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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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2. |
Kings and Queens
04:05
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KINGS AND QUEENS
Spying from the crenellation
Windows for those roving eyes
Teasing with ribbons of lace
A strong foothold above the rest
A glass of wine nailed to their hands
Working like an abacus
Numbers swimming in those eyes
No time for a velvet glove
When the hand becomes the rifle
When the whip becomes a lash
When the Sirens beckon you
They always shove your head beneath the sea
You always keep your gold in your closet
But never take it out at night
Those powdered hands of your neighbors
They always put up a good fight
Hands always opened
Never with open arms
Crown hidden in the pocket
Always jangling with jewels
When the hand becomes the rifle...
CHORUS:
Hark! Here come the Kings of Nothing
Place your knee upon the grass
Curtsy in their mighty presence
Spread the roses before them
Bow down to the Kings of Nothing
Kiss their feet and kiss their wives
A watchful eye upon their children
But, who says they don’t eat their sons?
The lining of the coat conceals the blade
The soft, paternal touch of disgust for the dogs
Is scrubbed and washed
Lest one catches disease
Bathing in streams of gold
The glutton buys his way to Heaven
Looking for the one called Jesus
Can you spare a dime?
When the hand becomes the rifle...
CHORUS
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3. |
Broken Cross
03:13
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BROKEN CROSS
They said you got a broken jaw
On your way back home from church
It must have been a shock to you
When it wasn’t on the news
And all the children on the street
Doing all that they do best
Laughed as they had watched you fall
And they called you so naïve
Coffee stains and cigarettes
Chalk dust all over your hands
Trying to crack the laws of space
Before the waiting firing squad
And on that single rare morning
When the sun had failed to rise
Your life had flashed before your eyes
As the rifles pointed to you
And no, you will never again believe
No, you will never again believe
And all of the stations of the mind
They are never what you expect
The finger paints will blend together
Away with Disney, Einstein, the Iceman, Jesus, and Plato
And now you’re sitting in your room
On the floor with the bottle
Marbles sprawled in a circle
The bottle spins in the middle
And when you’re waiting for the outcome
You will keep your fingers crossed
And I’ll bet money against you
When the bottle points to you
And no, you will never again believe
No, you will never again believe
And oh, will you ever again believe?
No, you will never again believe
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4. |
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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5. |
Last Street
05:08
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LAST STREET
The trees that you walk by are starting to sway
But the shade that they offer seems to add to the heat
And there’s fruit for the picking, but your basket is gone
And besides, I don’t think they were offering to you
The buzz in your head is not heard by a single soul
The tangle of threads in your mind ties you to the chair
And the silence you craved for is finally here
But it’s all an illusion, it’s not here to last
There’s a cat in the trash bin, a fire in the alley
A dead end to stop you, though you are sure
That you’d know where to go, if only you could
But the eyes in the garbage are reminding you
That the clowns are not smiling, but are full of tears
The makeup on Samson’s face runs down in streams
And the ghost of a little girl’s gripping your neck
On the last street of Heaven, it’s always this way
CHORUS:
This is the last street you will go down
This is the last street
Now the map is torn away
Seems there’s no reason to continue down this road
Five in the morning, you’re going to bed
On a bed of nails, it’s not easy to dream
And the glass full of water by the foot of the bed
Will be waiting there still in a couple of hours
The cars and the buses – they all sound the same
And the voices and faces are always the same
The numbing regression is here as a friend
On the last street of Heaven, it’s always this way
CHORUS
Heads will roll
The carpet burns
The swinging pendulum serves as a guide
CHORUS
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6. |
Apotheosis
02:40
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APOTHEOSIS
Please tell me, Father
(Please tell me, Father)
Why is Your cup out?
(Why is Your cup out?)
Have You been drinking?
(Have You been drinking?)
Where are You off to?
(Where are You off to?)
Please tell me, Father
(Please tell me, Father)
Why are You weeping?
(Why are You weeping?)
Now mother is crying
(Mother is crying)
And no one is sleeping
(No one is sleeping)
This basket of crickets
(Basket of crickets)
Will never dissipate
(Never dissipate)
So sit by the fire
(Sit by the fire)
And hear the flames crackle
(Hear the flames crackle)
It will all go up in flames...
Please tell me, Father
(Please tell me, Father)
Why are You drinking?
(Why are You drinking?)
So, please tell me, Jesus
(Please tell me, Jesus)
What will You do?
(What will You do?)
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7. |
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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THE ANTHEM OF MR. LONESTAR
Standing in the corner with a suitcase by his side
And a cigarette and coffee in hand
Rocking back and forth like a tree bent in the wind
Looks like a perfect 45 degree tilt
And he’s yelling dirty things aloud
Like rehearsals for a play
You know that hair and secondhand suit
Make the clown in him stand out
And no one bothers to tell him
There’s no one there
And scuffling right along
With a sack of oranges inside
The woman with the pushcart stops by
And the only thing she takes with her’s
The strong perfume of urine
And the Holy Ghost trapped inside her mind
She’s as obnoxious as a drunk
Because she just fell off her cross today
You know, this act of righteousness,
It goes on everyday
And no one dares to point out
She might be wrong
CHORUS:
This is the anthem of Mr. Lonestar
This is an anthem for you
Hobbling down the same street
With a bloody handkerchief in hand
To the pictures, every Thursday
Looking at the world through the bottom of two bottles
It’s a different world
And that’s guaranteed!
And he’s asking the same questions
Like rehearsals for a play
And it’s those glasses
That just make you want to walk away
And no one wants to believe
That no one’s there
CHORUS
Where do they come from?
Where are they going?
What are they doing?
Wouldn’t you like to know?
CHORUS
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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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10. |
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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11. |
French Connection
05:28
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FRENCH CONNECTION
This is the last time
I’ll ever write about you
I promise
There are many bottles on the table
And most of them are green
Though many of them are not mine
And violence is a new routine
It’s balanced out by country music
Like life
It’s a bad habit
Tonight it’s like my brother
And 1780 was a good year
But I’ll never make it out of town
And Germany’s so far away
We don’t feel
And we don’t sense
We think until it hurts
Many go missing
Many disappear
The color wheel spins
It’s coming up to red
I do not like the color of August
Soon they’ll all get mixed together
All the colors of the month
They have a habit of doing this
The cards are on the table
The surrogate hand
Though familiar, nonetheless
Always on the table
Sometimes by a girl
Sometimes by a boy
And tonight it’s Paris
Just like any other night
I remember our very own Paris nights
But then again,
Who hasn’t had a night in Paris?
I don’t feel at all
When the green rivers flow
No, I don’t sense a thing
When I lie awake all night
The empty stomach
The pounding mind
Seem to go well together
The grinding teeth
The cracking bones
Like the ticking of a clock
Tick-tock-tick-tock
History’s religion
Always running out of it
Do you wonder
What it’s good for?
A questionable consequence
And everything goes numb
Every knuckle whitens
And each pedestrian’s a target
We mustn’t wake the sleeping baby
Let us crucify the clock
Besides, I’ll never make it out of town
Today will always stay this color
But it’s not important
I can’t tell colors anyways
And amidst the silence of the future…
This is what you meant to me
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12. |
Sabeth
03:59
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SABETH
Look to the past
These memories
An anchor lost at sea
Your face is sewn into
The blanket of oblivion once more
The children with your smile
Strapped to the barbed wire linked fence
With eyes like yours, but
With strips of torn skin flapping in the wind
Where is your face?
The blade of a knife
Sharpened in the mud
You’re photogenic
Can I slip my life into your skull?
Here in my bed
The heat and insects visit me at night
The image branded
Deep inside the callus of my mind
Out by the sea
Matchstick soldiers singing in the rain
Their heads are striking rocks
Nostalgia: Her sparks will never glow
Ribbons of lace
The objects that attach you to the post
The images you see
Will knock the chair over beneath your feet
There is no place for regression
This is no place for the broken steps of man
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13. |
The Velveteen Angel
03:08
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THE VELVETEEN ANGEL
CHORUS:
The velveteen angel
Doesn’t care if you’re bleeding
He’s not a doctor, nor a friend
He just wants to keep you down
The velveteen angel
Doesn’t want to hear your thoughts
He wears a fez and drives a hearse
But he’s not from out of town
In the human library
Everyone has got a book
You can read them if you like
But they all seem to be the same
From the stained glass window
The colors all bleed through
And so the skin on your face…
In the blooming garden
All the flowers are grenades
Like a military man
With his boot upon your face
Everyone has a go
Everybody has their say
What’s your obligation?
CHORUS
And when you’re in the basement
With four walls around your eyes
All white and swollen
Like the nurses at the clinic
Don’t bother leaving
It’s not even your own home
In fact, it’s not even your wife’s
When your back’s against the wall
Just think back to the Mighty Fall
The road’s already paved for you
Don’t even bother getting dressed
The watchful eyes are down the street
Up in the lamps and so discreet
They’re here to tell you what to eat
And even when to bathe
CHORUS
In the human library
Everyone has got a book
You can read one if you like
But they’ll always read the same
And from your window
The sky is bleeding through
Like what was once your face…
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14. |
Underwater Subway
03:47
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UNDERWATER SUBWAY
Knock the tin can on the wall
Knock it on that concrete wall
The little black haired children lost
Lost as to how to respond
A young girl in the corner drops her chin
Her eyelids hiding her expression
The rhythmic beat of tanks rolls by
Doppler Effect in full regalia
As it shoots its ammunition
To the crowd of aging Catholic widows
It’s a lesson in realism
Or so say the tin hat martyrs
CHORUS:
Underwater subway scheme
Nothing’s sacred, but obscene
Underwater subway scheme
Underwater...
Keeps you in the dark
A family down south on the streets
Their friendly singing’s being looped backwards
It’s all part of technology
If it’s tangible, it’s feasible
As concrete as the wall
We can touch it, we can feel it
This is what it’s like to live
A cobblestone road right beneath your feet
Away with Lhasa, and away with Eden
We’ve got your apple wrapped in cellophane
We’ve made a log of all your guilt
And we have kept your prayers to prove it
CHORUS
The stars are imploding into nothing
In the night, the dreams all end
No more white light, no more white noise
No more imagination
It’s all downhill from here
Until the cherry bomb cushions our fall
And yet again, the submarine
Underwater – so extreme
The loop restarts, but we don’t mind
The cactus pricks will now retract
The scorpion has lost its sting
A child grown out of innocence
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15. |
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:
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