1. |
Violence at Hyperion
03:28
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I see big returns
Routine satisfactions
You’re a friend
You’re a picture
I’m disappeared
Like a war on TV
Close star
You’re so popular
Like a mannequin
With too many fingers
I’m a crowd
Too many characters
A laugh dancing
Over the quaking earth
All the voyeurs in the chairs
Click themselves into stitches
While the shadows at their backs
Are climbing over the walls
The capitol of pain
Clears the way for the vicious
And they always say ‘please’
Before they put you in the ground
Well we’ll never be so boring
As to lose the Fates’ favor
Cause we keep our consultations
Like celestial dogs
Slippery as fiction
With a penchant for danger
And we never say ‘please’
If you’re standing in our sun
(Violence at Hyperion)
Oh man I can’t get enough
My brain was made for the electrical flood
I’ll take as much as you can give me at once man
Break fixtures, break, break fixtures
And bleed the excess
Dead chic in the stench of the avenue
‘Hey man, can I take your picture?’
‘Oh boy, gimme some love
And bless the druggies that sleep in their huggies
All night long’
Oh lord I’m lost in hyper-spacial vision
Don’t look back
Unless you’re hot for bad protection
(Violence at Hyperion)
Oh man I can’t get enough
My brain was made for the electrical flood
I’ll take as much as you can give me at once man
Break fixtures, break, break fixtures
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2. |
Quick...Vogue!
02:08
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Another darling starvling again
Fresh off of pyrrhic love
Tra la la’s got a grip on my head
Face flashing floods
She said everything happens for a reason
Mental masturbation in single sentence treasons
Quick…Vogue! For the providential molecule
Your banal affectations make me wanna puke
They say that love is blind
That must be why all my relationships
Fall off cliffs
It’s evident that something’s died
Our time’s arrived
Animated by a logic of prime
We were seven like the Pleiades
There’s only one who could exact the divide
And execute us so unmercifully
Like some cold order from a god who was dying
She said everything happens for a reason
Mental masturbation in single sentence treasons
Quick…Vogue! For the providential molecule
Your banal affectations make me wanna puke
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You’re so quick to quit
I got you figured out
You’d be the first to die in the zombie ‘pocalypse
‘Pocalypse
In the zombie
In the zombie ‘pocalypse
I have no doubt at all
You’d be the first to croak
Cause you love to spend your time in the shopping mall
Such a joke
One of Bram’s strokes
In the shopping mall
Yea I know that’s Dracula
The pun’s just so spectacular
Get off on throwin’ fits
You must be such a catch
That’s why you’d be the first to die in the ‘pocalypse
‘Pocalypse
In the zombie
In the zombie ‘pocalypse
Your snappy clickin heels
Your finely powdered face
Your taste is just divine
The finest of the zombie bait
Frosted flake
Ditchin all your friends to fuck a Tinder date
Didn’t show
Decided to stay home and choke it all alone
All the questions in the sediment
searchin for a surface gig won’t go away
I see you’ve had enough of it
But when you smoke a cigarette they prod your brain
Diggin deeper and deeper and deeper
Thoughts molested by The Reaper
Maybe I’m just a dick
But I don’t really mind
I blame it on the horoscopic rant you bored me with
‘What’s your sign?’
‘The Exit on the door I think will do just fine’
‘Come again?’
‘With you don’t think I’d hope to even if I tried’
They’d only take a bite
Before they’d realize
That you’re so full of shit they’d lose their zombie appetites
You said I taught you how to love
Have you already forgotten?
How could your brain become infected
when your mind’s already so rotten?
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4. |
ne plus ultra
02:17
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Not concerned to settle for gold
I got other means to address this shakeup
No doubt I risk my wings to burn
I’d rather drown than live just to wake up
At least that’s the plot in my daydream
Until I wake up mise-en-scene with machines
Darkness mood ‘neath cloud heat cover
Auto-da-fe for you eat, pray, lovers
Check your condition
Look down on me if you dare
It’s quite a dizzy view
From my heights of despair
Dancin with my shadow on the rope of Man Ray
Until I wake up droolin in some café
Perpetual tenant to the haunt of existence
Life’s a lease guaranteed for eviction
Doubled over
Impotent scene
The subject of some cruel exquisite corpse’s regime
I know excess as good as any friend
And we torture the night
Til we’ve got every last confession
Oh the beauty when the hour is poor
Cast in the milk of a dream
Lit by the rockets of war
But it’s never never ever never really that simple
How can it be that all my crutches leave me crippled?
I’m Easter and Totem grown a couple of legs
Hopin to dilate the spirit of my superposition
Of waves of love and lines of indifference
The ne plus ultra of a
Contradiction
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5. |
Orogeny of Failure
04:40
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I spend my days perched on a thousand psychic zombie corpses
Each one it bears my name and speaks to me in voices strangely
It takes a toll
(Don’t feed the trolls)
But it’s still a bridge worth crossing
And as for the crowd
I think I understand it now
Successive failures
To find a face in the din of this abortive existence
No hope to pillow the murmuring villainy of lunatic bastard warmth
Chalk fingers with a cave in your pocket
(Ecce Homo)
Nice artifact!
They wanna boil our blood til our ears are whistling
Already have
(‘What’s that’?)
‘Sorry, I wasn’t listening’
And wouldn’t it be nice if some secret agent could
Could actually get things together?
And we could end it religious like
All kneeling with the sky on fire
But the cinema lies
We’re all secret agents man
(That’s a fact)
Promethean Bonds
Vogue extraordinaires under helical contract
And we might be homuncular twinkies
And we might be glamorous vacants
And we might be terminally patient
The Angel’s Share of some epochal spirit
But there’s a view from a mountain of failure
Cardinal powers
Some kind of madness
Genetic orders from the future germ
The subjugation of time as a conscript
And don’t you know I’d love it if
If you could make the climb
And we could
Fuck the empire state of mind
And wouldn’t it be beautiful
If despite their fear magic
We could keep our straight jackets queer
No matter the depth of control
They can’t
They can’t police the beat in my soul
They can’t
They can’t police the beat in my soul…
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6. |
Everybody Loves You
05:12
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Killin time is all the rage
When the hyperreal asylum seekers
Forget your number
Caresses for the blissful faces
Of the glacial insurrection of nothing that plagues us
But boy you ain’t got nothin to fear
You got eternity in front of you
And life is just a few breaths away
And don’t you get it confused because
Everybody loves you
When you’re dead
When you’re dead
When you’re dead
Vibin on some ancient static
Debauched pharaoh’s in the lines
Our petty kingdoms will be meme-fied
Meme-fied
Sendin missives
Puns and kisses to the little star child
Active radio wave punk wake solar transmission
A votive for a demimonde reaching with hands finally untied
The mornin scrapes me just like the street
Ambitions never concrete
It’s just like
Endless bummer
It’s hard enough to stay awake
When our visions of the future seem to
Want to betray us
But girl you’ve yet to even appear
You know your lamps will always bow to you
And life is just a few breaths away
And when the Fates pluck your string you’ll
Finally find your wings again
Everybody needs you
Everybody bleeds you
Boy when you check out
Everybody loves you
Everybody loves you
When you’re dead
(Everybody’s dying to meet you
when you’re six deep under their feet, ooh)
When you’re dead…
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7. |
Technologies of Flower
03:32
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I got your letter
Seems you’ve never felt any better
You say you’ve seen the future and the future looks good
All the lady operators with their reservoirs of bio-pleasure
You say they hoard from you with spiteful minded psycho fetters
They’re out of the picture
And all the spineless pulp prodigies evading capture
Who ripped the ticket to your broken-hearted ego-rapture
They’re probably tortured thinkin ‘what if I’d only got his number?’
How could you be any dumber?
Ahh technologies of flower
Ahh (ma ma ma) mortuary for the hours ever passing by
You’re so ecstatic now that your rubs are automatic
Ohh techno-virgin I think you need to slow down
Gettin swallowed by machines
For plastic pimps in Forbes’ magazine
Makin love in effigy becomin ruled by some phallic crown
From the false heights of post-human maladaption
You’re quite the ugly contraption
And now you’re mired in the static image of perception
The satiety of the screen’s impoverished intuition
Death on credit’s euphemism for the modern amputation
You walked into a web
Spun with wires
Like an insect
Sensing something sour
Like an angel
In Lucy’s finest hour
Like a priest watching his alter boys bow
Never keen to close our eyes
We’ve made an evil of surprises
Why why why?
I tried to tell you baby...
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8. |
Cosmic Gutter Boogie
01:46
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Let’s have a soft cage rage now
For all the space age failures
Do the cosmic gutter boogie yea
In some trashy regalia
Waste some time
Just because
Rearrange the signs
Practice our pyrrhic love
All the kool-aid renegades
Tossin paper grenades were interrupted
All the aliens in my head have been abducted
Time to disintegrate
Let’s forget about amnesia
For the good somnambulists
Performin stellar tragi-comedy
For the daily apocalypse
Kill any dreams of ever bein free
Laugh at all the fiends for reality
All the kool-aid renegades
Tossin paper grenades were interrupted
All the aliens in my head have been abducted
Time to disintegrate
Time to disintegrate
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9. |
Pseudogamy in Athens
03:04
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Winter’s broke
And all the kids are feelin rich
Got time to kill
Got shows to see
And shifts to ditch
Throw away your Vaseline
You don’t need it to scratch your itch
Anymore
Find a girl and roll a join to split
Ohh
Ride down to Buckingham
See the statues
Take a piss
Soak up the sun
And thank the gods we’re not British
Have a smoke
And tell a joke with all your friends
Sing a tune wrote by the Mother-Child
Down in Athens
Pseudogamy
Won’t you be my mommy?
Won’t you be my daddy too?
Star in the Mother-Child
I’m just another child
Tryin to bloom soon
Soon
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