1. |
Catch a glimpse
05:32
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Time is not gonna
Save the last dance, for you
I heard you saying the band was playing
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
It’s not too late to change
It’s not too late to change
Your point of view
I could tell by the chains that your heart
On a sleeve was just a stain
Leave your place in line
Get out of this hole
Baby come on, space and time
Are not your gravity’s pull
Baby come on, no longer
Feeling magical
Baby come on, don’t worry
It’ll put you, in the grave
Life goes on anyway
Spend the days at the museums
Marveling over mid-century bones
You embrace the Hands of Power
In hopes that they won't leave you alone
It makes no difference
Where you gonna go when you die
You’re here right now, and only you
Can know the reasons why
I know you are tired of
Saving face
Baby come on,
soul searching
In the database
Baby come on,
suicidal machines
They have no place
Baby come on, you lost the love
You thought would stay
Life goes on anyway
No more living
Like you did before
Everything is just a metaphor
The world will still be here
Long after you’re gone
the montage,
It goes on and on and on and on
And on and on
No more living
Like you did before
Everything is just a metaphor
The world will still be here
Long after you’re gone
the montage,
It goes on and on and on and on
And on and on
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2. |
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Me and Jane, we are one in the same
We are, one in the same tonight
She has her hair in a bow
I know her intentions are right
Her horoscope is one i am told
Pertains to her theory of flight
Oh, but I, am undone
That’s why I told her not to come
She’s been sad, but she’s
Not the only one
We sit in the shadows, teasing the fire
We are teasing the fire and the light
The King and the Queen are parading around
As if they own the night
I exclaimed, “I could never be the same!”
“Never could be fake if I tried”
Oh, the Queen, starts to hum
Put more poison in my rum
She’s been had, but she’s
Not the only one
The rich and the poor, they are one in the same
They are one in the same with time
The business men are humping the neon signs
They are humping the neon signs with delight
And I say to my friend, “Have you ever seen a thing?”
He said, “If I was Hemingway I’d write.”
Oh, but he, is naive
I think he has something up his sleeve
He once was free but now he’s
Just like me
The street smells like semen, the air is a demon
Making a thunderous blow
I smell tobacco, curlin and screamin
I’m dreamin and dreamin
I didn’t know,
That fewer and fewer they stop believin
And subsidize with the flow
Oh, but I, I am carnal
This will all come and pass tomorrow
I’ve been sad but its only
Self-pity slash sorrow
Me and Jane, we turn in the same
We turn in the same way we came
On her head is a crown
She moved me with pain
I’m stuck on her like a stain
She said, “Life is a highway,”
“A wide open highway. You’ll be traffic if you don’t change lanes”
So I asked her to stay
She said, “That’s something I thought you would never say.”
Oh she’s pharmaceutical but hey,
That’s okay
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3. |
Born into the void
06:21
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I was bathed in a light so warm
Forgot all the seams
Where my clothes they were torn
It was more
A brother than the sun
I had been born
As we gazed down the halls of our minds
so well we knew the sadness that it
Beckoned us sometimes
As darkness clouded everything
We reveled in the night
We had been born
We used to talk about
We used to talk about the thorns
It makes no difference
All of our matters been reformed
Now I’m heading towards the light
Shielded with no will to fight it
Now I’m heading towards the light
Shielded with no will to fight it.
Life it makes no sense to me
Once I scratched the surface but
Never tapped the bottom of the sea
It seems the things that no one wants
Are somehow the things to be
To be born
We were slaves to the powers we gave
Watch the giants in the towers
Sprinkle manna on our graves
We cut the flesh of barren earth
That is what we made and
We were born
We used to talk about
We used to talk about the thorns
It makes no difference
All of our matters been reformed
Now I’m heading towards the light
Shielded with no will to fight it
Now I’m heading towards the light
Shielded with no will to fight it
We left off where the story begins
Never had the chance
Though chances they were slim
We watched the picture fading
Into a light so dim, and
We were born
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4. |
Let a little love shine
04:20
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In the city full of strangers
I see the clear and present danger
There’s no room to find a manger
Or some silence
There’s bums in shopping cart cages
Everyone has a thousand different faces
There’s the same damn smell in these places
Like violence
And I heard you say again
That it’s hard to find a friend
I said, “I’m fine with mine.”
You said, “Let a little love,”
“Let a little love shine.”
To the neighborhood watchmen I bid afternoon
To the village bicycle I gawk and swoon
All things they end so soon
When you are drinking
Bus driver take me to the station
midnight blow my imagination
Once I was on a vacation
Now I’ve been thinking
And I heard you say again
That you slept with the best of men
I said, “What a waste of time.”
You said, “Let a little love,”
“Let a little love shine.”
In this place I hear them whisper
Like a villain in a cistern
They’re Saying, “Can you help us Mister,”
“For we are hopeless.”
I said, “I didn’t die to save you”
“I just came to sing the blues”
“And this world’s fresh out of truth,”
“But surely you should know this.”
And you made me try to pretend
That it was the end
I said, “I’m drinking wine.”
You said, “Let a little love,”
“Let a little love shine.”
The pedestrians are growin faint
They lie in a pool of blood red paint
I’m sending away to be a saint
But I’m a bird on a wire
There’s too much dirt to even think
turn your heart to black from pink
So I grab another drink
And retire
And you said how could I pray
Then just turn my head away
I said, “Have you seen my mind?”
You said, “Let a little love,”
“Let a little love shine.”
As I look out upon the night parade
It looks like one big giant charade
The crowds beginning to fade
And I’m coming down
As I talk to an age-old bum
we share a bottle of rum
He said, “Life just ain’t that fun,”
“So what’s the point in coming around?”
I look in to his eyes
I tell him to be wise
He said, “You’re no friend of mine.”
I said, “Let a little love,”
“Let a little love shine.”
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5. |
Jack Kerouac
06:01
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Sunken anchors, rusted chains
Words are written all in vain
Friend you don’t have me to blame
I was a sinner, not a saint
I was lathered up in mud
Fountains of youth filled up with cum
On the road, a beaten drum
Tonight, the sun sets on no one
And if only I could get
One last cigarette
I’d smoke it, the way, that I used to
When I was you
And you, were me
And we both were, in love
With living
I threw my pearls before swine
I kissed their lips, I drank their wine
They betrayed me when the rooster crowed three times
You know they ain’t no friends of mine
I’d only die for what I believe
You can slit my throat and watch me bleed
I’ll wave my words, I’ll wave them high
You know I ain’t afraid to die
And if only I could get
One last cigarette
I’d smoke it, the way, that I used to
When I was you
And you, were me
And we both were, in love
With living
A crucifix contained in a jar
Is all that’s left of who we are
We’re Chained in crimson clouds forgot
An endless sky of burned out stars
And I remember when I was young
I felt alone, confused, and drunk
I was never given much of a chance
They took the life right out of my hands
And if only I could get
One last cigarette
I’d smoke it, the way, that I used to
When I was you
And you, were me
And we both were, in love
With living
Candles burn down to the wick
A Picture of the time that’s left
Life’s so short and it’s so hard
It makes you feel like you’ve been tricked
I wish that I could go back
To a time when I could laugh
And Feel so beautiful I could die
Stay awake all night and cry
And if only I could get
One last cigarette
I’d smoke it, the way, that I used to
When I was you
And you, were me
And we both were, in love
With living
Sunken anchors, rusted chains
Words are written all in vain
Friend you don’t have me to blame
I was a sinner, not a saint.
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6. |
Thief in the night
06:33
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Last night, when I woke up
I was shooting pool with Lady Luck
She bought my soul for a measly buck
She said all she ever wanted was to dance
I asked her what was in her cup
She said, “Life.” and then she drank it up
She had an american flag on her pick-up truck
And ‘freedom’ was sewn on to her pants
She said, “California’s the place to be.”
“They’ll match the quota of your every need.”
“They’ll sing you cocaine harmonies.”
“When all you ever wanted was a chance.”
And she said, "The night looks like it's never been as young,”
“As when it had a vision."
She said "You used to call its name, you used to hold its hands,”
“Now you're making love, now you're making plans."
She didn't know the moment, she didn't know the date
She didn't know my fortune, she didn't know my fate
She said "There's no time to wait, when...”
“You're a thief in the night."
I realized all my heroes were dead,
They died in their beds
With loaded shotguns to their heads
And victim, tattooed on their hands
I sought counsel in a group of some,
I asked them if it was what they'd done
They said "No, the good, they always die young,”
“And they never, ever meet demands."
In the group I saw my friend,
I said "What a way for a life to end"
He said, "Have you been born again?"
I said, "No, it's just a change of plans"
And I said "The night looks like it's never been as young,”
“As when it had a vision."
I said, "You used to cry, you used to get high,”
“But now you're scraping just to get by.”
“Once you were Jesus, you were the Son,”
“You were the Father, you were everyone.”
“But now that day is done, and...”
“You're a thief in the night."
I went to the edge to see
The bottom of the drifter's sea
Where lonely dreamers cash in their dreams
For a case of beer and a year's supply of food stamps
Sinatra was there without a clue
His eyes were red, no longer blue
He said "What's a swinging boy to do?”
“But sleep with, sleep with liars and tramps."
I said "What's this world coming to?"
He said "There's something burning new"
I said "You felt that once, didn't you?"
He said "But now the light has flickered from my lamp."
And he said, "The night looks like it's never been as young,”
“As when it had a vision."
he said, "You used to think this world would never end.”
“You thought you had the chance to do it all again.”
“But now you're in Heaven, or you're in Hell.”
“As far as I can tell, it's just as well.”
“There's no freedom bells, when…”
“You're a thief in the night"
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7. |
Baby I'm a Mystic
03:57
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Are you going to the revolution?
They’re gonna burn the institution
Fill it with a new kind of fusion
Write it in the constitution
I ain’t no phony, I don’t need no testimony
I don’t need money
That stuff has no effect on me
I just need a blessing from
The King of Higher Places
I’m just confessing I came to see the look on all your faces
When were rocking in the
New Babylon, and you ask me
How many drugs I’m on
You better get with it, cause
Baby, I’m a mystic
They say it’s Apocalypse Now
and they’re bringing out the Golden Cow
They’re asking me to bow, bow, bow
And you’re asking me how, how, how?
Not taking notes, I ain’t no secretary
First one to die at the hand of all the mercenaries
Martyr for my mind a martyr of a missionary
Get out my way I’m about to get incendiary
When the days of the prophets are gone
And you know it won’t be very long
You better get with it, cause
Baby, I’m a mystic
Breaking down the prison walls
We’re all gonna watch it fall
Celebrate in the government halls
Drown em in alcohol
I’m not awake, I just came to watch it break
I can’t be fake, I’ve seen how many lives it takes
I will be dead when they place the crown on his head
I will be dead
I’ll be dead, dead, dead
When the world we built falls apart
They’ll be looking for a patriarch
To lead the masses into the ground
Down to the hole in the center
Where they’ll never be found
You better get with it, cause
Baby, I’m a mystic
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8. |
Looking Glass Mass
05:36
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In the time of wisdom
There’s no way of life
What the world won’t get you
Is a pair of eyes
The moon sends pictures
The people eat it up like blow
And the road is narrow
Yes the gates are wide
And the one you travel
Never walks the line
Old Man Winter, Old Man Winter
Tells you, “No!”
Are your eyes live? Are your eyes live?
Do they speak minds? Do they speak minds?
Are your eyes live? Are your eyes live?
Do they speak minds? Do they speak minds?
Freedom bells are gonna ring
Freedom bells are gonna ring
Freedom bells are gonna ring
Everyday we know the King
Everyday we know the King
The kingdom calls us by our dreams
Everyday we know the King
And when god seeks prophets
They won’t be dressed in white
For the walls of color will be rectified
The Cloak of Fire, the Cloak of Fire
Guards your soul
And the War of Wizards
Will be fought at night
To cast a shadow on whose seen the light
The vessel not the victor, the vessel not the victor
Gets the gold
Are your eyes live? Are your eyes live?
Do they speak minds? Do they speak minds?
Are your eyes live? Are your eyes live?
Do they speak minds? Do they speak minds?
Freedom bells are gonna ring
Freedom bells are gonna ring
Freedom bells are gonna ring
Everyday we know the King
Everyday we know the King
The kingdom calls us by our dreams
Everyday we know the King
Ain’t it time we fell, ain’t it time we fell
Down the wishing well, down the wishing well
Ain’t it time we fell, ain’t it time we fell
Down the wishing well, down the wishing well
Down the wishing well
Down the wishing well
You can laugh, you can cry, dontcha know
Everybody still must die
You can laugh, you can cry, dontcha know
Everybody still must die
You can laugh, you can cry, dontcha know
Everybody still must die
You can laugh, you can cry, dontcha know
Everybody still must die
Oh, I said, “Everybody still must die.”
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Give me your love, honey
You know I need drug money
Waitin' for my food stamps to arrive
sittin' on a Greyhound bus
Tryin' to get far away from us
It’s amazin' I made it out of this town alive
And if I am awake tomorrow
Don't gimme no pain
Don't gimme no sorrow
All I wanna do is get a little sleep tonight, that's right
And if you want to you can have it
You can love me like a habit
‘Cause there ain't no rhyme or reason anymore
You can leave me in the gutter
You can leave me like a mother
I will break down
I will break down
I will break down
A little more
A little more
I went down to the corner store
And bought all that I could afford
A bottle of whiskey and a Coca-Cola chaser
I played a record and cried my blues away
It was “A Love Supreme” by John Coltrane
cried ‘till I couldn't cry no more
I went out to see my friend
he told me that he wanted to spin
He gave me drugs when all I really wanted was love, too much
Because I don't believe in somethin’ that
turns me into nothin’
‘Cause I felt too much like nothin' before
You can leave me in the gutter
You can leave me like a mother
I will break down
I will break down
I will break down
A little more
A little more
Give me your shoes, honey
I want to be used, honey
I want to live out on the street
And give me some of your make-up
So I can fix my fake face up
And be alive to everyone I meet
And if I live a long, long time
And always form a single line
Please, tell my kids that I was something in my prime
Hard to define
Because I am sick of tryin’
When it feels like I am lyin'
Cause I'm not myself
The way I was before
You can leave me in the gutter
You can leave me like a mother
I will break down
I will break down
I will break down
I will break down
I will break down
I will break down [x3]
A little more
A little more
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10. |
Warlocks (bonus track)
08:41
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There is a witch
Her mouth it is stitched
Between lipstick
Black as night
And as night
She’ll meet you
In the morning
And her king he is
The god of lightning
thrashes on the cymbals brightly
Saunters when he talks
And walks
To liquor stores on
City blocks
And you know
I quit dreamin
When her eyes
They were demons
Transcending through mine
To the other side
And I’m possessed
By a feeling she’s coming for you
I’m foreseeing you’d better beware
If you even care
And she’s sending the dogs
She’s sending the dogs after you
And she’s casting her spell
And soon you’ll get paid for singing the blues
And I’m living the lie
I’m living the life so I’m told
But I’m dying inside
And my soul it feels ugly
The pisces prince
He sits and waits
For his breath to take
His life away
He’s sedated
And jaded
So long has he waited
For his queen to ride on silhouettes
And paint his profile
In its Sunday’s best
To inject the sea into his head
And lay fresh roses by his bed
But you know
She’s no angel
With her wings
Tied and mangled
She’ll not be satisfied
For you to just pass her by
She will wash you
She will dry you
She will enter
Inside you
Like a dream
She’ll make everything seem real
And she’s sending the dogs
She’s sending the dogs after you
And she’s casting her spell
And soon you’ll get paid for singing the blues
And I’m living the lie
I’m living the life so I’m told
But I’m dying inside
And my soul it feels ugly
I’ve got a notion
To swallow this potion
To take a portion
And make some distortion
I hear their discussion
How they want destruction
How they want destruction
How they want control
How they want to rule
Rule the world
And you
You have gifted hands
You stand on the stage
And your presence commands
An emotion
Like the flow of the ocean
My friend I know that
You are weak
The beauty inside you
Is what they seek
They want to feed off of
The warming glow
That bleeds out your eyes
At the benefit show
And I know
That you’re someone
Who will never
Have anyone
The hole Inside you
It will never be glued
So watch out
For the vampires
Take notice
Of the higher powers
They’ll make you a whore
They’ll come to your door
And ask you for more
And they’re sending the dogs
They’re sending the dogs after you
And they’re casting their spell
And soon you’ll get paid for singing the blues
And I’m living the lie
I’m living the life so I’m told
But I’m dying inside
And my soul it feels ugly
So I’ll bury the witch
I’ll bury the witch
With the ghosts
Of my past
I’ll forget the moment
That I ever Took her glass
And she will cut me up
And make her pictures
Out of my blood
And I will be forgotten
Like parts of the story
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