1. |
Rise-upping
02:00
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Six A.M., I'm already in transit
It's gonna be a good day
Surely, I can sense it
(Godspeed )Godspeed me to the garden
With its ergonomic chairs and its central air-conditioning
We're so grateful, so grateful
So grateful to be part of something
Yeah we're so grateful, so grateful
So grateful to be part of something
2 pm, I've got a fever peaking
Oh, the singular ecstasy
Of data-warehousing
In the company of others
Who think like me (like me)
(Who) like the clicking and the buzzing
And the telephones ringing
Oh, the sounds of sanctuary in a crucial corner
of the eternal machinery of this grand empire
We're just zeroes and ones and we're
having all the fun yeah,
Zeroes and ones and we've got no time
to rest, no...
(cos we're)
Working all day to build the economy
Working all night to keep America happy
Working all day to build the economy
Working all night to keep America happy
(But,) what about your individual liberties?
(Fuck that shit, we're just in it for the money)
What about your cultural identities?
(Fuck that shit, we'll just buy it with your money)
(Fuck that shit, we'll just buy it with your money)
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Baby, it's Saturday Night
And I'm too tired to put up a fight
I'm a little sick of staring at the back of your head
So wont you melt, goddamn you...
I know there's still hope
Now I don't need no spectacle
You know that I'll settle for a charity cuddle
I've been working so hard on a job
I don't care for
Don't make me have to grovel
'Cos I know that you're just as lonesome
Maybe even more 'cos you've got nowhere else to go
And I know, you're a delicate soul
So let's try a little tenderness, oh,
don't you know-
I've got needs, like you've got needs
Yeah I've got needs, like you've got needs
So won't you come a little closer
And take a little sugar from...
Would you like me to dance for you?
Be all sexually inert and pitiful
Would you take me from behind?
Would that make you smile
and put all this bitterness aside,?
'Cos I know
There's still hope...
Oh, those hungry eyes that I've fantasized about
For as long as I remember
I'm just a heifer at your swollen altar,
Won't you wash me in the holy water…
Holy waters of love
Won't you come a little closer
Take a little sugar
Come a little closer
And take a little sugar
From me
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3. |
Redecoration blues
02:23
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This house, this despairing house
With its yellowing walls and its listless upholstery,
This house, this sick joke of a house
With its hospital lights and the flooring from the 70's
And the curtains, yeah the curtains
The curtains in the living room
How I wish they weren't blue
And the kitchen, and the dining are just the same
Oh, its driving me insane
(I need a…I need a…I need a…I…I….)
This house, this sick joke of a house
Where the furniture makes no sense whatsoever
This house, this sick joke of a house
With its weeping windows and its roof
of lead
And the tortured shapes made by the tortured fittings
That are screaming in the bathroom ,(the) mirrors are shattering
And the desperate sighs made by the desperate doors make me cry
But you don't seem to mind, oh
(I need a…I need a…I need a…I…I...)
Darling, you should've seen it coming
But I guess you don't have the imagination
To suffer, in quite as many colours as I do
But we know, but we know
That's not true...
This life, this sick joke of a life
With your slippers and your withering sex-drive
This life, this sick joke of a life
With your first-editions and your ridiculous garden
(and the) the soap-carving, the soap-carving
Sitting for hours in contented bliss
With your history-blogging, fucking
history-blogging
How could you be so well-adjusted?
(When I need a…I need a…I need a…I…I…)
Oh, Darling, you should've seen it coming
but I guess you don't have the
imagination
To suffer in quite as many colours as I do
But we know, but we know
That I could poison you and you'd never see it coming
Death threat…this is a…this is a
Oh, I could poison you and you'll never see it coming
Death threat
This is a…this is a...
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4. |
The devil's plateau
02:44
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I was thinking of something, something
Something beautiful, something of value
But you rolled over and you made that familiar sound
And I knew I had to put the kettle on
How I wish I was
But I'm glad I'm not
How I wish I was...
Alone
I was reading something, something
Something meaningful, something true
But you came over with your coffee and your morning face
And I sniggered and said something crude
'Cos thinking of you makes me think of the years
I've wasted on the battle to unsettle your confidence, and
How I've found myself so comfortable just
Going through the motions on another
Sunday Afternoon
Do you wanna?
I know you don't wanna
I can tell by the way that you've positioned yourself
So turn the TV on, let's laugh at televangelists
Just don't stop me when i reach for your
.…reach for your…
For a minute, when my hand gets inside your shirt
I think I'm winning, 'cos there's no resistance at first
But then I realize there is no prize
'Cos I can't get it up without the routine
Story of my life, undone by conditioning
And oh
We're still not old
But inertia binds our bones together
And we know…(now)….
(That) all wars are hollow
'Cos every day is Sunday
On the Devil's Plateau
He'll make you feel at home….
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5. |
Wartime mornings
04:12
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Wake that heart of stone
To face another wartime morning
"Did you leave the milk out?
(I know you didn't, no you didn't)
Did you move the pictures again?
(I never said you did, but)
There's no war
But you're sealing the windows off
There's no war
But you're sealing the windows off
Draw the blinds, let the summer in
Step away from the battle now
You look dazed and displaced and ever
so confused
Trust is a precarious thing
Like an axe that swings on a spider string
But oh no … sweet Joan … you don't
have to fight alone...
"Did you forget the bills again?
(Did ya?)
Did you forget your pills again?
There's no war
But you're sealing the windows off
There's no war
But you're sealing the windows off
you've been gaslit, you've been gaslit
But you won't see it, you won't ever,
you won't ever
You've been gaslit …gaslit
But you won't see it. you won't ever, you
won't ever no.
It's the only way, the only way
The only way that I could reach out
To you
('Cos) I've been hurting you
Far too long
To stop now
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6. |
Magic wand
05:49
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Death colored moon, I surrender to you
This flesh wound, an oath to the Gods of War
The narcotic juice that would flow from her
loins…. has run dry
And this here defeated fool, has a confession
before he dies
This cripple, bent over a shit-soaked barrel
This common drone, borne of a common whore
Yes, common, spread and violated
From 8 to 4, from 8 to 4
But not anymore
As her rainbows and her blue skies
Bend to snap, snap and lose their colour
And the whip hand turns swiftly
To crack, crack
I won't be collared, no…
I will cut down your ivory tower
Piece by piece, with a chisel and hammer
And I hope you feel every stroke
Cut into your belly and down your throat
(yeah) I'll tear it down and build a monument
to vulgar intentions, on ground you hold sacred
To fucking spite your rabbit-like, your-
Security-obsessed, middle-class mind
Your rabbit-like…
I am the death of the Common Man
I am the death of all that you understand
I am the sweat that lubricates your hand
When you're waiting for the moment, you'll know
I'll be there
You can rub up some independence
But you can't rub off that smell
I am the death of
I am the death of
I am the death of all
And I won't rest till I've seen you suffer
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7. |
Shanti's last stand
05:10
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This moon is drunk
And bored like gods of old
And it's cracked and defunct
Marginalized and fucked…
Cold like the grills on my unforgiving window
Stained, and shamed and without riposte
Don't you know
I'll shout it out all night
I will be heard, I will be remembered
Shout it out all night
I will be heard, I will be remembered
So, let's even the score
I want my six inches of restitution
But you've only got four…
Here comes my matador
Sticking toothpicks in toads
Preening in the daytime, and squirming
all night
(He can) afford to see justice in the shape
of a kitchen knife
A slit below the belt and
I'm certain that he'll shit himself
-yeah, a slit below the belt
and he'll shit himself
(Won't you help)
Shout it out all night
I will be heard, I will be remembered
Let's shout it out all night
I will be heard, I will be remembered
So, let's even the score
I want my six inches of restitution
But you've only got four.
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8. |
Dominus Domina
03:34
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Olive branch, salve for wounds unhealed
Fleeting chance, for eager machetes to be sheathed
I'll see it done. Yes i'll see it done.
I'll see it… see it… see it ...
I see, I see your pricked up ears steal a
Whisper of a doubt in my confidence
(Dominus, Dominus, Dominus)
Domina
Hemlock tongue, coils around my throat
(swallow it swallow it)
No place to run, as you move to fill my
belly with shame
(swallow it swallow it)
Your Gollum hands steal a sliver of a chance
To debase and dehumanize
(Dominus)
Domina
There's so much to resolve yet
(Don't think about it, don't think about it )
There's so much we don't know yet
(Don't you think about it, don't you think about it)
A child born in the absence of love is
Doomed, doomed to be deformed.
Sick of the eye and sick of the mind
For the poison lies
Within the seed.
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9. |
Entreaty
04:22
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If you could only see the brighter side
If you could only see the brighter side
If you could fall asleep, instead of throwing little
pieces of your heart at me
If you could only see the brighter side
(Drop the act you know you blew your last chance
Don't procrastinate, I'll make it quick and painless)
Oh, sugar plum,
Oh, light of my life
(Won't you) dry your eyes now and dance with me tonight
This shade of Devil doesn't flatter your knees
(So won't you) put that knife down and dance with me
I know I've burned all of your bridges
And I've ruined your life
But I'm all that you've got now
And your running out of time
So take my hand cos' the grown up world is
Calling out... to you
As the dawn slithers to hoist the flag
of this new world of perfect order
Where the illusion of truth outweighs
Kosher in value, and
All we have to do is get in and salute
So darling, oh honeybee
Won't you help me build a more convenient reality?
The role of a lifetime of a perfect wife
And I swear, I swear I'll be a model of fidelity
(Don't shake, it's a common mistake
For the end of the road is sharp and stainless)
Oh, sugar plum
Oh, light of my life
(Won't you) dry your eyes now and dance with
me tonight?
Your fear of judgement will see you well
Acclimatized to this charade
That none of us escapes, 'cos
When you think about it,
The middle of the barrel isn't as bad as the bottom can be
So open your eyes 'cos the grown up world is
Calling out... to you
Think about the kids in Africa
Won't you think about the kids in Africa?
Won't you look me in the eye
and tell me you're not better off
Tell me you're not better.
Tell me you're not better off…
Tell me...
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10. |
Katy
03:04
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Don't fear the winter.
It's just a change in alignment of the planets
around your head
Don't fear the worst now
'Cos popular culture says its perfectly natural,
but
Oh, Katy
(Those cosmic curves send my thighs-a-quiver)
Oh, Katy, oh no
(Those Disney eyebrows are pulling at
something)
At something I didn't know could be moved
There's a storm here, somewhere between
Me and the stillness of this here magazine cover
I haven't moved for hours, now
Its the edge of the universe as they'll have
you know it,
(but)
Oh, Katy, oh no
(The shepherd weeps when the flesh is weak)
Oh, Katy, oh no!
(You're the devil I'm sure..but I won't be
turned)
Into something as hideous as you
Oh you and your wicked kind
Don't speak for me at all
With your airbrushed eyes and your
photoshop smile
Why don't you put some clothes on?
I see the death of western civilization
Etched across your face
I see snakes move in your whore belly
I see your children cry in shame
And I shall not be swayed
By some synthesized ideal of perfection
No matter what those breasts say
No matter what they say
Don't fear the winter
It's just a change in alignment of the planets
around your head.
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11. |
Cracks on the screen
04:28
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Unstuck on a Friday night
Reassembled on an uneventful Thursday
At first light ,to watch myself be disconnected
For the very last time
Just a loose-limbed puppet, manipulated
By divine interventional string
That would come to bring
A spoonful of vengeance to the right place
at the right time
To fulfil my destiny
And its so easy
When you're on the right side of the glass
Such a laugh, its unsentimental, but when
You're in the middle, you can't...
Move
Candlelit serenity,
Routine perfection, practiced to deceive
But the shadows tell a different story
In a dance of death and war and fury, oh
And I cannot be moved
Till the enemy consumes and is consumed by
The fruit of an eternity's loathing,
Unsuspecting, with eyes singing to me
And its not easy
When you're on the wrong side of the glass
You can scratch and kick and complain
But you're just gonna have to sit through it all
again
How long, how long, until
You decide to change the channel
And let the sewage seep through
The cracks on the screen?
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Adam & the fish eyed poets Chennai, India
Adam & the fish eyed poets is the recording project of chennai based singer/songwriter Kishore Krishna
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