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Lean On The City
04:12
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Get a hold of the people you've known
and kiss the good of the solar glare
Get unknown with no shelf for unsold,
without a phone for the no one who cares
Either way it's a bad place to stay
You know it's so hard to relate
Levitate in years of play
The course it has been given:
VAGUE AND CALLOW WILL CRAVE
You're gonna have to lean on the city
Dance night feel and new words for the real
and a fine blue ache for your head
Count the dead, resurrected in lead,
and watch them fall from the weight they fed
New guides always eat me alive
but on the side's where I lick at the flame
Lest we forget, you can't complain
where we maketh the objects and where we giveth the names
You're gonna have to lean on the city
Get the stats while you're petting your cash
and bite your nails for the silent crash
Late dust, oh we do what we must
Car loan and gun thrust
Follow your face
"None found. Put your love in the ground."
-- a greeting card from the worst night in town
Demarcate, kick at the gate,
cause now that you've given a fuck you don't have to wait
You're gonna have to lean on the city
Vacuum days and the saccharine sways
in a field of LEDs and thermal grease
On the floor in the slickest store
[kicks body] "Do you work here?"
What to steal, who to kill, where to meal...
I'm all full of the menus and glass
Alchemist, cryptomnesiac, but there is nowhere for the stash
In the credenza your red book of vendettas
and one blade that you keep for the day
Medicate, my sycophant, and take this bar of cinna,
put it into your hand
You're gonna have to lean on the city
All the rage and all of the craze:
sealed and confined by the edge of the stage
Comes out the tap and right on the map
So many styles that you don't wanna cramp
I don't know why, keep describing the sky,
we'll all die at the end of a lane
What a waste, you got your taste,
and now that you're leaving you're gonna resume the chase
You're gonna have to lean on the city
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2. |
Rival Appetites
02:07
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You've been waiting to decide,
caught between your rival appetites
Will not follow
Cannot lead
Culled a hollow marrow from the fiends
In the keep of honeyed nights:
wreaths of halogen and prismatic ice
Can it reset? Can it guide?
All-seeing hunger raised and dignified
Cascading failure
Drink the iodine
Options falling
Feast of smoking sites
Read the names out, mystified
Romantic sayings in the cordite tide
In the finest deal of our lives:
glued-on numbers, ultraviolet price
it's not coming
got a loss not saving
got a weight worth gaining
got a start not ending
got a not worth negating
got a bleed not mending
got a fate worth forgetting
got a day not bending
got a hate not shedding
got a love not waiting
got a try not trying
got a night up fretting
got a scheme not hoping
got a mind not defending
got a game not playing
got a stay not staying
You've been waiting to decide,
unfed between your rival appetites
Just one a part of
Just one more time
Someone new to follow
Something else that guides
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3. |
The Coastlands
03:52
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The room is moving up over my legs
When you obey this is what you get
Low district of clandestine kings
Nine poisons on the pavement
See what sticks
Artifact | Artifice
Your double walking in the lights of a drift
In through the window and above the bed
Speaking paper with the things you said you said
No one knew us so there's no one to forget us
You called me down
A hidden weakness so perfect you keep it
The sanctum's down
I tried the outworks and I tried all the fields
I tried the spectra under this city's wheel
I list the negatives by comforts of ten
I salt the names and start all over again
For the split | Fortified
Nightblooming reds on the distorted palms
Giving less is met by taking more
Inverted and obsessive in the fall of what came before
In the corners of the buildings and throne rooms...
You call me down
The minds that stored us, forgetting and forging
The call is out
It's thin solace, from the styles to the tropics
Can you say "I want you now"?
It's cold comfort, from the rumors to the knowledge
The sanctum's down
I get the feeling it's gated
I don't know what you stated,
but I hate what's created
I get the feeling it's gated
I don't know what you stated
I need a lie to save it
I get the feeling it's gating
Is it open or fated?
Is the flaw just a gateway?
There's got to be one thing that you can tell me
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I don't want to know where it is you go while I wait inside.
I don't want to see who it is you meet when the timing's right.
Well for now there's an opening sound,
bodies rising from their darkened rooms.
Arm 'round my arm but I'll be sorry soon.
We're watching dance troupes under the moon.
You say you love me only you hold it above me.
I can't take the role I play or why it is you're late
or the tones of the stories you make.
The more you give it the more you relive it,
there's certain things that you can't undo.
Strawberry moon throwing blood on the dunes.
You're just a braggart in a dark arcade.
Ash and mirrors and your floating glow appearance...
I'm a student of your image and style.
All the while there's a comatose feel
as we drink under the orange trees.
I'm around waiting for that cut down,
flash of silver at the melting rink.
Love won't renew, there's a fight coming soon,
amusement lights on our favorite ruins.
We're fire friends and we're stone enemies.
There's a side of me you've never seen.
Captive and silent under big white screens,
making trails in the foam of the sea.
Jewelry and porcelain and your perfect lines,
you're reading cards and you're changing minds.
Fallen before but they've never swooned.
A dose of pressure for the bruise.
On the neon coast I know there's a person that you want to be.
Your money's stale and the change it has failed
but you still wander 'round these streets.
There's your hand on the nightstand now
and a cold from the call of your eye.
It comes and goes, lithe mountains of grey.
You're just a braggart in a dark arcade.
I don't want to keep what you tossed to me
on your way back there.
I don't want to have what you gave to them while I was here.
Petty and not ready, behind our talk there is nothing old.
New and used, for a while there were two
watching dance troupes under the moon.
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5. |
Everybody Wants Out
04:06
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When you find
you might've been had
you won't get the time
to poison the lab
Could not stay
in your book of thorns,
your accredited spine,
and bloodcoral crime
A bore of a game
but I still got a face
It's going back and forth and out
is just in again
I'm on call
with a hemlock case
Behind your glare
is a stupid kid aware
Everybody wants out
Storm the sea
All through the years
Every I you meet
Everybody wants out
Torch the seeds
All for the chance
Cleaving and trance
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