1. |
Smoke Is Rising
04:09
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It begins in the arches of my feet
And moves outward to the leather and the ties
Smoke is rising, I am
Dripping rubber to the tile underneath
The room heady with my chemical perfume
I'm the tinder
I'm the kindling
The heat you feel is mine
I am visible for miles
Now it's clutching at the hemline of my skirt
It seems desperate
It seizes and it gasps
It can't have me, I am
The creator and the masterpiece in one
And my passion may consume me where I stand
At my knees now
At my hips now
It teases as it climbs
I am visible for miles
You will feel my challenge in your ghostly heart
You may fear the poker but I will not, I will not
I will not, I will not.
Stand aside! Your eyes are tearing up, your throat is closing up
But you notice me don't you?
Don't you...
I will braid it through the tendrils of my hair
I feel reckless, I will never be contained
It's all over, I am
Spreading faster now, taking everything I see
It's sweet chaos at the passing of my hand
Cauterized
Baptized
My sentence is my trial...
I'll be your bonfire, baby
I'll be your gunpowder girl
Exploding only to die away
Nothing left but the soot on your face
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2. |
Lovely Revolution
04:40
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And when I rise up, they're gonna bleed in technicolor
They're gonna scream like Sunday's choir
They're gonna break in waves
Said it's gonna be a lovely revolution, you'll see...
What fun...
There's complications but you hope I'll understand
You think I'd better focus solely on the trouble at hand
But you're insistent I should do the best I can
When the final call to arms starts blowin'
You'll know who I, you'll know who I
You'll know who I am
Couldn't tell you the day, but a storm is gonna break
Yeah a storm is on the way, I'm waiting
With a boom and a shake, yeah a storm is gonna break
Yeah a storm is on the way, I'm waiting
I'm waiting!
Don't stay home
Don't stray far
Don't stand still
(Heard a rumor you were doing something)
Don't cave in
Don't break through
Don't get by
But when they finally push me hard enough to fight...
Glory will be mine!
They're painting paperboard and sleeping in the streets
They're playing telephone and clapping at the message received
They're penning anthems to the dead men who agreed
The rebels of my generation never spoke to
Never spoke to, never spoke to me
And there must be a plan, some extraordinary plan
Yeah there's gotta be a plan, I'm listening
Said there must be a plan, coulda sworn I had a plan
Yeah there's gotta be a plan, I'm listening-
I'm listening!
No way up
No wrong path
No worlds won
No direction that should go untested
No more sin
No more faith
No more time
And when there's no one left to leave a man behind
Glory will be mine!
We can do anything, we can go faster faster!
Let the past just burn
Tides are gonna turn!
Pass it on, pass it on!
Gonna do everything, gonna go faster faster!
Let the good times burn
Never to return
Pass it on, pass it on!
Gotta do everything, gotta go faster faster!
Let the bastards burn
Nothing left to learn
And I don't know where from, but the money's gonna come
The money's gonna come, we're gonna be -
I don't know where from, but the money's gonna come
The money's gonna come, we're gonna be -
And I won't get sick, and I won't get scared
And I'll live forever, I'm prepared
No I don't know where from but the money's gonna come,
The money's gonna come, we're gonna be
We're gonna be
We're gonna be
Cast in bronze
Splashed on screen
Scratched in stone
We are the preface of a new day rising
Last year's hope
This year's trash
Next year's gods
But if I lead the charge I'll lose my place in line
But when I rise up...
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3. |
Cameo
05:03
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Wipe the decades off the reel,
Load the old projector
Our life spills across my face
These are scenes we’ll never play
So they can’t be tainted
Stand by while I find my place
Corner me with wild accusations
Tell yourself I’m strong
I won’t have the chance to prove you wrong
Weary traveller, ease your mind
I am not your siren
Take heart, you survive this crash
I have kisses for your brow, medals for your collar
Top bill in the night we’ve cast
I’ve always been a worrier
Is it worth my while
When you coming home?
When you coming home?
Don’t come home
Separation’s on its way
Edging ever closer
We fall by our own design
Such devotion to our cause
To our devastation
We’d fail if we had the time
Foreign tongues to mend our broken english
Am I what you’ll miss?
I don’t have a word for what this is
I’m the spirit of the stairs
I’m beyond momentum
I’ve tried, but I’ve skipped my cue
Can you cover for my loss
Fill the hollow silence
Talk sweet like the good boys do
I’ve always been a worrier
Tell me what you mean
When you coming home?
When you coming home?
Don’t come home
I don’t want to know I waited for you
I want to have meant more
Future perfect I am wasted on you
I won’t be remembered
I won’t be remembered
Curling up and drifting off under blanket statements
Draw near help me fight this chill
Resolutions wearing thin
Morals bending backwards
Don’t stay, only say you will
I’ve always been a warrior
We march at dawn
It’s a slow dance on a short train
In a stolen sweater and a quinine haze
It’s a late night, it’s a long wait
When the doors slide shut
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4. |
The Auteur
03:11
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Peel off your compliment finger by finger
It stings where it hits my cheek
Safe out of range of the insults she lingers
And clings to your cuffed up sleeve
It's an emotional high
It's an historical low
This introduction so expertly scripted
No need to feed me the lines
You see I learned them by rote
I'm nodding, I'm smiling
I skip my voice an octave
Applauding, conspiring
Was this the scene you wanted?
Besotted, beguiling
You swear she's all you'll ever need
Liar, liar
No use pretending I'm less than essential
In fending off your ennui
No use in lending you sentiment
When you're already a devotee
It's not the start of an age
It's not the end of the world
It isn't two hearts publicly beaten
There's not a moment to waste,
I'm an incredible girl
So sorry, so seasoned
So steeped in cheap theatrics
You're stalling, what treason
What price your ancient tactics?
Go on then! You're leaving!
You told her you were on your way
Liar, liar
Soften the focus and close on the one you deceive
Promise her never to promise her never to leave
Dutifully making your sacrifice
Acting the rites you were read at the foot of her bed
Secretly staging your own little death
Screaming my name in the back of your head
Once you've discovered the end of your epic
You'll inch your way out of her room
Once we're discovered the question will ever be
Which of us settled for whom?
It's uninspired at best, another biblical fall
You're unravelling under surveillance
And now we'll all place our bets
On if you'll come when you're called
You showed me, I forfeit
Congratulations, winner!
Your trophy - ignore it
It's only paste and glitter
Keep rolling, it's gorgeous!
You swore I'd never be alone -
Liar, liar.
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5. |
Chiaroscuro
04:35
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They said the monuments were better after dark
Once the masses have retired from the passion of the day
The in-room entertainment has been edited for content
The language has been silenced but the violence remains
And the world waits
We’ll take a lesson from this textbook of a park
The pastel of the columns in the shadow of a speech
Words to cure a household so callously divided
Family versus family and the calumny they teach
We’re past reach
Aren’t we the daughters of the daughter of a soldier?
Maybe we should know?
Something in an anecdote they’ll tell us when we’re older
Something in our bloodstream to prepare us for the blow
It started subtle, but the wall is gonna climb
A testament to battles that we never knew were lost
A fallen comrade, an unfamiliar concept
We never take an ally til we're certain of their cause
But we’ll pause
Every child becomes a murderer in time
We take our leave of absence and we scatter from our homes
They offer contrast, these killers out of context
Someone else’s brother has been chiseled into stone
Not ours, though.
Aren’t we the daughters of the daughter of a soldier?
Maybe we should grieve?
Fingers brush the letters, but the marble’s getting colder
No amount of reverence could survive the coming siege.
We’re not permitted any further than the gate
When we finally reach the mansion standing pale against the night
And we’ve conceded, we’re fully in agreement
Women of our background are better left outside
We’re not right
There’s a mother here who’s never been betrayed
There’s a father guarding shore to sullied shore
There are little girls oblivious to conflict
How much have they gathered through the heat vents in the floors?
Through slammed doors.
Aren’t we the daughters of the daughter of a soldier?
Maybe we should fight?
No one can protect us now, the armistice is over
Better to desert before the mercenaries come for Grace and Light.
They said the monuments were better after dark.
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6. |
Hotel Empire
04:52
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And when I fell you took the call
You have an obvious attraction
To the summit of the hill
The lover in the grave
Another belle, another ball
Another costumed reenactment
Of the blood you couldn't spill
The one you couldn't save
With a turning head
Another act begins
With a freezing sweat
The sickness setting in
With the words you meant
Still unspoken
Distrust, cheap lust
Simmering behind your grin
And you wonder the ways my plot might twist
When compared to the others you've dismissed
Opportunity weighed against the risk
No it isn't a risk, but I am
Are the odds against me, I don't
Go ahead perfect me, I don't
Dress me up, direct me, I don't
Do you wanna wreck me?
I don't mind
Go on, go on I said I'm fine
Spurned and spotted, filled with flaws
A shaky hand, a resurrection
A flair for the dramatic
You took it for your own
Burn the body, kill what was
So I can stand with you, corrected
So harrowing and tragic
So crooked I have grown
You can have me framed and bask in your renown
You can stalk the waves and watch me when I drown
But the fix won't take, not while I'm still
Legs spread, palms pressed
Begging you to melt me down
And my muscles contract and my lips go slack
And my ringlets wither, gold to black
It isn't too late to change 'em back
No it's never too late but I am
Have the boundaries shifted, I don't
Does it feel different? I don't.
Will you leave me drifting, I don't
Come on, leave me drifting, I don't mind
Go on, go on I said I'm fine.
I've faked my way around a suicide before
I barely know us from the movies anymore
Rest assured, when my replacement's fading
I'll be waiting
Safe and free and bathed in neon
Willing and wired
At the Hotel Empire
Shrouded now in pink chiffon and I am
Trembling up his concrete
Destroying children's chalk lines
Avoiding every crack
Out of bounds and barely gone
If he remembers how he wants me
Deploying all his stop signs
The boy I'm getting back
Let the staircase bend and loom beneath his feet
As his well dressed friend drags him to the street
It's a sharp descent
Did you think I'd
Rot now, shot down
Buried in a sad defeat?
On a Saturday syrup thick and warm
Just as sweet as the fist that grips my arm
The hand at your mouth don't mean you harm
No it isn't a harm, but I am
When we hit the gutter, I don't
Does the fountain stutter, I don't
Do the tourists shudder, I don't
Do I tell my mother, I don't.
Is it any wonder I don't mind?
Go on, go on I said I'm fine.
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7. |
Surrender Dorothy
02:25
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Always wanted to be a good loser
On the days when my name was the last one down
On the days when the fence I was walking
Left me dripping with mud in a gray scale town
When the stronger choice
Made a joyful noise
With a starlet’s poise
With a body the boys like honey
With an inside voice
Uh oh, where do the funny ones go
Always wanted to be a good dancer
Like the virgins who twirled like a carousel
Taught to barter their kisses for comfort
I was sick on the day that we learned the hard sell
I was still untouched
But they’d tart me up
I default to slut
“We don’t see what the fuss is honey.
You can fake this stuff”
Uh oh, where do the funny ones go?
Cinderella’s sisters tell us
Nothing in the final edit
Cause we left them blinded, bled and
Screaming through the rolling credits
Made a mistake, played it straight
How many punchlines til she breaks?
Splitting on seams, no reprieve
What I get is what you see
Always thought I could be the good daughter
And that diamonds would beckon me through the gate
But the madwoman read me for wicked
And integrity left me a little too late
But I’m yours at last
Did you want me bad?
I can handle that
I’ve had all this practice honey
Do you like my act?
Uh oh, where do the funny ones go
When they get old?
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8. |
Murder, My Darling
02:44
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Freeze right there you were caught at the scene of a crime
Awash with alibis
And priming for a restart
Please do share where you think that you were at the time
And swear me to your side
A bible for your sweetheart
You only want me as a witness
Shining back what right you’ve done to
Light you from the stand
You only want me as a witness
Pleading through your misery
“Forgive me for I know not what I am”
Flash right back to a boy in the need of applause
Evading playground taunts
From bright young things with eyes rolled
Beat that track! Daddy said you’re whatever you want
And how that promise haunts
Potential as yet untold
You only want me as a witness
Watching you toss conquests off as quickly as you can
You only want me as a witness
Bleeding through your chivalry
“Forgive me for I know not what I am”
No reason not to be something
Now that the traitor you were has faced the squad
Neither forgotten nor gone
Your aim can’t be trusted
Watch yourself fall to the dust
Collar to cuffs
All liquored up
Don’t look now, it appears you’re a man on the run
Don’t turn to see what from
Your victim’s still in rear view
Tracked you down by the scent of the smoke on your gun
You finally succumb
But baby I can’t hear you
I only want you as a witness
In the dark beneath me, blistered-fisted, shadow-clad
I only want you as a witness
This’ll be your christening
Forgive me, but you know not what I am.
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9. |
NSFW
05:07
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So we’re agreed
Label this “best”
Grinding my teeth as you dream and I rest
Murdering time
Seven will come
Gather my strength and get ready to run
Straying from form
Staid and remote
Cough up your tale from the back of your throat
Drag me along, here for the ride
Who could have known I was coming inside?
My skirt, your hall
Your mouth, my call
That’s all? What about
Wars that were waged and the
Skin that was grazed
And the promise the diner lights made?
This isn’t done
We are the conquerors,
This is our daily detente
What better time to decide what I want?
You sleep, I’ll walk
Curious trend
Isn’t it strange?
What information you chose to retain?
All of my fears, none of my wit
Drape me in jealousy tailored to fit
Lining your walls
Faces you’ve earned
Duchesses hanging themselves on your word
Women of rank I have surpassed
Each of them certain you mean them to last
Such love, such depth
Not quite, not yet
You’re spent, weary of
Slights that we logged
And the bullets we dodged
In a skirmish we barely resolved
What have I done?
Wasted this time with you
Gave myself reason to fold
Next time I’ll buckle and do as I’m told
Wake up! I’m home.
Keep your eyes shuttered and rise from your slumber
And walk into walls as you will
I’ll hunt for morning rewinding old stories
To keep me alert for the kill, you remember those
Crudely drawn parables trapped on cassette for the
Little ones left on their own
Somebody somewhere assembled these fables
And shattered them once we were grown, with the epitaph:
“Here lies the good man who no one saw coming
With one self made orphan curled up at his side.”
Popular logic says I should be patient and
Stay in your range as you’re changing your mind
Which you won’t.
See I’m choosing my battles
I did tell you I’d try
I’ve been draining their bottles
I’ve been learning to lie
At last, at cost
Stop tape, stop loss
I’m fraught
Dwelling on friends I must keep and the
Ends I make meet and the
Speed of your heart in your sleep and you’re
Burning up
Won’t throw the covers off
Won’t take my arm from your chest
Sleep honey, sleep. I’m here.
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10. |
Kopfkino
03:29
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Don’t know where here is
This is no place for a woman alone
I’ve come a long way
Coming up short on the women you’ve known
I left their makeup stateside
Their wardrobes pressed and stored
I left their questions loaded
Don’t know what they’re asking anymore
There’s no one left to vouch for
Anyone who answered here before
I took a wrong turn
Refugee’s Walk down a dangerous street
The lookers on turn
Take a good guess at the language I speak
Sinking feeling when they greet me
Phrases I can’t comprehend
Print my meaning underneath me
Cast me off when I offend
I always offend
So I’ll continue sliding
Through gaps in these cliches
I researched all my options
In magazines and half price matinees
The savior of her nation, the subject of a gaze
I catch my breath
I wasn’t looking for the mask on deck
I wasn’t ready for the next show yet
I want a moment here unseen
Life out loud
I’m rising every time the
Lights come down
I shouted “fire” at a captive crowd
It wasn’t always out of greed
It wasn’t half of what I need
I’m moving pictures
Passenger boards with so little to say
The stations flicker
What’s the last stop for a face on a train?
I am backwards but in transit
Drag me to my journey’s end
One more temporary actress
Slouching towards a rental bed
I’m a stranger, safe and sound
Take me deeper underground
When the windows go black I am echoed back
I see no sign of the right track
I see fear
I see hope
I see these scenes in Cinemascope
I smell smoke
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