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Stadium Drums
04:08
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You know my father said the family name means shit-shoveller
because that’s what life is.
This was practically his motto when he was a mid-level bureaucrat.
(Got your) Commodore
Sixty-Four;
got your older brother’s
skating board.
In your younger sister’s jeans:
tell me again, how do you fit them things?
With a Six-Six-Six-pack;
(I heard) the bangers brought a six-pack,
and I heard you brought a half ounce
out of every bottle of –
Your mother’s at home
chain-smoking,
watching re-runs
of 7th Heaven.
It was the bummer of Ninety-Eight:
they said you had to repeat the grade.
With The Stadium Drums
The Stadium Drums
(And) The Stranded Comes
(Oh) The Stranded Comes
Have you ever been to that or there
in the springtime?
Have you ever been to this or here
in your right mind?
Where your name been
comin’ from since
where your name been
a while back
when?
(…because that’s what life is…)
(Lost your) Commodore
Sixty-Four;
lost your older brother’s
skating board.
You’re at home with your mother;
you’re grounded; watchin’ re-runs;
watchin’ 7th Heaven.
And it’s one of those episodes
where the Reverend makes the mistake
of letting Lucy give the Sermon
(because) all she ever talks about
is how much she loves her own cage.
With The Stadium Drums
The Stadium Drums
(And) The Stranded Comes
(Oh) The Stranded Comes
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2. |
Shadows of Ghosts
02:28
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THE EVER LUSTING YONDER
YAWNS ILLEGIBLE BEYONDER
BEGINNING BARE AND BACK AGAINST
THE WALL ON WHICH YOU FOUND'ER
NOUN IS NEITHER NOUN NOR NOUN
NETHER KNICKED NOR KNOTTED
NEITHER KNOWN NOR KNOCKED AROUND
NEVER NEAR ALLOTTED
HOW WOULD YOU CALL?
A PALE BLACK MOON ARISE
OVER A BLOOD RED SEA
I CROSSED THE MOUNTAIN (BABE)
WHEN IT CAME CRUMBLIN' CROSS TO ME
LET ME SHOW YOU HOW WELL WE USE
EVERY PART OF THE BUFFALO
LET ME SHOW YOU HOW WELL WE KNOW
EVERY PART WE CAN MAKE INTO SMOKE
POLLUTED LIGHT
HOLY GEIST
THE EVER LUSTING YONDER
YAWNS ILLEGIBLE BEYONDER
BEGINNING BARE AND BACK AGAINST
THE WALL ON WHICH YOU FOUND'ER
NOUN IS NEITHER NOUN NOR NOUN
NETHER KNICKED NOR KNOTTED
NEITHER KNOWN NOR KNOCKED AROUND
NEVER NEAR ALLOTTED
HOW WOULD YOU CALL?
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So this is the prelude to the half-summer I spent in the body cast – had a serious injury on the solstice. You know, it probably should have slowed on down all the drugs I was taking, but, like all lessons, it didn’t take that fast. We were drunk teenagers, spreading rumours and dropping uppers – our parent’s albums screaming “turn it up!” We were smoking full-time; hadn’t yet caught the cough. Up all night dancing at the top of our lungs.
When I was a poor boy living in the suburbs, chasing down the women living in the suburbs, I had nothing for them.
(I just thought that’s the way kids were supposed to be.)
We were bombing hills on BMX – look ma no hands! I was pigeon perching on the handle bars. We figured we were carrying enough speed to bunny hop the grotto; we were also travelling at a high velocity. Yeah, we were flying high on all the drugs that are just called letters . My toxicology read like a series of gang tags. I spent a lightyear buzzing on Scorpius and Lethe. Wound up on my ass at a statue of the Blessed Virgin.
When I was a poor boy living in the suburbs, chasing down the women living in the suburbs, I had nothing for them.
(I just thought that’s the way kids were supposed to be.)
The mayor came to visit me in my hospital bed, gave a speech about youth delinquency. I didn’t see what was so wrong with boys just tempting fate. I just though that’s the way kids were supposed to be.
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CROOKED RUMOURS CROOKED RUMOURS
RIDDLED CLOCKS ARE STANDING STILL
ALL OUR DISHEVELED ORACLINGS
LET SO MUCH IN EBB AND SWILL
THE CLOUDS BREATH LIFE AS MOTHERS' LOVE
MY SKY WILL NOT REMAINED
RETICENT RITUALISTIC WHISPER
LEVIT EXTRAORDINARY WAY
I RECALL YOU CAME IN DREAMS BEFORE
FORETELLING OF THIS NIGHT
HALF LIT MENTHOLATED DANGLES
DIM LIT OSCILLATING LIGHT
CROOKED RUMOURS CROOKED RUMOURS
THEY DO NOT EVEN CLAP OR KNOW
BY PEPPER JUICE NOR PULP OF PEACH
YOU CANNOT CLEANSE YOUR SOUL
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She says, “kid, you’re a free modern brother
– a real slick young cock.
Oh, babe, you’re in for a riot:
let’s get a roll on this rock.”
He says, “momma, you drive a hard bargain,
but I”l hold you up yet.”
She laughs as she takes the last drag
off of his very first cigarette.
She says, “you’ve got a wallow to your wit;
you’ve got a surl to your sense of self.”
He touches her hand, and he clenches her hair,
and he kisses the smoke right out of her mouth.
Thunder clappin’ 'cross the floor rumblin’ up my feet.
Loose lips livid swinging hips lightnin’ cracklin’ knees.
Mirrors make people feel a bigger room;
they feel the center of more attention.
The mixed drinks make for a soggier tomb:
casket cask of potentions.
Crier-village drunk associated bliss
full-rim-vim, vice, vinegar, and piss.
She took too much too many times,
and now (don’t you know?) she’s square
with the seedy circle’s kicks.
So as I was saying before,
this is a love song:
it’s a song about two people
in love and together,
but the dynamic contradiction
that drives the plot forward
is they are not in love with each other.
See, he is in love with this vision of his mother
that he sees in particular women.
And she is in love with for what her father left her:
she is in love with the crack cocaine.
Thunder clappin’ 'cross the floor rumblin’ up my feet.
Loose lips livid swinging hips lightnin’ cracklin’ knees.
Thunder clappin’ cross the floor rumblin’ up my feet.
Loose lips livid swinging hips lightnin’ cracklin’ knees.
She says, "Kid, you're a free modern brother
– a real slick young cock.
Oh, babe, you're in for a riot.
Let's get a roll on this rock."
Let’s get a roll on this rock.
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6. |
Red Sky In The Morning
03:04
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SOME MEN DIE BY THEIR OWN HANDS
AND SOME MEN BY THOSE OF ANOTHER MAN
SOME MEN LIVE FOR THE WAY THAT IT FEELS
AND SOME MEN JUST DIE OUT IN THE FIELDS
WITH 23 DEAD MEN WALKING ON DOWN THE ROAD
AND I CAN TELL YOU RIGHT NOW
NOT A DAMNED ONE KNOWS
WHICH WAY THE DAMNED GO HOME
ALL WILL GIVE SOME
AND SOME WILL GIVE ALL
AND DESPITE THEIR DEATHS
ATHENS STILL WILL FALL
WE FEAR NOT DEATH NOR UNDEREMPLOYMENT
BRING ON THE RED SKY IN THE MORNING
YOU KNOW THERE’S TWO THINGS
THAT YOU CAN BE SURE OF
IN THIS ONE:
THAT’S THE BELLY OF ONE WHALE
AND THE BELLY OF ANOTHER ALIKE
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7. |
Industrial Arts
02:17
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THE WALLS OF THIS GARAGE
ARE PAPER THIN
LAST NIGHT I FELT YOU MAKIN’ LOVE TO HIM
A HEAVY BURDEN LIFTED FROM MY SOUL
WHEN I LEARNED THAT LOVE IS JUST A CHILD OF SMOKE
& WE ARE
INDUSTRIAL ARTS
& WE BEAT
WITH COMBUSTION HEARTS
& BOYS DON’T YOU KNOW,
THAT MUSTANG SALLY’S GHOST—
SHE IS JUST SMOKE?
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8. |
Opportunity Knocks
01:02
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Opportunity knocks
while luck just barges in,
and déjà vu delivers you your neighbour's mail again.
While fortune fumbles with the keys
and doom hasn't left your couch in days,
opportunity, at least opportunity has the courtesy to knock.
Opportunity knocks.
But destiny doesn't do deliveries
and fate needs be picked up at the airport.
While coincidence tells you the good news of your saviour,
wishes steal your welcome mat,
but opportunity, opportunity knocks.
Blessings come as bedsheet ghosts, chanting
"trick or treat, smell our feet, give us something good to eat,
not too big and not too small, just the size of Montréal".
Whereas opportunity, opportunity knocks.
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9. |
Vonnenauts
03:06
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ALL THE RAINBOW FLAGS AT THE GAY PARADE
COULDN’T BRING THAT SUN AS BRIGHT
AS THE WATERY MOON WHEN IT’S BEAMIN’ THE BLUES
& BOUNCIN’ OFF THE BLUE OF YOUR EYES
& this is the kind of song
that’s different when you read the lyrics.
THE NAME OF THIS SONG
IS VONNENAUTS.
WILL YOU BE MINE IN THE MEANTIME?
WE’LL SKIP THE ‘TAKE IT SLOW’
YOU’LL HOLD ME THROUGH THE WINTER
& BE QUICK TO LET ME GO
BETTER TO BE A SINNER LAID
THAN A SAINT LEFT ALL ALONE
& O! & LO! & TO & FRO!
& O! SO LETTING GOES!
VONNENAUTS
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10. |
Walking Papers
02:44
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"You know, I never understood the phrase
'A throng of people'
Until one ugly evening, found myself amidst a throng.
And there was no time to wonder
if it was singular or plural.
All I recall is a wanton want for blood."
She's got her walking papers,
down at the waterfront.
She felt an ocean fever,
which left her waterlogged.
A fix in folded papers:
she bought some bad news.
Farin' forwards towards an ending:
wore out her walking shoes.
"You ain't always safe.
-- even if you're right.
Still scared of the dark
-- even walking in the light."
Walking papers.
She has to check with her husband
as a matter of course.
You can lead a horse to water
but you can't make him a horse.
(I heard you say,) "These are the rules",
but (I heard them say,) "This is not a game".
Walking papers.
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