Destroyer

[fox69]

"The Space Race"

"The Space Race"


Search you'll find no flies
On a parabol this size no you won't
With all our flagrant passes
We incur upon the people
To privatize the monuments
And publicize that steeples don't hurt anymore

Then they used to hurt

Race the ramparts high
'neath the canopy of lies as it were
Amidst the subtle traces
Whether particle or bone
We detect a weakness, yes
The sense we have honed don't work anymore

And they used to work

Amidst the subtle traces
Whether particle or bone
We detect a weakness, yes
The sense we have honed don't work anymore

Then they used to work

One could say we've lost the space race
One could say we've lost the space race
One could say we've lost the space race
And another one could say we're won

 

[fox69]

"The State"

"The State"


Oh, The State cut off my arms
and the state tore my eyes with her nails.
Hey, I was just put on this earth––a bad wind to trash the sails of all you evil men!

You should know somewhere in the night
There's a blue broken drum playing dead.

And that's...good to know!

Oh, The State tore out our hearts
and The State exposed our hearts
and wounded me, gave me this bad knee, tore down my baby's favorite tree...

But, oh!
You should know somewhere in the night
There's a blue broken drum playing dead.

And that's good to know!

Loose lips sink the lives of disgusting women,
so the State rolled me up into a ball.
I crushed diamonds in the fall and traded them for bread!
Turn away if you should hear me begin to sing!
I look like a fucking monster with this wing!
Craving new experiences, so what––

Oh but maybe you should know!
Somewhere in the night
there's a blue broken drum playing dead!

 

[fox69]

"The Sublimation Hour"

"The Sublimation Hour"


So you had the best legs in a business built for kicks
But was this changing of the guards really supposed to make you sick?
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!

Medium rotation, the shock of the new
And a memo from Feldman saying, "Everything is true."
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!

Don't spend your life conceiving
That the widows won't get sick of their grieving
Till everyone walks out
Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll is all about, Princess?
Express your bloated self, willful and indignant
In the face of somebody's lord

You try to summon up the spirits live on Face the Nation
But the Port Authority just taxed incantations
It's alright... The Sublimate Hour!

Auction off the temple, it's money well-spent
Hey, are those tears in your eyes as the wind cries, "enlargement"?
It's alright... The Sublimate Hour!

Don't spend your life conceiving
That the widows won't get sick of their grieving
Till everyone walks out
Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll is all about, Princess?
Confess your bloated self, willful and indignant
In the face of somebody's lord, ah

So put your hands together, I hear it's a must
Until this phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!

I guess the streets will suffice till everybody makes nice
But there's a rumor going round even Destroyers have a price
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour

Don't spend your life conceiving

 

[fox69]

"The Terror Serves A Purpose"

"The Terror Serves A Purpose"


That's one
Precipice we refuse to fall from
Straddling
Two famous worlds isn't real
We're creating a third one
That is

You invented a death-
Wish for us
To people how we saw fit
Destroyed by the dust of itself

Struck dumb by lesser things
I have been a lesser thing
I have been dumb
I have been

Oh, how it used to be
Inevitable that two feet
At a table might touch
I never thought I'd miss
Your triumphs
That much

From wife to midwife
From wife to midwife
From house to halfway house

So let it be known
The scalps shall be displayed
Flayed and branded
I hear you've the stomach
I hear you can stand it all

See, the terror, it serves a purpose
And we serve a purpose
And we serve a purpose
And we serve it

 

[fox69]

"The Very Modern Dance"

"The Very Modern Dance"


Screwed on the chemical floors of the dance world
Now you see why I'll always be a dancer
Plucked by the transcendental brats to the trance world
But desertscapes on the face of a girl were not the answer

And we are not the answer
We are not the answer
No, we are not the answer

No, don't worry my dear, nothing's been sold
It's just a golden bridge I'm burning whose fire is the real gold
No, don't worry my dear, nothing's been sold
It's just a golden bridge I'm burning whose fire is the real goal
Fire is the real goal

So, there'll be moonlight over Michelle tonight
And another west coast morning
Fuck it, I'm warning
You can look, you can touch but no, not that much
What's one more police action when I'm cancelling the truce again

So, there'll be moonlight over Michelle tonight
And another West Coast morning
Fuck it, I'm warning
You can look, you can touch but no, not that much
What's one more police action when I'm cancelling the truce again

 

[fox69]

"The Way Of Perpetual Roads"

"The Way Of Perpetual Roads"


Watch the mistake in progress,
Even if you don't believe in progress.
There's a give and there's a take,
And there's a move she forgot to make
In time to discover that
The glove was a plant, and the shill, his mean-spirited thing.

And she wants you,
And she wants you,
And she wants you to go.
And she wants you,
And she wants you,
And she wants you to go.
But this is the way of perpetual roads.
And this is the way of perpetual roads.
And this is the way of perpetual roads.
And this is the way...

Watch the parade in progress,
Even if you don't believe in progress.
There was a will.
There was a way.
There was a bill we forgot to pay,
In spite of all the accidental riches,
Golden Dons (dawns?), and sudden (seven?) glitches to the day.

And she wants you,
And she wants you,
And she wants you to go.
And she wants you,
And she wants you,
And she wants you to go.
But this is the way of perpetual roads.
And this is the way of perpetual roads.
And this is the way of perpetual roads.
And this is the way...

It's a long climb down from obscurity,
So cancel the keys to the city, please.
Upon which I'll wretch the inextricable
Failures of popular wisdom,
And popular music.

And she wants you,
And she wants you,
And she wants you to go.
And she wants you,
And she wants you,
And she wants you to go.
But this is the way of perpetual roads.
And this is the way of perpetual roads.
And this is the way of perpetual roads.
And this is the way of perpetual roads...

 

[fox69]

"Thief"

"Thief"


You take back the curse, but the world just gets worse
As you wonder about how someone could become
So fat and so proud off the damage they've done.
Man, the damage was fun.

A house is a home.
Hotels made of skin and bone hold us.
Father figures continue to scold us.
Avuncular-at-best in a church of new things.
He traded the records for rings
As I sat back and watched what I thought would ensue
Not ensue.

Hospitals overflow
With singers, embittered and pissed.
Dead-ringers for men whose whereabouts should not be known
Or be missed.

No failed revolts,
No plot from the inside
Could contend with the prospect or trend towards being discovered before our time.
With upwards of thirty songs
All about women and children
Whose lives will come second to mine.

You take back the curse, but the girl just gets
Every rip-off artist to paint a picture of a world at war
When the world was not at war.
When the world was not at war.
When the world was not at war.
Oh, when the world was not at war

 

[fox69]

"This Night"

"This Night"


They led us on...
They said it would be yours...
Tear down the borders, stop patrolling the shores,
Let us in...
We wrote a winter song...
Come on, come on, come on, come on...
Don't shelve the opera,
You've been working This long on it...
Twelve years on the Eastside,
And still so house proud...

All the neighbourhood angels,
Are humming the psalms (hum along...)
To themselves again...
Oh, they seem to think that when you show up
You'd look good in somebody's arms...

Oh, you should have been a clerk...
You should have stayed a stranger...
You should have just done the work...
But it's too late now, school's out...

Wildcats - you were supposed to go wild...
Butchers - you shouldn't be obsessed with a child...
Now Diorama Pete thinks he just sunk the fleet...
Much like him, you know I live to be cornered. So come on...

Hey, Easterner, open your mouth...
Don't speak in tones...
I know there's beauty in the bones of the dam that burst...
I know you look good in the shadow of the Diamond Monger's thirst,
But get out...

To the west there is an ocean...
There's a mountain on the right...
Now will you walk away
Or take the blame for the unfortunately-named
Children of This day... Children of This Night...

 

[fox69]

"Times Square"

"Times Square"


Jesus is beside himself
Jacob's in a state of decimation
The writing on the wall wasn't writing at all
Just forces of nature in love with a weather station

Artists and repertoire
Hand in hand through the greater way at dawn
The writing on the wall said, "Jesus saves"
The writing on the wall mentions
Honey played a game with our waves

You can follow a rose wherever it grows
Yeah, you can fall in love with Times Square
Times Square

Judy's beside herself
Jack's in a state of desolation
The writing on the wall wasn't writing at all
Just forces of nature in love with a radio station

You can follow a road to the ocean
Times Square
Times Square
Times Square
Oh, you could fall in love
Oh, you could fall in love
Oh, you could fall in love

 

[fox69]

"Times Square, Poison Season I"

"Times Square, Poison Season I"


Jesus is beside himself
Jacob's in a state of decimation
The writing on the wall wasn't writing at all
Just forces of nature in love with a weather station

Artists and repertoire
Hand in hand through the greater way at dawn
The writing on the wall said, "Jesus saves"
The writing on the wall mentions Honey played a game with our waves

You can follow a rose wherever it grows
Yeah, you can fall in love with Times Square
Times Square