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In home theaters
still projecting
undestructing
a voice from the back of your
double feature
soft and harder
wait
in silence
while planning your attack
shining through the hollow today
thinking maybe heavens away
they've shown this on both screens
they've shown this on both screens
in torn seats are
film leaders
lead the charging
of armies into war, yeah
lead the charge of
twin teachers
false and feature
picture and author, yeah
flipping through the photos they send ya
going to 16th and Valencia
they've shown this on both screens
they've shown this on both screens
team
teeming with things
you can find in the dark
dust in the light
falling through
day after night
falling with you
photos of you
oooooooooohhhh
in soft seats are
stills projecting
no protecting
from voices in the back of ya
double feature
soft and heartland
stone the hope then
they slip ya through the cracks yeah
flipping through the photos they send ya
going to 16 and Valencia
they've shown this on both screens
they've shown this on both screens
they've shown this on both screens
they've shown this on both screens
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We're lit by a torch
As we kneel in the court of the king
As we sift through the bones of an idol
We dig for the bones of an idol
When the will is gone
'Cause something keeps turning us on
You hold up the cup
You've been searching for
Since you were young
When you still had the bones of an idol
If you still had the bones of an idol
You'd be long long gone
But something keeps turning you on
We cling to the raft we are missing
By half what we wanted
But we escaped with the bones of an idol
Escaped with the belt and the title
But our land is gone
And something keeps turning us on
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The cat calls through the night
and two chicks in the parking lot
crack wise on the price of fame
they stood to gain
the phonebook's been ripped off
and two shapes in the dark
across the way know the price of flight
its weight and size
if you've got something
that sheds some light
use it tonight, tonight
heads down thumbs up
two sips from the cup of human kindness
and im shit faced, just laid to waste
so wait here, wait up
stock tips from the credit checks
come next in the logic's line
halt on that dime
if you've got will and a little time
use it tonight, tonight
you had to send a wrecking crew after me
i cant walk right
you had to send a wrecking crew after me
i cant walk right
phantom of the heart
four beats from the parting lungs and mind
since i was a child
just grew there wild
so heads down thumbs up
four beats from soft
and get set to exercise your right
use it tonight
if theres a choice between a chace and flight
choose it tonight, tonight
you had to send a wrecking crew after me
i cant walk right
you had to send a wrecking crew after me
i cant walk right
i cant walk right
use it tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
night
night
night
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I leapt across three or four beds into your arms
Where I had hidden myself somewhere in your charm
Our golden handshake has been smashed into this shape.
It's taken magic to a primitive new place
Watch 'em run, although it's the minimum, heroic
We hunched together in one chair out on the deck
In snow that froze and fell down on the modern set
It looked as if I picked your name out of a hat
Next thing you know you are asleep in someone’s lap
Watch 'em run, although it's the minimum, heroic
We quit the room
Quit so our thoughts could rest
Rest them, I'll never move?
That's when we grab a hold
Of whatever it is we fell into
Lousy with your content
With what the majestic cannot find
In business of your lives
The perception, it is wrong, mile after mile
The phantom taste drinking wine from your heels
We have arrived too late to play the bleeding heart show
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Look, we've seen this kind of thing before
Jackie threats with cobras at the door
don't live your life inside a narrow filled with glances
New York City find your chances
yes you've had 'em
yes you've had 'em
yes you've had 'em
on a train devouring the land
there's a kid going insane over her man
insane over her man
insane over her
look, we've seen this kind of thing before
four kids hanging from the reference door
and if he hollers let him out
cause he's gonna shout
something in the way she moves
just shouldn't be allowed
left on the jungle floor
Jackie's dressed in cobras
givin me ideas
what I really need now is ideas
look, we've seen this kind of thing before
vampires flown across the ballroom floor
mistake his blood-lust feast for dancin
New York City find your chances
yes you've had 'em
yes you've had 'em
yes you've had 'em
on a train devouring the land
there's a kid going insane over her man
insane over her man
insane over her
on a train devouring the land
there's a kid going insane over her man
insane over her man
insane over her
on a train devouring the land
there's a kid going insane over her man
insane over her man
insane over her
left on the jungle floor
Jackie's dressed in cobras
left on the jungle floor
Jackie's dressed in cobras
left on the jungle floor
Jackie's dressed in cobras
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Let me through
paper in fist
Jessica numbers
tell me if
we're clear
write me a star
just tape a letter to the door
this thing is your mission
the lone-wishin condition
brave
under the war
Jessica numbers
to the wall
slip through
ever the thief
is posed to hero
but we'll see
this thing is your mission
the lone-wishin condition
push me through
counting the miles
measuring all my shadows by
old star
shifting to red
just tape the numbers to the bed
head-tripping on the sadness
as it passes
as word across
the window frost
and now
starting to fear
the kicking year
at last, yes
keeping an eye on
let me through
paper in fist
Jessica numbers
give me this
let's fall
look where we land
just like the answer on my hand
this thing is your mission
the lone-wishin condition
this thing is your mission
the lone-wishin condition
Jessica numbers
are due
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In coral and gray
In submarine chambers
One day
It swam for the light
The jewels that lit
The cities that float there
Cities in circles drawn perfect, complete
Holding the secrets on my street
My street, my street
So come in and play
The song of the siren
It's commonplace
You hear the voice rise
In one wave
And crash on your doorstep
Making the circle here perfect, complete
These are the fables on my street
Ten thousand dancing girls
Kicking cans 'cross the sky
No reason why
Why ask to pay yourself
For the call of the wild
You found this child
So raise him
And wind your back
Come back to the river
The currents speed by
And hope the men fear
The hammer comes down
So hard on the evening
Cracking the dawn of your
Days are repeat
These are fables on my street
My street, my street
Heaven shook Hell
And down from its pockets
The ring in your bell
It fell through your hands
Hang at your feet
The doors that won't open
Marking the journey of our friends complete
These are the fables of my street
My street
My street, my street
Lay down in glory, you're not alone
My street, my street
Lay down in glory, you're not alone
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Don't you know
after picking the glass off the ground
Don't you know
after shaking the thing for a sound
Do we see what the clock makes you do
But I won't let this happen to you
In a town
where I lost every shirt on the fence
Don't you know
I am bleeding a trail through the lens
When I see what I now know is you
I was caught in the eye as you came
Pulled by my name
I'm fallin' through
Traveling at godspeed
over the hills and trails
I have refused my call
pushin' my lazy sails
Into the blue flame
I want to crash here right now
The hourglass spills its sand
if only to punish you
for listenin' too long
to one song
listenin' too long
to one song
Sing me Spanish techno
listenin' too long
to one song
listenin' too long
to one song
Sing me Spanish techno
Don't you know
after wiring the thing to explode
Wired for sound
wide awake here for days in a row
Now we see what the engine can do
And I won't let this happen to you
I won't let this happen to you
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Pinwheel spark break loose and roll
where you stop nobody knows
just a thought but gone down
it’s been carved into a point understand
turned into someone that you only know
when you’re falling through your clothes
run run run deep breath then jump
roll with your vertigo stomp
now you’re clear but gone down
you’ve been cleared of every charge understand
you’ve turned into someone that you only know
when you’re falling through your clothes
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I could have it
without with the whores and their buggies
I suppose their father knows best
where the wind goes
you could always see into the dark for miles around
my job was to try and make a sound
then I heard the call of
I heard the call to
screaming I don't wanna
I saw the girls
the new world minstrels
whispering I don't wanna
tormented kings
your children of the earth sing
under an embalmed clear sky
under an embalmed clear sky
I foresee that you'll be weakened
the children of your cash
I can tell you can't live without it
who was I to come between a whore and her money?
yes there is a war
boys versus girls
clowns versus their curls
I invested well
and heavily into your antics
I requested suicide blonde
loudly
yes there is a war
its much like the one I've been waiting for
boys versus girls
clowns versus their curls
I heard the call of
I heard the call to
screaming I don't wanna
I saw the pearls
the new world minstrels
whispering I don't wanna
tormented kings
your children of the earth sing
under an embalmed clear sky
under an embalmed clear sky
I heard the call of
I heard the call to
screaming I don't wanna
I saw the pearls
the new world minstrels
whispering I don't wanna
tormented kings
your children of the earth sing
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Give me a home
Where the past won't pay no mind
In case i'm bringing my own
Bring me a team of replacements
Just in case the place I'm taking's my own own own
Own own own
Three or four hourglass
Three or four hourglass
Tell me I'm numb
I'll be back in just a shake
To see how my babies have grown
Circle the chairs
To protect us from the law
In case you needed my own own own
Own own own
Three or four hourglass
Three or four hourglass
Three or four hourglass
Oo oh...
Three or four hourglass
Three or four hourglass
Three or four hourglass
Three or four hourglass
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On a tear
under siege
under oath
anna lee
won't you come
strap yourself
to my side
with our grill
in disguise
we've got more
lives than I
ever dreamed
you could own
at one time
there's a shake with the shock
and a gift off with them
they carry the dust of the failing wisdom
for you there's not any warning
for you there's not any warning
and love is 5 in the morning
on a tear
cautiously
we advance
anna lee
won't you come
pass the torch
bring your hands
yes and no
there's no right
but we have no
better light
to see through
to our star bodies go
there's a shake with the shock
and a gift off with them
they carry the dust of the failing wisdom
for you there's not any warning
for you there's not any warning
and love is 5 in the morning
now take me to where your sister lives
take me to where your sister lives
take me to where your sister lives
take me to where your sister lives
on a tear
far from home
by a thread
anna lee
what's been said
has to say
between us
call me over
I trust
we lay here
'til we must
make our break
to our star bodies go
there's a shake with the shock
and a gift off with them
they carry the dust of the failing wisdom
for you there's not any warning
for you there's not any warning
and love is 5 in the morning
for you there's not any warning
'til we skip through the towns to the bright sweet past on
and bury the dust of the failing wisdom
for you there's not any warning
for you there's not any warning
and love is 5 in the morning
for you there's not any warning
now take me to where your sister lives
take me to where your sister lives
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Come on, come out of the rain. You're not oppressed you're just too learned. I took the book, I looked the page - your sabbatical was burning.
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street, let's sully every stage. Lick my lips, twist my hips, but Contessa....I already did.
Some things work but me I choose to lose my skin in the dirt. This whiskey priest he burned the church to keep his girls alive.
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street, let's sully every stage we meet. Lick my lips, twist my hips, but Contessa.....I already did.
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street
(Refrain til it fades out)
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I counted on my private archimonde (?)
Trusted it all along
But now I'm on my way
We left the house,
Your fingers in my mouth
Stacked crooked all along
But now I'm on my way
Stacked crooked all along
But now I'm on my way
Ooh
The force left through the red light of the hours
I tried to imagine it
I couldn't imagine it
The vantage falling from the ivory tower
I tried to imagine it
I couldn't imagine it
You clicked and tossed
Your cryptic crossword loss
You then abandoned talks
And now it's hard to say
While we would weep
In smoke-and-mirror states
Stacked crooked all along
But now I'm on my way
Stacked crooked all along
But now I'm on my way
Ooh
The force left through the red light of the hours
I tried to imagine it
I couldn't imagine it
The vantage falling from the ivory tower
I tried to imagine it
I couldn't imagine it
Do not do not deny me
Tonight I lost a deal
Do not do not deny me
My own guillotine, oh
Do not do not my
Attention to detail
Do not do not deny me
The clicking of the heels
Do not do not deny me
Deny my loss of feel
Do not do not deny me
My Achilles' Heel
Do not do not my
Attention to detail
Do not do not deny me
The clicking of the heels
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In a good girl new world, teaming with you, filled to the roof,
To make high art, mad love, nightly news,
Skip the reviews, they don't want to be known, don't want it read,
It's just something that's floating in somebody's head.
So let me, princess, print this. Let me, princess, print this.
In a postcard parkside rendez-vous, teaming with you
To make high art based on walking the dog, walking through fog,
And please skip the reviews, because someone you've met's
Become something exploding in somebody's head.
Let me, princess, print this. Let me, princess, print this.
It leaves voices in people
In a countdown downtown total eclipse, big as the Ritz,
You find new signs, no time, some you could use, lost in your shoes,
But don't skip the reviews, we don't want it said,
"It's just something that's floating in somebody's head".
Let me, princess, print this.
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