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Jazz on the Autobahn
04:32
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The sheriff disappeared
he drove in a doomed corvette
Helen was in the passenger seat
eating melon and spitting out the seeds
feeling happy to be alone
but still turning a saxophone as cold as stone
She said this is what the apocalypse will look like
a tornado with human eyes
poisoned birdbaths and torrents of chemical rain
like the heads of state hyperventilating in clouds of methane
sundown on the human heart,
this is what the the apocalypse will sound like
but it'll be loud as a mushroom cloud
it'll sound like final jeopardy
but somehow be ghostly like a glockenspiel
like the testing of bombs or the tapping of stiletto heels
it'll sound like JAZZ
JAZZ JAZZ JAZZ
JAZZ on the autobahn
The sheriff disagreed
he tried to make a distinction between death and extinction
they stopped off at a place called hamburger heaven to grab a bite to eat
but Helen had no appetite she just drank a 7 up while the sheriff tapped his coffee cup to a distant beat
it won't look like those old frescoes , i don't think so
there will be no angels with swords,
no jubilant beings in the sky above
and it wont look like those old movies neither
no drag racing through the bombed out streets
no shareholders will be orbiting the earth
it will be hard to recognize each other through our oxygen masks
the successful sons of business men will set their desks on fire
while 5 star generals of the free world weep in the oil chocked tide
it won’t sound like JAZZ
JAZZ JAZZ JAZZ
JAZZ on the autobahn
They agreed to disagree
they zoomed off in a doomed corvette
the sheriff couldn't recall feeling this way his entire life
as he drove through the principalities of unreality on the run with somebody else’s wife
the heiress of Texas oil
what is freedom he thought,
is it to be empty of desire?
is it to find everything I've lost or have been in search of or to return to the things is which there is no more returning does it feel like jazz?
JAZZ JAZZ JAZZ
JAZZ on the autobahn
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To-Do List
04:16
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Wash all the pots and the linens
Find a psychoanalist
Go the bank and Deposit checks
Sweep up the shattered dish
Return everything that I’ve borrowed
Change all the bloody gauze
buy a spinach colored dinner jacket
defy all natural laws
oh Cancel Better homes and gardens
oh Admire Gothic arches
Become a lot more happy
Build a maze of styrofoam
Befriend an Unfortunate lunatic
wail on a saxophone
walk down the road into darkness
Fall in an orchestra pit
Have an affair in the provinces.
Bring Flowers to the sick
oh Find out whats killing the bees
Oh proclaim a lasting peace
Open the blinds, let the light in
Stand in the amorous rays
rise up in the name of liberty
Throw out my Fascist berets
Purchase balloons for the ballroom
Buy some asparagus
Buy a Harmonium And Powdered wig
Buy after dinner mints.
oh Buy head cheese and hock of ham
Oh Become a Family man
Finish the Wealth of nations
Discover a Miracle drug
Learn all Supreme Court justices names
And Test The limits of love
Acquire more Guilty pleasures
Sit and Watch as the plague goes by
Wash the Hot fry stains from my hands
And laugh until I cry
Oh Throw out all the songs I wrote
Oh and Buy a buckskin coat
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3. |
All the Way Down
03:05
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Sometimes it just works
Before I even begin
Some words make it worse
But I’ll say a few things
If you can die It will be alright
There’s nothing but starlight
All the way down
Now that’s said, I’m so excited
To introduce you
To you
And to a taste of the light
There’s no one to pray to
Because you know who made you
And you can just ask me
You are the union
Of an ape in an apron
And a break in the clouds
No method invented
There no sharp enough weapon
To cut that part out
Whether you’re born or just theorized
You’re still nothing but starlight
All the way down
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4. |
Money Talks
05:35
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Money talks with a voice as shrill
As the hiss of a chemical spill
down the alleys of Pleasantville
On a summers day
Money talks like a dial tone
the suicide and the open phone
affordable suburban homes
by a starlit lake
MOON STRUCK VAMPIRES OF EDEN
Trick tock goes the doomsday clock
hysterics in the bridal shop
Boom boom go the bells of doom I hear them chime Everyone just shop till you drop there’s not much time
Money talks with a voice of fear
panic buttons and riot gear
From a mansion of frozen tears
In a cul de sac
Money talks In bible verse,
And when the markets go bad to worse
It Makes a billion when the bubble bursts and don’t look back
MOON STRUCK VAMPIRES OF EDEN
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5. |
Be at Rest
02:51
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Mr. Felice, 6’ 148 lbs ,
soft teeth, sleep deprived, below average student.
Owner of 2 ill-fitting suits
Wearer of hand me downs
Often lukewarm, withdrawn
bathrobe often loosely tied
Be at rest my friend
Never once named Employee of the month
Lover of 24 hour laundromats
Avoider of eye contact
Avoider of Blood drives
Be at rest my friend
Worked every night club in America
Had a fear of Falling pianos
Now exists in The interval between being and illusion
In the saddle of a phosphorous horse
A Patron of Snow cone carts
Semi proficient at Long division
Once spent over 2 months Stuck in a painting by Bruegel the elder
Be at rest my friend
The hearse has been cleaned and polished
His body has been prepared for entombment
the guest book left open
The Funeral parlor pillows have been fluffed
To his son he leaves a cloudless sky,
One pair of ill fitting shoes
to his wife a draw of undeveloped negatives
a bowl of onion soup
From dreams to dust
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Valium
04:33
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I'm at a motel on the border of Utah and Colorado
theres an old John Wayne movie on, i think its John Wayne a bride is being carried away on horseback and into the darkening horizon the soft murmur of strings and the lowing of distant cattle is like valium for the national conscious
Valium valium
In this warmly beating heart
Warmly beating heart
my happiness is touch and go
like this motels HBO
I've been laying here flipping through the channels
a presidential debate
a split second later,
a picture perfect dinner emerges from an oven
That rattle snake never stood a chance against the likes of Annie Oakley
Annie Oakley
Annie Oakley
In this warmly beating heart
Warmly beating heart
the night is too quiet to sleep
and so I’m standing now in the dust of the road
contemplating heaven
I must have been lost on some kind of excursion up the Colorado I think her name was Marilyn but i remember nothing else about her except that her hair smelled of gunpowder
thats it for tonight
signing off
Marilyn
Marilyn
In this warmly beating heart
Warmly beating heart
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7. |
Inferno
03:41
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We were 17
hoping for better things
Like worms waiting for wings
and high school rings
Fight club was sold out
We went to see inferno instead
You said I never even heard of it
But I liked karate kid
Who’s that riding on the banks of the rio grande
Its jean Claude van dam
Its jean Claude van dam
I can’t make sense of this
Why some memories persist
Halfway through we left
And shared a cigarette
I cant go home
The way is dark and overgrown
Though your hands in my hand
I fail to understand
Who’s that singing in the land of the falling rain
I Think its Kurt Cobain
I Think its Kurt Cobain
Who’s that singing in the land of the falling rain
I Think its Kurt Cobain
I Think its Kurt Cobain
In this recurring dream
2 swans on a rushing stream
Things are seldom as they seem
In a fevered dream
Into the fire
Into the fire they go
Far from the world they know
Into the fire they go
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Silverfish in my soap dish
Perfectly designed to be unpleasant to find
Garden ants the size of graduates
My how you have grown
Centipede makes my girlfriend scream
It literally arrived tonight to ruin my life!
Paper Wasps stole my parking spot
I’m aware now thats there home
I gotta do something
I gotta do something
My Honda Fit’s got mice in it
The biggest investment of my life’s infested with mice
My mom feeds raccoons, they live on the roof
Of the house where I was raised
Some guy from Leeds sends my girlfriend memes
One literally arrived as I was writing this line
A red tailed hawk ate my neighbor’s dog
Just carried her away
I gotta do something
I gotta do something
I gotta do something
I gotta do something
I know what it is
It’s killing
I know what it means
And it’s killing me
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9. |
Celebrity X
05:37
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on the night
that celebrity X
confesses her love
for celebrity Z
by the dark brooding sea
in a velvet armchair she sits
and from the terrace
celebrity Y
can be seen passing by
on Peter Fonda’s Harley
That he rides to the sea
with celebrity V
electrical storm,
and the flash of a silver knife
and celebrity u
is with W’s wife
as he leans in for a kiss
on a moonlit precipice
while celebrity R’s
in a train station bar
And in the Bar back mirror sees a heartsick celebrity T
and her eyes like a dart
go straight through his heart
Fast-forward that evening
To the party
of celebrity P
now she's feeding him snails
with her long painted nails
but let us go
to celebrity O
who is drinking a sherry
with a tall emissary
and he’s pressing the keys
and the sad melodies
resound
and his eyes
on an artifact fall
dated sometime between,
the mid and late byzantine
he excuses himself
draws close to the shelf
now celebrity N
asks a downcast celebrity M
if her marriage is hell
to celebrity L
while celebrity J
by a fountain of deathly gray
is watching spiders sashay
with celebrity K
Now the rain is cascading,
and the moonlight is fading,
and celebrity I
is out masquerading
where young supermodels
are out shooting empty bottles
with celebrity H
by a swan haunted lake
Meanwhile at the mansion
the maid is in search of comet
to clean up the Champagne and the vomit of celebrity G
who's just learned of the double death of celebrity e and celebrity f
Now she falls at the feet
of oblivious celebrity D
engaged in a debate
on which role he should take
the lead in an adaptation
of Dostoevsky’s the double
or a live action Barney Rubble
meanwhile
celebrity C
is rattled awake
by a monstrous quake
and celebrity B
from a dark balcony
descends
a suicide note
is found in the coat
of celebrity A
in a dark cabaret
and its sealed and addressed
to celebrity X
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10. |
Land of Yesterdays
05:19
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In the land of yesterdays
I’m gone fishing in a velvet haze
in the land of yesterdays
Red carnations in a plastic vase
in the land of yesterdays
Shadows are falling on a tender plain
hey little kid come in from the cold,
your father is sick and your things must be sold
an orphanage sits in the snow
Of a winter you lost long ago
they teach the girls sewing and cooking and baking
they teach the boys hunting and money
making the mission bells toll on and on
and lead us to days that have gone
in the land of yesterdays
I’m running blindly after neon trains
in the land of yesterdays
the moon like fire in the horses manes
in the land of yesterdays
shadows are falling on a tender plain
you can never return
you can never return
you can never return
that island has burned
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11. |
Blow Him Apart
03:19
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I send money to missionaries
My rent situation’s officially scary
I smoke cigarettes
By my grandma’s grave
I mix more medications
Than mixed martial arts fans live in basements
I talk shit
When I’m afraid
But I watched you
blow him apart
Like a meteor
They’ll find pieces of that boy’s heart
When they get to mars
I took to the streets I learned from busking
My technique is worse than disgusting
You can teach yourself anything
I’m the living proof
I got laughed at by future starts
They get their masters from Juliard
I learned to sing
In a chicken coop
And I watched you
Burn him alive
He just looked amazed
They’ll be washing
That boy’s pride
Off these streets for days
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12. |
We Shall Live Again
08:16
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i boarded the pullman somewhere east of council bluffs
I've been riding this train to the west now for so long that i cant remember when the clouds are at the winds command
a great extinction is close at hand
But we shall live again
We shall live again
We shall live again
though our religions the same as the pigeons
from Francis of Assisi
to the fans of ac/dc
we all shall live again
the nightingales were seized with a panic
as warplanes flew ore the green Atlantic
but the day was fair beyond compare
And the long parade, and the serenade
We shall live again
we shall live again
We shall live again
we’ll be painting roses,
with grandma Moses
and we’ll feel just as free and young,
as those flowers that we stand among
and we shall live again
this train is like an endless parade
and it passes by each and every home in each and every town
and the women and children and the men they hover to the windows and to the doorways some hop on board some wave farewell
or weep at the beauty of the crossing bell
But we all shall live again
i been most of these motels on the edge of reality
and I've even rode my donkey over the mountains of Argentina
some die on the steppes of a frozen wasteland
some OD on the road to Graceland
But we shall live again
we shall live again
we shall live again
i find these truths to be self evident
in this life where any joyful thing
is paid two fold in suffering
we shall live again
the train pressed on under nights crumbling wave,
though dreamlike districts of the vanished days
a dead man falls from a trotting horse
the rivers run backward to their ancient source
But we shall live again
the dinning car is filled mostly with victorian era ghosts and some sharpshooters firing at angels like started ducks on the horizon
but you're with me when i close my eyes
giving alms to trembling palms
Your eyes so green and labyrinthine
remember Hegel, that beautiful son of a bitch
or Marcel Proust you thought he ruled the roost
he’s drinking a drink thats black as ink
watching a candied cherry sink
its like the sorrow of the world distilled
We shall live again
We shall live again
all the great nations of the western plains
there will be no more anguish
and no more fear
no more bloodshed on the red frontier
and we shall live again
the wind took my train up into the chasms of the sky
and in the air hung a golden trumpet
some warn of heaven and its narrow gate
The baby angels are armed and overweight
As They float above the turnstile and sing
You shall live again
You shall live again
this world is ours and all the stars
its like the frosting on the cake of death
and the only word that rhymes is breath because we shall live again
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