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Curtain Call
04:35
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I'm running late again to the curtain call
this night the crowd cheers longer and louder than the last
a counterfeit appears to play us off
I'm running late to the curtain call
I'm running late again to the curtain call
those who are in the front row, I think they know
the cast prepares for hungry nights
now the show is over
the lights will dim and the war rolls on
the bones beneath the theater are fixed and mute as stone
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2. |
Prayer
05:53
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when the moon is gone and the darkness surrounding
migrate south across the badlands
under a birdless sky
blind my eyes with sand and move across the land
the sun may come at last
and somewhere turns the steady wheel of time
when the moon is gone and the darkness surrounding
store the treasures of your kingdom like a pharaoh
someone stop the play
the fire burns backstage
the night is long and slow
the silence of the deepest sadness ringing the bells in your ears
spending every waking moment
staring at my face in mirrors
I swear I've changed my shape so many times
there's got to be a method to the madness here somewhere
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3. |
The Fixer
04:16
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ring round the garden only to find
ten figures swaying in the sky
nothing will take me by surprise
I wonder how you know you're going to be all right
now that the word is out
and you're out of time
nothing will take me by surprise
call on me
when you need a hand
faith is a different kind of currency
babbling a mad man's speech
and gnashing your panicked teeth
I'll take to the underground
and there I will not be found
you know this
memory clear
stick to the plan
have no fear
time to trade hands
write a new book
leave it all out
get a new look
I won't tell a soul
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4. |
Suburban Flu
03:47
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petroleum errands in the morning dew
I have contracted suburban flu
through airport security
down hospital hallways snakes
the scent of something rotten beneath my nose
it comes first returning
bellowing the song and dance
of modern life
I've got this man to parade around on a leash just like a dog
cattle lowing in the moonlight
waiting for the alarm
the secret word is out
let's beat the armchair drums of war again
and lately I've been feeling like someone woke me up and now I'm old
no locked doors
spilled CV across the kitchen floor
spinning top morality
stretching to infinity
world without oil
shape without gesture
slimy talking suit with a thing for sex swings manning the whip
dredging for a place among
the grocery walkers of the middle class
and we will not rise above and shake them from the rafters
the world's not worth a fuss
after all it's not made for us
and I would even settle for a speck of dust
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5. |
Fantasy Park
05:28
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out among the monuments
the ice and dust and slime
we move
moving to the desert
I forgot the future again
the burning out in emptiness
skimming on the surface
surfing through the content
yeah, skimming on the surface
take a look around you
you've been here before
at the end of history
you wait for me
the flat and distant traveling away from me
yeah, this is happening again
you look in my eyes and tell me
this is happening again and again and again
you whistle the same tune
but the feeling still lingers
as soon as you have it
it slips through your fingers
"the harder you stare
the blacker the air
the faster you run
the taller the staircase"
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6. |
Rising From The Past
04:14
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7. |
O Sun
03:15
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o sun
won't you come burn the landscape?
forgive me for I am sick
please deliver us from this place
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8. |
Immaculate
04:26
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time to watch myself again
catch up with my surrogate
all the messages are read
you've been missing out again
who can keep a better pace?
g_uge m_ ey_ba_ls __t my f__e
there is nothing left to say
please don't wait
time to watch myself again
you're afraid they're tuning in
that's why you won't do me in
tracing patterns on the screen
there's another one of me
stranger waiting in the wings
waiting for the final sweep
please don't wait
I'm clean and immaculate
the stream runs a different day
but I feel the same way
oh no, you're immaculate too
the stream runs a different day
but I feel the same
time to lock myself in
one day we will meet again
up above a flooded land
no one will be lost at last
now I'll run down endless paths
then storm out and warn the crowd
but they just sit and laugh and laugh and laugh
the time rolls by to turn us into dust
I'm clean and immaculate
the stream runs a different day
but I feel the same way
oh no, you're immaculate too
the stream runs a different day
but I feel the same way
the dead gaze
of some imposter
the thief has a getaway
but I know his name well
oh let me flee from this place
the stream runs a different day but I feel the same
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9. |
CF/SM (For Bob Flanagan)
04:19
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the medicine was not working
or the hours you've been visiting
tell me I've been out of line
the usual feels just fine
all the cracks are filling in
in every home an exhibition
in every single room a playpen
I walk them all
you can take my human from me
make me feel like someone's fantasy
propped up watching you watch me
make me feel brand new again, complete
please no sentimental songs
it's funny now that it's taken so long
a pillow for my weary head
shut up and get your ass in bed
all the cracks are filling in
in every home an exhibition
in every single room a playpen
open up inside and let me take a look around
while you were out on the aisles
I was sharpening the nails
I fell from room to room
and there was nothing left to know
you better put your hands on me
you know I feel it coming
you can take my human from me
make me feel like someone's fantasy
propped up watching you watch me
make me feel brand new again, complete
I love you this much
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10. |
Exhibitions
03:53
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face it I am coming around to question
I will re-evaluate the best one
put your legs across my back and listen
you want it here
a fine tableaux
I'm guessing
I admit this place is not the same
poor Regan
she's taken her cues from the mute
it just feels like I'm losing control
all the days
the days are the same
when I'm away from the salt
a bride I'll make
can't wait to waste it all
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