1. |
Farewell to Harlem
02:00
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After our adventures in Harlem
We'll burn a couple of stakes
And go down to Niagara Falls
And think about hitting the rocks
We can cruise down to El Paso
Where the devil doesn't wait
Around for anyone to recognise his name
Once when I was younger
My friend offered me some hard shit
And I was stupid enough to try it
But at least I didn't get hooked
And at least I don't live in Harlem
At least I don't live under a rock
Lately all I've been thinking about
Is everything I that I got
But that doesn't really matter
When they're coming for you
With the helicopters roaring
And the bird's eye view
I guess that's just a g thing
Peeking out your windows at night
Waiting for someone to cap ya
That's that shit that I don't live
But I don't want to go back to Harlem
But you know that I still got that love
For the boys in the hood make it rain if you could
Another day fighting the strug
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2. |
Dramamine
03:44
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Two handfuls of pills
Two beers to drown it out
A mile in the sky
Is a long way down
Trying not to think about it
Trying not to think about it
Trying not to think at all
But when my body bursts open
Your name comes pouring out
Cocktail catch
Your hook caught in my jaw
I have got no air breathe
Till you let my body fall
Swimming in the ocean
I am swimming in the ocean
I am swimming in the lonely sea
I cannot feel anything
But this wound you've given me
Make the most of all this drama
Blurry vision, diorama
Sanctifying silence, endless sleep
Synesthete, echoes of our dreams
Midnight euthanasia
Daylight remedy
Shrapnel blur, those voices are not there
I have told them everything
But they didn't seem to care
If you are always right I guess
If you are always right I guess
That I was always wrong
Tell me truths of tell me lies
But don't tell me I belong
Spent two months slipping into decay
I have forgotten who I am
Can you tell me my name
Cause I'm trying not to think about it
Trying not to think about it
Trying not to think at all
But when my bloody mouth pours open
Your name comes pouring out
Synesthete, echoes of our dreams
Midnight euthanasia
Daylight remedy
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3. |
Hitchhiker's Song
03:42
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On the side of the road
Our story unfolds
I waited with you for the sunrise
You closed your eyes
To the smog in the sky
And stepped out into the unknown
And I'm just a refugee caught by the collar
Of a war no one understands
I'm always riding at night in a caravan
Constantly holding my breath
And the guards of your palace
Treat me so callous
But only because they're afraid
To say what they mean
And mean what they say
They sleep with their daggers
Sharp in their brains
And wait for some merciful fürher to say
They're free from this final solution
And you're just a vagabond trading epiphanies
For words that could never be true
Freebasing mislocated signifiers
But you still haven't got a clue
Of the languages that two bodies could make
Once we give up all our fickle words
How the gesture of everything we create
Is scattered all over the world
And my breath was an avalanche
That covered you up
So now everyone can see
You huddled for warmth
In the cocoon you formed
As elusive as epiphany
All my idiot songs
Always get it wrong
But your ballads seem to suffice
They tell me the truth
Even though it's not the truth that you had in mind
So you can throw your hands up in the air and scream
You're on a merry-go-round
And if you ever fall I'll come running I'll pick you
Right up there from off the ground
These scabs on your knees
They won't mean a thing
This love it was never a threat
You're my collapsing daydream
And I'm always waiting
Till my lungs explode
Or finally forget
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4. |
Positively 13th Street
03:46
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This song's for everyone
Who left me high and dry
And everything I noticed
When I opened my third eye
Everything I believe
Could make a mess of me
But never mind the signifier lies
And we're counting down the hours of the day
Chasing love from which we've been estranged
How long to Poughkeepsie, Elanor?
I can't shake the feeling that I've been here before
Like a re-run, I know how it ends
It's your disappearing miracle again
It's my meditation, revelation, fear
It's my absent god, my christening veneer
It's abhorrent human sacrifice
An angel's lingering insight
It's snow fall on the first day of the year
And we're counting down the decades as they pass
Laughing at the drunks who fill our glass
How long until DC, Eleanor?
The politicians congregrate
They pound the drums of war
A recurring dream, it doesn't start or end
And in the morning I wake frightened in my bed
I testify oblivion and love
I waste myself with wounded confession
How long until Texas, Eleanor?
I can't shake the feeling
That I've been here before
They tell me it's all the same in the end
You can leave it just as quick as it began
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5. |
The Bootstrap Paradox
03:36
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A spiral made of thread
A cold chameleon
Is simple as the joy you hunt in sorrow
I will mould the clay of my tomorrow
I know that it is delicate as glass
Twist in dimensions
They're never ending
Eclipse in the paradox blues
Wander through every which use
With all your subtlety shaken loose
Silence is another word for peace
Tonight I dream when everyone's deceased
The skeletons all run and play
Never stop to dream away
All that they knew as their life
A nightmare in my head
Has got me cold again
Sweating out my sickness in the dawn
Crying with my three chords on the lawn
I know my life is already half gone
So I aim for the fences
Writhe through dimensions
Of lifetimes that resemble mine
Unfathomable litanies of time
They all tell me to stand in line
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6. |
Amnesia Song
03:10
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You gave up your history
For a turpentine memory
You said don't let me see you around here again
Then you hung up the phone
Never felt so alone
And stumbled back to the black hole
Of your bed
I was trapped in the closet of discourse and diction
Debating perceptions about premise and canon
Seldom succinct, and rarely reflexive
I was shovelling coal down a chute into my lungs
I was staring at pictures of repeating patterns
That you wore on your fingers with their bone chilling tremble
Never caught on the hook of nobody's love
Sleep every night with the snakes and the bugs
Veer off the rails
You're fucking sent from above to the ground
An electrified pattern
An abstraction you gathered
That could testify to the burdens that clog up your brain
And the girl that you left in your wake
Confided in me yesterday
Most of the time you would find her
In the bathroom of a broken motel
Where the men always leave
After they take their share
They would board it up and light it straight to hell
You yelled into your pillow
Climbed out of the window
Your bare feet on the lawn
But you never saw no one
The crystalline sky
Could never deny
The weight of your injustice
Always one at a time
Thanks for stopping by
We'll meet again
In this life or the next
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D.M. Rice England, UK
Founder of Holy Island Records, a DIY label based in the UK––inspired by the beauty of its namesake.
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