Destroyer

[fox69]

"Mad Foxes"

"Mad Foxes"


Mad foxes - look I saw them all and I wanted all of them.
Berlin is for lovers.
It will never fall,
But you can and you will!
Any hope for a love can be killed when
Death waits for us, silently, to be free,
Saying - "Your body is bad but your mind is OK."
Oh, she was never going to go there anyway, anymore...
Anyway...

Who exactly do you think you're accessing
When you're being
So community-minded?
Look, they took us from behind and said - "Hey, that's shit for sharing!"
And "I love what you're wearing.
Where did you get it anyway? And what d'you pay?"

We held up our vile end!

 

[fox69]

"Makin' Angels"

"Makin' Angels"


Ok, and for a start,
There was a craft sale of the heart...
Where things are made and things are sold
And returned into the gold from whence they came...
And I said I would come...
And you said you'd come too...
Hey, rock n roll's not through (yet)...
I'm sewing wings on This thing...

Every time I try to speak your language a new part of me lives...
So I said I would start something and you'd start something too...
Hey, rock n roll's not through (yet)...
I'm sewing wings on This thing...

How can we not be so territorial, when everyone's in love with the land?
So I said I would go there, and you said you'd go too...
Hey, rock n roll's not through (yet)...
I'm sewing wings on This thing...

 

[fox69]

"Maria De Las Nieves"

"Maria De Las Nieves"


Sí, la fiesta terminó,
¿o ni siquiera comenzó?
Habrá que ver las huellas.

Esterilizantes con alcohol,
practicantes de una rara religión
como una monja bella,
a ver qué dice ella.

María de las Nieves se encerró en mi habitación,
tiene los pies fríos y un puñal siniestro sobre el camisón.
María de las Nieves, se me rompe el corazón.

La casa sucia permanece a oscuras,
la mano negra está en un mar de dudas,
baraja las tarjetas,
la mano tiene jeta.

Hay luces de portales de Belén,
hay quien intenta que lo pase bien,
hay dos mil pesetas,
apenas se ve dentro la cara de un poeta.

María de las Nieves se encerró en
mi habitación,
tiene los pies fríos y me da la sensación
de que ha perdido
la noción del tiempo y el sentido del tacto y el oído

María de las Nieves se encerró en mi habitación,
¿por qué estará tan quieta? Los demás se han ido
y en mi dedo anular hay un aro de metal,
oigo cerca el llanto de un chiquillo, ¡ah...!

Los demás se han ido.

 

[fox69]

"Marrying The Hammer"

"Marrying The Hammer"


Such a stately manor
What a waste
The trickle-down effect won't touch this place
We'll miss the fun, we'll miss the glamour

Careful with those apostrophes, please
It can't be "our's" (it took me hours?) when it is "we are"
The grammar just doesn't follow another
Petty catastrophe to swallow

A girl is good
You say with a stammer
Divorcing the chords
To marry the hammer

 

[fox69]

"Melanie And Jennifer And Melanie"

"Melanie And Jennifer And Melanie"


Some things we simply must stand for.
Power goes to the chords and such
A stately whole note as yours
At least widely touted as such.

Some things we simply must stand for.
Power goes to the chords and such
A semi-precious half note as yours
At least highly regarded as such.

But Melanie 'went gold,'
She won't accept your best wishes anymore.
And Jennifer, your halter top... a consecrated altar, but
I've wrung my hands and knees in shame there
One-too-many times.
And what, specifically, about me made you choose
To occupy the most absent stage of beauty:
So complete, and so serene, and so sweet?

You'll be new at what you do for a long time.
Still, victory isn't mine.
I've traced your every move then erased them
With a cartographer's drunken haste.
You'll be new at what you do a long time.
Still, victory isn't mine.
I've traced your every move then erased them
With a cartographer's drunken haste.

But Melanie 'went gold,'
She won't accept your best wishes anymore.
And Jennifer, your halter top... a consecrated altar, but
I've wrung my hands and knees in shame there
One-too-many times.
And what, specifically, about me made you choose
To occupy the most absent stage of beauty:
So innocuous, so complete and so...

But Melanie 'went gold,'
She won't accept your best wishes anymore.
And Jennifer, your halter top... a consecrated altar, but
I've wrung my hands and knees in shame there
One-too-many times.
And what, specifically, about me made you choose
To occupy the most absent stage of beauty:
So innocuous, so complete and so sweet?

 

[fox69]

"Mending Song"

"Mending Song"


Oh, the horror, woe to find
How you changed your mind
When I thought that you would simply change your ways

A hole in the bucket
Dinosaurs say 'fuck it', but
Watch me disagree, I'll rue the day you set me free

'Cause I say mend, mend, mend
Shuck the shell, spit out the sand
I say mend, mend, mend, woah

You came clean, you came to see me
Comin' round the bend
With my three throats a-screamin'
These (truths?) were made for dreamin'

There is darkness and there is breathing
There is darkness and there is breathing
There is darkness and there is breathing
There is darkness and there is breathing

 

[fox69]

"Mercy (We Had The Right)"

"Mercy (We Had The Right)"


"Mercy..."
Is the word we tore from the Book of Languages.
"Mercy..."
One possible display of necessary changes.
Too bad we couldn't speak
About our right to be weak
Back when we had the right.
We had the right.

Revolutions, do your thing.
Is the Great Matter-of-Fact still being true for you?
Revolutions won't defend us
From a life of love and a country madness
Native to the country I'm thinking of.

Your love of shit knows no bounds!
Trust me this spells
The premature end of us!

Seize the sun.
I assume we are done with it.
This natural living will do you in...
The Nature of Giving means
I won't owe you anything,
And you won't owe me anything.
You won't owe me anything.

"Mercy..."
Is the word we tore from the Book of Languages.
Too bad it went unspoken;
Our beloved right to be broken...

Back when we had the right.
We had the right.
We had the right systems.
We had the right

 

[fox69]

"Midnight Meet The Rain"

"Midnight Meet The Rain"


You make a plea for me to come to my senses
Just like the time before, the time before that
Visit the symphony and I smell a rat, well
Midnight meet the rain
Midnight meet the rain
Midnight meet the rain
You were standing on deep waters

We fill our cups with rum
And raise a toast to them
And raise a toast to the world of scum around us closing in

I travel light towards the light
I suffered a terrible fright last night
And I've got no interest in getting dressed today
To go outside and play a game you know so well

You make a plea for me to come to my senses
Just like the time before, the time before that
I visit the symphony, I smell a rat, well
Midnight meet the rain
Midnight meet the rain
Midnight meet the rain
You've been standing on deep waters
Midnight meet the rain
Midnight meet the rain
Midnight meet the rain
You've been standing on deep waters
You've been standing on deep waters
You were standing on deep waters

 

[fox69]

"Modern Painters"

"Modern Painters"


Modern painters can't decide
Why every time she smiles it's just a dream
Of a world inside...
There's a world inside...
There's a drunkard picking fights with the bride
On what we thought would be a new, new day...

You could always stay in tonight,
And see if what the walls have been whispering is right...
I mean, that shit is right up your alley, isn't it?...
A girl in every port,
But the world still makes sport of you, saying -
"Go find a reason... Call it Helicopter Season...
Now, repeat after me -
Is it for This I have hunted?"

Field and Stream:
Our second favorite magazine about new ways of living...
Modern painters can't decide...
(don't cry)

 

[fox69]

"My Favorite Year"

"My Favorite Year"


You in white, and me in grey go well tonight.
So let's linger here.
This used to be my favorite palm tree––
I was starving in that shithouse, the world.
But now it's gone,
and the whole point of everything's the "moving on."
Well, let's see, a calm and a storm and––okay!––a star's born.
Now let me just sit here and eat these almonds, on 3 and 4 and...!

Beware the company you reside in! Beware the company you reside in!
Beware the company you reside in! Beware the company you reside in!
Beware the company you reside in! Beware the company you reside in!
Beware the company you reside in!
Beware!

Nicole, she, blasted on ecstasy
in some East Pender hovel circa 1993.
It was a good year, it was a very good year.
And now it's gone,
they're saying the whole point of everything's the "moving on."
Well, I can't help but feel somewhat opposed to this,
my shit having been torched by fascists.
Though, in some small way, we're all traitors to our own kind...