1. |
Devil-bustin' Satellite
04:06
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Let's make a deal with the devil.
Let's make a deal, alright!
With the sado-masochistic master
and his devil-bustin' satellite.
Light the sacred candles.
Flip the switches, oh yeah!
There will be a slight delay,
then you will join the crusade.
Let's drink the blood of communion.
Let's break the body, O.K.!
All good Christians watch television and pray.
This is your day.
A beam of light from the heavens.
Truth and salvation, oh yeah!
Whatever you need, traveling at light speed...
the apple of the galaxy!
Change your channel, my friend.
Change your channel, my friend.
Let's make a deal with the devil.
Let's make a deal, alright!
With the sado-masochistic master
and his devil-bustin' satellite.
Light the sacred candles.
Flip the switches, oh yeah!
There will be a slight delay,
and then you'll, you'll join the crusade.
A beam of light from the heavens.
Truth and salvation, oh yeah!
Whatever you need, traveling at light speed...
the apple of the galaxy!
Change your channel, my friend.
Change your channel, my friend.
This program never, ever ends!
Change your channel, my friend.
Amen.
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2. |
Negative Space
02:31
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The black hole = the sun x seven.
Proof of heaven?
Who knows???
And so it goes,
and so I go
into the black hole.
The Great Unknown,
the mysterious void.
Maybe Freud was right...
we all suffer from what Mother
failed to give us.
~I am shaped like a star,
but I
occupy
negative space.
A galaxy is traced
by the lines on my face...
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3. |
Chair
05:31
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she's rocking back
she's rocking forth
she's tipped herself backward
onto the floor
onto the ground
into the earth
she's buried now
she's so far down
that no one sees
and no one cares
there is a chair
there is a chair
now, don't you wish there was a pair?
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4. |
Crabgrass
05:49
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Turn slowly off,
my friend,
the day has fallen deep.
Lie gently down,
my friend,
you've given to your sleep.
Crabgrass grows outside
as our souls are left to keep.
And I know my place...
Wade softly in,
my friend,
we've come so very far.
Sift lightly through,
my friend,
the waters of my heart.
Crabgrass grows outside
as we tangle with the stars.
And I know my place...
Turn slowly on,
my friend,
you mean so much to me.
Rise gently up,
my friend,
and set your body free.
Crabgrass grows outside
as we sleep in late and finally
I know my place...
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5. |
Cemetery Curfew
04:28
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(Acts 18:9)
Just when I was getting comfortable
underneath
the biggest tree
in the cemetery...
Basking in sin,
burning incense,
singing, "only a fool would repent..."
Only a fool would repent.
Dusk falls...
Time to pack up the tarot cards.
Time to pack up the ouija board.
Those damn kids,
they ruin it for everybody!
Just when I was getting used to this...
A sacred rite,
the edge of night.
Bible-black and candlelight.
Awakening the dead,
listening to what they said.
They said, "only a fool would repent..."
Only a fool would repent.
Dusk falls...
Time to pack up the pentagrams.
Time to pack up the sacrificial lamb.
Those damn kids,
they ruin it for everybody!
Those damn kids,
they ruin it for everybody!
Dusk falls...
Time to pack up the crystal ball.
Time to call off the altar calls.
Those damn kids,
they ruin it for everybody!
Those damn kids,
they ruin it for everybody!
Dusk falls...
Time to pack up your biggest fears.
Time to bottle your blood, sweat and tears.
Time to get the hell out of here.
Those damn kids,
they ruin it for everybody!
Those damn kids,
they ruin it for everybody!
Those damn kids,
they ruin it for everybody!
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6. |
Trapdoors
04:07
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Can't help feeling there is a trapdoor,
right beneath my feet.
If I fall through it I'll be hopeless and incomplete...
In the ceiling there is a trapdoor,
I fell through it long ago.
All the things that I had hoped for
stayed behind as I
fell through
to the room below...
Trapdoor...
In the sky there is a trapdoor,
I fell through it one night.
Hit the roof with such great force,
it's a wonder I survived...
The Milky Way has a trapdoor,
I'm sure I fell through it, as well.
Beyond that, there are probably more,
and through them I more than likely fell.
It's a feeling I can't help...
Trapdoor...
Can't help feeling there is a trapdoor,
right beneath my feet.
If I fall through it I'll be hopeless and incomplete...
Trapdoor...
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7. |
Deep, Dark Blood-red
04:33
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Deep, dark blood-red.
A fatal blow to the head.
I can’t grieve, I don’t know how~
I never had to
and I must now…
Deep, dark blood-red.
“I’ll leave you with this,” she said.
It hit me sideways, laid me flat~
From out of nowhere
and that was that…
Deep, dark blood-red.
Deep, dark blood-red.
Deep, dark blood-red…
and that was that.
And that was that.
Deep, dark blood-red.
Deep, dark blood-red.
“I’ll leave you with this.”
Deep, dark blood-red…
and that was that.
And that was that.
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8. |
Dead Ringer
02:40
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Baby, it’s true,
you know what to do
to make me happy,
to make me blue.
Don’t wanna fight.
Don’t wanna get hurt.
Or be buried alive
under all this dirt.
I just wanna love you,
I need your help.
I just wanna love you,
I’m ringin’ the bell…
Baby, it’s true,
it makes me blue
when I think of you
with somebody new.
I wanna be happy,
I wanna be well.
Don’t wanna be saved by
nobody else.
I just wanna love you
I need your help.
I just wanna love you
I’m ringin’ the bell…
I just wanna love you,
ahh, can’t you tell?
I just wanna love you
I’m ringin’ the bell…
I need your help.
(I wanna be happy.)
I'm ringin' the bell...
I just wanna love you,
I just wanna love you...
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9. |
Montana, Dan
03:52
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It's good
to be in love
with someone like you.
Someone who loves me, too.
And Dan,
it's ridiculous, man.
We should be together.
We should be together, man.
Let's go to Montana, Dan
and let's have sex...
We'll find
a little weekend place.
Out where it's quiet and still,
and then we'll do what we will.
And Dan,
it's ridiculous, man.
We should be together.
We should be together, man.
Let's go to Montana, Dan
and let's have sex...
We will sit down next to the fireplace,
throw on a few pages of Leviticus,
warm our hands
and spend the night together.
It's good
to be in love
with someone like you.
Someone who loves me, too.
And Dan,
it's ridiculous, man.
We should be together.
It's just ridiculous, man.
Let's go to Montana, Dan
and let's have sex...
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10. |
Books
03:32
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A book about birds
and one about bees.
An instruction manual
for you and I to read.
Not tonight,
let's turn out the light
and dream of what might be...
A book about the sun
and one about the moon.
We can read them tomorrow,
we'll wake up around noon.
Just turn out the light,
I want to hold you tight
and dream of what might be...
A book about hearts
and how they intertwine.
A book about the past
and making the most
of the time we have.
Oh, the time we have…
A book about love
and how it makes us blind.
Close your eyes and read my mind…
A book about you,
a book about me.
We can dream up a storyline,
see where it leads...
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The beating and the beaten heart
keep time to the same, sad song.
The one we've written for ourselves
and for others to sing along.
The beating and the beaten heart
keep rhythm just the same.
One to the bitter melody,
the other, the sad refrain.
~And when the song is over
the curtains will come down.
No encore and no roses,
no one to take a bow...
The beating and the beaten heart,
Life's Great Metronome.
Play on until my soul is purged.
Oh please, my heart, play on.
Oh please, my heart, play on.
Oh please, my heart, play on...
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