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Public Safety Management
02:37
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Blind man with frozen features
Sing high your flowered speeches.
Stand tall and they will follow
Hungry, ready to swallow.
Brace yourself for a subtle
Shift from private to public.
They come with altered landscapes,
dead eyes & wooden handshakes.
I feel it right to my toes, oh. It sits right under your nose, oh.
I've got the impulse to go, oh.
I've missed the last train. I'll make my own way home. oh-oh.
Think tanks of shifting justice.
Face masks, gunpoint discussions.
Safeguard your smokes & chocolate
In trap doors & hidden pockets.
I feel it coming for miles, I. It's just a new sense of style, I.
You've got a reason to hide, I.
Including but not limited to everything inside. oh-oh.
Blind man, blind man, can't see, can't see my escape plan.
We've gotta get out of here.
We've gotta get out of here. We've gotta get out of here.
But the only road I see is cold & long,
and built on bones of those who've gone ...
Slide down, down the embankment.
Wait there while I untangle it.
Lead line from hidden branches.
Shed tears, but don't think twice about it.
I feel it right to my toes, oh.
It sits right under your nose, oh.
I've got the impulse to go, oh.
I missed the last train.
I'll make my own way home. oh-oh.
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2. |
Always On My Mind
03:59
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Say a little word to me and make me want to follow you.
You could tell me what to do and I won’t think twice.
Look at me just once and I’m filled with so many colours.
You’re always on my mind, always on my mind, that’s all.
I dance like a mascot, you cough like emphysema, and it feels like heaven
when you’re around.
You say, “Hey, sweet thing, why you working so hard? You won’t get much for your trouble”.
But you’re always on my mind, always on my mind, that’s all.
You’re always on my mind, always on my mind, that’s all.
Tell me, they can tell me that your kisses will erode me,
That it’s poison just to hold your hand.
Well I like the taste of bitter, and when your lips touch my lips I shiver and
You’re always on my mind, always on my mind, that’s all.
You’re always on my mind, always on my mind…
I’ll stick with you until I become lonely and cruel as the ones you love.
Lonely and cruel until I get mine. I’ll be your fool ‘til the end of time.
Oh, you’re so cold. Don’t make my heart old. Don’t leave me alone here.
Stay with me, my hands are warm, I’ll melt you down like butter.
Cuz you’re always on my mind, always on my mind, that’s all.
You’re always on my mind, always on my mind, that’s all.
You’re always on my mind, always on my mind, that’s all.
I will grow a woman’s thighs around you while you’re unaware.
I will hold you tight with them ‘til you’re no longer there.
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3. |
No Form
02:53
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I've got nothing up my sleeve, I've got nothing.
Sling-shot, switchblade comb, rubber band gun, nothing.
Check my pocket there’s an empty locket with a dead inscription to the queen of no subject.
Give a little notion, I've got no form.
Take my pulse if you can clock it keeps me cold, it's slow but constant.
I just need a store to shop in fill my bucket light my rocket.
A dormant seed, like a leafless tree,
Give a little notion, I've got no form.
I am stone cold but I will not fold.
Lie in state in endless wait for something.
Nothing sexy crossed my mind this morning.
Pass a little brush ‘cross toothless teeth.
Don’t look in the mirror ‘cuz there’s nothing there to see.
Give a little notion, I've got no form.
Take this much it ain’t much all I’ve got is nothing no form, no form.
Bobby, he’s an ordinary man.
He opened a bistro down in the Bahamas, now he don’t bother me anymore.
He’s an ordinary man…
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4. |
Rape During Wartime
02:48
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I'm going out for some fun, with my loaded gun
Me in my bloody shoes kicking the blame on you.
I'm like a man on the town, I know what trickles down
I've got a quiet place to take my absent heart and your female face.
This ain't no party, oh no. This ain't no party, oh no.
This ain't no party, oh no. This ain't no party, oh no.
Oh invisible one you never have any fun.
Put your dress shoes on, we'll dance all night long.
And you can give us a smile and you can show us some leg
And you can get off your throne and you can get on my face.
And I was born with a gun, concealed with my pants on
There'll be redemption for none, I'll take you all down one by one.
This ain't no party, oh no. This ain't no party, oh no.
This ain't no party, oh no. This ain't no party, no foolin' around.
I fall down, I'm still awake. I fall down, I'm still awake. I fall down, I'm still awake.
I'm going out for some fun with my loaded gun 'cuz they took my mind
& they took my stake and they fed me lines and they fed me cake
& I cross the line & I make you pay & they close their eyes & they look away.
I fall down, I'm still awake. I fall down, I'm still awake. I fall down, I'm still awake.
This ain’t no party, oh, no.
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.
1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4.
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5. |
Breathe In
04:36
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You fall into my arms like a landslide,
like a mile-wide crumble.
Take my humble advice, be a mountain.
Streamlined willow arms can hold a heavy load:
a wheelbarrow, a tractor pull, a semi full of shame.
Breathe in, breathe in, feels like dreaming, feel it.
A nocturnal animal, those sharp claws
climb the walls.
Domesticated feral raccoon in the city.
Oh you’re sweet as alcohol spilled on the bar
from last night's party celebrating and berating those who feed you.
All this sly and lone behaviour, waiting for the walls to cave in, in suspended animation.
Breathe in, breathe in, feels like dreaming, feel it.
If you need a spine, I don't use mine:
it's made of homemade wine, it's see-through
and it bends with time & pressure.
I don't need it, I don't need it.
Tap it with your teeth and bleed it.
Drain me like a sangria.
Breathe in, breathe in, feels like dreaming, feel it.
Breathe in, breathe in, sink my teeth in, feel it.
Breathe in, breathe in, feeling seamless, feel it.
Breathe in, breathe in, feel my weakness, squeeze it.
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6. |
The Hottest Day
03:03
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On the hottest day in the world I said to you a little word.
I didn't mean to get so lonely that you could see inside my bones.
It always goes high then low. You're my friend and then my foe.
It's a curse, it's the curse, and I did it on purpose.
It was bad but you made it worse.
You're so mean, you're so mean so I did it on purpose,
just to see if you could be lonely too.
So hot so hot so hot so hot so hot …
I whispered it but I said it clear. It lives in air inside your ear
If you listen now you can hear the pressure ticking out from inside my lungs.
You always go so fast then slow. I can't keep up or I just keep going.
It's a curse, it's the curse, and I did it on purpose.
It was bad but you made it worse.
You're so mean, you're so mean so I did it on purpose,
just to see if you could be lonely too.
Waiting for the storm. I'm waiting for loneliness to pour
on the hottest day I know. This is the hottest day I know.
So hot so hot so hot so hot so hot ...
I wasn't bad, but it wasn't good. You didn't cry, but I wish you would.
I'm afraid of you as you ought to be of me, with my sticks and stones.
Time has pushed as far as it can go, and the sun's still high.
It's a curse, it's the curse, and I did it on purpose.
It was bad but you made it worse.
You're so mean, you're so mean so I did it on purpose,
just to see if you could be lonely too.
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7. |
The Spirit of Radio
04:49
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Begin the day with a friendly voice,
A companion unobtrusive
Plays the song that's so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood.
Off on your way, hit the open road,
There is magic at your fingers
For the Spirit ever lingers,
Undemanding contact in your happy solitude.
Chorus
Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free
All this machinery making modern music
Can still be open-hearted.
Not so coldly charted
It's really just a question of your honesty, yeah,
Your honesty.
One likes to believe in the freedom of music,
But glittering prizes and endless compromises
Shatter the illusion of integrity.
Chorus
For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall,
Concert hall
And echoes with the sounds of salesmen, of salesmen, of salesmen!
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8. |
News of Her Death
03:16
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Silent & white as the moon is the world, as the world is in wintertime, oh.
Far in the distance, I’d hear your voice, if not for all of this snow.
Silence is stronger than loudness but broken more easily. Easily.
Whiteness is all of the colours together apparently, surrounding me.
As far as the eye can see.
Nothing comes but something leaves me hanging there.
Me & echoes of departure in the air.
And time goes by without blinking, ‘cuz it doesn’t know.
And past tense feels so sickening and hollow.
And the landscape’s changed but I’m not afraid, just alone.
It comes down down down, like it’s dreaming.
And I didn’t think you were leaving. As far as you’ll ever go.
As far as you’ll ever go.
And it’s cold, like a blanket, like a blanket, it’s cold like a blanket of snow.
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9. |
I Know Dullness
03:50
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And I know Dullness, he's a man.
He's got a quiet voice, he's got a soft hand.
He's been following me home.
I will not let him in.
I am hiding from him.
And I can see him, the plain-clothed enemy.
I just met him but he's one of many.
Secret handshakes they've got 'please & thank yous',
and they're sipping tea along with writing mandates.
And I know Dullness. And I know Dullness. Oooh.
And everyone who's on my street.
Thinks they work for the police.
It's like a cold war. It's hard to keep score.
Careful mittened fists keep pounding my door.
And I know Dullness. And I know Dullness. Oooh.
He seems like such a nice man, a secret little sick plan hidden in his eyes and victory in his smile. Thinks he’s gonna celebrate a little more grey.
Well, I can see the brush you paint with.
Well I know Dullness, and I know Dullness, and I know Dullness, yeah I know Dullness.
Don't let him paint a little more grey, a little more grey, a little more grey...
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10. |
Throw Me In The Water
04:23
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The day before the day I knew your name
I knew that we were both the same
I knew my heart was stolen.
And underneath the moon & stars
Ignoring all my battle scars
You held my hand until the morning.
If you throw me in the water I can swim.
If you throw me to the wind I can fly.
Build a little fire under my skin
And I’ll keep it alight.
Nights are like oceans, there’s room in my bed.
Climb on aboard and we’ll drift until dawn.
And you’ll always be mine and you won’t let it end.
If you throw me in the water I can swim.
If you throw me to the wind I can fly.
Build a little fire under my skin
And I’ll keep it alight.
Trace a line and plot a course
While empties pile up on the porch
Like memories in bottles.
We’ll master all the elements
When after what I give is spent
And I’ve got nothing to expect.
If you throw me in the water I can swim.
If you throw me to the wind I can fly.
Build a little fire under my skin
And I’ll keep it alight. I’ll keep it alight. I’ll keep it alight.
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11. |
Spider
01:49
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I used to have the patience of a spider.
Long skinny legs, spinnerets spinning webs
for a song a little bird with a sweet melody
now it's all gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone.
Was it you who made the earth spin faster?
Stars go bright, then supernova after.
Or they spin right down where I can't see
Till they're all gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone
gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone.
Make another coffee thick with sugar packed with leaving white with cream.
And take the car and drive to where the sky is wide and leave it all behind, this scene.
I don't mind the life out here.
Talking to the country store supermarket cashier
where everyone's in line for high alcohol beer
Till it's all gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone.
gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone.
Slow down. Slow down. Slow down.
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12. |
Watershed
01:51
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Enter the hero. Enter the hero.
Wearing his diamond soles.
He built a bridge over the watershed, built a bridge but made of glass,
left me with nothing but one’s & oh’s.
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