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Photograph #1
00:52
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Take me to the city,
where I know that you’ll be,
hiding in the fog and flashing lights
Where can I go where you won’t show?
Maybe the sun has gone away
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First Taste
03:44
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There’s the man splayed out on all fours
Blood dripping from his maw
His shopping bag filled with body parts
One more bite, then he hits the road again
I’m free
There’s the girl enjoying a meal
With grace unseen by his unsightly eyes
Gnawing flesh and bone,
he catches her eye
Could it be love?
We're free
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Fools
02:43
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We could lay out by the highway and watch the cars go by
We could be the fools rolling down the hills at night
It’s a shame how you died
The storm blew it all away
And now you’ll never know
We could run away beneath the soft fluorescent lights
You would wear a smile that could keep me high all night
In the dry December air I held my face in your chest
I could not bear to say goodbye
I’d be coughing up the dust from what you left behind
Baby it’s a drag but I think you’ll be alright
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Chrome Sea
03:43
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The captain arises from his sleep
Beneath the gulls and waves
In the misty air
The captain sings for nobody
The taste of salt hangs in the air
Eyes red and mouth watering
Below the captain yells out to the breeze
But his men do not call
He checks beneath the deck
But they are nowhere to be found
And in the dead water
He spies a storm approach from below
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5. |
Helga's Last Night
03:28
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In the glow of the car headlights
I see your figure hanging high like a ghost
A painting of exquisite grace
The boundless sky with faceless moons
Your celluloid shadow lingers on
A tree in the garden from time to time
The hairs upon your head standing tall and strong
Frozen in time a moment of calm
A shot rings out like a yell in the dark
Echoing then giving way to silence
Body dripping red, calm and slow
The stillness in this sordid night
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Exit Arp
02:20
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Headsman Ave.
03:01
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Julie was a nun but she couldn’t find God
She laid awake thinking all night long
She was searching for the truth
Searching for the truth so she could sleep
And oh, how the headsman cried all the way home to you
Suzie couldn’t run so she turned into a tree
All the kids would pick off all of her leaves
Because she wouldn’t bear the fruit
No she wouldn’t bear the fruit for them to eat
And oh, how the headsman cried when he saw her rolling too
Annie was a poet but she couldn’t find the words
And everyone thought she was so absurd
But the visions in her head
The visions in her head were so divine
And oh, how the headsman cried when he saw she was through
And oh, how the lovers died and the days were so blue
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Meals For Men
03:23
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I waited so long to hold you close
To feel your warmth is what I needed the most
Inside my chest, I feel alright
Baby, you’re mine tonight
I made a meal for you to say goodbye
You didn’t like it, now I’ll never know why
Inside my chest, I feel alright
Baby, you’re mine tonight
I struck a blow and you fell for me
Your red love flowing from your head to the sea
Inside my chest, I feel all tight
I let you go tonight
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The Dumb Ones
02:45
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The dumb ones hang atop the hill
They sharpen their spears and knives
And wait for the lovely one
To spoil and steal and wry
Their rot spreads from town to town and rides to the next at night
Hanging
Hold your head above their hands
Pick a card or a prick
A careful needle can change the score
But I don't know no magic tricks
A plunger pulled, a vial filled, a scream that turns your gut
Hanging
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A Nude Sketch
02:50
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The body laid bare in the night
Unfurled before her eyes
And she scrutinized all the flaws
Clutching to her chest
All the nights she prayed
But the body never changed
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Queen '76
05:39
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When red curtains unfurl and reels begin to turn
A pale figure flickers into being
Sat amongst the many other faceless men
But she is there just for me
I am falling to her glow
The queen starts the show
Watching her speak the words we once spoke
Just as I remember her
Just as I wrote her to be
I’m held in a grip so tight I can’t breathe
I weep as her picture fades and the seats empty
Alone in the theater with her image burned in my mind
But for a few dollars more I’ll see her again
And again and again
I am falling to her glow
The queen starts the show
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12. |
Photograph #2
00:27
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one of the most classic records ever. faust invented the language for much of what i love in music.
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Songs About Death and Dying Vol. 3
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here's where i ripped off all my acoustic stuff from. jpd is god
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