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Raise the sky.
We got to fly over the land, over the sea. Fate unwinds and if we die, souls arise. God, do not seize me please, till victory. Take arms. Take aim. Be without shame No one to bow to, to vow to, to blame. Legions of light, virtuous flight. Ignite, excite. And you will see us coming, V formation, through the sky. Film survives. Eyes cry. On the hill, hear us call through a realm of sound. Oh, oh-oh. Down and down. Down and round, oh, down and round. Round and round, oh, round and round. Rend the veil and we shall sail. The nail, the grail: That's all behind thee. In deed, in creed, the curve of our speed. And we believe that we will raise the sky. We got to fly over the land, over the sea. Fate unwinds and if we die, souls arise. God, do not seize me please, till victory. Victory. Till victory. |
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| 4:08 |
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Blood on the T.V., ten o'clock news
Souls are invaded, heart in a groove Beatin' and beatin', so outta time What's the mad matter with the church chimes? Here comes a stranger up on Ninth Avenue Leanin' green tower, indiscreet view Over the cloud, over the bridge Sensitive muscle, sensitive ridge of my Space monkey, sign of the time, time Space monkey, so outta line, line Space monkey, sort of divine And he's mine, mine, all mine Pierre Clementi, snot full o' cocaine The sexual streets, why it's all so insane? Humans are running lavender room Hoverin' liquid, move over moon for my Space monkey, sign of the time, time Space monkey, so outta line, line Space monkey, sort of divine And he's mine, mine, oh he's mine A stranger comes up to him Hands him an old, rusty Polaroid It starts crumbling in his hands He says, "Oh man, I don't get the picture This is no picture, this is just, this just a, this just a" "This is my jack-knife, this is my jack-knife This is my jack-knife, this is my jack" Rude excavation, landin' site, boy hesitatin', jack-knife He rips his leg open, so out of time Blood and light runnin', it's all like a dream Light of my life, he's dressed in flame It's all so predestined, it's all such a game for my Space monkey, sign of the time, time Space monkey, so outta line, line Space monkey, sort of divine And it's all just space, just space There he is, up in a tree Oh, I hear him callin' down to me That banana-shaped object ain't no banana It's a bright, yellow U.F.O. And he's coming to get me, here I go Up, up, up, up, up, up, up ,up, up Oh, goodbye mama I'll never do dishes again Here I go from my body Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha help |
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take me now baby here as I am
pull me close, try and understand desire is hunger is the fire I breathe love is a banquet on which we feed come on now try and understand the way I feel when I'm in your hands take my hand come undercover they can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now because the night belongs to lovers because the night belongs to lust because the night belongs to lovers because the night belongs to us have I doubt when I'm alone love is a ring, the telephone love is an angel disguised as lust here in our bed until the morning comes come on now try and understand the way I feel under your command take my hand as the sun descends they can't touch you now, can't touch you now, can't touch you now because the night belongs to lovers ... with love we sleep with doubt the vicious circle turn and burns without you I cannot live forgive, the yearning burning I believe it's time, too real to feel so touch me now, touch me now, touch me now because the night belongs to lovers ... because tonight there are two lovers if we believe in the night we trust because tonight there are two lovers ... |
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| 4:43 |
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We shall live again, we shall live.
What is it children that falls from the sky ? Tayi, taya, tayi, aye aye. Mannah from Heaven from the most high, Food from the father, tayi, taye aye. We shall live again, we shall live again, We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance. Peace to your brother, give and take peace, Tayi, taya, it leaves two feet One foot extended, snake to the ground, Wave up the Earth, one turn around. We shall live again, we shall live again, We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance. Stretch out your arms now tip and swing, Rude up thy bird, tayi, tayi. Threw out your shoe over the soil, Dust off the words that shaped from the tale. We shall live again, we shall live again, We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance. Here we are, Father, Lord, Holy Ghost, Bread of your bread, ghost of your host, We are the tears that fall from your eyes, Word of your word, cry of your cry. We shall live again, we shall live again, We shall live again. What is it, Father, in your eye, What is this wisdom, eyes of God, That makes me feel just what I need. You used to fly me the way to speed. What is it, Father, holy that night ? What is it, Father, that moves to the right ? What is it, Father, that is waiting in Heaven ? What is it, Father, that shapes from your hand ? What is it, Father, that makes me spin around ? What is it, Father, that brings me down What is it, Father, you can't tell what I like. What is it, Father, I just ride into space What is it, Father, I can tell you one night What is it, Father, I can tell what I like What is it, Father, are you into shape What is it, Father, are you calling today What is it, Father ... |
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I haven't fucked much with the past,
but I've fucked plenty with the future. Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed. A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure. I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that nestled the P.A. Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed. The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn't bear to use it. When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil, and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy Comanche lies beneath this netting of the skin. I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun. I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. In heart I am a Moslem; in heart I am an American; in heart I am Moslem, in heart I'm an American artist, and I have no guilt. I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin. The narrow archway; the layers; the scroll of ancient lettuce. We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore. He spared the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to God. |
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I see it all before me:
The days of love and torment; The nights of rock-and-roll. I see it all before me. Sometimes my spirit's empty; Don't have the will to go on. I wish someone would send me Energy. Give me something. Give me something to give. Oh, God, give me something: A reason to live. My body is aching. Don't want sympathy. Come on. Come and love me. Come on. Set me free. Set me free. The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul. He leadeth me through the path of righteousness for His name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me. Hey, Lord, I'm waitin' for you. Oh, God, I'm waitin' for you; Waitin' to open Your ninety-eight wounds And be Thee, be Thee. Lead me, oh, lead me. Leave me something. Leave me something to live. Oh, God, give me something: A reason to live. I don't want no handout; No, not sympathy. Come on. Come and love me. Come on. Set me free. Set me free. Come on. Set me free Set me free . . . Oh, I'm so young, so goddamn young. Oh, I'm so young, so goddamn young. Oh, I'm so young, so goddamn. Set me free. In the presence of my enemies, Thou anointest my head with oil. My cup runneth over. Surely, goodness and mercy shall follow me All the days of my life. And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Ah, damn, goddamn, goddamn, goddamn. Here I am. |
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| 4:18 |
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You say you want me.
I want another. Say you dream of me. Dream of your brother. Oh, the stars shine so suspiciously for we three. You said when you were with me that nothing made you high. We drank all night together and you began to cry so recklessly. Baby, please, don't take my hope away from me. You say you want me. I want another, baby. You say you wish for me. Wish for your brother. Oh, the dice roll so deceptively for we three. It was just another Saturday and ev'rything was in the key of A. And I lit a cigarette for your brother. And he turned and heard me say so desp'rately, "Baby, please, don't take my hope away from me." You say you want me. I want another. You say you pray for me. Pray for your brother. Oh, the way that I see him is the way I see myself. So please stand back now and let time tell you. Oh, can't you see that time is the key that will unlock the destiny of we three? Every night on sep'rate stars, before we go to sleep, we pray so breathlessly. Baby, please, don't take my hope away from me. |
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| 4:04 |
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We explore the men's room.
We don't give a shit. Ladies' lost electricity; Take vows inside of it. Desire to dance; Too startled to try. Wrap my legs 'round you, Starting to fly. Let's explore Up there, up there, up there, On the twenty-fifth floor. Circle all around me, Coming for the kill, kill, kill Oh kill me baby Like a kamikaze Heading for a spill. Oh but it's all spilt milk to me. Desire to dance; Too startled to try. Wrap my legs 'round you, Starting to fly. Let's soar Up there, up there, up there, On the twenty-fifth floor. We do not eat Flower of creation. We do not eat, Eat anything at all. Love is, love was, love is a manifestation. I'm waiting for a contact to call. Love's war. Love's cruel. Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight. I'm waiting here to refuel. I'm gonna make contact tonight. Love in my heart. The night to exploit. Twenty-five stories over Detroit, And there's more Up there, up there, up there. Stoned in space. zeus. christ. it has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be. within the context of neo rock we must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke which man calls order. pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man to reform and transform waste. The transformation of waste The transformation of waste The transformation of waste The transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man. man being the chosen alloy, he must be reconnected—via shit, at all cost. inherent with(in) us is the dream of the task of the alchemist to create from the clay of man. and to re-create from excretion of man pure and then soft and then solid gold. All must not be art. some art we must disintegrate. Positive (anarchy must exist.) In background: (i feel it swirling around me I feel it feeling no pain I'm waiting above for you baby I know that I'll see you up there I'm floating in a door backward On boundaries over this world I'm waiting above in the sky, dear Upon a [ ] ...) |
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what i feel when i'm playing guitar
is completely cold and crazy, like i don't owe nobody nothing and it's just a test just to see how far i can relax into the cold wave of a note. when everything hits just right (just and right) the note of nobility can go on forever. i never tire of the solitary E and i trust my guitar and i don't care about anything. sometimes i feel like i've broken through and i'm free and i could dig into eternity into eternity riding the wave and realm of the E. sometimes it's useless. here i am struggling and filled with dread afraid that i'll never squeeze enough graphite from my damaged cranium to inspire or asphyxiate any eyes grazing like hungry cows across the stage or page. inside of me i'm crazy i'm just crazy. inside i must continue. i see her, my stiff muse, jutting around round round round like a broken speeding statue. the colonial year is dead and the greeks too are finished. the face of alexander remains not only solely due to sculpture but through the power and foresight and magnetism of alexander himself. the artist must maintain his swagger. he must he must he must be intoxicated by ritual as well as result. look at me i am laughing. i am laughing. i am lapping cocaine from the hard brown palm of the bouncer. and i trust my guitar. therefore we black out together. therefore i would run through scum. and scum is just ahead, ah we see it, but we just laugh. we're ascending through the hollow mountain. we are peeking. we are laughing. we are kneeling. we are laughing. we are radiating at last. this rebellion is just a gas our gas a gas that we pass. |
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| 2:42 |
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Easter Sunday, we were walking.
Easter Sunday, we were talking. Isabel, my little one, take my hand. Time has come. Isabella, all is glowing. Isabella, all is knowing. And my heart, Isabella. And my head, Isabella. Frederick and Vitalie, savior dwells inside of thee. Oh, the path leads to the sun. Brother, sister, time has come. Isabella, all is glowing. Isabella, all is knowing. Isabella, we are dying. Isabella, we are rising. I am the spring, the holy ground, the endless seed of mystery, the thorn, the veil, the face of grace, the brazen image, the thief of sleep, the ambassador of dreams, the prince of peace. I am the sword, the wound, the stain. Scorned transfigured child of Cain. I rend, I end, I return. Again I am the salt, the bitter laugh. I am the gas in a womb of light, the evening star, the ball of sight that leads that sheds the tears of Christ dying and drying as I rise tonight. Isabella, we are rising. Isabella, we are rising . . . |
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