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In the Cosmic Hour
02:53
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The world has changed – well, I don’t like what I’m told
Like a house made of prawns, it will not hold
I couldn’t handle rebellion
Regret, regret, regret
The party wasn’t over when I put myself to bed
I was under the influence of a black static moon
Weird tides waned, the watusi was imminent
I was out of my element, I was feeling inelegant
Never felt so irrelevant, so maligned or malevolent
In the cosmic hour
I didn’t feel so good
I will be good again
The slant rain hates me, punctuates the night
Rage on, right on, rage on, alright!
I was under the influence of something I ate
Screaming “Andale! Andale! Get over it! Over it!”
And to the shock of my companions
I ate the ghost of Marlon Brando
It was too much to handle – this feeling will pass
Like a lit Roman candle – the flame won’t last
In the cosmic hour
I didn’t feel so good
I will be good again
I will be good again
In the cosmic hour
I didn’t feel so good
I will be good again
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Nemesis Please
04:38
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The best way to serve the age is to betray, betray
Betray!
The best way to serve the age is to betray, betray
Part harbinger, part protest singer
I used to practice in the mirror
I used to spew forth from the rooftops
Eat your new-borns and you’ll get slimmer
Yes-a-yes, isn’t it Doomsday yet?
Yes-a-yes, I would assume so yes!
I would say anything for the attention
Beware false prophets – I am one
The best way to serve the age is to betray, betray
My tongue it lingers for water
Pluck it out just for the hell of it
The best way to serve the age is to betray, betray
My god, we hinder and falter
Snuff me out just for the hell of it
The best way to serve the age is to betray, betray
All artists must be well adjusted
Visionaries can’t be trusted
They do what they say, they say how they feel
While eating their succulent Chinese meal
Yes-a-yes 50% or less
Yes-a-yes taken off common sense
I would do anything for the attention
Beware false prophets – I am one
The best way to serve the age is to betray, betray
My tongue it lingers for water
Pluck it out just for the hell of it
I shan’t leave this gilded cage
I shall behave, behave
My god, we hinder and falter
Snuff me out just for the hell of it
The best way to serve the age is to betray, betray
Denounce the father – the warmonger
In his meat suit freshly laundered
Kiss the rictus, tethered monster
You ain’t getting any younger
The best way to serve the age is to betray, betray
My tongue it lingers for water
Pluck it out just for the hell of it
I shan’t leave this gilded cage
I shall behave, behave
My god, we hinder and falter
Snuff me out just for the hell of it
The best way to serve the age is to betray, betray
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They told me fear would set me free
They told me sex would set me free
They told me love would set me free
They told me hate would set me free
They wouldn’t let me write my book
They wouldn’t let me write my...
A fist, a Faust, as feast
Recommended at your leisure
A lease, a louse, at least
We pretend it’s all for pleasure
They wouldn’t let me write my book
They wouldn’t let me write my...
A fist, a Faust, as feast
Recommended at your leisure
A lease, a louse, at least
We pretend it’s all for pleasure
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5. |
Rorschach Rorschach
04:01
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I see a bat, two monks in prayer
A man torn in two and an evil bore
I see a samba dancing crab, the pelt of an animal
Two thumbs up like a double headed caterpillar
A pair of panthers on a coat of arms
The mirrored saxophone – blow that horn
A procession of creatures deep from the sea
I see, I see
Rorschach, Rorschach
I see the Turin Shroud, Kennedy’s brain
The fatal moment in the limousine
Are those my hands the blood of a martyr
A star explodes vagina dentata
An oil spill off the coast of Milwaukee
The clouds align over Nagasaki
Proteinaceous fruit from the cosmic tree
I see, I see
Rorschach, Rorschach
Autopsy of the Mothman
Pattacake, pattacake, pattacake
A game I used to play with my parasitic wombmate
A spillage of mercury on mother’s linoleum
The headless acardius he left no meconium
Goya’s grey trees with their astral jelly
The painted death mask of Liza Minelli
All of those feels that I had to bury
Had to bury
And I buried them deep...
Rorschach, Rorschach
Did, didn’t I, didn’t I, did?....
Rorschach, Rorschach
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