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Cataleptica
03:45
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I let go of the hand of an angel
To catch the tail of the devil
Wherever he takes me, I see the same thing:
The living are ghosting the dying
I was frightened
The way animals are frightened
Electrical memories phase
Through a head too stoned for sleep
Why do we shout out loud? Shouting!
Voices in the cloud
They heard it from me, they want it from you
You were born throwing parties, but now it’s time
To sit back and let the good times die
The world don’t owe you, it don’t even know you
You wanna rage? Well, you can get in line
I was taken by outrageous feeling
Dealing cards to blind madonnas
Asleep in the wires as the agents sang
(And from the back of the club, there comes a mighty yell
They’re crying out for me, they’re crying for you
They’re crying out for you)
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Pretty Animals
03:20
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What pretty animals we are when we’re not speaking
Out in the matchstick streets, the firemen are fast asleep
Into a tape machine, a ghost records his drunken dream
You’ll play it back when you get home: you’ll see the ghost is me
What tender animals we are when bleeding badly
Shot through the decoy heart, some lives are meant to fall apart
Do you realize the light that’s streaming from your eyes
Is revealing every corner of your soul to me?
These black wires winding through our sleep
These words that poison our souls like bad tv are lies
We’ve lost the master plot now that the future’s over
The villains got a running start:
They’ve got the world, now look what we’ve got
Out by the swimming pool, the patients are set out to drool
What savage animals we are now that we are free
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Dumb Guns
03:29
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“Made a mistake,” said the voice on the landline
Hey! witch’s stake, burned out your eyes and signed on the red line
Hands are dull clamps, everyone wants pity til they get it
Hey! what a waste, even acolytes get paid
Laid to rest, head to feet
Saved, but too late to be buried
A hated kiss, tied by the wrists
Drain us of speech and say Good Night
Hands in your pants
Man becomes a mountain and he mounts a grain of sand
He is appraised, found to be viral
The one becomes the many, and the many become the hand
That will not break: it will take, the cities it splinters will stick in its thumb
Rage if you can
Man becomes a language that no one understands
Shaved—a dull blade
Cut myself to ribbons and bled out fucking rainbows
Displayed: a dying thing
An animal with broken wings whose meat cannot remember mercy
Bought an old ring, traced it to a marriage that was murdered in its sleep
And once, and once again:
We tell ourselves the lies we pray will keep our heads above the water
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Bad Design
03:38
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Maybe it’s a bad design
Or maybe it’s the fires they set inside your mind
Baby, we’re sick of thinking
We got to get to changing now
Maybe it’s a bad day to pretend
We’re all dictators in our own pig pen
when what you’ve got to get you’ve got, you know you’ve got to get it out
Yeah, get out
Someone’s skeevin’ on you
Someone’s skeevin’ on me
Who’s leanin’ on you
Someone’s leavin’ on me
I’ve gotta be here
I’ve got a fever
Who’s seethin’ on you
Someone’s feeding’ on me
I got a fever
I got a fever
Who’s schemin’ on me
Someone’s schemin’ on me
I got fever
I got a fever
Maybe it’s a bad time to die
With sex and genius they rig up your time
They got their wires inside to light up your skin
You should have left us, but you’re back again
Devil out to get you
Devil ’bout to get you now
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5. |
Marion Myheart
03:20
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Marion my sad canary
Yes, you are my friend
Lattice light
A hangman’s story
World we pretend
Chickenshit collaborator
Yes, I’m feeling fine
Calculate the allegory
Yes, you are my crime
Nothing can come between us
Nothing can tear us apart
Nothing can come between us, Marion Myheart
Buried in my heart
Acolyte, my sad canary
Yellow, sentimental
Jettison the body’s twin
Collect on the rental
Carbon frost and robot breather
Force me to be free
Letter shifter, let me go back to
Who I used to be
Darkest days come again
Cold clay wings, sing again
My ancient hands, my thistledown
Remain unclaimed: unnamed
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Heads & Fingers
03:57
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Shake shake, keep that muscle twitching
Almost feels like it’s living sometimes
Shakey shake
Mouths for the blessing
I might have met you some time before
Cara Mia, let’s start on this one
Cara Mia, we stutter in time
In good lives, the worst things can happen
Lipstick on a knife and
Heads and fingers
Heads and fingers
The blood is gone, but the memory lingers
Of heads and fingers
Well, we lose some time in the attraction
In the bar next to the Candy Store
Car lights! Real life is in real action:
No one cares who you’re shaking it for
Upstairs: muscle concentration
Aligns with the mask in your eyes
Remove the skin of hesitation
Toxic conversation: I don’t need that tonight
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7. |
Surf Threat!
02:28
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The tide is rough today
It will wash you away
You were told not to play with fire
But the sea is worse they say
Step into the water
The cold cold water
Hey! Old Neptune’s daughter
Step into the water
Don’t leave me on the sand
There’s something that I’ll never understand:
A sand-dollar
SURF THREAT!
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The Now We Know
06:47
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Now is half of what we know right now
The now we know is one act in a cosmic Vaudeville show
The comic is sweating, showing his age
We’re laughing at his jokes, we’re choking on our rage
I’ll pen you a primer for the rest of our days
If you show me a map to the maze
I’ll make you a movie of the best of our days:
Moon shining through the haze
You, you say that you’ve got to go
Well, losing you is losing half of all I know
So dig up books and bodies, and find out what you can
On a planetary heart inside a solitary man
In a town brought down by a merchant crown
True, truth is what we never know
And half a truth is like a trap laid in the snow
The president’s campaigning: selfies at the mall
He’ll give the people what they want
Or else he’ll kill ‘em all
One vote, one life, one more bad joke tonight
Allrightallrightallrightallright
All right? All right!
There is a time to let it go
There is a time to make a stand
There is something more beyond the now we know
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Sun Resistors Providence, Rhode Island
Sun Resistors= musical alias of Evan Sicuranza. Formerly guitarist, singer, songwriter in Boston's late lamented The Stairs. Plays bass locally with Providence bands The 'Mericans and Stereoflower.
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