?
Russian clocks are
Always on time
Wait for my prosign
Our secret nature casts a pall
Maybe it’s not a secret after all
How far to Shinda Shima?
Got the “No Schlieffen Plan Blues”
Dig our feet in the sand
Signed your cloak and dagger man
Dear Emma
I can’t make it
Here or anywhere
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5. |
Laundry Room
04:23
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Another round for my monologue and I
Watching stink bugs on the ceiling crawl by
You light the spark in someone’s heart
And other fairy tales swirling ‘round in the dark
In the laundry room
Trying to cleanse my sheets of your perfume
In the laundry room
I was nothing to you
Rainy neon Brady under the canopy
Are you a black varnish heart or a peach I can’t eat properly?
Take your sword out and run it through
Heal your wounds and open mine up too
I’m the captive in your keep down every quiet street
You took the sixth card from the deck; the tower’s all that’s left
Next time I see the Hoan bridge
I’m not sure if I’ll cross it or throw my bouquets off it
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6. |
Easter Sunday
05:16
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Trembling in the garden
Whispers on an ex-pat’s lips
40 is a horror story
20-something’s good for nothing
And the ticking of the clock
Does not end
And the ticking of the clock
Does not end
I wasn’t prepared for this
(Easter Sunday)
Misty English bliss
(Easter Sunday)
Androgynous Anglo
(Easter Sunday)
Think of me when it’s time to go
Letters in words
Too dangerous to say
‘Cause no one’s got
The time for that these days
And the ticking of the clock
Does not end
And the ticking of the clock
Does not end
Fold me up into your bones
All will become as clear
As reflections of gulls
In windswept tears
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Telephone, telegram
Tell a wrestler
You’ve knocked off the ring rust
Hooked the leg of this heater
Get a cheap pop
‘Round the coffee table
Get yourself over
With the marks in your stable
Hotshot your angle
And leave me laying
Still cutting promos
To anyone paying
Don a crimson mask
High up the Muta scale
Reached for the hot tag
All to no avail
Runin’ to the boiler room to brood
Over me and you and Misty Blue
Put the belt on you
You put asses in seats
Put the belt on you
A potato was my receipt
Runin’ to the boiler room to brood
Over me and you and Misty Blue
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8. |
Haunted Mansion
01:21
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9. |
Dracula Days
03:07
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I can hear your laughter in the hallway
You’ve got your claws in me
For the umpteenth day
The solitary summer is just up ahead
We can smash our skulls together
Give us a kiss of death
In my Dracula days
Fumbling with the lock
Artemis in high waist pants
Made up my pine box
Sleep for a century or two
Wake up and try to brush it all off
Empty vessels in nightclubs say
If you’re suffering do it quietly
Empty vessels in nightclubs say
If you’re bleeding don’t bleed on me
I can hear your laughter in the hallway
But your voice is slowly
Fading away
You’ve had your fun
You’ve had enough
Enough to share my bed; enough to desiccate my head
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10. |
It Doesn't Matter
04:32
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It’s so easy to be forgotten
And you’re convinced it’s you who’s rotten
Almost human; fun and flirty
Until you see you’ve been deserted
Everybody on the block
Knows where you’re hurting
Make a promise to treat yourself better
When the desk drawer’s bursting with unsent letters
You want so bad just to wish her well
To hear her voice; to stand by her side
But when you go down that rabbit hole
It’s a long slow slide
But it’s there
It’s a part of you
You can’t explain
Even when you’ve the strength to
It’s out of reach
But it’s never far away
But it doesn’t matter anyway
It doesn’t matter so they say
Spent a few weeks in her back pocket
She’s rented the penthouse behind your eye sockets
You’ve scaled walls and crashed through roofs
Always trying to get through
Wishing you could be
Anyone except you
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The country’s in its death throes
You look cute in boy’s clothes
Always a bridesmaid; never a bride
I make love to my feminine side
Acquitted at the woke trials
Put the poison back in the vial
From the beauty salon to Azerbaijan
You turn me on
I’ve been digging DOOM
I’ve been digging Siouxsie Sioux
In spite of everything
I’ve been digging you
Leave your hive mind at the door
Throw your dogma on the floor
From the Parthenon to Luzon
You turn me on
I take on all comers
I sing from the spire
You can ride with me
As long as you carry the fire
I’m not impressed by your caste
Tear it down at long last
From Saskatchewan to Babylon
You turn me on
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