Hannah Marcus - Balck Hole Heaven (2001) by Hannah Marcus (보컬) on maniadb.com

We live on top of a crumbling hill
and at night we hardly see any stars shine.
But the San Bernadino mountains so high
how they rise behind Lot 309.
How they rise behind Lot 309.
How they rise.

The landlord’s son is a drunken bum
and he weed whacks, weed whacks all the time.
Once he got so bombed that he took out his scythe
and he chopped down all the birds of paradise
behind Lot 309. He went wild.
He went wild.

In Altadena the blaze turned the sky black
and orange for days till the flames all died out.
And the poor Bougainvillas got all dried out.
But now it’s cooled off.
Say look at that big black moth coming up from the night.
He’s fallen in love with the yellow hall light.
He’s falling so hard for something so bright.
It’s burning his heart, it’s blinding his sight.
Oh well, that’s life.
Hey, babe come on outside and look at hirn rise.
He’s on fire behind lot 309.
He’s on fire.
He’s on fire behind lot 309.
He’s on fire... .

Jay Jay Jay Jay Jay Jay,
l took that stuff you sold me,
turns out it was not ecstasy.

Jay Jay Jay Jay lay Jay.
been trying now for two days
to stop this plasma party in my brain,
to find out just what part of me remains

And this body like a jungle boat.
lt’s drifting down, down the river.

Jay Jay Hey Jay Hey Jay.
Why won’t you answer my page
been calling and calling and calling
for two damn days?

Hey Jay won’t you wake up?
See my genetic makeup.
I feel it, feel it, feel it starting in to change.
Electric rivers in my brain.

And this body like a jungle boat.
It’s drifting down, down the river.

Jay, it’s changing.
Jay, it’s changing.

Do you know how to dance
with a super black hole.
Well, you got to keep moving
and you can’t get too close
or you’ll fly so high.
You may never come down
from a black hole heaven
there’s no lost and found.

Let the wind take me back
to that old cul-de-sac.
Where we sucked on the nectar
that stopped time in its tracks
and l fell through the cracks
at the backs of the stars.
And into the black hole heaven
of my baby’s arms.

Pulled the car off to the side of the road.
Lit up some fireworks and watched them explode.
Viennese waltz on the car radio
and the universe coming apart.

Let the wind take me back
to that black hole heaven.
The night we went waltzing
beneath Harper’s Arch.
And l fell through the cracks
at the backs of the stars.
And into the black hole heaven
of my blue baby’s arms.

Osiris in pieces
into the screen he stares.
And he builds his little cities
where they don’t need any air.
And he lights his glass pipe
and swivels in his chair.
And snickers as he says
what if I never.
What if I never.

Maybe you can be the one
to fluff up his soul.
To pick up all the shards,
to stuff up the holes.
Maybe you can be the one
to put it all together.
King warrior magician lover
motherfucker whatever.
Motherfucker whatever.

Oh, I can see your plumber crack
as you ride off on your bike
you don’t look back.
Go on speed off in a snit.
Go off and suck your crystal tit.
You can’t fire me ’cause I.

Ship’s so full of holes
it won’t be long before it sinks.
And your heart’s not made of stone.
It’s made of shit and man it stinks.
I’m long done choking
on your sugar­ coated disrespect.
I’d like to rip your fucking throat out
and plant a tree inside your neck.

A tree inside your neck.
Crank magic meltdown.
Could this be my last
crank magic meltdown?
Could this be my last round?
Magic meltdown... .

Morning glory.
Morning glory.
Morning glory, I’m sorry
but I have to cut you down.

You’ve been climbing
up my window.
But you’ve got nothing left to cling to
so I have to cut you down.

I loved you all my life
but I have to cut you down.
You see the reasons why
to this I am bound.

Forgive me.
Forgive me but I have to.
Forgive me morning glory
but I have to cut you down.

I’m a lonesome operator
with a loose grasp on the daylight.
You must ’ve known sooner or later.
I was bound to break away
I just cannot believe how far
you let me go.
All the way to that empty R.V. park
outside Los Alamos.

The sunset she glows fluorescent over
Los Alamos.
Hiding something strange below.
Hiding inside a dead volcano
working on the human genome.
Wow!
And the ranger says there ain’t no.
He says there ain’t no turning back now.
He says you’re gonna see your house,
your face, your very soul
turn into nothing that you know.
Nothing is ever gonna be the same
after that.
Well I don’t know, I don’t know.

I hear someday the gods are coming home
to
Los Alamos.
And I’d like to be there on that day
Los... .

What a day, what a day, what a day, what a day
when the gods come home
to Los Alamos.
How everything that’s empty will be full
everyone will be gone.
To Los Alamos.
Something waiting,
something terrible.
I know.
Nothing will ever be the same.

I am a spider.
ln my lacy web.
Frozen open.
Waiting for your beak to spread.
Crimson bird, you were once a worm.
Will you make me wait ’til the end of the world?

Taste your salty pores.
Dry. Warm.
Feel time dissolve to the palm.
Crimson bird, l am where you go
and where you come from.
You can meet me
the sun drops into the ocean.

Feel you buming
like the dawn in my heart.

She permits herself unbounded sprays of rage,
like a monkey in a cage filled with razor blades.
And you sit and watch them from the aisles
giving out your free advice, watching from backstage.

So you see your stars from the side.
Look at these, your stars from the side.

He grabs her by the wrist and shakes his fist
and then after that they kiss, then they both get pissed.
And then it’s time to say fuck you and leave
and after maybe to grieve that it’s come to this.

All the while you see your stars from the side.
Look at these, your stars from the side.
He lied, she cried, he’s tired, she’s high.

Help me, I’m yours.
I can’t do nothing tonight.
I got a fever so high.
Help me decide if there’s still a point
in being your friend.
’Cause it’s costing much more
than I can spend right now.
And I don’t want to be cruel.
I don’t want to be your fool
neither I don’t want to take the bait,
but to leave you in that state.
Hey, you leave me nothing, nothing
nothing to do but walk away.
Don’t you think I know what it’s like
to feel ugly and tired.
Seeing you there like a star from the side
in my rear view mirror with your head
in your hands on sunset.

Hey, don’t you know what it’s like
to be a mirror unseen.
A bit part in someone else’s bad dream.
I’ve played my part in your b-movie
long enough, long enough, long enough.
Why don’t you open your eyes and see me
Everything’s comin’ up roses.

Under the void
lazy shadows worship.
The honey red hair
of summer.

Take me on,
don’t you fear my fist
like sugar in spit.
Surrender to it.
Rein her in,
tame the local shrew.
She’s out of control,
she’d be good for you.
On the rails a rat sweats
its candy breath.

I see the path train coming.
I see the path train coming.
Coming.
Coming.
It’s coming... .

Darling, how are you?
How long has it been since I saw you?
I know that something’s over.
I know that something’s changed.
But something’s always over
and always remains.
Darling, I’m sorry.
I couldn’t be the women you asked me to be.
I’m very very tired and I don’t want to fight.
But you hung up the receiver before I said.

Tired swan, open your eyes.
Who’s gonna show you how to rise.
Tired swan, back to the skies.
Who’s gonna teach you after all this time.

Come on, you can lay your heavy crown down on me.

Tired swan, fingers so small.
You gonna teach me how to fall.
Torn open by the lion of my heart.
I say you never really know where you are
until you start falling.
So lay your heavy crown down on me.
On me.

We were born lost in wonder,
raise our little heads to the sun.
And we shine
for a little of time and then we’re done.
So come on, open your eyes.

I’m gonna show you how.
Always lay your heavy crown down on me.
Here and gone.
Tired swan, open your eyes.
Open your eyes.