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BONNIE ARMS
03:34
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BONNIE ARMS
Bonnie learned to twist from her father was she was just 13
And she’s been swinging her hips ever since if you know what I mean
She always grabs a cart at the shopping mart
With no intention of filling it
But some soup, smokes and milk are a start
Lord knows she doesn’t no when to quit
She never looks both ways crossing the street
As she lights another cigarette
The bags under her eyes swing to the beat
Je regrette, je regrette
But She still finds time to dance, to dance, to dance the night away
So far away x 2….where everything is made of tinsel and gold lame
One room studio with a view of the alley
Decorated by a life on all fours
She was thinking of naming the cat before it got sick on the tv
Like daddy said, if you want a treat you got to do your chores
She often wonders why they can’t make a remote that doesn’t need batteries
Everything is always running out on her
Half a string of Christmas lights light her toiletries
Pas de compare, pas de comparison
But She still finds time to dance, to dance, to dance the night away
So far away x 4….where everything is made tinsel and gold lame
Night shifts at the nursing home are a home
Away from her home sick heart
She’d rather walk amongst the dead than be alone
She finds their end is where she’d like to start( or avec amour)
There is no more time to kill
The mop glides itself across the floor
She watches as her eyes fill
Avec amore…
(spoken)
(she sees love through dead grey eyes
even tired hearts can find the beat
her island waits as the ocean dries
and the danceless find their feet)
one more chance to dance, to dance, to dance the night away
So far away x4 ….where everything is made tinsel and gold lame
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THE ELEVATOR WEEPS
04:17
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THE ELEVATOR WEEPS FOR HER
She feels, she feels, she feels too much
She fears, she fears, she fears too much
To dare to leave anything to chance
She thinks, she thinks, she thinks too much
She shrinks, she shrinks, she shrinks too much
To dare to take the smallest chance
white tennis shoes and pantyhose hunt her one room studio
There’s something wrong, she takes too long
10000 tiny plastic barrettes fight to tame her tangled mess
She takes too long, there’s something wrong
But she can’t live in air alone…as the doors will open and…close
She curses that damn elevator, always trying to bring her down
It won’t be long before it’s gone
She pushes the dreaded button watching it happen again
There’s something wrong, she takes to long
They open and close x4 or just 1
The elevator weeps for her x4
Bringing her down to the ground with the sound….(bing…street noise.)
She feels, she feels, she feels, she feels, her feet hit the street
She hears, she hears, she hears her heart beat
Against her cage screaming bloody (murder)
(rise to abrupt end)
She squints, she squints, she squints from the light
She sprints, she sprints, she sprints for her life
From red to green mercy or murder.
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FRANCONIA NOTCH
05:06
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Franconia notch
Little black jaguar purrs through the wood
Two black mirrors are lost on her eyes
She’s not running but this is no round trip
She thinks she may have made up her mind this time
She headed north like any good intellectual would
Only the lightest of minds can go south in times
No, these things thrive on the dark and the cool
To much sky can unravel the tightest of minds
Ch:
She stops and a red covered bridge as her phone vibrates
She gently sets it on the windowsill to decide its own fate
She wonders if this little bridge will ever forgive her cowardice
As she climbs deeper into the darkened mist…
Of the Franconia notch x3 so much more than just another.
her thoughts are lost as the cat crawls
soon she she’ll be far enough, deep enough
she hears nothing but the winds resistance
she gives into the beast’s hunger for distance
her foot rests heavy as the trees hurry their pace
blocking out what little is left of the day
she enjoys this dark too much to illuminate
as the asphalt fades away it only makes her crave… more distance
she runs on like a bead of blood dripping down it’s vein
until she sees, like in a dream, a great bulk blocking her way
her foot remains committed to its task but her eyes harbor doubts
and as she gets closer she see the steam shoot from it’s mouth
both have set their course and don’t plan on veering from the path
the will of nature has brought them together an will have it’s rath
the great dear lowers it’s rack readying for impact
as the black cat leaps, teeth and claws drawn for the attack
there’s no turning back (crash)
in the Franconia notch…so much more than just another…notch
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4. |
DELMAR ROSE
04:48
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THE LAST DELMAR ROSE (dagger dust)
The newly weds left the church on a chain of mules
Dragging soup cans lit up by lantern fuel
They’re headed to a town just west of caliente
By way of the extraterrestrial highway
Lo poco que sabían,
Their first home was built to be there last
Of stone, mortar, timber and glass
Everyday he entered the cool earth with a smile
Leaving his rose glowing with denial
Lo poco que sabían, lo poco lo poco x2
The hard fought gold paved this new town
Swelling with pride and increasing it’s ground
Nothing like treasure to make the reaper come
As the dagger dust ripped through the young men’s lungs
Lo poco que sabían n, lo poco lo poco
An opera house was built to house all the widows
Tragedy ruled the house without windows
Poor Rose always sat in the first row
She was known to never to miss a show
Lo poco que sabían, lo poco lo poco
Sometimes fire is the only way to escape the heat
All was a glow on the widow maker’s main street
And all the water in the meadow valley wash
Wouldn’t dare do anything rash
Lo poco que sabían, lo poco lo poco x2
New homes of rod iron sprung up from the ground
With granite floors and a view of the clouds
She was the last to join the endless rows
Marked by the buds of the last Delmar rose
Lo poco que sabían, Lo poco que sabían x3 lo poco lo poco
lo poco lo poco lo poco lo poco lo poco lo poco
Lo poco que sabían
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HE ALWAYS BRINGS THE CAR AROUND
his eyes never leave the blind
as the zebra stripes take on the feline
she’s in the same old story
so far over his head it floors me
he knows the secret is silence, like the beauty of potential violence
With his creepy little patience he waits relaxed, ready to be tense. To attack
He always brings the car around, waiting for a look, a sound, a hook
He directs the scene in his mind
Act one, the lovers meet for the first time
in a rush She misses her bus
He offers her a lift with a gentleman’s touch
She draws blank on his face, as he waits for her to name his fate
She screams at the top of her lungs, and he turns to see the taxi come
He always brings the car around, waiting for a look, a sound, a hook
She don’t love she’s loved x4 he loves not to be loved x4
Good things come to those who wait
Except for those who wait for good things to happen
he knows she’ll live forever, she alone pulls her own tether
he envies her blind thirst, it’s the kind of curse he could handle
he just wants a chance to see her dancing x2 at both ends of the candle
She don’t love she’s loved x4 he loves not to be loved
She don’t love she’s loved x3
He loves not to be loved…
he just wants a chance to see her dancing
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6. |
LA CHARME
04:10
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LIVER AND ONIONS
04:32
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Liver and Onions
Liver and onions in a long black dress
She hides her mane against the bricks
Remember this, a pretty witch
She’s never seen a human but she watches them on TV…Living the dream
they reminds her, that she’s hungry, she has needs…anything that bleeds
She sleeps like a tiger on her back
In a room all painted black
Designed to hide the cracks of a storied past
Her manly kisses remind you she’s half bow and half arrow…the margin is narrow
She hangs you, on the wall strung up, on your sorrows….no need for tomorrow
Her wine soaked lips have spun
Your tale into knots not to be undone
Red bullets drip from her tongue
And you gladly drink from the fountain….mounting the mountain
Roses on quartz in a sea of green
The ships slip into the sea
She chose you to be free
One last chance to feel lonely… she here for you only
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8. |
PARK TERRACE
04:12
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park terrace
Open up to the air open up to your doors
Our awning will cover you
Our stairs will carry you
All you have to do is dress the part
Well oh well, we tried, we tried you
Its been up to you, up till now, till now it’s up
One flash will catch you, when you want to….fall
And with a click, It’s forever, forever forgotten
Blind beauty knows no better call
With the dark, it severs, it severs the sun
ON the Sunday times front page
High heels, heel to no one,
They heal no one.
They just poke holes,
in the first story ever told, in the worst story ever told
But lets tell it again, with more color
With more leather, with more animal hair
We’ll take a page from the middle, and skip the end
Ring, don’t answer x4 ….they only want it all
And with a click it’s forever, forever forgotten
True beauty knows no better call
And with the sun we’ll feather, we’ll feather, the bed
as bedlam reigns a new age
true beauty’s prettiest cage.
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9. |
TEMPEST Le MANS
04:47
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TEMPEST LE MANS in C
Rain fills the bucket seats
In his new cover…able
Traveling through longitudinal tunnels
To park at her stable
y-body why not a body suit
descending down the grand stand
her green skin meets the vinyl seat for a swim
her eyes avoiding him
don’t worry about the future and the hell with the rest
this is our drive this is our day this is this
don’t be afraid to lose focus and give into the tempest
this is our life this is our grave this is this is this is
she paints her eyes in the sun visor
she adjusts her scarf for falling rain
lipstick kisses stick to the window pane
out into the sugar cane
the tempest lures them ashore
as the waves wash away the showers
their bare feet from the beach spring like flowers
coast free from cowards
water on water on bare skin, drowning the lovers of old
as the sun gives into the horizon, we’ll have it cast in gold
as his siren is blue and red lit, handcuffs are always custom fit.
don’t hide from a sin written by sheep with out wolves
this is our skin this is our thread this is this
don’t believe them when they tell you, you can’t get to heaven in a gto
this is our spin this is our tread this is this is this is
THIS IS THIS THIS IS
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10. |
SOMEWHERE TO GO
02:36
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