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All Passion
03:27
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I want all passion
Won’t be hopelessly hip
Don’t wanna wake up to find
I’m a bitter old prick
Need a third rail
A John Barry cue
I need something strong
To see me through
I want all passion
Undying nights
Cackling through town
Under the street lights
I wanna soak my shirt
Exchange knowing glances
I want all passion
All passion
I want all passion
Dress ‘till I’m naked
Ride into the sunset
Without having faked it
If I’m a sentimental fool
I’ll see you in hell
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Copal
03:46
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I see the ghost of an actress
Walking with a cane
She said “I love your soul
But hate your stupid human brain
You worry far too much
You’re looking pale & thin
Maybe you wouldn’t sweat so much
If you didn’t overanalyze everything
Got a pocket full of marigolds
And a nose full of copal
I see the ghost of Alicia
The local soothsayer
She asked me “Are you bourgeois?”
I said “No, I’m a guitar player”
But I feel the panic
Flowing through me
Thought I’d stuffed you in a bottle
And sent you off to sea
Got a pocket full of marigolds
And a nose full of copal
What are these feelings
I’ve got for you stranger
I feel like a bastard
Flirting with some kind of danger
Maybe I’ll sleep tonight
On the hotel balcony
Maybe the rain will come and wash away these reveries
Got a pocket full of marigolds
And a nose full of copal
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Thrill Me
03:09
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Where oh where
Did the night go?
Tired eyes
Begin to close
But something is stirring here
Between darkness and light
Muse & maker ramble
I burn as you burn
Maybe we haven’t a clue
But there’s nothing else for us to do
Speak siren speak siren speak siren speak
Ask me anything; Tell me everything; Thrill me thrill me
Has it been a month?
Has it been a week?
That stolen moment
Meant the world to me
Thrill me thrill me thrill me
Through the confines of memory
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It’s a bit hard to define
The feeling we’d meet again in time
I’ll leave all my notebooks behind
And keep the slideshow on
I call down from the loft
“How did you come to be lost?
How did you come to be lost?”
Gonna need more than a blackboard & chalk
To plot out the points of the paths we’ve had to walk
I stood before the gallery
With every word two fingers crossed
But they just kept asking me
“How did you come to be lost?
How did you come to be lost?”
Sometimes I think if I had my druthers
I’d trade places with another
A monastery key hanging on my neck
Trying to stay upwind of doom’s rancid breath
The imposter has no home
So I’ll blow you a kiss through a rotary phone
I was hoping maybe you would
Help me find my niche
I must know at any cost
How did you come to be lost?
How did you come to be lost?
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Go Your Way Peacemaker!
03:58
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Go your way
Peacemaker!
Go your way
Peacemaker!
Picking brains
And breaking bread
With those whose hearts
Are surely dead
Go your way
Peacemaker!
Go your way
Peacemaker!
On this pink morning
Through this rising tide
Let them have ears to hear
The world is a mirror
Go your way
Peacemaker!
Go your way
Peacemaker!
Through every terrified
Cracker boy
Love’s coming your way
And this is no time to be coy
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I see them waiting
In the wings
I see them lounging
By the stage door
They ask me what I’m standing here for
For just a peek behind the curtain
Write it on a
Matchbook
Write it inside
An old paperback
Tell me where; tell me when
I can get a peek behind the curtain
High sign low sign
Salute
My conviction
Is absolute
This is the place and of that I’m certain
Gimme one peek behind the curtain
She pulls out
A cigarette
One of the
Expensive kind
She says “You must be out of your mind
If you think I’ll let you have a peek behind the curtain”
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7. |
Bloodbath
09:41
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When we last left our adventure
No one had anything to say
My life was a cornet solo
Drifting out over the bay
Waking up in a fleabag
At the remains of Oakwood & Lime
Walking through burned-down buildings
Keeping my eye on the sky
I thought I heard someone speak
In words I could decipher
But you can’t trust a man in a trench coat
So nothing’s seen and nothing’s heard
It’s a real bloodbath out there
You can’t tell who’s killing who
Familiar faces fade every day
Next it could be me; it could be you
There ain’t no safe house, there ain’t no out house
We do what we gotta do
We sent the squire to get the scoop
But he just took the money and flew the coop
I run my foot ‘round the rim of the abyss
Wondering what my forefathers saw
What did the end of the world look like back then?
What made them gaze into the maw?
My partner in crime don’t look a thing like me
Sometimes she don’t think like me
Down by the docks we make contact
I got her back and she’s got mine
Through a mist of lamplight
She looks a bit like Eartha Kitt
We comb the streets; We share a laugh
She says “We’re all in this together kid.”
Dry eyelids in window panes
Looking right at us
We’ve tried to clean up this town
Or at least what’s left of it
“Don’t fuck with my jacket, man”
I hear somebody say
I hear scuffling; I hear shuffling
I hear things I don’t want to hear
I run down blind alleys
Until I don’t know where I’m at
And then the city falls silent
Like some makeshift morgue
Every day is a red letter day
And we’re slowly losing the plot
But the story is the same
No matter which translation you’ve got
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