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Mineral Lick
03:32
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let's all go down to the mineral lick
it came up from below when we needed it
we've got such a blind need
shapeless undertones, perforated edges, unclear
all the punks are growing gardens that spill into the street
following intangible traces of things
we're all fighting blind need
shapeless undertones, perforated edges, unclear
what's gonna grow from your blood
you can only build on ruins, you can only make something
where something's been made before
you can overwrite, overwrite, overwrite
let's all go down to the mineral lick
it came up from below when we needed it
we've got such a blind need, such a need,
that you can overwrite
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2. |
Camera
03:13
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3. |
One-Sided Man
02:41
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I am a coward, I am a coward
bee-oh-oh, aitch-oh-oh
I am a one-sided man
a real Michelangelo
I got no libido and I got no charm
but I get a lot of work done, I get a lot of work done
I beat my chest, mama, beat my chest
I’m filled with stress, I’m filled with stress
I’ve been hunting, hunting, hunting, hunting, hunting
but I have not eaten yet
and I’ve been moving, moving, moving to music
built by silent images
I sure do love, I sure do love
people who are just like me
I sure do hate, I sure do hate
people who are just like me
I got no libido and I got no charm
but I get a lot of work done, I get a lot of work done
I walk with one leg, I hunt with one arm, I get
down on my knees for god and his son
I’ve been hunting, hunting, hunting, hunting, hunting
but I have not eaten yet
and I’ve been moving, moving, moving to music
built by silent images
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4. |
I Am the Meter
02:16
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I'm sad now, but tomorrow
maybe I won't be sad and that makes me feel terrible
I am the meat and the strings that tie up the meat
and the paper, and the paper
oh, oh, oh
someone call the doctor, someone call the doctor
I am the meter and the
water, water, boiling over
I am the string dangling
and the rock candy, and the rock candy
oh, oh, oh
someone call the doctor, someone call the doctor
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5. |
Boy Kings
03:59
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Saint Sebastian, the beautiful boy
they just had to shoot him all over
with their western eyes, with their arrows and bows,
a patriarchal supernova
Jean Michel became a king of New York
by drawing a crown up over his head
he put on a suit, turned on the TV
and made an opera out of his bed
bah bah bah boy kings bah bah boy kings
bah bah you can't kill bah bah boy kings
pretty pretty Valentino
flexing his arms in front of the mirror
looking directly into the camera
and carried across the country revered
Tutenkhamun, the boy in bloom
sleeping forever and ever and ever
with pictures painted all over his room
animals and things of the desert
bah bah bah boy kings bah bah boy kings
bah bah you can't kill bah bah boy kings
Saint Sebastian, the beautiful boy
pierced with arrows, penetrated, despised
left for dead, pale and wounded
miraculously survived
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6. |
The Voyeurs
06:16
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I love you – like an anemone
unmoving – unconditionally
you took me, you led to the mountains
I wanted to watch, I wanted to see
it's like thunder – boom boom
it's like lightning – boom boom
the way that you love me – boom boom
it's frightening
take me, thunderer thunderer
take me, thunderer thunderer
take me, I've been a bad voyeur
hurt me – tear me apart
watching you dance – I was struck
by something I'd never felt before
you reached me
I held up my hands to my face
I looked through my fingers and so framed my life
in equal parts dark and light
it's like thunder – boom boom
it's like lightning – boom boom
the way that you love me – boom boom
it's frightening
take me, thunderer thunderer
take me, thunderer thunderer
take me, I've been a bad voyeur
hurt me – tear me apart
look at me now (watch me )
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7. |
Kullopodíon
04:00
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flailing in the dark
dirt, sweat, heavy breath
I feel another man smashing my face with his fists
like a hammer from heaven
the masculine grotesque
I get hot, I feel blood moving on my face
then for nine nights and nine days
I’m falling through swollen, hot air
I’m like you, wounded Kullopodíon,
I run into a foreign town; out of breath, disfigured and scared
I’m like you – Kullopodíon
people pulled you out of the sea and cared for you
I found a girl on the street speaking in another language
she gave me her blanket, we sat together pointing at things
she started to cry, I didn’t understand
she said I want to put my tongue in your mouth
Kullopodíon – was it like this for you, living in a volcano
making all your mechanical golden women
was it like this for you, hurt and ugly
giving life to tables with golden wheels
was it like this for you, living in hiding
was it like this for you, making beautiful things
this is my forge, this song
this is my disfigurement, fear
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8. |
The Kappa
03:52
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I have been sleeping underground
in a hole by the river
I wake, I come up
with a head of stagnant water
I empty my cup – rise! rise!
I fill my cup – rise! rise!
every day, every day – rise! rise!
I rise – oh Kappa teach me, give me your skills
I get down on my knees
bow deeply to the river
this is where I have my fun
this is where I murder
wherever I go in Japan
I know to carry water with me
if you should meet me in Japan
you should know to bow deeply
you should fear me for my daily resurrection
I have an ancient set of skills
I can alleviate with my touch
if you defeat me in Japan
I will show you so very much
you should fear me for my daily resurrection
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9. |
Time's A Blob
03:43
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time is a blob, it's a blob
you and I we have to anchor each other
keep me in mind - I will keep you in mine
half remembered, half-formed to one another
not a single fixed point
caught, caught, caught up in the blob
are we together, are we together
what makes us together
are we together, are we together
what brings us together
time is a blob, it's a blob
like a big bang, something from nothing
no explanation – one bang that gave us everything
like a trauma – dividing you up into pieces
making you spend life putting them all back together
are we together, are we together
what makes us together
are we together, are we together
what brings us together
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10. |
I Don't Answer Questions
03:34
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put on your own whole armor
that we may stand against each other
and the flesh and blood and the flesh and blood
for we no longer wrestle with the devil
but with the authorities
i don't answer questions
put on your own whole armor
that we may (uhh uhh uhh)
each other and the flesh and blood in high places
for we no longer wrestle with good and evil
but with the authorities
i don't answer questions
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11. |
Worms in the Dirt
03:07
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I wanna love you like we're long, fat worms
I don't want to know where my body stops
I want oh (oh) oh (oh) precipitate on my skin
if the sun comes out I'll wither away, I will
I want to be blind, I want to love you without sight
I want to writhe with you in the dark, underground
we will never understand this
what love does to us
we will never understand this
what sex does to us
I don't even want bones, no no - I want to
rub my pink body up with your pink body
uh huh (uh huh) uh huh (uh huh) come up come up
get out of the dirt, get clean, before we wriggle again
I want to be blind, I want to love you without sight
I want to writhe with you in the dirt, underground
we will never understand this
what love does to us
we will never understand this
what sex does to us
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PALE RED Vancouver, British Columbia
Charlotte Coleman, Portia Boehm and Myles Black
tight as shit with sloppy freak-outs
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