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"3000 Flowers"
"3000 Flowers"
She was part of an inner circle--
Daughters of the Motherland.
Like a ship lit up at sea,
with scars where its talons used to be. [Repeat line twice]
I was a slow learner, I moved in flourishes.
I was a late-bloomer, I moved in flourishes.
Last man on the scene--
Fresh face on a dying scene,
One-hundredth of a wet, black bough. [Repeat line twice]
I was Clytemnestra on a good day,
Dispensing wisdom to the uninitiated.
The initiates brought out in tumbrils,
Shed out by the dawn. [Repeat line twice]
Like a woman, I was kept as the wealthy
American underground wept at the sight of Rhodes Island sinking into the sea.
And the sky still reigned supreme over the land as the music lovers
sat cross-legged in the sand, and in time, and in Space,
And, in other words, in a band who, much like churchgoers, fuck themselves... up. [Repeat verse once]
[Minor mumbling.]
"3000 Flowers"
She was part of an inner circle--
Daughters of the Motherland.
Like a ship lit up at sea,
with scars where its talons used to be. [Repeat line twice]
I was a slow learner, I moved in flourishes.
I was a late-bloomer, I moved in flourishes.
Last man on the scene--
Fresh face on a dying scene,
One-hundredth of a wet, black bough. [Repeat line twice]
I was Clytemnestra on a good day,
Dispensing wisdom to the uninitiated.
The initiates brought out in tumbrils,
Shed out by the dawn. [Repeat line twice]
Like a woman, I was kept as the wealthy
American underground wept at the sight of Rhodes Island sinking into the sea.
And the sky still reigned supreme over the land as the music lovers
sat cross-legged in the sand, and in time, and in Space,
And, in other words, in a band who, much like churchgoers, fuck themselves... up. [Repeat verse once]
[Minor mumbling.]
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"A Month In The Country"
"A Month In The Country"
After a month in the country, nothing
A boring nation at war with itself
But not really at war with itself
Is it true you had fantasies to awake to
You were there way before the breakthrough
After a month in the country, nothing
A boring nation at war with itself
Its figures laid flat on the shelf
Is it true you had fantasies to awake to
You were there way before the breakthrough
It's only fair to duly note
Demoted, two ranks slashed, for your fatness
Was far-ranging from gold to not so gold
Sealing those secrets, down goes another mouth
A better cause there never was, a better cause
There never was
For a giant among smaller giants
Blessed kingpin,
Barring the appearance of some divine enforcer
I will crush your bones
To make the meats that I come home to
Blessed kingpin,
Barring the appearance of some divine enforcer
I will crush your bones
To make the meats that I come home to
Blessed kingpin,
Barring the appearance of some divine enforcer
I will crush your bones
To make the meats that I come home to
"A Month In The Country"
After a month in the country, nothing
A boring nation at war with itself
But not really at war with itself
Is it true you had fantasies to awake to
You were there way before the breakthrough
After a month in the country, nothing
A boring nation at war with itself
Its figures laid flat on the shelf
Is it true you had fantasies to awake to
You were there way before the breakthrough
It's only fair to duly note
Demoted, two ranks slashed, for your fatness
Was far-ranging from gold to not so gold
Sealing those secrets, down goes another mouth
A better cause there never was, a better cause
There never was
For a giant among smaller giants
Blessed kingpin,
Barring the appearance of some divine enforcer
I will crush your bones
To make the meats that I come home to
Blessed kingpin,
Barring the appearance of some divine enforcer
I will crush your bones
To make the meats that I come home to
Blessed kingpin,
Barring the appearance of some divine enforcer
I will crush your bones
To make the meats that I come home to
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"An Actor's Revenge"
"An Actor's Revenge"
An actor will seek revenge
I don't know why and I don't know when
There'll be talk. There'll be action
Boys demanding satisfaction
From girls. Oh, you'd hate to play a girl!
An actor will seek revenge...
He came on too strong
He was weird and he was wrong
A bloodless cop at dawn
Throwing everybody out
The kids twist and shout until the womb fucking wrecks it!
A boulevardier might say -
"Tomorrow's another day."
Alright, yes, but it's also just another mess!
Crime and Punishment - no, that's not what I meant!
An actor will seek revenge
I don't know why and I don't know when
There'll be talk. There'll be action
Boys demanding satisfaction
From girls. Oh, you'd hate to be a girl!
An actor will seek revenge
Upon the ones who fed him those ridiculous lines
Saying - "What we really need now is an emotional history
Of the Lower Eastside, cause it was wild! It was wild!"
Oh no, here we go again...
(Ba da, ba da, ba da, ba da... Ba da, ba da, ba da, ba da da ba da!)
"An Actor's Revenge"
An actor will seek revenge
I don't know why and I don't know when
There'll be talk. There'll be action
Boys demanding satisfaction
From girls. Oh, you'd hate to play a girl!
An actor will seek revenge...
He came on too strong
He was weird and he was wrong
A bloodless cop at dawn
Throwing everybody out
The kids twist and shout until the womb fucking wrecks it!
A boulevardier might say -
"Tomorrow's another day."
Alright, yes, but it's also just another mess!
Crime and Punishment - no, that's not what I meant!
An actor will seek revenge
I don't know why and I don't know when
There'll be talk. There'll be action
Boys demanding satisfaction
From girls. Oh, you'd hate to be a girl!
An actor will seek revenge
Upon the ones who fed him those ridiculous lines
Saying - "What we really need now is an emotional history
Of the Lower Eastside, cause it was wild! It was wild!"
Oh no, here we go again...
(Ba da, ba da, ba da, ba da... Ba da, ba da, ba da, ba da da ba da!)
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"Archer On The Beach"
"Archer On The Beach"
Careful now, watch your step, in you go
The Ash King’s made of ashes, the Ice Queen’s made of snow
And Archer’s where you left him, with his arrows stuck inside a peach
Awake on your crutches in the moonlight, Archer on the beach
Careful now, watch your step, in you go
The Ass King’s made of asses, the Ice Queen’s native snow
And Archer’s where you left him, with his arrows slightly out of reach
Impossible raver on your death bed, Archer on the beach
Careful now, watch your step, in you go
The Ice Queen’s made of ashes, the Ash King’s made of snow
And Archer’s where you left him, with his arrows all in a heap
Stapled to the neck of the storm, Archer on the beach
Careful now, watch your step, in you go
Careful now, watch your step, in you go
Careful now, watch your step, in you go
"Archer On The Beach"
Careful now, watch your step, in you go
The Ash King’s made of ashes, the Ice Queen’s made of snow
And Archer’s where you left him, with his arrows stuck inside a peach
Awake on your crutches in the moonlight, Archer on the beach
Careful now, watch your step, in you go
The Ass King’s made of asses, the Ice Queen’s native snow
And Archer’s where you left him, with his arrows slightly out of reach
Impossible raver on your death bed, Archer on the beach
Careful now, watch your step, in you go
The Ice Queen’s made of ashes, the Ash King’s made of snow
And Archer’s where you left him, with his arrows all in a heap
Stapled to the neck of the storm, Archer on the beach
Careful now, watch your step, in you go
Careful now, watch your step, in you go
Careful now, watch your step, in you go
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"Babieca"
"Babieca"
La noche pasada soñé
que Murcia iba a desaparecer,
la noche pasada soñé
que Murcia iba a desaparecer.
La noche pasada soñé,
Granada ya no existía,
ni rastro de Almería,
la noche pasada soñé.
No, no sé para qué,
no sé para qué me desperté.
Tu voz me sacaba del catre,
me decía que fuera,
tu voz me sacaba del catre,
yo atravesaba Alicante,
diez tierras que hubiera delante
conocerían mi espada.
Más Babieca que yo aquí no hay,
más Babieca que yo aquí no hay,
más Babieca que yo aquí no hay, no.
Mi espada era Tizona
y mi caballo Babieca.
Mi espada era Tizona,
tú eras doña Jimena.
Crucé un desierto de pena
que parecía Arizona.
Era una tierra de infieles,
de muchos gitanos y payos,
era una tierra de infieles,
la que vi a lomos de mi caballo,
eran la tira de pieles
para hacer de mi capa un sayo.
Más Babieca que yo aquí no hay.
Era una tierra de infieles,
de muchos gitanos y payos,
era una tierra de infieles,
la que vi a lomos de mi caballo,
eran la tira de pieles
para hacer de mi capa un sayo.
Más Babieca que yo aquí no hay.
Más Babieca que yo aquí no hay.
Más Babieca que yo aquí no hay.
Más Babieca que yo aquí no hay.
"Babieca"
La noche pasada soñé
que Murcia iba a desaparecer,
la noche pasada soñé
que Murcia iba a desaparecer.
La noche pasada soñé,
Granada ya no existía,
ni rastro de Almería,
la noche pasada soñé.
No, no sé para qué,
no sé para qué me desperté.
Tu voz me sacaba del catre,
me decía que fuera,
tu voz me sacaba del catre,
yo atravesaba Alicante,
diez tierras que hubiera delante
conocerían mi espada.
Más Babieca que yo aquí no hay,
más Babieca que yo aquí no hay,
más Babieca que yo aquí no hay, no.
Mi espada era Tizona
y mi caballo Babieca.
Mi espada era Tizona,
tú eras doña Jimena.
Crucé un desierto de pena
que parecía Arizona.
Era una tierra de infieles,
de muchos gitanos y payos,
era una tierra de infieles,
la que vi a lomos de mi caballo,
eran la tira de pieles
para hacer de mi capa un sayo.
Más Babieca que yo aquí no hay.
Era una tierra de infieles,
de muchos gitanos y payos,
era una tierra de infieles,
la que vi a lomos de mi caballo,
eran la tira de pieles
para hacer de mi capa un sayo.
Más Babieca que yo aquí no hay.
Más Babieca que yo aquí no hay.
Más Babieca que yo aquí no hay.
Más Babieca que yo aquí no hay.
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"Bangkok"
"Bangkok"
Like you, I've been around the world, seen a million girls
I've seen Bangkok, I've seen Bangkok
Black, blue, red, YZ, oh very nice
Very nice
Like you, I've been around the world, worn a million pearls
I've seen Bangkok, I've seen Bangkok
I've seen Bangkok, I've seen Bangkok
So bring out your dead, bring out the light
Bring out your dark birds in flight
Bring out your red roses too
Hey, what's got into Sunny? [x4]
Oh, what's got into Sunny?
Hey, what's got into Sunny?
"Bangkok"
Like you, I've been around the world, seen a million girls
I've seen Bangkok, I've seen Bangkok
Black, blue, red, YZ, oh very nice
Very nice
Like you, I've been around the world, worn a million pearls
I've seen Bangkok, I've seen Bangkok
I've seen Bangkok, I've seen Bangkok
So bring out your dead, bring out the light
Bring out your dark birds in flight
Bring out your red roses too
Hey, what's got into Sunny? [x4]
Oh, what's got into Sunny?
Hey, what's got into Sunny?
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"Bay Of Pigs (Detail)"
"Bay Of Pigs (Detail)"
Soon.
Soon.
Listen, I've been drinking
As our house lies in ruin.
I don't know what I'm doing
Alone in the dark
At the park or at the pier,
Watching ships disappear in the rain.
The world's just bones.
The world is black stones dressed up in the rain
With no place to go but home-
Just like Nance.
On a night like this, why, she's pro-stars, pro-sky.
All lit up and sick of fighting
Beneath the diseased lighting of the discotheque at night.
It don't mean a thing. It never means a thing.
It don't mean a thing. It never means a thing.
It's got that swing.
I've seen it all. I've seen it all.
Magnolia's a girl. Her heart's made of wood.
As apocalypses go, that's pretty good.
Sha-la-la, wouldn't you say?
Please remove your spurs.
Come to think of it, remove your antlers.
Haven't seen you for ages.
I still fly into rages at the mention of your name,
Christine White.
I think about you often, off in the desert,
Laughing your head off in the Forest of the Night.
Say a prayer for the light.
So now I live well. I live in the mine.
I'm still slinging mud at the towers all the time.
I took a walk
And threw up in an English Garden.
I was born in the North, but my father's from the South.
Love is a political beast with jaws for a mouth. I don't care!
You're upset- and have every right to be.
Regretfully, you decline.
Every night was a waste of time.
Every night. Every night. Every night.
You were on the side of good.
I was inside of the sea's guts,
A crumbling beauty trapped in a river of ice.
A crumbling beauty trapped in Paradise,
Oh yes, it was Paradise!
The tide comes in and the tide goes out again.
I suppose this is the kind of thing we see every day.
The tide comes in. The tide goes away.
Oh, the tide comes in. Yeah, the tide. Yes, the tide.
A ransom note written on the night sky above
Reminds me what-in-particular about this wine I love.
Like a punctured beast, better-off dead,
Compliments going to my head:
La-da-da, la-da-da!
And speaking of my mind (the Sunflower),
And speaking of a world turning sour on you,
I was twenty years old in 1992.
I was bathed in golden sunlight, alright?
I was ripped on dope. You were a ray of sunshine.
I was a hopeless romantic. You were swine.
You've got to spend money to make money.
You've got to stop calling me "honey".
Oh world! You f*cking explosion that turns us around!
The searchlight slumps over, so sick of the night,
And the kids on the boats, busted in the shipyard
Going down, down, down, down, down, down, down.
You traveled light (all night, every night),
To arrive at the conclusion
Of the world's inutterable secret,
And you shut your mouth.
I've seen it all. I've seen it all. I've seen it all.
Free and easy. Gentle. Gentle.
The wind through the trees makes you mental for me.
Nancy, in a state of crisis, on a cloud.
Soon.
Soon.
"Bay Of Pigs (Detail)"
Soon.
Soon.
Listen, I've been drinking
As our house lies in ruin.
I don't know what I'm doing
Alone in the dark
At the park or at the pier,
Watching ships disappear in the rain.
The world's just bones.
The world is black stones dressed up in the rain
With no place to go but home-
Just like Nance.
On a night like this, why, she's pro-stars, pro-sky.
All lit up and sick of fighting
Beneath the diseased lighting of the discotheque at night.
It don't mean a thing. It never means a thing.
It don't mean a thing. It never means a thing.
It's got that swing.
I've seen it all. I've seen it all.
Magnolia's a girl. Her heart's made of wood.
As apocalypses go, that's pretty good.
Sha-la-la, wouldn't you say?
Please remove your spurs.
Come to think of it, remove your antlers.
Haven't seen you for ages.
I still fly into rages at the mention of your name,
Christine White.
I think about you often, off in the desert,
Laughing your head off in the Forest of the Night.
Say a prayer for the light.
So now I live well. I live in the mine.
I'm still slinging mud at the towers all the time.
I took a walk
And threw up in an English Garden.
I was born in the North, but my father's from the South.
Love is a political beast with jaws for a mouth. I don't care!
You're upset- and have every right to be.
Regretfully, you decline.
Every night was a waste of time.
Every night. Every night. Every night.
You were on the side of good.
I was inside of the sea's guts,
A crumbling beauty trapped in a river of ice.
A crumbling beauty trapped in Paradise,
Oh yes, it was Paradise!
The tide comes in and the tide goes out again.
I suppose this is the kind of thing we see every day.
The tide comes in. The tide goes away.
Oh, the tide comes in. Yeah, the tide. Yes, the tide.
A ransom note written on the night sky above
Reminds me what-in-particular about this wine I love.
Like a punctured beast, better-off dead,
Compliments going to my head:
La-da-da, la-da-da!
And speaking of my mind (the Sunflower),
And speaking of a world turning sour on you,
I was twenty years old in 1992.
I was bathed in golden sunlight, alright?
I was ripped on dope. You were a ray of sunshine.
I was a hopeless romantic. You were swine.
You've got to spend money to make money.
You've got to stop calling me "honey".
Oh world! You f*cking explosion that turns us around!
The searchlight slumps over, so sick of the night,
And the kids on the boats, busted in the shipyard
Going down, down, down, down, down, down, down.
You traveled light (all night, every night),
To arrive at the conclusion
Of the world's inutterable secret,
And you shut your mouth.
I've seen it all. I've seen it all. I've seen it all.
Free and easy. Gentle. Gentle.
The wind through the trees makes you mental for me.
Nancy, in a state of crisis, on a cloud.
Soon.
Soon.
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"Beggars Might Ride"
"Beggars Might Ride"
Beggars might ride you into doing one thing
When humiliation gets taught
And humility does not have the ability to move a muscle
Don't do The Hustle
Beggars might ride
You've heard of the sea versus the scenery
Where, everytime a man goes overboard
It sounds like somebody's scoring on Beggars' Night
Hey, Distro. King for the Hearing Impaired
I'm starting to think I know why you were spared
Paradise felt fine, what's yours was mine
Collaborators fuck us every time
Beggars might ride
You're taking rides with the Sensitive Miser
Taking sides with the New Sympathizers
Girl, what could have been till you gave up the violin
For a slight, but distasteful, penchant for men
Beggars might ride
You've heard it said and it's true
For someone so beautifully scarred
I imagine it must be hard
To stay away from a life of public relations
But try, girl, you've got to try
You've got to stay critical or die
Stay critical or die
"Beggars Might Ride"
Beggars might ride you into doing one thing
When humiliation gets taught
And humility does not have the ability to move a muscle
Don't do The Hustle
Beggars might ride
You've heard of the sea versus the scenery
Where, everytime a man goes overboard
It sounds like somebody's scoring on Beggars' Night
Hey, Distro. King for the Hearing Impaired
I'm starting to think I know why you were spared
Paradise felt fine, what's yours was mine
Collaborators fuck us every time
Beggars might ride
You're taking rides with the Sensitive Miser
Taking sides with the New Sympathizers
Girl, what could have been till you gave up the violin
For a slight, but distasteful, penchant for men
Beggars might ride
You've heard it said and it's true
For someone so beautifully scarred
I imagine it must be hard
To stay away from a life of public relations
But try, girl, you've got to try
You've got to stay critical or die
Stay critical or die
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"Blue Eyes"
"Blue Eyes"
You terrify the land.
You are pestle and mortar.
Your first love's new order:
Mother Nature's Son.
King Of The Everglades: Population 1.
I write poetry for myself! I write poetry for myself...
You're a permanent figure of jacked-up sorrow.
I want you to love me. You send me a coffin of roses.
I guess that's the way that things go
These days...
Take pills, for instance, I heard they're no good for you.
"I won't and I never will," she said...
"I won't and I never will.
I won't and I never will.
I won't and I never will.
I won't and I never will..."
Blue Eyes...
Oh, baby can't you see they had it in for me,
They had it in for me, they had it in for me.
Oh, baby can't you see they had it in for me,
They had it in for me...
Blue Eyes...
I sent a message in a bottle to the press.
It said, "Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves.
Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves.
Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves.
I've thumbed through the books on your shelves.
I've thumbed through the books on your shelves.
I've thumbed through the books on your shelves.
I've thumbed through the books on your shelves..."
Blue Eyes...
"Blue Eyes"
You terrify the land.
You are pestle and mortar.
Your first love's new order:
Mother Nature's Son.
King Of The Everglades: Population 1.
I write poetry for myself! I write poetry for myself...
You're a permanent figure of jacked-up sorrow.
I want you to love me. You send me a coffin of roses.
I guess that's the way that things go
These days...
Take pills, for instance, I heard they're no good for you.
"I won't and I never will," she said...
"I won't and I never will.
I won't and I never will.
I won't and I never will.
I won't and I never will..."
Blue Eyes...
Oh, baby can't you see they had it in for me,
They had it in for me, they had it in for me.
Oh, baby can't you see they had it in for me,
They had it in for me...
Blue Eyes...
I sent a message in a bottle to the press.
It said, "Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves.
Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves.
Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves.
I've thumbed through the books on your shelves.
I've thumbed through the books on your shelves.
I've thumbed through the books on your shelves.
I've thumbed through the books on your shelves..."
Blue Eyes...