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(0) The Fool
00:53
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That’s all one;
I won’t go there again.
A God who marks the sparrow’s fall
knows where each of us molders.
That’s enough.
Still, I have dreams. [x3]
I have dreams.
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Exolinguist On Planet X
03:35
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I was on the first contact team
The hand of time is kind with me
The biosphere is full of trees
I was the arrowhead
I didn’t used to trust the water
The microflora were ample
The botanists all took samples
I had a tough time with the heat
I felt bad for them;
we were their first friends
They were just another figure
on our visitation list
Subject, object, verb
Eighteen different case endings
Polyphonic tonal shift
Wasn’t easy to codify
The air particles killed our engines
The atmosphere was breathable
The profits inconceivable
Our transmission cut out
This is for the best
Leave them here to rest
We are rich enough in Terras
and I like the view down here
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3. |
A Face Of Burnished Gold
02:43
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Not today, you sermonizing bastard
Not today, not today,
Not today, not today
It’s enough, you penny-ante player,
It’s enough, exit right
It’s my turn, it’s my light
In my hand the quill, the deed in my name
My turn to perish, my halo of flame
In my hand the coin, the scepter, the ring
And my tetanospasmin in the ear of the king
Pack it up, you womanizing sloucher
Pry the boards, pull the drapes,
pack the rapiers and capes
Think of me, you unlanceable boil
Think of me when you wake
from another bad dream
The stage and the arch, the funeral veil
I finally win even when I have failed
All eyes are on me, I cannot be seen
I touch what I will and I look as I please
Are you tired, my blown rose,
of watching your back every day, every night
Of the terror and blight?
Is it hard, you poor devil,
to live with the things you have witnessed and done:
Has it stolen your fun?
(How!) your wife kicks you out of the nuptial bed
(How!) the wicked moon lights on your tormented head
(How!) I hope that it has, that it roils in your gut
(How!) I hope that your friends all think you’ve lost your nut
[Spoken:]
Mooi is het om zoet te zijn,
als een bloesem die haar parfum nalaat
op de handen van de versnipperaar.
Maar al die barmhartigheid heeft één bestemming:
Hetzelfde paradijs dat toegewezen is
aan de lieve labrat.
Leef je bescheiden,
dan word je een povere opgestane.
Een planeet vol tweederangsgoden
paaiend tussen de paardenbloemen.
Ik ken niemand die voor mij een moord zou begaan.
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4. |
So Long, Giovanni
02:57
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You will be dead by the time the sun rises
I’ll be alone with my glass and the view
Up to the end you were full of surprises
Maintenant il faut qu’on se dise ‘adieu’
So long, Giovanni, you should have got better
If I could go just a few months back in time
I think I would leap off the precipice for you
Or cut both our losses and take a boat home
I bought a new shirt yesterday in some boutique
Only because I had none that were clean
I felt you fix the second button for me
Your hands were just where they always had been
So long, Giovanni, you should have got better
If I could go just a few months back in time
I’d stay in New York and I’d turn twenty-seven
And then twenty-eight and at last twenty-nine
I have been pacing for several hours
I don’t know which thought frightens me the most
Je suis totalement perdu, et d’ailleurs:
I could be wasting my thoughts on a ghost
So long, Giovanni, you should have got better
If I could take all of this back, then I would
The woman I love left her nylons on the floor
Each door is open and every room yours
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5. |
Well, Well, Well
02:43
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(I did everything I could
Short of petticoats, short of ‘should’
I did everything I could)
I don’t like to be the martyr
I don’t like to play the game
I don’t know why the right decision’s
Always full of guilt and shame
I hope you notice that she blushes
When you look her in the eye
And that her eyes are green as water,
green as the earth, green as the sky
You daffodil, you filthy crocus
Take your medals, take your gold
With some effort I’ll find a window
Behind which to grow old
You will be her life preserver
Nest egg, and her final hope
So she won’t end up like me:
A dead fish on the shores of home
Why it has to be like this for us
I never will discern
And if you know, you’ll keep it from me:
God help you on the day I learn [x2]
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6. |
Pink House
01:32
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I haven’t slept a wink
I’ve been dreaming
I’m afraid [x2]
Come and find me [x3]
Bring your debts,
Bring the clothes on your back
Bring the shame in your gut
We will sleep on the couch
I don’t care what it costs
If you’ll only come home
Come home
Only come home
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7. |
Salieri
03:54
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It was you, you doltish, coltish thing
The hero of the story
In your mouth a pair of lucky cords
crafted to sing his glory
(Saul, Saul, Saul x2)
It was you who saw the ships to shore
singing the stormy sea
You who turned them all aside
to walk the riverbeds with me
(Saul, Saul, Saul x2)
You came to me in tears, my friend,
you asked ‘what should I do?’
You had no words for all the people
who had hung their hopes on you
(Saul, Saul, Saul x2)
I told you that your gift was yours
I said it was enough
You can’t pour from an empty cup
Your eyes were red, your hands were rough
(Saul, Saul, Saul x2)
Neither of us would sleep at night:
you’d wake us with your thrashing
All your dreams were full of people
tugging on your clothes, chanting:
(Saul, Saul, Saul x2)
Well, I knew I had to free you,
so I wore my blackest glove
They’ll call it a betrayal,
but it was an act of love
(Saul, Saul, Saul x2)
And when the snakebite came at last,
both of us were relieved
I’d spent too many moonless nights
wearing you on my sleeve
(Saul, Saul, Saul x2)
Well, I don’t know where you found the gall
To look so damn surprised
I will not change the ending
I can only swap the words around
(Saul, Saul, Saul x2)
And while I tell it, you are trapped
A snow-globe groom inside it all
Until the end of fucking time,
until my final petal falls, it’s
(Saul, Saul, Saul x4)
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8. |
The Negation
01:33
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I’ll sleep in every garden,
I’ll marry every ugly sister,
I’ll spend days and nights by candlelight
In the throes of quiet yearning
If you have something that’s touched his skin
and taken on his sexy chagrin
I’ll pay whatever price you give
To hold it in my hands
I’m following the paper trail
of a man who dealt in sighs and wails
Whose only living monuments
are grandfathers and hags
Be that the case, and all the same,
I will give chase, I will take names
As no one knows a poet
like his final grieving fan.
(We’ll have tea when the rapture comes x4)
I’ve blown most of my fortune
But you just can’t price the feeling
of repenting for a hundred miles,
the brambles in my knees
If I could only make you see
what happened between you and me
when I found the little loops
you used to fashion from your ‘G’s!
So just imagine my dismay
when Mother Nature scored away
the final proof that you and I
were always meant to click
And I have had to face the fact
that we don’t have a secret pact
And if I’d ever met you,
then I’d think you were a prick.
(We’ll have tea when the rapture comes x4)
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Tiny Room Records Utrecht, Netherlands
Tiny Room Records is a Dutch record label for underground artists, with a focus on experimental indie rock, lo-fi, noise, ambient, folk, slowcore, shoegaze, etc.
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