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Y’all came up on my YouTube feed. The caption was right, my taste in music must be weird af. I just can’t get enough. Can’t wait for the vinyl to get here.
Favorite track: Love of Ages.
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A Happy Man
01:58
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There was a happy man
A very happy man
He worked from dusk till dawn
Praying all night with the lights half on
Praying all night with the lights half on
And he'd like to expect
God put him to the test
And he would mow the lawn
Baking all day in the evening sun
Baking all day in the evening sun
Baking all day in the evening sun...
The sun went down for the girl on the hill
And she danced straight back from the rat race until
She was all tired out from singing this song
But the girl didn't know this song goes on and on
So she gave this song to the choir to sing
Once the chorus began they could not stop singing
So the rat racers chased her away from this town
But they learned far too late that the sun won't go down
If the girl is gone and the choir's off key
So the whole town joined in the song naturally
And they all kept singing the words that you hear
In their search for the girl who had long disappeared
As they sang they smashed every cup, plate and mirror
In a fruitless attempt to drown out the terror
Which emerges from music that crawls in your ears
And it will not stop till that jam in your gears when you're dead
(You're dead)
You're dead, you are dead
(You're dead)
You're dead, you are dead
(You're dead)
You're dead, you are dead
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(You cross the street)
So I guess it’s okay if I cross now too
See, I regret nothing when I’m with you
(When can we meet?)
Why won’t you throw me a line?
I’ve got a question for you
Will you still love me when I’m through?
Will you love me when my soul’s no longer sentient?
Will you love me when I’m dead?
Will you love me when I’m buried underneath the ground?
Will you love me when I’m dead?
(I crossed the line)
When you told me you were fine, I said “Are you okay?”
And you said “What did I just say?”
(You’re out of line)
I turned to say you were right, but you had faded away
You left a note with a bouquet
It read "Love me with a light forever luminous"
Will you love me when I’m dead?
Will you love me when my body is anonymous?
Will you love me when I’m dead?
2, 4, 6, 8, can I take you on a date?
Will you love me when my soul’s no longer sentient?
Will you love me when I’m dead?
Will you love me when I’m buried underneath the ground?
Will you love me when I’m dead?
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3. |
God of War
02:51
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Dad was a tad insane
I knew him for years but he never remembered my name
He'd fall, I'd tell him "Count to ten"
He'd keep on counting but he's never getting back up again
You broke the law
We agreed on your silence but all you ever do is talk
Son, you're gettin' five to ten
You'll be up for parole but you're never getting back out again
Oooooh
You're like the inside of a lava lamp
Always burning, always turning
You're the god of war
What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for, my love?
What are you fighting for, my love?
Man, I think I'm in a jam
Well I had a dream where I didn't know who I am
You're a crook!
You're a cop!
You're a bad piece of work!
You're insane!
Take the blame!
You're a dick and a jerk!
And I sigh
Wonder why?
'Cause I'm tired of you!
And I know you know you hate it when we're screaming and there's naught we can do
It's like the time we went to the puppet show
Always punching, always lunging
You're the god of war
What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for, my love?
What are you fighting for, my love?
Oooooh
You completely ruined the best of times
You'd be running with a knife, but you're the god of life
Take my final advice
Take my parting advice, my love
Love thy neighbor and you'll be loved
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Anhedonia Tsardas
00:56
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The most wanted woman in Estonia
She was loved by every man somehow
So haunted, glum and anhedonia
Finds not a drop of pride or pleasure now
Don’t remember pride or pleasure, times when she was happy
All the men assured themselves she’s simply out to lunch
All she treasured changed like weather, soon felt trite and sappy
Looked around and then she found her boys a crappy bunch
The most wanted woman in Estonia
Crying over by the Baltic Sea
And no, she wouldn’t wanna know ya
Because her life is a catastrophe
So uncertain, what a burden, all is a distraction
Her demeanor indicates she wants a life alone
So disturbed, she closed the curtain, caused a chain reaction
Now the friends she thought she knew are withered to the bone
To the bone
Don’t remember pride or pleasure, times when she was happy
All the men assured themselves she’s simply out to lunch
All she treasured changed like weather, soon felt trite and sappy
Looked around and then she found her boys a crappy bunch
The most wanted woman in Estonia
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Chili Dog Incarnate
03:35
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Chili dog incarnate
Falling down on wall street
Don't you think it's such a lonely sight?
Well I think it's a delight
And it's cold outside, the gods abide, they paint a hellscape out of life
With chili dog incarnate made to take it all in strife
Don't you think it's perfect? You're free
To live the way you please
But if you take it too far you'll get killed
(You know you will!)
Chili dog incarnate, pacing 'round the sidewalk
He's dancing through those vaugamentary days
And he's deep in a malaise
And he sadly sighs, all teary eyed, see him lament his final cent
It's chili dog incarnate with no way to pay to rent
Some folks are worthless, but not me I'm the picture of security
A lucky man from wealthy family
(Ooh, hee hee!)
Chili dog incarnate, he's a pauper and a fool
And I don't mind the connotations too
Chili dog incarnate, pretty soon he's turning tricks
I wonder if he does it for a fix?
Chili dog incarnate, the sake of my disbarment
From Posh & Proust, my father's company
(Hee hee!)
I struck him 'cross the nose with a champagne glass In the New York City street
Oh, can't you see?
1 and 2 and 3 and 4...
So chili dog incarnate
Free to walk and wander
He's miserable but still allowed to fail
As for me, I rot in jail
I suffer daily beatings so I'm prone to profuse bleeding
And despite his massive fortune, my old man will not pay bail
Chili dog incarnate, don't you think it's funny
How now you're better off than me though you don't have any money? And I can't renew, I can't undo, no, my entire life is through
It's set in stone, I'll die alone for what I did to you
So I have no purpose, but you'll see, when death comes to rescue me
I'll haunt your sleep, I'll haunt your dreams at night
(Sweet dreams)
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7. |
Love of Ages
02:24
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Anne was an aspiring actress working in a cafe called Muy Aquario
She got a face tattoo of her social done down in the spokes of the barrio And by the time she turned 20, she'd been hired to ghostwrite
The autobiography of frozen rain
She went through so many insomniac poet boyfriends
And all of them surrendered to themselves just the same
So she said, "Love isn't fun, and love isn't free, no one in the universe will ever love me"
Pain of ages (oh no)
I can hear you
All wrapped in your linens
Yeah, I know
Pain of ages
So now she's sleeping in a hut in the country
Working in a city built from steel guitar pride
And see her smoking a cigar on the old back porch and all smiling and triple-fried
She gives way to no lovers, no, it isn't for her
And she will never feel sorry for herself anymore
She just watches Evil Dead 2 on DVD and builds small clay models of the earth's inner core
She's into igneous rocks, she likes '70s socks
Her friends all took care of her when she got chicken pox
Love of ages (oh yeah)
I can hear you
All crushed in your pillows
Yeah, I know
Love of ages
Let me hear you say "love of ages" now!
Love of ages
Oh god
Well I said that I'm doing the best that I can!
I can hear you
All wrapped in your linens
Yeah, I know
Love of ages
Love of ages
I can hear you
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8. |
Whittler and the King
03:54
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Awaken from your slumber
You don't feel anything
You think you're fine but soon you'll find
The whittler and the king
Spin sordid tales of heartache
On spinwheels made from skin
The skin is mine and soon I'll find
The whittler is within
And all the west was won in the sun
But all the rest is none, it's no fun
You think that you're a whittler
But really you're a king
As you divide and pay no mind
You don't learn anything
You'll wish that you're a wise man
As wise as wise can be
But man takes you for granted
In this crumbling monarchy
Make a run for it (Make a run for it)
Make a run for it (Make a run for it)
Make a run for the cunning, the fun of it
Make a run for it (Make a run for it)
What will you think
When the ice pick smashes the ice rink?
Why not me?
Come out and face the sun
Come out and face the big one
Come out the mouth to gun
Come out and chew the big gum
Come out and beat the drum
Beat on the drum the hardest
Come out and play the song
Come and avenge the artist
Come and avenge the artist
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9. |
Go Left My Son
03:58
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It is very hard to navigate the street sometimes
You must be careful not to stumble, trip or fall
But what's interesting is everybody has their way of getting 'round their neighborhood communities and malls
I thought I knew what "holy mackerel" meant
I thought our space was not for rent
Now that I've learned the opposite, I know how to crawl
Go left, my son
Go left. my son
It's a game of navigation and it's surely just begun
Go left, my son
Go left, my son
Pretty soon you will assume the role of one
It is difficult to function on your feet sometimes
It's a shame and an embarrassment to fail
The people say:
"Ha ha, that person's not equipped to live,
You would be better off with four legs and a tail!"
But when I finally found myself
I found I could be someone else
With some considerable help from my GPS
(S!)
S!
(S!)
Oh yes!
Go left, my son
Go left, my son
See the slackers on the sidelines, they're amazed at what you've done
Go left, my son
Go left, my son
Pretty soon you will assume the role of one
There are people in my life who say I'm doing things wrong, and sometimes I think they might be right. It's as if some sort of digital worms have wriggled their way deep into the depths of my brain crevices. I[REDACTED]
Now I can walk the way I breathe
Nobody else can taunt or tease
Now that I've learned to cross the street just like all the rest
(The rest!)
The rest!
(The rest!)
Oh yes!
Go left, my son
Go left, my son
It's a game of navigation and it's surely just begun
Go left, my son
Go left, my son
Pretty soon you will assume role of one
Go left, my son
Go left, my son
See the slackers on the sidelines, they're amazed at what you've done
Go left, my son
Go left, my son
Pretty soon you will assume the role of one
Friends see my son explore his way around the town
Flying and freaking out the others in the crowd
Then he will get a job and be like everyone
Go left
Go left
Go left
You know, it really is true what they say. About how no matter who you are in this god forsaken world, there's always going to be someone or other determined to tell you that you must mobilize in a certain direction. Well ladies and gentleman, I'm here to tell you that there really is no one finite way in which you must go. Yes, you can go north, south, east, west, left, right or what have you. Take it from our esteemed guest speaker tonight, the one and only Milton St. Milton Senior. Take it away!
Go left, giddy up
Go left, giddy up
Go soon, my baby
Go left, giddy up
Go left, giddy up
Go soon, my
Soon, my
Soon, my
Soon, my
Soon, my
Soon my son
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Could it be love that sends me a subpoena
Could it be a heart that throws the final bomb
I suspect someone shot the ballerina
Now I yell cut and shut the whole thing down
'Cause it's always someone else's knife
According to the writer's sickly pen
Suckers want a version of their life
Spun in the same way over again
Told Variety I do not believe
In the kind of shit I put on screen
Now I've been demoted to the B's
And my heart is breaking in my sleep
I write, produce, direct about sixteen of these a day
While all the world is hanging on a string
I edit, cut and paste the words I hope will make you stay
But all the world is hanging on a string
I could be bald or different from what you're used to
I could be short or just a leading man
But if I kissed you, you'd see I'm the coward
'Cause I can't own that I'm the way I am
'Cause in the blackout of '02
I got up and ran away from you
Bought a bunch of ill fitting black tights
Hoping I would blend in with the night
But you were so moronically brave
So you lit a candle at my grave
Hate to disappoint you at my tomb
But I crawled back straight into the womb
I roll and gaff and splice the whole production on short ends
While all the world is hanging on a string
I fund and sell and screen the whole mistake I made at Cannes
While all the world is hanging on a string
(All the world is hanging on)
I write, produce, direct about sixteen of these a day
While all the world is falling on my head
I shoot and light and dub the words you might want me to say
But maybe I should trash the script instead
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11. |
Seems Like Evil
02:48
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It might not seem like evil to you
But it seems like evil tonight
It might not seem it’s odd or askew
But it seems like evil tonight
'Cause the dogs are howling at the blood red moon
And the kids are hiding under the sheets
And I thought I heard a laugh outside
Heard the laugh turning into a shriek
I wish the sun would come and take it away
'Cause I’ve counted every sheep in sight
But there’s lightning in the sky and a storm's on the way
It seems like evil tonight
Yeah, it seems like evil tonight
Yeah, it seems like evil tonight
Yeah, it seems like evil tonight, yeah...
The thunder echoes down an empty street
It seems like evil tonight
I feel the flames of hell on hot concrete
It seems like evil tonight
'Cause I saw two eyes under an empty bed
And the eyes, well they started to blink
And I don’t want to assume the worst
But the worst is what I’ve started to think
I’m waiting up for dusk to come on through
Yeah, I’m waiting up for the sunlight
'Cause wherever you are and whatever you do, it seems like evil
tonight
Yeah, it seems like evil tonight
Here's one for the girl insane
It seems like evil tonight
(Seems like evil tonight)
Here’s one for the distant train
Yeah, it seems like evil tonight
(Seems like evil tonight)
Here’s one for the rusty doll
Yeah, it seems like evil tonight
(Seems like evil tonight)
Here’s one for the face in the wall
Yeah, it seems like evil tonight
(Seems like evil tonight)
Here’s one for the old window
Yeah, it seems like evil tonight, yeah...
Here’s one for the kid who knows
That it seems like evil tonight
Yeah, it seems like evil tonight
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12. |
Mumphrey's Alley
05:58
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Part I: Conception
This is the story of a man I knew
He who spoke of rendezvous
In Palance Park where those unsightly roam
He was a little old lanky-legged donkey with a dent in the dome
And you could see he would never have to work again
If he...
Opened up a can of fish in Mumphrey's Alley
Scrumptious dishes made out of fish
Munchies for the mongrels in the town's lower outskirts
(Made out of what?)
Made out of fish
And you could see that the mule made money
All because of the fish which was so delicious
But the Palance Park pigs, they were harshing his gig
They were shutting him down cuz he had no license
And the mule had no arms, he had no legs and arms, and ahhh
The prophecies of broken men
Part II: Rude Awakening
I don't have any friends
So I stew in this cauldron of contraband
Every time I pretend that I know how it ends but it doesn't make sense
I guess the man, I mean the mule, who sells the fish gets rich quick while I succumb to histrionics
Well, revery, they say to me, may seem like a blessing but
I don't wanna hear a word about fish
I don't wanna hear a word about
Donkeys that bray in the dead of the night who make dishes from fish which the pigs then do fight
It's astounding to see, it's a dreamer's delight
So they say that I'm mad
But just wait till they see how much fun I've had
Drowning life in scenarios rife with escapist absurdities, right?
I am wrong, so ends my song and the meaningless slaughter of character continues on
Revery, say to me I'm not insane
It says "I don't wanna hear a word about fish"
"I don't wanna hear a word about..."
Imagination profound yet insane, all that phlegm and formica polluting your brain
Can't you see that it's wrong?
Can't you see you're to blame?
Searching for mercy, I chuck all my dreams to the sewer pipes
They'll do much better to wither through weather extreme and foreboding to me
Find a desk job in formal clothes, one I'll probably loathe
I could work at a restaurant, whatever you want
Part III: Psychotic Ascension
Picture yourself on a boat on a lake
You shiver and shake
All of your dreams have now gone far away
Why didn't they stay?
Then again, practically speaking, say:
"I don't think I'd rather have it any other way"
Then again, fractally squeaking in rhyme
Dreams can be merciful, life is unkind
And the clouds in the sky part in jubilee
As the fish rain in dozens surrounding me
Though the fable remains still confounding me:
How can the mule get around as an amputee?
Now I sift through the stratosphere aimlessly
On the brink of good cheer and insanity
In a bid to embrace my humanity
Life as it's meant to be
Mumphrey's Reality
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If you are down and feel your heart thump on the ground
Then what you need is just the thing beyond this door (Beyond this door)
You feel depressed or deep in love and you’re obsessed
But once you’re done here, it won’t matter anymore
And many others will walk along
I know now they will pay no heed to my song
But you see, that’s where they’re wrong, so wrong
But you see that’s where they’re wrong
(So wrong, so long)
The amazing disappearing man
Will astound you once and then again
With your heart in your throat,
You might bend down and choke
But he’ll be gone before you can
And you may doubt the very sight before your eyes
Because the truth is so much stranger than it seems (Stranger than it seems)
So open wide and brace your mind for the surprise
For what I sell you is the spectacle of dreams
And just a dime, sir, for such a jewel
To refuse you would surely be such a fool
And your life, well ain't it cruel
So cruel
But just step inside and you’ll drool
(So cruel, you’ll drool)
The amazing disappearing man
Right this way, sir, through my caravan
Just a turn of the switch
And you’ll soon scratch that itch
To believe it’s not an illusion
Am I wrong, I'm so uncertain
Quickly now, they draw the curtain
To my fate
To my fate
The amazing disappearing man
Will astound you once and then again
With your heart in your throat
You might bend down and choke
But he’ll be gone before you can
The amazing disappearing man
Right this way, sir, through my caravan
Just a turn of the switch
And you’ll soon scratch that itch
To believe it’s not an illusion
Disappearing man
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Dreamers of dreams, miscreants of mirth, sovereigns of song
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Profile photo by Meryl Meisler
Background by Kelly Campanile
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