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BRIDGE
Previously Unreleased |
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BEAUTY
ON
Previously Unreleased
(Live from the Jane Bond in Waterloo, Ontario) |
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3:12 |
We Didn't Even Suspect That He Was The Poppy
Salesman
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| 1.
I'LL NEVER TEAR YOU APART |
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The
tiger waits in the bushes by the lake
but I'll never tear you apart.
With a love so pure, our knees will shake
and tremble.
There were tracks in the silt where the stream
becomes still
... and I'll never rip out your heart.
You're such a gentle a beast-
oh you never got tough.
Like I got tough.
Like I got tough.
The faces in the window -
oh, they're just my friends.
I promise I won't let them in.
Oh, they live in the corn,
where they die and they're born -
where the blades go around,
churn up the ground
to open the over-toiled soil.
ooooooooo baby.
ooooooooo baby.
ooooooooo babe.
Slashed cross the back,
your spine almost snapped.
I put three bullets in its face,
and I hung it from a tree,
for the other ones to see
what happens if
you mess with me.
All the secret life designs
that everyone is privy to,
missed me by a thousand miles -
I didn't mean to insult you.
There's a singer singing
proud and strong
to nobody at all.
Even though she's clear and true -
"she's very talented, too" -
she isn't wearin' the right boots.
All force resigned.
I'll take what's mine.
Y'all believe what you all believe.
My sweet relief.
All the secret ways to be,
hidden in that wayward glancing.
I'm happy being here all alone
while everybody's going dancing.
Empty music - crowded hall.
Loaded gestures crawl.
I'd like to take you somewhere else
- but who's got time for that
when your busy kissing ass?
All force resigned, I'll take what's mine.
Y'all believe what you all believe
my sweet relief.
All force resigned, take all of mine.
Y'all believe what you all believe.
My sweet relief.
You never saw
the greatest high
that exploded like a B-Bomb
right before your eyes.
You climbed into a dumpster
to take shelter
out back of the super-store -
a "K" and an "M".
A slightly bruised apple
is perfectly fine.
A bag of soft carrots.
Some old cooking wine.
Triple X sherry.
The double X eyes.
Anything more fancy
just ain't necessary!
X-drinkers,
X-smoke-bomb,
and dealers take heel.
For all the X-traneous
X-foliating mothers
who bored all their children
with X-perienced lies.
Like:
Living is this
and life is that;
you've got X amount of time
to X-hibit that;
you were making the best use
of something they say
is so precious.
So precious.
So precious.
Proclaim all the X-junkies
and all your X-lovers
and those genetic strangelings
we call sisters and brothers.
Lifting them up from the swamp to soft shoulder.
That was all you could do.
That was all you could do.
Lifting them up
from the swamp to a ditch.
That was all you could do.
That was all you could do.
That was all you could do.
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VOICES FROM THE WILDERNESS |
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I heard a voice
calling from the wilderness.
Calling from
the Wilderness.
Not quite a whistle.
Not quite a song.
Not too short.
Not too long.
I know you
but you don't know me.
I know you
but you don't know me.
"If you choose not to DECIDE
you still have made a choice",
said a high and squeaky voice.
I know you
but you don't know me. X4
Treasure found.
Treasure lost.
Not concerned with what it cost.
I know you
but you don't know me.X4
³Oh, Dear Darling do not...
You will be loved again²,
said a high and lonesome voice.
I know her
but she don't know me. X4
The X has moved out.
Out of this house
(in)to the outside around it.
I watched her feet pound it.
It didn't work out.
First there's a click,
then there's a breeze
somewhere outside in the trees,
and the bathroom just sits
with the memories of a million shits.
There's a world in a wall
that's dark and it's small.
Here gathers the mighty dust ball
on a pink fiberglass bed
for the screwdriver left there.
The mite and the spider.
The multi legged wonder
that last week had scared her
and broke our silence with laughter.
She's like a mouse,
I know she's around.
It's a gnawing sound.
Leaves little brown poohs
from a little pink bum.
Inside the closet.
Around the files.
Behind the crates.
She's barely adolescent.
Up on the counter -
that's where I caught her -
little pink tongue
licking the butter.
There's a world in a wall.
The mighty dust ball.
The mouse and the spider
pause by each other
and move on.
That's how they do it in
Warsaw. X3
They take all the money put it in a big pot,
pass it around just like they used to
in Poland.
That's how they do it in Warsaw
bent over backwards and slack-jawed.
Slathered in kapusta with a shot of krupnick,
nie ma majtki with a soggy bread stick
in Poland.
Everybody does it.
Everybody needs it.
Everybody sells it.
That's how they do it in Warsaw.
I'll show you the glories of coleslaw.
Fiddling with the fish nets, pushing rope on
the riverboats.
He still does it
[Even though it ain't good for ya...].
Who drowned the goat?
You picked a good time to protest
this armies' drunken advances.
Swift kick me, Kasia, under the checkered table
cloth.
We still do it
even though we ain't susposed ta.
In Poland.
Every body does it.
Every body shakes it.
Every body sells it.
Red fisted captain with the long arm of the
law.
Black metal banging up and down the hall.
We got a secret.
We got a secret.
We got a secret
from them all
in Poland.
That's how they do it in Warsaw. X2
How can you sleep with
the light on in your head? X2
He said, ³I'm guided by voices you know.²
Then he laughs,
leans into a wall that he thinks that is there.
Burns his face on the lamp
and sparks up a joint.
He's not like the kid who pretends he's fucked
up,
avenging his parents divorce.
He's broken for nothing
and he's bending for nothing
and he's made of titanium.
How can you sleep with the light on in your
head? X2
It was the musical joke of the year
as the crowd was waiting for the star to appear
...but you're just an alkie to me
and you cannot deliver.
Remember how you cut your head off?
...and remember that you can always quit it.
How can you sleep with the light on in your
face?
How can you sleep with the light on in your
head?
³I keep a lamp on in the hall
'cause the blackness is a serious thing;
and if I looked too hard
I don't think that I could do anything at all.²
Every single one of his songs
is titled a number and starts with the chant:
³If you do not know the seriousness of life,
you never will at all!!²
How can you sleep with the light on in your
head? X6
...Sleep... I can't sleep I can't sleep I can't
sleep I can't sleep...
The wind drew thinly from
the west.
Looking for the thunder.
Jet trails across the northern sky
then slowly shears apart.
Shaking in the morning dew
you ever really fall apart?
I explained it perfectly to you
but still you walked away.
... I love everybody here.
The ghosts rose slowly from the basement hall,
looking for the thunder.
Faces of the dead slowly drink to life.
Lift your glasses high.
30 hearty cheers,
a thundering of tears.
Fight and love and see the pain before we disappear...
...I love everybody here.
One shard of sun still glistens in the lacquer
and slices thin the tightened throat of laughter.
A wave of cold rose spineward through the joker
and from her hand.
-the floor
-the glass
-would shatter
and fall into the Intersteer.
A place that is not here.
She bundles up her A.D.I.D.A.S.
and opens up her hair.
She opens up her hair with her hands motioning
towards us all.
She's looking sort of back and forth.
(She says) SLOW DOWN!
We're on our way down...
See the lonely man out on the waves.
Steering away from the land.
I know that he dreams of more innocent times
Wishing he had a far simpler mind.
And over and over I told her- I told her.
I told her to see me with clear eyes
not blue eyes.
One by one the ghosts they rise unseen they
pass right through us all and
leave.
Gone,
the stream will wash the blood away
and the children will go back
and play... at killing again.
In the clear shallows.
...and the stream flows down and it pools in
clay.
Nothing ever seems to go away... but it has.
...Forever...forever...
Now that your attention is perfectly divided,
and you begin to oscillate
in the middle of this structureless oasis.
Where there's no such thing as love,
there is no such thing as hate
...and my head's still spinning
from the reel.
Car driving too slow
in the streetlight.
There's hell in the window.
There's hell in the window.
Midnight.
I think that I...
I think that I...
just might.
How do you dress to court disaster, Wetbrain?
How do you dress to court disaster, Wetbrain?
You know something I don't know.
You know something? I dunno. I dunno.
All I know is all you have forgotten.
How do you dress to court disaster, Wetbrain?
How do you dress to court disaster, Wetbrain?
Wetbrain
All I know is all you have forgotten.
Wetbrain.
So far undone.
Where is this final pleasure?
Spotted on the sun.
Will melt you as you get there.
The sun it makes what the sun it eats.
God's heavens built an appetite.
Oh my friend
Cocaine
Cocaine, Cocaine
The sun it makes what the sun it eats
God's heavens built an appetite.
Oh my friend
Oh my friend
How deep's your war?
How deep's your war?
How bad's the scars?
Are you heavy inside?
Are you heavy inside?
Are you dead?
Oh my god,
what is that rock you're holding?
So small and black,
not even light can get there.
Sucking sun - the carbon heart.
God's heavens built an appetite...
for fear and pain.
For fear and pain.
How deep's your war?
How deep's your war?
How black's your heart?
How black's your heart?
Are you heavy inside?
Are you dead?
Are you heavy inside?
Are you dead?
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