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Good Luck
03:32
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the fingertips mess with the symbols / push them around on the face of the lake / naiads frogmen wasted future traders / wade through the mud holding on to their stakes / sounding for consistant meaning / between the reeds in a bit of haste / let s get these all out into the open / leave them down there they ll just go to waste // the stories of how you fucked it all up / your recipes for annihilation / your parole applications / the parts where you wish us all good luck // type it up on your rusty typewriter / add it up on your difference machine / carve it from a piece of rotten driftwood / carve it into the frame of the screen / etch it into your withering skin / the story of how you fucked it all up / your recipe for annihilation / your parole application / the part where you wish us all good luck
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Dandelions
00:27
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Peach Blossoms
02:51
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white frontiers dark alleys / hidden backdoors wide valleys /men in ties men in chains / women in robes can t explain / why they ve strapped them to those racks / dandelions growing from the cracks / roses & priests who pray for the drowned / cathedrals burning on screens with no sound / fountains awaiting the summer in vain / boys in love girls in pain // smell like peach blossoms / look like white tulips / touch like bone china / taste like red lipstick / smell like narcissus /look like boy soldier /touch like prone fascist/ taste like fetish toy
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White Tulips
03:23
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black tears strange ballets out there off dover and calais / die like flies die in vain / you know the ropes the weak get slain / how they ve stacked them on those wrecks / eye of a needle bottlenecks / dandelions growing on burial grounds / bodies sunk so deep they ll never be found / boys & girls on merry-go-rounds / saints ascending drones coming down // smell like / look like / touch like / taste like
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our gaze is empty our vision s jaded / things are obscurely obliterated / we re just like our daddies complacently faded / & complicit ladies undress & fake it // show us their sweet spots uncover our weak spots / yet we are cowboys rode in on horse robots / so in the darkness we might find comfort / wearing the faces we pinched from the blind gods // in the dark lots with the blues singers / scratching our itch with their deft fingers // we try to forget but the taste lingers / love is like fish fingers // a shadow s crawling across the lake in the evening / & in the mountains a red rift is opening / & heading towards it robot harpies wily things / you can hear their wings but you can t see what they re carrying / could be anything
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1 Grupi Dada
04:17
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Smoking Suit
04:18
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you ve built your home there between the rocks / you took off your face and put on your best boots / we can see your body from our side of the road / staring at you from the holes in our heads / hands in our pockets while the chimneys spit soot/ as a sickly sun rises behind yearning dunes / & you raise an eyebrow in your morning suit // looks as if they d been cut from a block of burnt wood / the colours are ugly but who needs to look / when the black diva sings all she needs is a tune / & the girls who have jumped all they care for is grace / a bit down the river flamingos watch slaves / & a steamboat that carries two figures away / between the warehouses where the fog shrouds the waves // we all dance to the rhythm of the dark idols thumbs / travelling towards the rapids in a boat full of faith / with the moon sitting there like the slab on a tomb / & the ravens & the man who is a horse that is a wraith / have got lost in the infinite maze of your hood / right there in the center they all go up in flames / & you raise an eyebrow in your smoking suit
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okay let s pave the way / let s draw those black lines where they belong / let s clothe the naked with pointy hats / & crochet caps & grace jones masks // tear down the walls / don t touch the columns / they hold up the heavens / they hold up the sky // late afternoon light / a boat on a river / birches & beeches / let s pave the way // let s draw those black lines where they belong / let s clothe the naked in grace jones masks
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Cracks
03:09
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the patterns on your skin / the pattern of your mind / the patterns on your bosom / the patterns left behind /the patterns you ve inherited / the patterns you ve designed / fire-breathing dragons / spells to crack the spells to bind // & behind the cracks there is nothing / behind the nothing we ve built our shacks / between crumbling chunks of concrete / dark dumps toxic stacks // patterns running backwards / patterns running loops / around your neck around your thighs / the number of your troups / the spectres of the unborn / the names of the deceased / the numbers which all add up / to the number of the beast // they all add up to nothing / & behind that nothing we build our shacks / between crumbling chunks of concrete / dark dumps toxic stacks // crisis what crisis / shares are thriving / water s rising / we keep diving
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Dark Patterns
04:21
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Gingers
03:39
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doing the splits in / the streets / probably a Russian town / a goat looking out / from the first / floor of the shell of a house / a man with a flag / in the rain / a woman clutching a white stick / on a dirt road / winterboots / timber fence birches & clouds // two best friends / gingers both / holding each other / they don t know / they both have twins / their life has smothered // crouch down / in the mist / & have a smoke // it s a fine day / after all / look at the sea with your dog
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Goluboy
02:57
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Everythings Gonna Burn
03:05
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wash your hands in cool water / wash your face in cool water / drown your son drown your daughter / cleanse their souls in cool water / for the future you ve bought from the hope pedlars economy line // there ll be no sweet water / there ll be no mild weather / there ll be floods and burnt deserts / extinction will be unfettered / everything s gonna burn pixies told you so back in 89 // monkey is gone to heaven / monkey is gone
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Oxblood Rain
05:32
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the torches have been broken / they ve been broken from the start / the nets dont hold together / the frames been ripped apart / no speech just the unspoken / no writers what s to write / when there is no language / to explicate the fight // just ox blood rain gushing down from shattered skies / foreign pearls pouring out of tortured eyes / sweat & tears and a few contorted cries / soothe your pain with a few concocted lies // collaterally damaged / masses in your wake / you sweep them off your flat earth / see if they can find a stake / out there in the unconscious / where the tracks lead round & round / in a fucked up parousia / not a patch of solid ground // fuck your broken system / i can t fix it / fuck your deadly wound / just find a nurse who licks it / fuck your floods & your droughts / i can t stop them / find some gods to pray to / buy some goats & top them / fuck your forest fires / fuck your rising sea / your failing crops you ve all been told / this is how it s gonna be / (september 1983)
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White Black Gold
01:00
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white black gold / holy shit / your gods will drown / ours will burn
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Bobby Brown
00:11
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Clouds
05:14
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i ve filled up the lake / for you to bathe in / i ve grown you a wood / with a brook to wade in / i ve gathered the salts / so your sun can fade in / a sea spread out wide / softly undulating // if i m a god and you re my love / then which of us is greater / if i make all these things for you / then who is their creator // i ve carved out these peaks / for you to look down on / the plains i ve scrubbed smooth / for your rain to fall down on / and this fog to soothe your eyes / i ve brewed it up in my cauldron / to linger on your skin / kiss your thighs and enfold them // if i m a god and bow to you / then which of us is greater / if i make all these things for you / then who is their creator // and maybe clouds are then machines / to elevate this body / towards your lips and other parts / and make us both feel godly
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Ashes and fallout
04:17
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we ve outlined the structure / a mist and a fog / wrapped it up in your vapours / sunk it deep in my bog / an angels kitchen / as glory goes / these are our symptoms / these are our ghosts / we love them dearly // floodlands & deserts / no need to choose / which side to buy in / either way you can t lose / cause you ve lost it already / now there s two ways to die / drown or be scorched babe / freeze up or fry / ashes & fallout
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