1. |
Prufrock
04:44
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Well we should wait in the valley of descending time.
You should go at my command
And tell your mother, so she knows you're not coming home,
Though you know you'll be round again!
Mine is bigger than yours -
I've got everybody fighting over my love.
Buys you dinner tonight,
Even though his money crumbles into the mud.
Who's the winner?
I don't want it,
I don't want it,
I don't want it, no no.
Heads get dimmer,
Didn't want it,
Now I've got it,
That's not it at all...
What shall she wear to prepare for descending time?
What shall she sing to him
As the Footman holds her coat?
Pretty white dress,
Soiled by the hands of the shirtsleeve men.
She speaks with none of them yet knows them all.
Hers is bigger than mine,
Can I buy another just to save my love?
Lipstick cigarette butts
Scattered in the forest, crumbled into the mud.
Who's is bigger?
Didn't want it,
Now I got it,
I don't want it, no no.
Heads get dimmer,
I don't want it,
Didn't get it,
That's not it at all...
His cologne smells like the pine.
Strange fruit handed in time.
Murmurs into the mud,
Mouth opens - in comes the blood.
Eyes so wide,
I never wanted what I know
But I'm so wise,
I put my face on and come and go.
Then shall I rip out your face
And show it to you?
Then shall I know?
"That's a wrap, folks! You can go."
Mine is bigger than yours,
I've got everybody fighting over my love,
Buys you dinner tonight,
I don't want it!
I don't want it!
I don't want it!
(With your)
Eyes so wide,
I never wanted what I know
But I'm so wise,
I put my face on and come and go.
Then shall I rip out your face
And show it to you?
Then shall I know?
"That's a wrap, folks! You can go."
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2. |
Leeches
02:45
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Little leeches
Sucking synapse
Sipping on the sanguine
If you lose me,
I'm in my cubicle
Crouched next to the waste bin.
I was tired and anxious -
It was my disorder.
Thick bleach is dripping on my skin,
Makes me get older.
My doctor - long needle -
All wrapped in plastic.
Little latex cracking in his gloves,
Sweats under the leather.
Little vermin, no bother to me.
I don't fear the canine.
Riding horses takes courage,
Makes me think of my father.
Mr President - he protects me
With his big, hard border.
When we have him at the table
We're immune to cancer.
Little leeches sucking synapse,
Sipping on the sanguine.
If you lose me, I'm in my cubicle,
Crouched next to the waste bin.
Eee ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya,
Mmm...
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3. |
Spectre Man
04:06
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He's got a little hole in his head
To keep my salty weep when it's dead
He lays me down and puts me to bed
My sweet and sorry Spectre Man
He's got that little square just to kiss
And on the phone I can hear the hiss
I wouldn't understand 'cause I'm a miss
Said my sweet and sorry Spectre Man
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4. |
Backache
05:09
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Comfort me!
In my place, people come to visit me.
Connections are broken; we don’t get any hits.
Break the barriers if you dare to see the state of it,
But you know you’ll never leave the way you came in.
Sunday morning, the phone wakes me up,
‘Cause here in my place the walls have come unstuck.
I said it, I said it, I said it.
Now the air is blue with words.
Comfort me!
I’m trying to be something.
Comfort me!
I’m trying to be someone else but me.
You didn’t come to my place, so I say good riddance,
I become an oyster with a remedy for impotence.
The church spire looks in on me and sees me changing shape,
But we don’t mind who Jesus was nor what he had to say.
It’s been so long now that I haven’t left my place-
My vision’s sliding there are voices in the space.
Another miserable Monday morning trick:
Just tell ‘em your back’s done in and call in sick.
Comfort me!
I’m trying to be something.
Comfort me!
I’m trying to be someone else…
When I was a little bit tired,
I would wait for another tide;
Sequester all the tension
So it never leaked outside.
But one day the burnout will get you-
You become a wasteland for thoughts to breed,
A canister of doubt,
Rendering your body incapacitated,
Limited,
A product of the burnout,
Burnout,
Burnout!
I was born with the knife that killed the King.
They found it in my left hand but all I did was sing.
Some of us are born with it,
Some of us contract it
But the cycle will end somewhere
And then we all stop acting.
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5. |
Weaning
02:58
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At the gates of the underworld
They asked you why you turned around
Your coward eyes sank to the ground
You thought you'd heard your lover's sound
But what of the word of Hades
Or the vipers you put at her feet
You never wanted her to stay
To this you had nothing to say
She's weaning
A cloud of crows she swallows there
She's weaning
To vomit forth into the air
The Thames ran round the bend again
Towards the Margate mouth
To think those waters might've met
When I sent my siren south
The wind curled over the North Sea
Far from Eurydice
Ophelia drowned in the brook
With pennyroyal that she took
Try weaning
Before the vulture finds the nest
Weaning
Distill the lies I should've guessed
Sickness like a spider
The poppy comes to find her
With daddy gone and mummy sad
She laughs at all the fun she's had
I've ripped the tit out of your mouth
I've put black widows in your house
I've cried enough to thaw the ice
Believe I'm happy for you
I'm weaning
A cloud of crows I swallow there
I'm weaning
To vomit forth into the air
I'm weaning
My army flanked beside me
No more weaning when the dove lands on my shoulder
No more weaning when the dove lands on my shoulder.
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6. |
Nail in the Wood
02:55
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Nail in the wood,
Oppressive and good.
She took what she could
From the man with the wood.
Who are you now?
I've taken your power for me!
Espoused with wood
And he slaves so good-
A little obscured by the nail in his wood.
I have control,
Now I've taken his role for me!
Clowns took his wood,
Mimetic and good,
Energetic they stood
With their nails in his wood!
Man that they hurt,
All covered in dirt for me!
Nail in the wood,
Oppressive and good.
She took what she could
From the man with the wood.
Who are you now?
I've taken your power for me!
Ahh ha ha ha!
Who's laughing now?
Not a babe, not a babe, not a babe,
Oh...
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7. |
Baby
07:01
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The land is dry.
The hot East wind blows.
Where is my love?
Nobody knows.
The little maiden washes her skin
Of the old wise man
And his pocket of sin.
Baby love me,
Baby lies,
Baby looks like he could cry.
Baby knows me,
Yet he throws me
To the lions to die
And the lions try to hurt me
But they stopped when they heard me
Singing 'Baby who left me,
Oh how I detest thee'
Lay lay,
Lay lay,
Lay lay lay lay lay
Lay lay,
Lay lay,
Lay lay lay lay lay
So the lions stood behind me
And I led them to find He.
I would tempt him to bed
Then I'd bring them his head,
Lay lay,
Lay lay,
Lay lay lay lay lay
Lay lay,
Lay lay,
Lay lay lay lay lay...
His temples oiled,
His shaven cheek sinks.
Considering arms
With a lip full of pink.
Smirking his dirty,
Drinking his ale,
Agreeing with only
The barrels of male.
Baby love me,
Baby lies,
Baby looks like he could cry.
Baby knows me,
Yet he throws me
To the lions to die
And the lions try to hurt me
But they stopped when they heard me
Singing 'Baby who left me,
Oh how I detest thee'
Lay lay,
Lay lay,
Lay lay lay lay lay
Lay lay,
Lay lay,
Lay lay lay lay lay
So the lions stood behind me
And I led them to find He.
I would tempt him to bed
Then I'd bring them his head,
Lay lay,
Lay lay,
Lay lay lay lay lay
Lay lay,
Lay lay,
Lay lay lay lay lay...
The little maid,
She throws off her cloak.
She's found her love
Beside the great Oak!
She sows her seeds
As fast as she can,
And bids farewell
To the memory of man.
Baby love me,
Baby lies,
Baby looks like he could cry.
Baby knows me,
Yet he throws me
To the lions to die
And the lions try to hurt me
But they stopped when they heard me
Singing 'Baby who left me,
Oh how I detest thee'
Lay lay,
Lay lay,
Lay lay lay lay lay
Lay lay,
Lay lay,
Lay lay lay lay lay
So the lions stood behind me
And I led them to find He.
I would tempt him to bed
Then I'd bring them his head,
Lay lay,
Lay lay,
Lay lay lay lay lay
Lay lay,
Lay lay,
Lay lay lay lay lay...
Oh baby,
Lay lay lay lay
Lay lay lay lay,
Oh...
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8. |
Butterfly Stitches
06:40
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I set sail to the edge of the forest
I set sail on the little grey road
I put pins in your little white dolly
You are better when you are alone
You look just like a stranger
With the eyes of the one I did know
A non-intrinsic outsider
Oh, take my money and go
Your eyes were stolen and your mind vacuous
Laughing and crying, I rode on by
Every little word flew around me in circles
But whiskey can soothe all the doubts in my mind
You look just like a stranger
With the eyes of the one I did know
A non-intrinsic outsider
Oh, take my money and go
I set fire to your little wicker basket
I set fire to the tip of your nose
It's so sad that the eggs are unbroken
But I set fire to your little red rose
You look just like a stranger
With the eyes of the one I did know
A non-intrinsic outsider
Oh, take my money and go
Oh take my money and go
I look just like a stranger
With the face of someone I knew
We were only outsiders
Oh, where have you taken me to?
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9. |
Vienna
06:57
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Madersperger stitched me up,
I'm too young to go!
Now I'm too old to see Mozart in gold,
How could I have known?
Now I'm too old to see Mozart in gold,
How could I have known?
When the days were long,
I should've gone
Should've gone to Vienna
Before it all went wrong.
When I laid my spell
For our carousel,
We could've waltzed
When they hit the bell.
Brion Gysin cut me up -
Into shreds I go.
It wouldn't hurt if I tore his white shirt.
Maybe Freud would know?
It wouldn't hurt if I tore his white shirt.
Maybe Freud would know?
When the days were long,
I should've gone
Should've gone to Vienna
Before it all went wrong.
When I laid my spell
For our carousel,
We could've waltzed
When they hit the bell.
Were the engine to be struck,
We would have to go.
The news would have said to our friends we were dead-
They would never know!
The news would have said to our friends we were dead-
They would never know!
When the days were long,
I should've gone
Should've gone to Vienna
Before it all went wrong.
When I laid my spell
For our carousel,
We could've waltzed
When they hit the bell.
Oh, one two three, one two three,
Spin me around
Like the wheel of that carousel in the old town.
If my only regret was the pink cigarette
But now I'll never know.
If my only regret was the pink cigarette
But now I'll never know.
When the days were long,
I should've gone
Should've gone to Vienna
Before it all went wrong.
When I laid my spell
For our carousel,
We could've waltzed
When they hit the bell.
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