1. |
The First Day of Winter
03:19
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I hope I don't fall into one of them vortices
of hatred and catch that old war disease
In a nation made spicy by the Portuguese
Flyin, flyin the F-16s they got the expertise
Nobody thinkin about the refugees
Well I suppose it could be worse
One could be Congolese
or from Vietnam in the 70s
the two Koreas these twins are kinda Siamese
equally brainwashed by two opposite philosophies
It makes me think about the 'bare necessities'
and what percentage of these are in (parentheses)?
Remember Alexander the Great
Led his war-band straight to philosopher dog
Dog: Diogenes.
He said, “need anything?”
Diogenes said, “just one: could you stand out of my sun?”
My mother once told me: “People are simple son,
we want none of the shit stuff and all of the fun”
And everything you think is secret about your desire
is burning in everyone else like a fuckin fire
stuck in a quagmire
“The world is a vampire!”
Seriously sittin in the office today
Just bleary-eyedly idling time away
Those wartime sirens they start to play
North Koreans blowin South Koreans away
Little schoolgirls askin 'are we gonna die today?'
This shit is gay in a way gay people are not!
Hey!
In this confusion of economies
and more illusions like war
I offer you this music, use it (x2)
So think about the 'bare necessities'
and what percentage of these are in (parentheses)?
You bein tight with your empathies?
As well you might,
but there is no telepathy in this night
so if you
if you
if you
if you
have concern then you better bring it to the light
Cos honesty's the antifreeze
against the ice of antipathies
in the engine we use
to drive from chalk to cheese!
If you wanna go from 'No, thanks' to 'Yes, Please'
Whether it's about the birds and the bees
(entwining your double-helices)
or going solo (homo ulysses)
we all gotta learn our ABCs
we all one day gonna be OAPs
you can't stay at home and go overseas
you can't stand at both antipodes
and you can't get away from basic truths like these
the leaves are falling off the trees
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2. |
Lift You
02:08
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Get to the cause.
You can't change that.
But you can make it matter less.
You know damn well what to do,
don't need me to tell you to.(x2)
What to want to grow up to be?
I lift you and this love is free.(x2)
Get to the cause.
You can't change that.
But you can make it matter less.
You know damn well what to do,
don't need me to tell you to.(x2)
What do you want to grow up to me?
I live you and this love is free. (x2)
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3. |
Gone to the Dark Side
04:43
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(Chorus)
Gone to the dark side baby,
Gone to the dark side baby,
You've got them payin' through the nose
for what you used to do for free,
You've gone to the dark side baby.
All the space you used to have for love and trust
now occupied by the face of lust
You only eat white bread and you leave the crust
You're looking at the homeless only with disgust
You're selling shares though the bank's already bust
You don't do what you want to
only what you must
I could be forgiven for thinkin you've just
Gone to the dark side...
(Chorus)
You don't recycle now you're too lazy
You label mentally ill people crazy
You used to be Al Pacino now you're Kevin Spacey in Glengarry Glenross
Your soul is up me hole pickin' daisies
(Chorus)
Internet browsing privately
to see what sleaze you might see
"Fuck those green tree huggin hippies, I want my SUV!"
You like pop idol shows
If you see a big nose you think "plastic surgery"
You look at dictatorships and say those people don't deserve democracy
It's plain to see
you've
Gone to the dark side
(Chorus)
You don't help blind people across the road
You leave your milk out of the fridge until it explode
Talk about people while they're around in a secret code
Purposely forget about that money that you owed
Rant all the time during elections
and never, ever vote
unfortunately
you seem to need
a cautionary note
(Chorus)
You want to be invited
for everything
and show up to squat
You want to be liked for everything you are not
Don't care who girls are inside
as long as they're hot
You see money and sex
in every Rorschach ink blot
You think its all OK once you don't get caught
Don't you think we can see through your fiendish plot?
(Chorus)
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4. |
Problems
02:51
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You are too pretty for me baby
I look at you so long that I can't see
You are too pretty for me baby
It's only when you're gone I feel free
Craving, craving
it steals all your grace
what you feel
for her face
When you're young you don't know what's at stake (X2)
I am the kind of guy
People say "Yes, he's nice... but he's got a lot of problems."
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5. |
Low
04:19
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Like being born into a body where blood pumps backward,
Cold as a corpse my soul is captured
Can't forget the memories tangled
Busted up, bones at the wrong angles
The darkness stuffing my mouth shut
anxious agony gripping my gut
magnifies the gaze that keeps me down
confined in a maze in a leaden gown
married to the misery, my weeping wife
circling the nursery
sad, sore, solitary all day long
everyone is dark, everything is wrong
shame for the past, guilt for the future
sadness stuck like a surgical suture
in the mirror I see a creature of dirt
heart so tired it burns to flirt
brewing savage violence,
nothing doing but damaged silence
quiet as a monk but without the peace
my face is junk, my smile's deceased.
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6. |
Chancer
06:17
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I've only ever been a chancer
I've only ever been a chancer
I've only ever been a chancer
I've only ever taken my roll of the dice
Do you think I'm a bit of a fool?
Get up and record my album before I go to school
You were one of the many who I lent my toys to.
Should I still be angry at you,
because you broke them,
even though you had your own?
but all you can do is play with what's around you
(you dropped your dart in my football
and when we were older)
all you can do is play with what's around you
(it's too much to recall.)
There's nothing else here
There's nothing else here
There's nothing else here
There's nothing else here
Your broken teeth come to me in a dream
Mumble to a shuffle to a shout
Standin on the sidelines
Gerrup ya boyya, Go on ya dancer!
(You've got your big house)
Gerrup ya boyya, Go on ya dancer!
Gerrup ya boyya, Go on ya dancer!
I'm alone out here
though I've got company
no you
you couldn't come with me
you once said
i would be the only one to get out
and without a doubt
I've only ever been a chancer
on the sidelines
Gerrup ya boyya, Go on ya dancer!
I've only ever been a chancer
Gerrup ya boyya, Go on ya dancer!
I've only ever been a chancer
You've only ever
been a chancer
admit it, drunk dancer
You've only ever
been a chancer
admit it, drunk dancer
admit it, drunk dancer
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Lovers.
Romeo.
Juliet.
Dressed in red and black and white.
Some point in their lives.
The wind and the clouds.
So much happens.
It's unrecordable.
But it does happen.
I remember a physicist told me about hard drives the size of buildings, recording data from physics experiments and deleting it the next instant. Repeating the process until they find a signature pattern for the reaction they're looking for and then freeze it, stop everything and hold on to all the data for that one particular moment.
The whistling of the pipes sounds like the bugle boy for an army of ghouls and ghosts.
I need a bigger space. I need a city with an edge, with something different outside it. You can walk from the exterior to the interior. But nobody moves like that anymore. Nobody moves like her. She was fatalistic. She read virginia woolf a lot. Her thoughts, to her, were little echoes in the box of her skull before it would all go black for her eternity. And yet it wouldn't even. For she would not be there to experience a blackness. What of the thoughts of the aboriginal peoples. Of the neanderthals. Of wooly mammoths. We will never have their thoughts.
People always want to limit the amount of 'personality' in the universe. They will act like it's odd for an animal to have a personality, meaning a uniqueness, but all animals have personality, meaning personhood, being an experiencer.
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8. |
Ratboy (ratboy II)
02:58
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He was a dirty little rat
and he liked to lie on the ground
one day a big SUV came
and ran that li'l innocent rat all down
He was an innocent rat
and more than that
it's a pity that his leg got squished
he's just waiting for his turn to evolve
into the next world dominating species
Ratboy's little lungs expanding
and contracting on the concrete
his state incomplete
crippled
counting just three feet.
Consciousness now flitting, fleeting.
Heartbeat still beating
and the little
hiss of breath
balooning the bellows
of his tiny ribcage.
You know, he wasn't always this age.
Ratboy was young.
Ratboy was strong.
He was digging round in the bins,
wondering what the hell was going on.
"Some carrots taste like blood,
some broccoli tastes like brain.
Am I going insane or is this human up to something?"
Ratboy snook into the house.
He was curious.
He wanted to know what was going on.
Ratboy.
Ratboy was not afraid.
When he went into the kitchen Chef was making an incision in a pretty little maid with a carrot he had made into a blade.
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Ratboy was freakin out.
“What the fuck is happening in there?
He's killing people with vegetables.
I've got to stop him somehow.
I still have that
condom full of drugs
that I found in that corpse's anus.
If i drug him.
I can lure him out into the desert.
Maybe the master animal spirits
can do something to stop all this."
...
Ratboy runs a risk
coming in through the vents
draggin a latex sack full of unused bliss
knowin the chemicals in this
will diffuse a mist
into the consciousness of this
misguided guest
sufficient to send him on a quest
out of vegas into the desert sands
where this beast
can either dry up and die
or find out
why he should
become a man
again
...
Ratboy didn't expect it to be easy
but jesus he's really swingin that cleaver around
and he's got a dog!
Between chops
Ratboy cops
that even though Chef pops
people non-stop
he still manically loves
sanitary gloves
He doesn't fear the dog too much to mount her
jump up off her back
up onto the counter
where he finds the gloves in a box
he spikes those hand-socks
then knocks over a pot
that keeps Chef bamboozled
while he scrambles through
like the floor was hot goo.
Now the trap is set
the track is cued
this evil dude
is really screwed
just as soon as he prepares some food...
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10. |
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Desert dog
on the blue mountain
that dips like a woman
Sniffing around
in the trash
What is the meaning of my life?
In the blue old mountain
that bends like a woman.
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11. |
Desert Dog (ratboy V)
03:39
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I've been out here so long.
All the water's gone.
This started out as an adventure.
This started out as fun.
Now something tells me it's a trap.
Who's this guy?
A little dung beetle
crawls over my head.
He expands to giant size.
He's my only friend
a poop-carrying insect
in the sand.
Is he really on my head?
Or is this a mirage
like you see in the movies?
Out here
in the desert heat
I can't trust my mind.
You know it reminds me
I once had a loving relationship
with the other me
the part that can see
what's touching all my senses.
We weren't always enemies,
me and this mind of mine.
What came between
me and my self?
I'm not sure if there's any cure.
I don't know if I was ever pure.
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12. |
Funereel (ratboy VI)
03:50
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Our story begins with a dog sniffing bins and a rat at the side of the road
I stop when I see his little ribcage expanding and contracting
He's still breathing
Left back leg all twisted back
Poor little dude is going nowhere
I remember a time when I was a kid
The cats brought in a half dead mouse
I felt so sorry for what they did
But I knew it must go out of the house
I could see it suffering
air still twitching in through its nose
the tiny paws like hands in a pose of submission and rest
as I laid it out on the back door step
the wet concrete
it was raining quite heavy
wet and damp
I covered him with a bucket or an old plastic paint tub
to keep the rain off and went back inside
but I kept thinking of him
I don't know when he actually died
or how
but I remember now
how I couldn't get over it
and couldn't stop crying
that night
so that my mother came in
comforting me and trying to find out what's wrong
when I told her it was about the mouse she said I shouldn't worry about things like that
and I should never stay crying alone
maybe it was because he was
so similar to our hamster
it's like the difference between flowers and weeds
I just never got it as a child
I still think it sucks
I mean what if you are just born as someone else's vermin
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