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Chinatown
03:09
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6am
I'm hurtling home again
A sad device at the precipice
Of something fake intelligent, my friend
Still i'm not through
I'll still take these walks with you
You're the story that nowhere went
Become the current event
I've been shooting yr pop junk up again
Strung out on the feeling you sold me
Hold hands, this is our refrain
I'm not hurt
Sell me love again
If you call it love, i’m hurtling home insane
And we are all just fingerprints of some sublime hand
That closes and opens
The sign that something was stolen
But no sign of life
In the statues that used to be my friends
So make love to the mannequins
Or sell me something
I've been shooting the pop junk up again
Strung out on the feeling you sold me
Hang on, here's the old refrain
I'm not hurt
Sell me love again
If you call it love, yr kiss is fair trade
I'm not hurt
I'm hurtling home insane
My darling, i'm trying
I'm buying into you again
Coz i've been shooting the pop junk up again
Lost love, it's a feeling you sold me
Anything to feel less lonely
Anything to feel less homely
It's 6am
And we're hurtling home again
So we can begin fair trade
Insane
Fair trade
Insane
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2. |
O, Concertina
03:31
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And there’s the garden; there’s the subway line
I’m queueing up dominoes to fall a second time
And here’s the river; ribbons of sacred wine
The current drags me to the battleground
And Concertina smiles
Got me a mission; a secret sacrifice
I’m plotting out orders hidden within my blood type
And now the wire’s laid, sectors of fire designated
My bead is bulls-eye on a silhouette
The goddess has created
O, Concertina, goddess of secret war
Sometimes I see your face in the milk spilled on the kitchen floor
O, Concertina I bleed my oath to you
I am your soldier now, and always, and my aim is true
I am your daughter Concertina
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3. |
Alone In Cologne
03:25
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Don’t throw me out
I’m holding onto us
These fingers clench the trust
Just hear it out
Don’t frame and hang the blame
These aren’t your paintings, they’re my mistakes
I don’t want to find another
And I don’t want to live alone
Would you send away your lover just to prove that he was wrong?
I guess I’m going to have another
Now that everything is gone
‘Cause it’s a clear blue sky for my sweet swan dive and song
Don’t throw me up
I’m not the medicine
But you’re not the problem
Hope lifts us up
Wipes off the boot prints on my face
And licks my wounds back into shape
And don’t want to find another
And I can’t live this life alone
Would you send away your lover just to prove that he was wrong
‘Cause I won’t make it through this summer
Hiding out inside our home
With your feathers and your bones
In cologne
Alone in cologne
Don’t throw me out
I’m holding onto us
These feathers turn to dust
Just hear it out
Don’t frame and hang the blame
My famous paintings are all aflame
I don’t want to find another
I don’t want to live alone
Would you send away your lover just to prove that he was wrong
I guess I’m gonna drink another
Now that everything is gone‘
'Cause it’s a clear blue sky for my sweet swan dive and song
I’m alone
In cologne
I'm alone in cologne
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4. |
Coronation
04:07
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I know you can’t swim in this water
I know you want him underground
He knows you snowflake in this weather
You know he knows; I know we’re nowhere now
We lay black wreaths of circumstance
3 snakes weave in and out of
Chance’s eyeball
Ballet dancing
The alleyways that we all used to hide in
It’s a coronation
We crown our left and then behead our right
In our triangle
Behold the blade
It’s a coronation
The Queen is dead
Long live the Queen
Whenever you snare me I’m your rumor
‘Coz you always share me with your friends
Hiding the keepsake you discovered
While folding the laundry with your lover or your friend
Bow your head
Whatever
It’s a coronation
We crown our left and then behead our right
In our triangle
The Queen is dead
It’s our coronation
The Queen is dead
Long live the Queen
And it’s a coronation
We crown our left and then behead our right in our coronation
We crown our left And then behead our right in our triangle
3 snakes give head
At their coronation
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5. |
The Turnstiles
04:18
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Holidays
Come & fade away
To euthanize my memory
To suffocate the childrening
To isolate my turnstiles
Churning lighting from the secret things
That I hold close to me
You my dear
Were this to me I fear
Hurdling the guide rail
Leaving contrails in the evening
As the sun set on the holiday
That loved me without warning
And left this morning
You were just a summer sun
Setting in a summer sky
It’s a shame to watch you darken
You were just a setting sun
I don’t want a holiday
That loves & fades away
Whose pretty hand pines for things
That I have yet to make
In my little life of secrets, notebooks
Tiny silver blades
Of LIGHTNING!!!!
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6. |
Ring Around The Moon
02:57
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See the ring around the moon
A secret sign for me and you
Tell me if it’s true
I think I had a dream in blue
While summer ended in deluge
But who has conjured up this fiend
Incarnate with its teeth and wings?
His final movement scored
We hang ourselves upon the chords
And swing until we’re fucking bored
War is over
Cry to mother
War is over
And its truth
It flutters thru
Like ticker-tape from those towers
The ash is on my....
See the ring around the moon
It sinks us while it still eludes
And you and I will learn
Thru all the leisure we have burned
This is the wake that we have earned
The war is over
Cry to mother
The war is over
And its truth
It flutters thru
Like ticker-tape from those towers
The ashes on my face become its power
Its power
While the ring around the moon, it signs its messages to fools
To fools
To fools
To fools
See the ring around the moon
I wonder what I’m gonna do
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7. |
Birdsongs
04:03
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Birdsongs, twisted and meaningless
I’m counting back from infinity
To land, to land, but we’ve no egress planned
And our hearts, our hearts have beached upon the sand, swollen from
Rowing the ocean
Slow-mo the motion
Someone’s tugging on my hand
That’s aching, unfolding from
Holding the reasons
Towing the seasons
And sowing barren land that we flew over as starlings
Cleave thru my cords of marrow
You’ll find me in the wheelbarrow
Leave me sleeping, sparrow, this
Is just the wound that I aim to miss
Call it a kiss
Row, row the ocean
Slow-mo the motion
Row, row the ocean
Row, row the ocean
Slow-mo the motion
Row, row the ocean
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8. |
Year of the Comet
04:02
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Everyone is making love
To each other
Head on breast
Hand to lips
Spread out upon the lawn
And the flesh sinks
Like broken ships
In open water
It’s the only way we drown
But I’m floating fine
As I hope to find
All the reasons why
I would just prefer to hide
Anyone can make a drug
Of their lover
Hand me this
Leave your kiss
You know I’ll feast upon
I’d rather starve than swallow you
To discover
A hollow chest
That’s bottomed out
But I’m floating fine
As I hope to find
All the reasons why
I would just prefer to hide
Why I’m taking flight
Sail into the nighttime
I’ll avoid the fight
Hiding at heaven’s height
Behind a nebula of hearts
The distant nebula of love
Belongs to no one here on earth
Behind a nebula of hearts
The distant nebula of love
Exploding slowly over time
The glittered sky will still cascade
Long after
Its reasons why
Its answer, fades
So I’m far away arching in
The ether
There are stars under my eyelids
But still no means to cry
Still I’m floating fine
As I hope to find
All the reasons why
I would just prefer to hide
Why I’m taking flight
Sail into the nighttime
I’ll avoid the fight
Hiding at heaven’s height
Behind a nebula of hearts
The distant nebula of love
Belongs to no one here on earth
Behind a nebula of hearts
The distant nebula of love
Exploding slowly over time
Behind a nebula of hearts; the distant nebula of love
Behind a nebula of hearts; the distant nebula of love
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9. |
Black Agenda
02:43
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Letters scrawled in fountain pen postmarked return to sender
The mirror shattered, egos felled the pane
Shrouded in the eyeshadow is a hidden black agenda
And where are all the flowers once again?
Once again the soil turned to sand
The cistern’s hollow sound rings the command
Once again the fire’s scarred the land
The water commuted to blood in outstretched hands
Where are all the flowers once again
And where’s my heart?
My bloody hands have taken part and what remains
In an hourglass of sand and open veins?
Bound up like criminals in a tourniquet of quiet
Your slender vase is choking the bouquet
And wound up like little clocks we’re spinning near our silence
And where are all the flowers once again?
Once again the soil turned to sand
The cistern’s hollow sound rings the command
Once again the fire’s scarred the land
The water commuted to blood in outstretched hands
And where are all the flowers once again?
Where are all the flowers once again?
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10. |
Grand Mal
05:34
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Pleasure from inception ‘till the end
Mother, her conception, no defense
Seizure touch the daughter’s tiny hands
Hold me, hold my horror, pray pretend
O, you missed a moment
I’ll fill you in
O, you missed a moment
I’ll fill you in
Brother speaks a savior like a lamb
Mirror hides the terror of who I am
Mother, where’s my father and my friends?
Hold me, hold my seizure, tiny hands
O, I missed a moment
Come fill me in
O, I missed a moment
Come fill me in
O, I missed a moment
Come fill me in
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The Velocet Brooklyn, New York
The Velocet was a Brooklyn-based band in the 2000s , signed to the iconic NJ punk rock label Eyeball Records. They released
1 EP, 1 full-length record, and toured extensively in the regional US. Their single "Chinatown" was featured on the CMJ TV Show "One Tree Hill".
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