1. |
Hills Like Egg Whites
03:52
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here's the plot:
i forgot how it felt inside to rot.
and i thought there's an order to these things -
but there's not.
(every night i fall)
see the sun on the hill
says she's living up there, still.
in the evening it's a drag.
in the morning it's a thrill.
(every night i fall)
after all this time i want to be surrounded
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2. |
Polyglot
03:22
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polyglot!
i was under / undead to the end...
plumbed to the depths of the dead.
the sun in the sky was unimpressed!
polyglot!
too hot for the bullet to stop.
where the lions are caught in the traps -
the sun in the sky was underwrapped!
polyglot!
where there's hope there's a hole in your head.
in the snow i was sold to the scope
the sun in the sky was -
summer sun: and somewhere someone's son is shaken -
i'll be faking half the time.
some are stunned: i sung on someone.
song is sacred.
i'll be naked all the time!
i'll be alright...
a war indoors - what's more, it's taking half the time!
polyglot!
you could think that it's right, but
it's not
where a shot can be heard in the night...
the sun in the sky - it was shining!
(cut to braque)
he's playing in the autumn leaves
he's playing in the autumn leaves
he's only taking what he needs
and, for once, clara's relieved!
motherless, she's finally free...
summer sun: and somewhere someone's son is shaken -
i'll be faking half the time.
some are stunned: i sung on someone.
song is sacred.
i'll be naked all the time!
i'll be alright...
a war indoors - what's more, it's taking half the time!
a war indoors - what's more, it's taking half the time!
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3. |
Painting Of A River
03:51
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riverrun past trees & stones...
i'm not alone, i'm just
seeing sky, now.
like that stone
i was monochrome -
(at least it keeps me from crying)
i can tell that you're on your way
out of town, out of
things to drown -
read the tag on a hospital gown.
says 'you'd finally found her'!
when in spain
where reporters refrain, i'm here!
when in seoul
where the bankers are bald, i'm here!
i sit across from the setting sun.
seems so far from me -
still a part of me!
like that sun
yes, the thrill is gone
least it keeps me from starting.
riverrun past trees & stones
i'm not alone, i'm just
seeing sky, now.
like that stone, i was monochrome
(used to keep me from crying)
when in france
where the armies advance, i'm here!
when in rome
where conductors condone, i'm here!
(the best things in life are not worth the time)
(the best things in life are sublime!)
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4. |
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(carbon strobe lights high)
i laughed, you spoke, i didn't cry.
i've seen the things a spy can do -
they take their shoes off when they go inside.
a love this strong comes from the south.
you blink & with becomes without...
i woke, undressed, in some southern gutter -
and wiped the sewerage from my mouth.
and i dreamt i'd slept above my bed -
the world, i hope, hasn't gone to my head.
tinseltown's lost shape.
when it rains, it snows!
you turned away: it didn't show.
clara's acting out again
her fantasies for all her friends.
peace treaties at eight:
revolutions in the streets at ten.
i'd throw my soul into the ocean if i could -
a ransom written on a piece of wood.
one day i'll take a train to spain and paint the ground
where clara stood.
where she dreamt she'd slept above her bed -
the world, i hope, hasn't gone to her head.
good things tend to wait.
when it rains, it snows!
i felt awake just days ago.
a month has passed since the full moon went away -
they say tonight there's a full moon back again.
clara's locked herself indoors.
(she's always preferred the sunlight, anyway)
the thrill is gone.
the thrill is gone...
good riddance!
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5. |
Landscape With Feeling
09:09
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there's a hospital by the bay
where a star's born every day.
all show and no business
(or so they say!)
i'll stay, i'll stay.
a new york souvenir.
it's vegan-free, i fear.
stripped of my sunlight -
it's alright!
i'm here, i'm here...
(there's no place but here!)
good things await
for those at the gate
they climb & they climb & they climb
i now know what you mean
landscape with the feeling
laminate your degrees
& glue them to your sleeves.
i show mine to doctors, chefs & thieves -
i've stopped!
(three years ago, i stopped)
in new york it's a scream!
a place but not a scene.
where everything's cheaply made...
no one here has slept for days.
in the morning, they waste away.
the girl that's over there?
we had a love affair -
her lips do the talking
she quotes from kant & saussure -
i walked out the door!
(but i came back for more)
good things will come
to those who succumb
they try & they try & they try
i now know what you mean
landscape with the feeling
& good things arrive
if you'd only survive
they shake & they jump & they jive
i now know what you mean
landscape with the feeling
is it any wonder?
is it any wonder?
said the lightning to the thunder in the night
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6. |
Achilles In Kyoto
06:02
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did you hear about achilles?
clara's left him
clara's left him for dead.
now she's gone -
and they say the dying's gone to his head!
(silver jets leave currents in the air...)
did you hear about achilles?
someone's seen him
someone's seen him naked,
masturbating.
in some stark shinto temple.
(silver jets can get so judgmental)
and i prefer my travelling by train -
how profound! how profane!
achilles in kyoto
yes, he's wasted!
forgive him his fears -
he's already faced them.
oh, to be lost and isolated!
no man is a stone
no man is a nation.
did you hear about achilles?
he's had it all
he's had it all & missed it.
superstitious -
carving symbols in a tree -
(that bastard's making fun of me!)
did you hear about achilles?
he's alone now
he's alone now, for good.
and he's gone -
clara says he just misunderstood!
(silver jets leave currents in the air)
and i prefer my houses in the sky.
don't know where! don't know why!
achilles in kyoto
yes, he's wasted!
forgive him his fears -
he's already faced them.
oh, to be lost and isolated!
no man is a stone
no man is a nation.
it's not a phase, it's the end of days!
the garden's dead: the house is still ablaze...
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7. |
(Theme From) Slumplifter
04:00
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slumplifter
you've got a long way to go
half-drunk & cold
and you don't know
your wife's left home
curled up on the floor at her parent's front door
slumplifter
you've got a tick in your head
a ghost in your bed
the kids are scared
their dad's not there
dead to it all: he punches the wall
it's ok! no one needs you
no one knows your name
unburdened
no one needs you
isn't life just great when there's nothing in your way?
la da da...
slumplifter
you've got a long way to go
half-dead & cold
and now you know
you're out on your own
curled up on the floor at your parent's front door.
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