1. |
Evangelist
02:49
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EVANGELIST
going down down to the market place
going to learn to lie like an evangelist
a robbed doormat out on the town
gonna stub a cigarette out in front of some dog
and the sugar coming after
tie your string to the pursuit of that thing
going down down to the market place
gonna learn to lie like an evangelist
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2. |
I.D.
05:14
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I.D.
shimmy shimmy shiva
he’s creeping down the drainpipe
we park by the roadside
waiting on the keylot
across in the junkyard
the feast of a tomcat
just a fat chance apart
you gotta keep guard
and stand back down on the sidelines
no lines to trouble you here
there’s not a sole stool pigeon around
that would undo you
moving without a trace
and always with great haste
you think your life is graced
and that to lose is just a waste
come on while a snakeskin
slips alongside us
it’s just another road sign
and another stop along the way
he speaks with false security
procuring a prop of purity
in a flurried fury of influence he says
“hey the coast is clear
I’ve plastered pillows on the sidewalks”
we follow intrepid
doctoring calamities
if we’ve got to be sinking
let’s do it by degrees
down in the basement
the hidden indigent
crouches in the doorway
he hails a coaster
boasts a messenger plan
his insurgent connections
blown away cum place
wake wake the din-din
the dim dreamers dozing on a detail
say so long to sidekicks
nicked in a hiccup stick-up
not such a slick trick
a finick or a gimmick
you can take your pick
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3. |
Swallow
03:40
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SWALLOW
your black black black line
the wind's gone
imperceptible church
spread kneeward
sinks it all then
your great swallowing function
when distance operates
your third status
when I wallow
I am I
I colonize
when I wallow
all the remnants
the faint heart squirm
when I wallow
all the noise to wet me
the flickering junking shouts
possibly rider purging down nest
rigged like a cross
to hold everything
barter it and saddle the corpse
till it grows back again
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4. |
Big Wing
04:23
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BIG WING
outside there is a strange wind
howling around like a constant sin
why not say it was him
who combed the mountains looking for a pin
alone with his itch
and the affliction of a myth
and all that wide, wide wonder
and all that wide, wide wonder
innocence has led us here
without even a torch to bear
to see the shadows of our own messiahs
rise and then glory, far above the trials
far, far, far above the trial
there’s a pedestal hidden
in a bottomless ditch
as this vision is wrenched
from its lifeless niche
like ghosts of our own theosophy
kindered and riding roughshod
to the sound of an army’s boots
and we only have to weary
for the lamps to lie quiet
and waiting for a movement to rise
rise and take notion
pulling on the wings of flies
stunned by the cold
waiting for a hot, hot sun
to dry up every fold
and wings will be the thing once again
wings will be the thing once again
and with new, new reason
and with new, new, new, new reason
Back vocals:
I was watching you
I saw your bones there
is this your house?
you were a hunter then
you were a hunter
turn over the earth
you were crawling up
you were crawling up
no no no cope
no no no no cope
that you bring to me
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5. |
Hotel
04:39
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HOTEL
down a little stony road
there lives a woman
she's old
and I was looking for her
when I fell down
down down into a well
a stairwell
well well well well
FIFTY – FILTHY – MILLION – SINNERS
HAVE – BEEN BEFORE
and the hotel we stayed at
it was one I had made up on my own
and even though there were only
a few guests staying there
I knew them all
I knew them all
check, check out
that’s what I’m going to do
check out of here
check out of this place
that's what I'm gonna do
check out of here
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6. |
Homebled
07:15
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HOMEBLED
the white black box erupts over your small hands
once infracted it seeds and plugs
against the long dry moth in the squirm before light
and longing like cattle bruisng a still hidden fence
demolished by hints of the shed was breaking
and the long gone ghost of the sunk and human
the sleeping wharf bangs the homebled man
the sleeping wharf bangs the homebled man
and lug the guts into the seer’s room
I chart you like a hermit full
a maggot crumbs a bag of hunger
it skags the wheel and freezes the summit
I was droll under the hot feeding
I was the weather inevitable and sharp
do not prison that full
not in the smallest loiter
lend me your world smell
all that futures the hold
out of the whitewashed sky
horses falling down
in the rub of the ground
to see beneath
a luckless sight
and the grope extends
from the back of the light
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7. |
Shut Fog
05:40
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SHUT FOG
there’s a motion
in the very thick of this
a slow rotation
in a speed of mystery
a crystal clearing
a fraction before the fog
dissembles your approach
and then all is still
the moment before the kill
and this initiation
of the mind sent to will
is a matter so essential
it’s all that’s left when we distill
and it lingers like an echo
in the cradle of a bell
or the trail of a gesture
the moment after it fell
and all that’s inbetween
is so much left to tell
whether the urge be spoken
or written
or held somewhere in store
in keeping for the next great war
where the miracles are explored
and every link explodes
as a shadow closes over the hole
and the friction is broken
where the struggle loses its hold
and locks it there beyond release
each mystery incarcerated in its end
every mystery shut up in the end
the end
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8. |
Mosquito Botticelli
04:03
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9. |
Dirty Net
01:21
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DIRTY NET
a dirty net
it washes over me
there's dirt in my path
a dirty net
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10. |
Landscape
05:17
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LANDSCAPE
blue mountains
where people are doing
research, research
I know they're there
I see their smoke, I hear their noise
I know, I know they're there
I see their smoke, I hear their noise
noise noise noise
authorised personnel only
uniforms or is it know how?
red red dust everywhere
red red red dust, it drives into my brain, into my brain
we are from another world, another world
remember that last last vista before we left our home
red red dust everywhere, it drives into my brain
life on Mars is like that sometimes
red red red dust it goes up up up
up my nose
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