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Flint & Tinder
04:50
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We just can’t help ourselves
Can’t even tell you why we do these things
And we can’t shut our mouths
Just gotta shoot them off before we think
It’s not what it looks like (Then what does it look like?)
It’s not what it sounds like (Then what does it sound like?)
It’s not what it feels like (Then what does it feel like?)
It’s not what it smells like (Then what does it smell like?)
Cos you and me, we’re like a flint and tinder
When we strike the rocks all we will leave is cinders
And it looks and sounds and smells and tastes like love
But it’s not love
Is it just blind instinct
That propels us like a wind-up toy
And leaves us powerless to do anything other than build up
Towers that we subsequently choose to destroy?
It’s not what it feels like (Then what does it feel like?)
It’s not what it looks like (Then what does it look like?)
It’s not what it sounds like (Then what does it sound like?)
It’s not what it tastes like (Then what does it taste like?)
Cos you and me, we’re like a flint and tinder
When we strike the rocks all we will leave is cinders
And it looks and sounds and smells and tastes like love
But it’s not love
What does it feel like? What does it look like?
What does it sound like? What does it smell like?
Feel it shake, rattle and roll
As you surrender to forces you never learned to control
And it’s dark and it’s cold and you’re all alone
Except the echoes of you whispering “Is anybody home?”
Quake and quiver and pray for deliverance
Hanging on for dear life when the only way to live is
To let go
So let go
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I’ve turned into a drone
So slowly that even now I half-believe I’m a human with a mind of my own
Just writing an ironic line in which I falsely claim
I’ve turned into a drone
So gradually it’s a game of inches and milliseconds
You give a little compromise here, they take a little liberty there
You turn into a drone
So smoothly it’s like broiling an amphibian:
You ignore the steady deterioration of the medium you’re living in
Scintilla of sensation slip from your cortex to your cuticle
While you’re banging your head on your monitor in your beige MDF cubicle
But you can’t, you won’t, and you don’t stop
Filling in empty data on your grey desktop
And all the white boys sing:
Why don’t you do something if you think you’re so smart, bro?
I’ve turned into a drone
But I still remember what it was to feel as humans feel
To giggle with life’s glee
To weep in the terror of death
To shudder in instantaneous post-ejaculatory regret
But now all that is gone
Like the of the scent of a forgotten summer
As all the circuits short
And you become a drone
What’s the matter with you?
You can’t take an ass-beating, bitch?
You never learned to keep up a psychological guard
While life’s lame bullies and petty tyrants shatter it to shards, singing:
Oh this is gonna hurt me more than it hurts you, bro
I got the nail-gun
I got the duct tape
I got the hot glue
And the two-by-fours
Gonna barricade the windows and bar all the doors
Leave a little cat-flap for delivery of pizza and whores
And when the tsunami stop-banks have burst
And the virus has done its worst
I will take my shotgun for a walk
’Twixt the still-twitching bodies of the former middle-managers
Putting them one by one out of my misery, and singing:
This is gonna hurt you more than it hurts me, bro
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Sacred something, weak and wild
Bless this ugly useless child
Filter him until he’s pure as driven coke
Make him better, make him less bad
Scrape off the filth he has on his filthy hands
Boil him dry and sublimate all of his sins
Won’t you help, won’t you help me refrain
The tension of temptation’s decimating my brain
And all I ever have – repentance songs
I have strayed and I have sinned
I can’t even touch myself because I don’t know where I’ve been
My straight and narrow’s bent and stretched beyond repair
So wash my mouth out, wash my brain
Steep me in solvents and absolve me of all stains
Leave me fresh and lemon-scented on your bench
Won’t you help, won’t you help me refrain
The tension of temptation’s decimating my brain
And all I ever have – repentance songs
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4. |
Drowning Kittens
05:04
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He put them in a box
He filled the box full of stones
And then he took his chisel
And he filled it full of holes
He flipped it over twice
I can still hear the squeals
He said, “Now, take them down to the river
And throw them in”
I took the box in my arms
All whimpering and bloody
I took a deep breath and I let it out
I walked it down to the water’s edge
I closed my eyes
I told my thoughts not to think
I gathered all my strength
And I threw
But the box wouldn’t sink
And the screams grew louder
I couldn’t ignore them
And I couldn’t make them stop
I stood and listened
For what seemed forever
And in the end
I picked up a stone
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She
She keeps monsters
They belong to her
Though they’re not exactly pets
She doesn’t fear them
Though they’re not exactly friendly
And she swears
They never ate nobody yet
She keeps monsters
She says she doesn’t feed them
She says they’re big enough already
And I must say I agree
The thing is, though, they’re getting bigger
Which makes me think somebody’s feeding them
And sometimes I wonder
If that somebody’s me
I don’t know if I believe in the human soul
But I know what I’m scared of
She keeps monsters
She says she doesn’t feed them
But it seems they’re getting bigger
So I ask her what she thinks
She thinks I’m feeding them, and when I say no
She says, “If you don’t feed them, they don’t grow”
And then she holds up the mirror:
I’ve started to shrink
I don’t know if I believe in the human soul
But I know what I’m scared of
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I was born tiny and wizened and as yellow as the sun
It took eight weeks in the incubator before the doc declared me done
He said, “I don’t believe in cures, but this boy’s as better as he’s gonna get”
And he knew what he was on about – they’ve never found a cure for me yet
And I grew out like a fungus though I never grew up much
I learned that life is full of lessons if you’re looking for them, such as:
Don’t be careful what you wish for; you’ll either get it or you won’t
And you’ll be sad or glad accordingly, and sometimes you’ll be both
But mostly you’ll just be utterly and completely unknown
So I spent my adolescence at the bottom of a well
You’d be surprised how quickly one becomes accustomed to the stench
Of rising damp, sinking spirits, and the putrefaction underneath your nails
As each attempt you make to climb the walls all wet with slime completely fails
And when I came of age my father came and handed me a club
He’d made from bits of old detritus from the carpark at the pub
And he said, “Boy, when you see that monster, take this bitch and fight it any way you can!”
When I said, “What monster? Where?” he mumbled something indistinct and then he ran
I was barely 25 when I first kissed a girl
And I’d like to say I liked it but my head was such a whirlwind
Of confusion and befuddlement that truthfully I still haven’t worked it out
The best that I can say is that I’ve probably done worse things with my mouth
She said, “I kinda like you cos you make me feel like dirt
But I can’t keep from wondering if some other man
could treat me worse”
And I’m a charitable guy so I told her that I hoped that she was right
It was the wrong thing to say but then that’s the story of my fucking life
So I’m standing with my thumb out on a highway heading west
I planned to hitch a ride to Hamilton and drink myself to death
But like so many other things, it hasn’t worked out quite the way that I had planned
It’s not easy being thick as fucking pigshit but I do the best I can
So I climbed the wise man’s mountain just to ask him for a tip
He said, “Keep throwing shit at that there wall, and eventually some’ll stick”
Now I’ve been throwing shit forever, and it’s piled so high that I can’t see the wall
But if I could I bet there wouldn’t be a morsel stuck up there at all
And Jesus said he’d send an angel but I don’t think that I’ll pick up when he calls
Cos every angel’s just a Lucifer who hasn’t been informed about the fall
OMNIA PLENA CUNNO SUNT
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History Never Deletes
03:58
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We’re wired to forget
—old pain and new names
—what happened last time
—just where we left it
—mistakes and repeat them
—mistakes and repeat them
—well-crafted speeches
—faces and numbers
—how bad the past was
We’re wired to forget
—the truth when it suits us
—how long it took last time
—our real motivation
—mistakes and repeat them
—what we ever saw in him
—what we were driving at
—all the good punch-lines
—the colour of her eyes
But there’s this one thing I can’t erase
Though I try and I try
We’re wired to forget
—essential details
—what lies we told to whom
—mistakes and repeat them
—how it came to this
But there’s this one thing I can’t erase …
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Oh my god, it’s full of stars! Or maybe it just seems so to these twisted senses
Defenses tremble with arrhythmia, original sin-bins overflow with outcast schisms
In the dusky light of a subfusc dawn they dropped a clusterfuck bomb
With a rodeo cowpoke strapped on “yippee-ki-yay”-ing his way into big-bang history –
And this is what it sounds like
Every god-damned night the undead loiter outside my door just to bug me
I’d be glad to join their drooling ranks but the doctors flat refuse to unplug me
No matter how I beg
What are they after? If it’s brains they eat all I can offer is malnutrition, inefficient intuition,
An ever-increasing sense of encroaching dread – will that feed your head?
Cos this is what it looks like
I built an underground wonderland a thousand fathoms deep
By eating dirt dusk till dawn and shitting mortar in my sleep
She was hard work knocking all the rooms into place
When the only tools I had were my fingers and my face
Every time I dug a chamber it’d crumble at the seams
Like a shitty simile for all a man’s little dreams
And the only sure method for shoring up the walls
Was to beat the earth firm with the top of my skull
And when the scabs on my scalp began to bleed and to burn
I was glad cos it meant the walls were finally getting firm
I was bruised and broken when my work was through
But then You Only Live Once and I had fuck-all else to do
And now? There’s nothing to do at all –
And this is what it feels like
Listen! Listen! Listen!
It is not enough simply to grasp the gravity of this situation
Gravity is a force – you do not grasp it, it acts upon you and all the other objects
With equal indifference to your life and opinions
This is what it feels like
This is your brain
—on the end of a sharp stick
—on the floor – obey the three-second rule, quick!
—on duty
—on top of Old Smokey
—on the verge of an abandoned highway
—on location
—on edge
—on top of the world looking down on creation
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9. |
The Rules
04:29
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I can see you
Convincing yourself to love me
And I see you
Forcing yourself to care
And I see you frantically begging both yourself and me to believe you
But I don’t – and you won’t
So there
And I feel you
Sliding those hooks up inside me
And I know damn well you know I know
That when I pull that shit out it’ll sting
And I see that look, like this is hurting you more than it hurts me
But I don’t believe that
You’ve ever really felt a thing
I can hear you
Mumbling excuses like a schoolboy
And I hear you
Squirm and squeal like a creature in a trap
And maybe you can weasel out of me like an affordable Houdini
But you can’t escape yourself
And that’s that
Men are all bitches, and women are all fools
Don’t gimme that look, kid – I’m not the one who made up the rules
And they call this shit a game, but what they mean is that
It’s something you don’t get paid to do, and you almost always lose
But I know what the real thing feels like
(What? What does it feel like?)
And I know what the real thing tastes like
(What? What does it taste like?)
And I know what the real thing looks like
(What? What does it look like?)
[He says]
Feel it shake, rattle and roll
As you surrender to forces you never learned to control
And it’s dark and it’s cold and you’re all alone
Except the echoes of you whispering “Is anybody home?”
Quake and quiver and pray for deliverance
Hanging on for dear life when the only way to live is
To let go
So let go
[She says]
I can see you
Convincing yourself to love me
And I see you
Forcing yourself to care
And I see you frantically begging both yourself and me to believe you
But I don’t – and you won’t
So let go
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10. |
Little Flame
05:27
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Put your hands around it
Guard it like a little flame
Cos you never know when it is coming back again
Give it space, and give it oxygen and time
Don’t give it up
Put your arms around it
Hold it to you like a charm
Let it know you’re never gonna let it come to harm
Let it move, and let it breathe and let it grow
Don’t let it go
And we know not to look back
And that’s why we can’t not look back
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11. |
Dirty Lie
05:11
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Here’s to the old and dirty lie:
That if you make it through tomorrow, things will be fine
Cos it’s an old and dirty lie
But it’s a lie that just might save your life
You tell yourself, time after time
Just get through tomorrow and everything will be fine
Then you get through tomorrow, and everything is not fine
It’s all just an old and dirty lie
So here’s to the old and dirty lie:
That if you make it through tomorrow, things will be fine
Cos it’s an old and dirty lie
But it’s a lie that just might save your life
Life’s not a science
And life’s not an art
Life’s just a machine
Designed to grind all of the fibres of your being
Till it’s torn every single one apart
And we’ve gotta fight it, with every weapon that we’ve got
And hope’s the one weapon that’ll work for you
Whether it is real or not
So here’s to the old and dirty lie:
That if you make it through tomorrow, things will be fine
Cos it’s an old and dirty lie
But it’s a lie that just might save your life
Every stupid fucking morning
We take our stupid fucking feet
We put our stupid fucking shoes on them
And get out into the stupid fucking street
And just to put one foot in front of the other requires
We tell ourselves the oldest and dirtiest of lies
And I know it’s all bullshit – yeah, you don’t have to tell me –
But it’s bullshit with a power you have to see to believe
So here’s to the old and dirty lie:
That if you make it through tomorrow, things will be fine
Cos it’s an old and dirty lie
But it’s a lie that just might save your life
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12. |
Things Change
02:03
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People keep telling me that things change
As if love were a shirt or a haircut
It’s like saying that buildings just change into rubble
People keep telling me that things change
People keep telling me all things pass
As if love were a fad or a fashion
But my love stays standing now I’ve fallen over
And people keep telling me that things change
People keep telling me I’ll move on
As if love were a traveling salesman
But my love’s more like something that’s stuck in my throat
And people keep telling me that things change
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