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It's a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling, "No!"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man!
Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?
It's on America's tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Vlad Lenin's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man!
Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?
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I've got a lot, got a lot
on my mind.
Oh, I've got a lot to think about.
And I've got too much of this
precious time.
Yes, more than enough of this
goddam precious time.
I've heard of a place
where they have no heads.
Their bodies move around
but their souls are shed.
I want to go, want to go.
Will you come with me?
I want to go, want to go.
Won't you come with me?
I want to go, want to go.
Take a trip with me!
I want to go to this
Headless City...
I've got a lot, got a lot
on my plate.
And I'm spinning it just as fast as I can.
All of my fear and anxiety,
just spinning in the air,
at the mercy of my hand.
Everything is beautiful there.
Everything is wonderful, too.
Everything is beautiful there.
And nothing is visible.
Once I was told not to hold on
for too long.
That letting go is liberating.
Didn't listen then but I'm listening now.
Now that my life has piled up
around me.
Everything is beautiful there.
Everything is wonderful, too.
Everything is beautiful there.
And nothing is visible.
I know of a place
where they have no heads.
Their bodies are alive
and their souls are dead.
I want to go, want to go.
Will you come with me?
I want to go, want to go.
Won't you come with me?
I want to go, want to go.
Take a trip with me!
I want to go to this
Headless City.
I want to go, want to go.
Will you come with me?
I want to go, want to go.
Won't you come with me?
I want to go, want to go.
Take a trip with me!
Don't you want to go to this
Headless City?
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3. |
Couples For Christ
04:11
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We come two by two.
We come with our hearts split wide open.
We come two by two.
And we do it twice,
couples for Christ.
And the day is coming soon.
We'll sell off our part of the moon.
This place will run out of room
for you and and for me,
you'll see.
And we'll come two by two.
We'll come with our hearts split wide open.
We'll come two by two.
And we'll do it twice,
couples for Christ.
And soon the day will come.
We'll make a new start on the sun.
The day is coming when
we'll do it again.
We'll do it again.
We come two by two.
We come with our hearts split wide open.
We come two by two.
And we do it twice,
couples for Christ.
And the day is coming soon.
We'll sell off our part of the moon.
This place will run out of room
for you and me.
And soon the day will come.
We'll make a brand, new start on the sun.
The day is coming when
we'll do it again.
We'll do it again.
You'll see...
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4. |
Deception Pass
03:58
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How do you leave it behind
when you don’t believe in the next one?
How do you leave it behind
when you don’t believe in the next one?
I’m taking it with me…
swinging under the bridge.
Don’t wake up, my love,
let me have this morning.
When you wake up, my love,
you’ll see I wasn’t joking.
I’m taking it with me…
(All lies, all lies)
swinging under the bridge.
I'm taking it with me…
(All lies, all lies)
swinging under the bridge.
The stepping stones
that surround my heart.
Bending spoons
and creasing cards.
Who knew life
could be this hard?
Bending spoons
and creasing cards.
How do you run away
when there’s nothing you are running from?
How am I running away?
There’s nothing that I’m running from….
I’m taking it with me…
(All lies, all lies)
swinging under the bridge.
Taking it with me…
(All lies, all lies)
swinging under the bridge.
It’s all coming with me…
This feeling that keeps pulling on me,
pulling me apart.
I’m taking it with me…
The stepping stones
that surround my heart.
Bending spoons
and creasing cards.
Who knew life
could be this hard?
Bending spoons
and creasing cards.
(This, too, shall pass)
This feeling
pulling me apart,
swings beneath
the passing cars.
Numbs with every
second more.
Like walking through
an open door.
(This, too, shall pass)
Tricks up sleeves
and sleight of hand,
no one up there
understands.
Misdirection,
trickery.
A knot will lead them
right to me.
(This, too, shall pass)
Bending spoons
and creasing cards.
Who knew life
could be this hard?
The stepping stones
that surround my heart.
Bending spoons
and creasing cards.
(This, too, shall pass)
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When the time is right
I'll take you to the tower.
Under green, fluorescent lights,
fritter away the hours.
Touch your plastic skin,
imagine where you've been...
You came to me in pieces,
shrinkwrapped and suspended.
Just like Jesus,
you were damaged in shipment.
O, object of my affection,
this will be your resurrection...
Fix your, fix your, fix your
broken parts.
But I'll leave your
little mind open...
Life is difficult,
soon you'll understand.
So many obstacles.
Hoops and wires and quicksand.
For now, you're just a project,
my broken, plastic object...
I suppose I'm broken, too.
No one here to fix me.
Broken, just like you.
Perhaps one day you will be
the one who turns my screws.
'Til then I know what I have to do...
Fix your, fix your, fix your
broken parts.
But I'll leave your
little mind open...
I’ll leave it wide open.
I'll take you to the tower,
under green, fluorescent lights.
Put you back together.
I will make it right.
So much yet to discover,
my broken, plastic lover...
Fix your, fix your, fix your
broken parts.
But I'll leave your
little mind open...
I’ll leave it wide open…
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6. |
Paint It Black
04:33
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I see a red door and I want it painted black,
No colors any more, I want them to turn black.
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes,
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes...
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black.
With flowers and my love, both never to come back.
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away,
Like a newborn baby it just happens every day...
I look inside myself and see my heart is black.
I see my red door and it has been painted black.
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts.
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black...
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue,
I could not foresee this thing happening to you...
If I look hard enough into the setting sun.
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes...
I see a red door and I want it painted black,
No colors any more, I want them to turn black.
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes,
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes...
I want to see it painted, painted black.
Black as night, black as coal.
I want to see the sun blotted out from the sky.
I want to see it painted, painted. painted, painted black...
I want to see it painted, painted. painted, painted black...
I want to see it painted... black.
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Horn, horn,
you draw my scorn.
Apocalyptic
candy corn.
Build a wall
and get reborn.
It’s horn, horn,
you draw my scorn.
When the little fish
eat the bigger fish.
And the bigger fish
eat even bigger ones…
Well, the devil has
a face for this.
Looks a bit like
a little fish
swimming in your
candy dish.
It’s foolish fantasy,
it’s hubris.
Horn, horn,
you draw my scorn.
Apocalyptic
candy corn.
Build a wall
and get reborn.
It’s horn, horn,
you draw my scorn.
Horn, horn,
you eat my ire.
Presentation,
pure desire.
Lick the match and
set my fire.
It’s horn, horn,
you eat my ire.
When the dead ones rise and
tell even bigger lies and
they get more believable, well,
it's conceivable...
The devil has
a place for us.
Down a road that's
paved in stardust.
Nothing there but
berries and nuts.
Foolish fantasy,
just trust me.
Horn, horn,
you draw my scorn.
Apocalyptic
candy corn.
Build a wall
and get reborn.
It’s horn, horn,
you draw my scorn.
It's like moving,
like moving a mountain....
It's like moving,
moving in singular motion.
It's like moving,
like moving a mountain....
It's like moving,
moving in singular motion.
Horn, horn,
you draw my scorn.
Apocalyptic
candy corn.
Build a wall
and get reborn.
It’s horn, horn,
you draw my scorn.
When the little fish
eat the bigger fish.
And the bigger fish
eat even bigger ones…
Well, the devil has
a face for this.
Looks a bit like
a little fish
swimming in your
candy dish.
It’s foolish fantasy,
it’s hubris.
It's like moving,
like moving a mountain....
It's like moving,
moving in singular motion.
It's like moving,
like moving a mountain....
It's like moving,
moving in singular motion.
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This is the one about the green girl
who came to me in a silver ring, girl.
She was levitating over concrete
when I asked her if I could take her for a twirl.
And she said I only came here for a lollipop
but I took one too many
now I can't stop, oh.
I only came here for a lollipop
but I took one too many
now I can't stop, oh.
Can't stop my
green girl, green girl.
Green girl, green girl.
My green girl, green girl.
Green girl...
Let's take a twirl...
Beneath the fountainette,
a mountain and a stream.
As small as we could get,
two garden figurines...
I only came here for a lollipop
but I took one too many
now I can't stop, oh.
Wanted a little now I got a lot.
Yeah, I took one too many
now I can't stop, oh.
Can't stop my
green girl, green girl.
Green girl, green girl.
My green girl, green girl.
Green girl...
Let's take a twirl...
This is the one about the green girl.
My little fevered dream girl.
Beneath the fountainette,
a mountain and a stream.
As small as we could get,
garden figurines...
I only came here for a lollipop
but I took one too many
now I can't stop, oh.
Much too much and I can't hit that spot.
Yeah, I took one too many
now I can't stop, oh.
Can't stop my
green girl, green girl.
Green girl, green girl.
My green girl, green girl.
Green girl.
Let's take a twirl...
My green girl, green girl.
(My green girl)
Green girl, green girl.
My green girl, green girl.
(My green girl)
Green girl...
Let's take a twirl...
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9. |
Forest Fern
03:33
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So hide
in the forest fern
where no one can find you.
Hide
in the forest fern
and pray for your own soul.
Take shelter
from the sun,
let the shadow world surround you.
Hide
from your dark madness,
for it has taken it's toll...
You loved a girl,
the girl
who would one day be your wife.
You loved a girl.
but not enough
to spare her life...
So hide
where the mushrooms
spring wild from rotting timber.
Hide
in a bed
of brown needles and mud.
Take comfort,
the hand of God is heavy
with so many burdens.
Find your way
down to the stream
and wash your own hands of her blood.
You loved a girl,
but not enough
to spare her life.
You loved a girl.
the girl you buried along
with your knife...
So hide
in the forest fern
where no one can find you.
Hide
in the forest fern
and pray for your own soul.
In the forest fern
and pray for your own soul...
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Your lips are cherry red.
Oh, I want to kiss you.
Hair so black and wiry.
And my skin is slick and pale blue.
Your mind is open, too.
Oh, I want to fix you.
Yes, my heart is broken.
I can hear it in your heartbeat,
slow and out of rhythm.
I could use a little tweaking.
Oh, my mind is open.
And I want you to fix me…
Turn my screws, turn my screws,
turn my screws.
Just one kiss and I am fixed.
Turn my screws…
For so long it’s been a blur.
You suffered through the humdrum.
Biding my time alone,
waiting here for someone.
A little, plastic lover
to save you from your boredom.
Just a twist of your wrist.
And a bit of concentration.
A kiss will do the trick.
Oh, all these new sensations.
So soft and synthetic.
You are my new fixation…
Turn my screws, turn my screws,
turn my screws.
Just one kiss and I am fixed.
Turn my screws…
I know what I have to do…
Turn my screws, turn my screws,
turn my screws.
Just one twist of your wrist.
Turn my screws…
Your lips are cherry red.
Oh, I want to kiss you.
Skin is slick and pale blue.
My mind is open, too.
So take me to the tower.
Oh, and I will fix you.
Turn my screws, turn my screws,
turn my screws.
Just one twist of your wrist.
Turn my screws…
I know what I have to do…
Turn my screws, turn my screws,
turn my screws.
Can’t resist this tryst, just fix me!
Turn my screws…
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Stone love,
she kneels before the grave.
A brave son,
who gave his life
to save the slogans
that hover between the headstone and her eyes.
For they penetrate her grieving...
New love,
a boy and girl are talking
New words,
that only they can share in.
New words,
a love so strong it tears their hearts to sleep
through the fleeting hours of morning
Love is careless in its choosing,
sweeping over, cross a baby.
Love descends on those defenseless.
Idiot love will spark the fusion.
Inspirations, have I none?
Just to touch the flaming dove.
All I have is my love of love,
and love is not loving...
Soul love,
the priest that tastes the word and
told of love,
and how my god on high is
all love.
Though reaching up my loneliness evolves,
by the blindness that surrounds him
Love is careless in its choosing,
sweeping over, cross a baby.
Love descends on those defenseless.
Idiot love will spark the fusion.
Inspirations, have I none?
Just to touch the flaming dove.
All I have is my love of love,
and love is not loving...
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I’ll be so...
sad when you kill me,
I’ll be blue when you’re gone.
Still as the night-time,
a victim for the perfect crime.
I can see it now,
the scene is set.
Forget me not, baby,
and get on with it…
A shot in the arm,
or a rope around my neck.
A gun against my head,
baby, what shall I expect?
I’ll be sad when you kill me
and blue when you’re gone,
but turn around, baby,
turn around and get on,
let’s get on with it…
Don’t forget the things you did on this night,
on this night.
Don’t forget the way you felt
looking into my dying eyes…
Don’t forget the things we said on this night,
on this night.
Don’t forget to turn out the lights
and close the door behind…
I’ll be so sad when you leave me,
I’ll be blue when I’m dead.
A rope around my neck, baby,
or a gun against my head.
A shot in the arm…
Oh, what could be the harm?
No regrets, baby,
turn around and get on…
A pill for me to swallow,
or a knife in my lung.
I don’t care how you do it,
it just needs to be done.
I’ll be sad when you leave me
and blue when I’m dead.
But get on with it, baby,
just remember what I said…
Forget me not...
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Simian Crease Puyallup, Washington
An "extremely prolific and creative studio project..." ~ Fabricoh Magazine
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"I really enjoy Taipei EP, too bad it ends so quickly..." ~ Solance/Audio Camp
"Experimental rock treasures" and "the underground sound is fully-realized and surprisingly adventurous..." ~ Music Emissions
Simian Crease is Mike Miles.
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