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Lyrics

1. Blue Flower / Blue Flame

Okay, fine, even the sky looks like wine, and everywhere I turn there’s a

new face in town stuck inside the well - fresh hells to attend to…

Blue flower/Blue Flame – a woman by another name is not a woman.

Don’t know why, don’t know when, a cathedral sick of the sky again says

to it – “Oh, please not now! Will you just look at the time – it’s standing

still!” Somewhere applause falls dead on the hillside…

Blue Flower/Blue Flame – a woman by another name is not a woman.

I’ll tell you what I mean by that. Maybe not in seconds flat, maybe not

today…

Blue Flower/Blue Flame – a woman by another name is not a woman. I’ll

tell you what I mean by that. Maybe not in seconds flat, maybe never. A

gray ashen sadness rises like the sun, oh well. It was time I decided to try

this hotel: her world…

(Tulip has an inner animal, she’s in it for a good time. I was on the outs

for a while but now things are alright. I gave you a flower because foxes

travel light and a penny for your thoughts was never enough – your head

gets filled with that stuff…)

2. Dark Leaves form a Thread

Susan, the truth is sipping sherry branded by moonlight’s just a game

people are playing tonight. Seriously, terror advances…

Sorry if you should find me thinking of only the things that I need. I’ve

been living in America in churches of greed – it’s sick!

No, it’s cool. You go. I’ll stay, perfectly at home with this dread. Dark

leaves form a thread!

So, (should you still want me) you can find me down at the café, a little

bit too busy being served. Sworn enemy of the waitresses there, a late

September sunlight travels through her hair – it wants to be seen…

No, it’s cool. You go. I’ll stay, perfectly at home with this dread. Dark

leaves form a thread!

3. The State

Oh, The State cut off my arms and The State tore my eyes with her nails.

Hey, I was just put on this earth – a bad wind to trash the sails of all you

evil men!

You should know somewhere in the night there’s a blue broken drum

playing dead. And that’s good to know!

Oh, The State tore out our hearts and the state exposed our hearts and

wounded me, gave me this bad knee, tore down my baby’s favourite tree…

But, oh, you should know somewhere in the night there’s a blue broken

drum playing dead. And that’s good to know!

Loose lips sink the lives of disgusting women, so The State rolled me up

into a ball. I crushed diamonds in the fall and traded them for bread!

Turn away if you should hear me begin to sing! I look like a fucking

monster with this wing! Craving new experiences, so what, oh but maybe

you should know! Somewhere in the nightthere’s a blue broken drum

playing dead!

4. Foam hands

True loves regrets to inform you there are certain things you must do to

perceive his face in the stains on the wall… I didn’t know what time it was

at all. I didn’t know what time it was at all… Foam Hands…

Since you been gone, since you been gone, me and the King have been

steadily growing apart… I didn’t know what time it was at all, I didn’t

know what time it was at all… Foam Hands…

I’m not the kind to tell you what is true and what is totally out of

control… I didn’t know what time it was at all, I didn’t know what time it

was at all… Foam Hands…

5. My Favorite Year

You, in white, and me in grey go well tonight. So let’s linger here. This

used to be my favorite palm tree – I was starving in that shithouse the

world. But now it’s gone, and the whole point of everything’s the “moving

on.” Well, let’s see, a calm and a storm and (okay!) a star’s born. Now let

me just sit here and eat these almonds, on 3 and 4 and…

Beware the company you reside in! Beware the company you reside in!

Beware the company you reside in! Beware the company you reside in!

Beware the company you reside in! Beware the company you reside in!

Beware the company you reside in! Beware…

Nicole – she, blasted on ecstasy in some East Pender hovel circa 1993. It

was a good year, it was a very good year. And now it’s gone, they’re saying

the whole point of everything’s “the moving on.” Well, I can’t help but

feel somewhat opposed to this, my shit having been torched by fascists.

Though, in some small way, we’re all traitors to our own kind…

6. Shooting Rockets (From the Desk of Night’s Ape)

“Caution – hot ashes,” the girl says to her first kiss. They stuck eternity

inside a bird’s fist just to watch it fly, just to make things go, just to let

them slip away. Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Night’s surgeon dons

his robes to take apart a fellow amateur. Oh, I’ve heard it once said that

one gives what one gets. Well, I didn’t go out into this world just to be

stung by a rich man’s hornets. And who amongst us has left these things

undone. Who let these animals into my kingdom. A blind doe learns to

work the rig, a once thin man turns into a pig: the empty groves wherein

my soul pukes the night away.

The problem as I see it, I was messed up on a tangent that was wrong.

They mix ‘em strong and I was partial to the feeling. It’s a terrible breeze

we’ve been stuffing our faces on, a terrible breeze from the east coming

on… bearing the scent of our one hundred first kills. You love her. You

leave her. You try to achieve a breadth of vision that she has from the

start. I’ve got street despair carved into my heart. I’ve got street despair

carved into my heart!

My dear, didn’t you hear, a chorus is a thing that bears repeating? And the

problem as I see it is – girls, stay away from that shit. Saw you in Swan

Lake, you were great! Saw you down in Strathcona Square devouring an

after eight (who cares, I didn’t mean it!) For your last encore you sawed

yourself in half. It was just you and your raft and this crummy requiem:

Shooting Rockets… Run or fly - at some point I had to ask why. I

had to show you a world not tethered to disasters, but this would prove

impossible. I snuck a look inside your skull and said - “Don’t look now,

but Gretchen’s seeing red again.” The truth is a thing to coax out of its

shell. The truth: on this you and I are going to tangle! Off, treacherous

bliss, off!

First you come in all sweet, and then on tiger’s paws you retreat into a

darkened, nether, shadow region. Hey, are they still serving that piss?

Shooting Rockets…

And it’d be true what they say, were they to say – “Why, yes, I dig the

scourge.” It’d be true what they say, were they to say - “Why, yes, I dig

the scourge.” It’s not that I quit. It’s not that my poems are shit in the

light of the privilege of dreams. “Alive,” she cried once. Now, “Alive!” she

screams. Shooting Rockets… Praise be the delightful muezzin tending

his flock and praise be those alabastar hands running amok on your body.

They love you in spite of your lame scene. We live in darkness, the light is

a dream you see. We live in darkness, the light is a dream you see. We live

in darkness, the light is a dream… shooting rockets…

7. Introducing Angels

Common scars brought us together. Common scars brought us together.

A commoner’s scars brought us together beneath an idiot’s moon. It

comes too soon. Just plant Tulip and watch her bloom… Introducing

angels…

Common scars brought us together. Common scars brought us together.

Prominent scars brought us together beneath the light of the moon.

Flower girl stalks the groom: a degenerate drunk on war graves, saying –

“Guide me, misty poet!”… Introducing angels…

8. Rivers

See the sun crawling over the sky. Keep an eye on the surf and the sea

and the sand. Don’t you know every night is a stand-off with the fucking

horizon…

You had a real time of it. Staring off into the light. Hands tied behind

you back. Steel chair giving you shivers. You always had a problem flowing

down rivers…

See the rain falling down from the sky to its death, smashed on the street

in despair, somewhere over there I swear!... You had a real time of it.

Staring up into the light.

Hands tied behind your head…

Stranded on the carousel. A cripple from the wreck. I was wringing a

bell’s neck, looking for a sign. “Three stars means I’m losing,” says The

Night to one of her romances. The plane lands and everybody dances, it’s

fine…

You had a real time of it. Staring off into the light. Hands tied behind your

head. Steel chair giving you shivers. You always had a problem flowing down

rivers… You’ve always had a problem flowing down rivers…

9. Leopard of Honor

The Leopard of Honor speaks to a crowd of the dead shouting out for

more. “Suspiciously fond of the fast ones… You must always leave them

wanting,” he said, so we went down to the store. I saw you at the store…

Now, in this regard, where do I start? Keep us free! Keep us apart! I

wanted to speak up but it was not my place. Just some little shit in love

with your eyes. A brute adrift in space. Pirouhettes across the sky’s face is

where you’ll find me…

I was dead on my feet, asleep for days, a stranger to the sun’s brutal gaze.

Oh yeah, Mother Superior’s the only one who calls. She says – “Hey,

when are you ever coming over? Remove that wretched writing from the

wall – it’s just more pictures again!”

Jenny fell like a ton of bricks. Jenny fell like a ton of bricks. These are

characterized as special times and these are special times… Jenny fell like

a ton of bricks. She travels in and out of you like some shade whistling

dixie. I didn’t know why. I guess I was high. Sick mansions freckled the

sky, saying - “For christsakes, inhabit me!”

I was dead on my feet, asleep for days, a stranger to the sun’s brutal ways.

Oh yeah, Mother Superior’s the only one who called. She said – “Baby,

are you ever coming over? Enjoy that wretched writing on the wall!”

Enjoy!...

Will The Leopard Of Honor speak? Will The Leopard Of Honor speak?

Please, stand, open your mouth, put out your hand and say - “I saw you

standing there singing for money...”

10. Plaza Trinidad

I was caught in the middle of a word war. This time it was Dense Light

versus The Azure. I was high as a kite! I was never coming home tonight!

And I couldn’t believe how loud it was. What devilry the source of this

screaming? You and your dress: fair game. The birds off Plaza Trinidad:

insane, you can watch them go!

I was stuck inside a river’s flow, a corridor’s glow’s idea of an ocean. Ok,

it’s agreed, I wasn’t much to look at then. Known mostly for the whites of

my eyes, a hen clucking escape from her torn surface…

And I couldn’t believe how loud it was. What devilry the source of this

screaming. You and your dress: fair game. The birds off Plaza Trinidad:

insane, you can watch them go!

I was stuck inside a river’s flow. A corridor’s glow. A world at war. The

kind of thing we’ve seen before. Dense light versus the azure.

I was high as a kite. I was never coming home tonight. I couldn’t believe

how loud it was, how loud it was…

And I couldn’t believe how loud it was… how loud it was…

11. Libby’s First Sunrise

Libby’s first sunrise. You’ve been wasted from the day of wandering and

boozing and sleeping outside. Now the light holds a terrible secret and

now you know that this is what you get. You’ve been wandering around.

You’ve been fucking around. You’ve been wandering around. You’ve been

fucking around…

Libby’s first sunrise. You’ve been wasted from the day of wandering and

boozing and sleeping outside. Playing the idiot all of your life and this is

what you get. Master of all you survey, but today you’ve been wandering

around. You’ve been fucking around. You’ve been wandering around.

You’ve been fucking around…

Libby’s first sunrise. You’ve been wasted from the day, and now you know.

Suffering idiots all of your life and this is what you get…

Now the light holds a terrible secret. The light holds a terrible secret.

The light holds a terrible secret. The light holds a terrible secret. Oh, the

light! Oh, the light!