1. |
A Pregnant Silence
11:59
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Bend my body to its agony
Compromise that proves illusory
Letters sent first class to my door
Juvenile nursery rhyme
Sent by a first class whore
I sell myself short
I sell myself
In my slaughterhouse of screams
With my abbatoir dreams
The dignity I gave conversation
Belied the day's malaise
And punctured my persuasion
Barbed words fall anaemic into a pregnant silence
Where they'll boil and arise
Into an act of violence
Carved with a bayonet of coarse regret
Your signature embedded on all I see
Before you make me the smartest man in the morgue
I'll bend you to your agony
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2. |
Michael Buerk
05:29
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Slow movement on the right
Moment not even a slight
Twinkle in your eyes to say
I'm right
In bondage so goes the pose
And now you're in the throes
Where did your plumage go - to waste?
I couldn't do it
Now washed and time dried
Of your touch and sweet lies
Brass cocoon for the cavalier
Your welcomed abuse
An ark for the excuse
Kick back my support and I'm falling
I couldn't do it
You'll err and there I'll lurk
I hope it doesn't work out
I hope it doesn't work out
I hope it doesn't work out
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3. |
Hyena
05:57
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4. |
Beethoven to Phlegm
08:12
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Martini glass super plume exposé
Inner lip scar ear-marked papal bull
Who wants to be an orchestra
Resigned to playing one lone note?
The crude becomes an elixir
Reducing my Beethoven to phlegm
Panacea has died in a hospital bed
Solemn and simple she drifts away
Meet these criteria or meet our disdain
Your uniform is locked-in Jean Dominique
The crude becomes an elixir
Reducing my Beethoven to phlegm
Comedy can crucify
In far greater style than drama ever could
It gives a meaning to all the things
That aren’t so easily understood
So laugh at me and I’ll laugh right back
Slap our knees and eachother’s back
The shame I feel, such a hypocrite
But at least I’m ashamed of it
I suppose
At least I’m ashamed of it
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5. |
From Within Ruin
09:19
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Play ‘Rumble’ on the fringe
For the skilled not educated
Orphans on assembly lines
Uniform songs and horseless chariots
The Cold War rocket ship
Crippled and folded
Keys at The Plaza choke on dust
The crime rate is only high
When it happens to you
Immunity to community
Martha will speak
Souls are swaying
They’re leaving home
Arrested by a riot of chrome
Highland Park is decaying
And the Pioneers have no more ideas
I don’t know my geography but I know where I am
I’m in and amongst this Panzer white-wash
And the colours don’t run
Some old timer stood in line
Wheels made him question what he was doin’
The city done gone BOOM BOOM – so did he
A plant flourished from within ruin
Souls are swaying
They’re leaving home
Arrested by a riot of chrome
Paradise Alley is decaying
The Pioneers have no more ideas
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