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Pregnant City, Smiling
01:31
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PREGNANT CITY, SMILING
This is the sound of nothing kinder
This is the sound of pumping veins
Kites never come back
Trees always burn down
This is the point in which thought starts
No one will dance here
Nobody drinks here
This ain’t the pub of pragmatism
Everyone holds hands
Rich kids will form bands
Let’s glue our lips so we won’t speak…
So it’s easier to sleep
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Down There
03:22
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DOWN THERE
In the corner of the basement
Stands a chair that you once sat in
With your beads and cup of spirits
Muttering in this dingy haven
And the ever dangling light bulb
Swings above you like a pendulum
And it’s full of dust and cobwebs
But it still gives light to you down there
And the bubble man is talking
‘Cause you’re telling crazy stories
Still the neighbors never saw you
Dancing or telling your lies
Now the hurricane is coming
(It’s a lighthouse in the fog)
But the only thing faith’s left you
Is a tombstone with your name
Down there
Today’s a special morning
You’ve got on your brand new suit
And you’ve gone to pay a visit
To a friend down the boulevard
And he’s shaking red with anger
‘Cause you’ve sabotaged his image
And he’ll send you to his brother
To the devil you will go down there
Your life is now in shambles
And you’ve cut off your own head
And you did not listen to me
When I did not say a thing
I’m just fine with a used candle
Sleeping underneath a closed sign
And I’m dreaming like a baby
But you’ll probably still see me down there
In the corner of the basement
Stands a chair that you once sat in
With your beads and cup of spirits
Muttering in this dingy haven
And the ever dangling light bulb
Swings above you like a pendulum
Still I’m dreaming like a baby
And you’ll probably see me down there
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3. |
Cunt
02:39
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CUNT
Hey!
Let’s share a drink
But, let’s not bother saying a word
‘Cause in the morning everything’s forgotten
And we each have our own agenda
And about the only thing that makes sense now
Is to stay detached
Amnesia’s just a shot away
So, why bother?
And the best thing to hold on to
Is to not expect a thing from anybody
How many friends does one have at once?
Or is it always the same one?
And like a schoolgirl back in grade school
Playing many games of tease for fun
Are those dreadlocks in your hair?
Are they merely snowflakes?
You can’t seem to keep your story straight
You use the same excuses
Taking about two years to find the courage
To run and hide
It’s always good to be suspicious of someone
Who shows interest in you
The brandy sits
And the incense burns
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HOW THE APPRENTICE’S CONSCIOUSNESS KILLED HIM
he pricked his thumb to test the point. the drop of blood meant go on. he’s off to weave with eyes wide open. to beckon with the slightest hint. i’m offering my skull for practice, and he rides in on a slug. i tell him where to shove the needle. have him choose the color thread. purple is for unicorns. red is for a candy cane. yellow’s for a night with Lisa. white is for a New Tomorrow,…so he threw that one away. and though i feel the tug between my ears, i can still hear the coughing cat. and all i wanted was a kiss from Nero, and he bragged of shaking Pilate’s hand. he thought he knew it all like the back of his hand, but there’s no room in here for the living. how they’d laugh at the sight of him. he’d be a walking “Pin the Tail on the Donkey” with those banners pinned to his face. they laughed at his obsessions and at his most embarrassing thoughts (i never knew this side of mother). so i finished him off with his very own dreams. and all the while, my eyes were shut.
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THIRD TIME FROM THE CELLULOID
Beware!
For the flapping of the mosquito’s wings
Prevents you from clear thought
Consciousness may not come easy
But, it is he who knows
Yes, it is he who knows
Do not stand in its shadows
Do not stand beneath the tree
That self same tree
Yes, the one that the Buddha hides in
And stares down upon you with envy
He’s as clear as crystal now
And he can be seen through
The earth shivers at this revelation
But, will you stand as still as the tree he hid in?
Will you stand so still?
Do you recognize the shrine?
Four turtles climb upon the rocks
The candles flash an Indian temple
Upon the wall
Upon the wall
A ziggurat of knowledge
A lie that has taken the form of the previous line
For common sense is esoteric
And it is known
That all monks are ghosts
The bees mate in my ear
And the wasp steals me some honey
A hallucination into a greater world
Reveals that which is feared
And in the jungle of posterity
Nobody’s a winner
Because nobody is playing
Yet, the merchants still give advice
Free of charge or not
They’re still written down in books
And are gazed upon
But, it never goes beyond that
No, it never goes beyond that
A knock on the door
The feedback is looped
Four fingers crawl in through the crack
Through the crack
What is this message?
That which we seek
The gods are in the brothel
Because they know…
Because they know
And will you take this with some salt?
Or will you horde it all in cup fulls?
Will you take it?
Will you take it
That you are merely but a grain of salt?
A single flaw in a concerto
A blemish on a painting
A sign of life upon a blank stare
A single grain of salt
A single grain of salt
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ZERO ZERO IN THE YELLOW-STAINED AMPHIBIOUS BOTTLE OF POACHED PERCEPTION, OR 9 O’CLOCK P.M.
The round and round
The round and round
It was a long time, no
It was a long time?
No!
But, over too soon
But it all depends
On which end of the gun you’re standing on
Behind
Oder?
Behind
Behind the feedbacklife
Life as a bad habit
A knife in the dark
Your voice
No depth, no substance
‘Tis merely objective
An observation of the physical qualities of a sound wave
Clearly, the essence of secondhand perception
The byproduct of cause
The essence of two-dimensionality
Perception flawed
A piece of paper torn in half
Milk, sandpaper and snow
All blended together in a great black pot
In my ear
And dubbed
Mixed down with effects
Did it have to be black?
You had called me on this particular plane
Apologies for Inconvenience
Reception as null
Revelation in the Null Null
Of substance
A moment im Klo
Of mind
A moment in infinity
In the third, in the Next
Two seconds later
See you tomorrow
Don’t want to miss you
Lach kanosch
Don’t know – to hear you
Lach kanosch
Sketchy sketchy
Lachkanoschlachkanoschlachkanosch
Lachkanoschlachkanoschlachkanosch
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7. |
Tzak Tzak
02:05
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TZAK TZAK
“Meet me at the station,” was what she said before everything in her life came crashing down upon her. She was a victim of ideas. She was a monument to herself, which in itself was created by bricks and stones held together by nothing else than more ideas. “Quickly now…” You’d miss the train. Stumble through those streets of Europe. Pick up matches along the way. Points of interest lead to sparks. Another good idea along the way. Shake hands with the corpse. Another good idea. Yes: an irregular pulse. Head weighs a ton.
The chocolate-brown coat with the feathery trimming flutters in the distance. She’s a speckle up ahead. She’s a spot on the horizon. Catch her with binoculars. We know that there are bandits. And time will sabotage the future. The dartboard hangs upon your back. A bull’s eye in the dark. A good shot in the back. My best friend holds the darts. My favorite enemy holds the cards.
“Hurry up, you’ll miss the train.” Stepping over curbs. Sidestepping over selfish minutes. Whisking by the addicts with the blue horse in the tunnel. Skipping stones and skipping rhymes. Up ahead: a flagpole in the ground. Say your farewells quickly, and then run. Go go go go go…
The chocolate-brown coat flutters in the distance. Time has sabotaged the future. My best friend holds the darts, and my favorite enemy holds the cards.
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8. |
Buzz
01:56
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BUZZ
Here comes the modern man!
You’re waking up to find yourself
In the same exact place
In places where you’ve never been
With people that you’ve never seen
It’s fine if you’re not up to speed
It’s all about commodity
This world we own’s of cottage cheese
Or so it seems
The scheme of universal love
Conspiracy! Conspiracy!
It’s all about the words we say
And throwing out the cultural glitch
Saying it with dollar signs
And matching up economies
The decentralization scheme
“I want a piece!”
The beauty of life’s differences
Converging towards a great, black hole
Coppers, fuckers, Christians, bums…
Even cats all look the same
So what’s the use of language now?
Here’s a random word for you:
KNIFE!
This night will never turn to day
As long as we have lies to say
A cactus with no prickly thorns
A pirate with no wooden leg
C.c.’s making lemonade
The children with the needle play
The litter box is filling up
With arms and legs of other men
Here comes the modern man!
You’re waking up to find yourself
In the same hospital bed
The window’s closed
The curtain drawn
The book is out there on the lawn
The nurse comes in with eyes like yours
A smile like yours
The switchblade drawn
GASHGASHGASHGASH!!!
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9. |
Che Peccato
04:21
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CHE PECCATO
Niente di speciale
Qualcuno ha versato il mercurio in il mio tè
Nel bar
Parliamo molto nel bar
La vecchia vedova ride
Un angelo con un occhio
Balla sul tavolo
Lui guadagna i soldi
E noi lo prendiamo
Poi lo spariamo con arpioni
Abbiamo avuto bisogno di soldi
Parliamo sempre
Sempre e spesso
E sempre è spesso
Non c’è oro qui per noi
Qui i soldi è come la fornicazione
Allora
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10. |
Laterne
03:54
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LATERNE
I want to be a hat
I want to be a hat
So I can walk around with you
Wherever you go
Where ever you go
And when you’re not looking
I’ll peek into your skull
And see what you’re thinking
I could be a building
In a modern city
Standing with the others
But, they wouldn’t understand
They wouldn’t understand
The nurturing aspects of my intentions
They’d bar their doors
And board their windows
But not me
No, not me!
I want to be a hole in the ground
A big, black hole to swallow you up
But, not just any hole
One with a strong, iron lid
Like a doorway to the sewers
So I can take you in
And astonish you
With my amazing hospitality
I will feed you
And I will study you
And I will feed you
Until I earn your trust
And then…
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11. |
Good Night
03:10
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GOOD NIGHT
A face in the sand brushed away by the hand
Our memory, gone with the wind
We know nothing, and never will
We never choose to dig our own graves
Take pleasure in sin before it’s too late
For tomorrow it will be too late
You will disappear like a fading smile
And will be re-cast like the toss of the die
CHORUS:
We held on to the rail till our knuckles turned white
And waited for morning to come
Towards the horizon, we never looked back
The last toast, the last dance
Good night
CHORUS
The howl of the wind never leaves a trace
We always choose to live as someone
Companion to none, or a knife in the back
Passively waiting for the right time to come
Take pleasure in sin before it’s too late
We know tomorrow will be too late
All is in vain; your prayers mean nothing
The last toast, the last dance
This is good night
CHORUS
The last toast, the last dance
Good night
The last toast, the last dance
Good night
The last toast, the last dance
This is good night
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12. |
Contract (revisited)
03:08
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CONTRACT
Well, we rode out the next day… Off to meet our destiny, like everyone else did. Like others will. Up the scoliosis hill. To shake hands with God.
His body moved in a serpentine motion. He wore a green bow. He handed us green pens with which to sign our contract. Others would follow. Nobody would be left out.
So this is capitalism. It begins with this contract. A love for accumulation. A trance and a drug. The Ferris wheel in our eyes would never stop. Not for you, nor for me. A hypnosis initiated at conception. Monopolized before birth. Green is the amniotic fluid. Green is the sea. The feathers, the room, and the penknife… Well, you get the picture.
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Cori Celesti San Diego, California
Cori Celesti was the name used by Adolf NS to record his solo music from 1997 to 2003. Following Cori Celesti, he recorded
solo music under the name A.N.S., and more recently, with his band, Raygun Circus. He has also played in other bands, including Street of Little Girls, Tactical Fever, and others.
For more information, visit:
rayguncircus.com/coricelesti.html
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