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The Great Attractor
05:26
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THE GREAT ATTRACTOR
There’s a million black holes in the middle of it all
You can ask the scientists they don’t know what it is they call it
The great attractor
Where time is sent to twine n bend n light cannot get out again
Everything began and will one day end. Let me tell you
The great attractor is you
You are the center of the universe
Supersonic jets on a straight trajectory
Wouldn’t wanna bet on a race with liberty
Even light rays that are faster than anything
Cannot outpace your escape velocity
Nothing makes it past, no liquid, solid, gas
A philosopher you ask, but they just make it up you know
Where days are long and years are short and love it is a sport
They tell you
This is that and that is why but that’s not how it is because
The great attractor is you, you
You are the center of the universe
Supersonic jets on a straight trajectory
Wouldn’t wanna bet on a race with liberty
Even wave mechanics with their theories of everything
Cannot outpace your escape velocity
All the elephants and all the insects can’t
Whatever it was that built the pyramids can’t
Thoroughbreds driving tractor-trailers can’t
The Royal Navy and a dozen drunken sailors can’t
Add an armada of tugboats and you still can’t
No matter what vitamin you eat you just can’t
Robotic arms made to lift ten megatons can’t
The world’s most powerful computer knows that it can’t
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2. |
Real Life
04:30
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REAL LIFE
The miles of archipelagos mine
The isles and the volcanoes mine
The toothless smile of the shoeless child it’s all mine
The pillage and the village is mine
The tiller and the timber mine
The shacks, the sheep and the children asleep are all mine
I’m happy to say
Real life is passing me by
I can’t remember a time when I waited in line
To buy something I couldn’t afford to buy
Real life is passing me by
The boats on the ocean are mine
The ropes and the octopi mine
The film and the foam and the motions of the waves are all mine
The merchants and the market are mine
The profits and the prophets are mine
The calls they bark from the deep of their heart it’s all mine
I’m one of the lucky ones
The strip and the streets are all mine
The creatures and the creeps are all mine
The steel that stretches to the heel of the sky it’s all mine
The needles and stilettos are mine
The stars’ crashing cars are all mine
The liquor that pours from the roof to the floor it’s all mine
I’m happy to say
Real life is passing me by
I can’t remember a time when I waited in line
To buy something to find, something to buy, buy, buy, buy, etc.
Real life is passing me by
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3. |
Love Canal
04:47
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LOVE CANAL
I’ve been looking for true love
Ever since I was a little girl
I felt the arms of a princess
We drove a royal tractor to the top of the world
We rolled over together out of control
Like we were rovers driving down on Mars
On intravenous of morphine in the clouds of Venus
We were shooting up stars
Now I’m spilling my chemicals
Into your love canal
And drifting in oil barrels
Over your waterfalls
I generate electricity
From the energy of your rapid descent
But someone telegraphed Tesla
He could do his tests on alternating current
Left me with a hole in a ditch
Scratching a ticket on a get rich quick itch
Along came the Hooker Company
Cooking up something good to hook up a fix with
Now I’m standing out on Frontier Avenue
Filling acid rain up my shoes
Thinking of taking it upstairs to see who cares enough
To put our story through
With the privileged citizens leaching carcinogens
Into our basement dens
Into the arms of our residents
The arms of our princes
The arms of our grand princesses
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4. |
Hearts V Minds
05:30
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HEARTS V MINDS
I could be perfectly happy with less of this guesswork
Where will we be tomorrow and ever after
Will we still belong together or will some new reason
Come between us and deceive us and then just leave us
We Technicolor bloodshot eyes
Sandpaper fingers and spines
Soft power hearts and minds
I could try to make you mine but that won’t be sane or the same
It’s not up to us to decide we only get to spend some time
Making stuff & breaking stuff & taking stuff & faking stuff &ending stuff
It seems like it’s just about the stuff & there’s too much but we can’t get enough
We Technicolor bloodshot eyes
Sandpaper fingers and spines
Soft power hearts and minds
Because we want you to feel
What we want you to feel
I could full embrace this beauty and accept how it exits me
But I feel it’s my duty to keep my one sleepy eye on the beast
He’s feeling what we want him feeling; he’s really feeling it
There’s no mistaking it when it’s real or at least when you think what you feel is real
We Technicolor bloodshot eyes
Sandpaper fingers and spines
Soft power hearts and minds
Because we want you to feel
What we want you to feel
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5. |
She Cut Her Hair
04:34
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SHE CUT HER HAIR
it wasn’t in her plans she tried a two-night stand with an older gentleman
she could tell how he held his hand in his other hand he’d never quite understand
she tried to take him in she tried to shed some skin but he just couldn’t put her first
she took it in a bit at the hem she took a few hits on the chin but she just couldn’t win
she changed careers she cut her hair
she cut back on beer and she saved up to take a trip out of here
she got her hands on my most carefully laid plans
she took them to thailand and she buried them in the sand
she knew it didn’t feel right she tried a secret life with another woman’s wife
she could tell from the way she frightened her eyes say that her parents were still alive
she stayed in with take out instigated making out but it just did her in in the end
she left some comments out she started working out but she just couldn’t make it work
now she’s serious she cut her hair
she’s through being cool because she’s not afraid of those kids anymore
she got her hands on my most carefully laid plans
she took them to england and she threw them in the thames
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6. |
Uglyful
03:16
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UGLYFUL
Where are all the love songs for the uglyful?
They don’t talk about them on the don’t talk shows on the bottom forty radio
I can’t find a single channel on my low definition television
I can’t erase distaste from my face there’s no blush or crème or tips in magazines for me
My heart is hard from living large
But that’s not what makes me ugly
My blood is cold from growing old
That’s not what makes me ugly
Ugly is more spiritual
Ugly is more natural
Dim your highlights low; dry your thick skin thin
Bleed your heart shallow; let your hair grow wild in the werewolf style
Let’s go out to a horror show so we can scream at the gruesome scenes on the big screen
Let’s double date and stay out late so we can celebrate our unhealthy glow
Your hair is square and your bumps are bare
That’s not what makes you ugly
You know your nose just grows and grows
But you couldn’t say you’re ugly
Ugly is more physical
Ugly is more natural
Even if I cannot see you, you are worth much more to me to be
Like a creature at the bottom of the Black Sea
Creeping and secreting a fudge-like sludge into the darkened deep
Singing a love song for the uglyful
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7. |
Moon
03:45
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MOON
I spell the name of my love
With a thousand letters
I made her a moon
She wouldn’t share
Now I’ve a moon-sized hole where my trust lied
We killed the killer killer overnight
We drugged her very slowly
Handing upside down
From a cherry tree
Just outside of town
It laughed
I hung a wing on a string
And swung this angel sweetly
I beat the beast with my fist
I’ve a bandage on my wrist where my trust lied
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8. |
Little White Flowers
04:28
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LITTLE WHITE FLOWERS
after the car wreck
while you broke down
and soaked up the rest of your blood and collected the flood
you reflected the thud with a still state it really felt great
all of the lies that you’ve seen through and been behind
died on the glass in the crash with the speed of your need to grow
and your need to know where what you lost was found
now that you’re here
there is no need to steer
so you go and blow clear of the road
until your ode and your tune is soon
what they call e minor, c major, g major, f
and all you find are some ants crawling over some little white flowers
and some little white flowers
and that’s all anyone needs to know in order to grow
there with the ants crawling
over you and over your page
drawing trails for your poems tracing traps for the maps
that you drew with new wisdom you were so close to home
all of the lines in your eye are like the rings of a tree
and the depth of your life now that you’re broken you see how
dying’s a good way to start a new life
after the car wreck
while you broke down
and soaked up the sound of no engine
you thought that you heard the birds mention
it’s never too late
and all of the time that you spent trying to get you somewhere
you were already there spinning wheels wasting gas
it’s a good thing you crashed
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9. |
She Has A Right To Know
05:16
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SHE HAS A RIGHT TO KNOW
she has a right to know
where her parents go
on these blue nights
why hers and yours are shaped like birds
and no sad songs or hurtful words
could explain the pain
she has a right to know
where she gets her eyes from
where her other eyes are
she has a right to know
I try but I can’t recall
whether small or tall
the fades just shade away
you witness in the light
of a certain snow
one of mine is grey
she has a right to know
where she gets her eyes from
where her other eyes are
she has a right to know
you will take my sightless hand
and lead me to the end of this blue night
she on the other hand
will hold me so closely
i will hold your sightless hand
and lead you to the end of this blue night
she on the other hand
she’ll hold you so closely
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10. |
New Century
06:17
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NEW CENTURY
Now I’m out of the penitentiary
I’m a new man and it’s a new century
It’s not enough to light a light
These are the dark ages tonight
Gone are the empresses and emperors
Colonialists, conquistadors and conquerors
Gone are the barbarians and villains
The Khan, the Hun, and the murderers of millions
The worst is yet to come
But when’s it going to come?
And where is it going to come from?
Gone are the third and fourth estates
Gone are the enemies of the state
Gone are the rebels and anti-heroes
Ivan and all the other Terribles and Neros
Gone, gone, gone, gone
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11. |
I Was On
03:42
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Choir And Marching Band Edmonton, Alberta
Choir and Marching Band is a new vintage four-piece from halfway between Hollywood and the North Pole. They do song and dance for angels and soldiers.
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