01. the dungeon dance Open the window I'm always looking for something outside now close the curtain Will you dance with me-- the kind of dance in the iron shoes into the dungeon? ? ...it's raining poison rain on me And in the blackness Iím always looking for something to see, But I am the darkness. Thereís too much darkness in me. These two stars above have taken your name Christened by me. Öitís raining on the poison sea. One star is Hate, and the other is Love, One is Sadness, one is Misery. Will you dance with me, On top of an airplane in the midnight sky, To two star symphony? 02. poison moon Curious moon, shine tonight Make this dark world of truths bright. The schizoid sons and the sluts live on, And on, to find their coffins Ignorance has got us down, So far that we smother in the underground Because we want to. The Idiots have no name, but we have troubles, We have love just the same as all of you doÖ Canít you see the Poison Moon? Itís calling to you, calling to you. The idiots are in a line marching under the moon. Do you have to live in a world of nails, And leave your soul in an empty pail? Donít talk to me about the end, Iíve seen the bomb, itís been my best friend Misery has got us down, So far we struggle in the underground, Because we want to. See the child loose his mind? Its funny how heís struggling to show a sign. He must be lying! Canít you see the Poison Moon? Itís calling to you, calling to you. The miserable are in a line, marching under the moon. 03. i fire myself I fire myself 10 times a day I throw myself in a watery grave With 14 horses on top of my head I hear the voice again and again. I walk through the everlasting pit By the mountain of fire and the fountain of spit The pilgrims beside me just talk, talk, talk I am the goblin and the mangled hawk. A demon lured me into his bed Where I fell into a poisoned sleep. I dreamed of a river of ants inside me And they were sad and starting to bleed. In the dawn the demon spoke In the saddest voice, in the saddest voice, he said, ìCan you see love through a telescope? The end of fear, and beginning of hope?î 04. the bell On my 26th day of being alone, I Hung out of the window by the telephone. I heard the Tress calling out your name, And I wondered in the forest of becoming insane. In what is write and what is rong There will always be week and always be strong Dona nobis dona nobis pachem, Does the Bell ring for one of them? And Why does it toll in this Time Of Need? Can I smash phone and go back to sleepÖ To swim in the ocean of the peoples tears, That was made for us over a million years? We wonder through the fields of insufferable weeds, And we watch for the people coming out to feed. They feed on rocks, they feed on blood, But only the strong have on love. Between what is short and what is l o n g There will always be week and always be strong, There will always be strong in every thing, Always an end and a beginning. 05. painted horses All the painted horsesÖ Never cry I want to fly on one of them in the sky Please rescue me but beware I live with the ravens in the airÖ Donít despair! All the painted horsesÖ Never die I want to fly on one of them in the sky Please kill me with your song Iím already dead it shouldnít take too long: A mysterious friend and I Dove into the sea of wine He made a really good case against me: ìWhy go on?î 06. the hourglass Canít you see the painted roses on the table, Sitting in a vase that is cracked in half? Canít you Hear the birds calling from inside of the ancient Forest of delight? I do not want to fight, work, Or remember how we did not get along, How I could not get alongÖ Canít you see the painted roses on the table, Sitting in a vase that is filled with tears? Canít you see the minutes eaten by the Insect-waisted figure of the hour glass? Iíve given you my last bowl of understanding, To watched it speared like a carcass On a knife. This is the knife of life, work, and Independence, we are only free at night, But that is when we sleep. 07. 13 bees Each of these three leaves times six bees, alone and afraid making their way down dark highways none having lived in the shade I want you to do what you do, A mysterious wish in a dirty roomÖ Each of these three tress times Six clouds, dark and gray Opening fear and flowers None having lived through a day 14 bees are born today they sail in a ship on a darkening wave when I met you I came out of my cave 13 bees have died today 14 bees were born today you started to shake and I turned away they looked at you with x-rays 13 bees have died today. 08. the golden fruit As I rode out one winterís day Through the silver birches I spied a lady in a silver dress And I heard her whisper We got a plan and weíre gonna do bad We got a plan and weíre gonna do bad Got a plan, gonna make them mad As I rode down to the dock one day At the riverís edge I spied a ship filled with young girls The wind brought what they said We got a plan and weíre gonna do bad We got a plan and weíre gonna do bad Got a plan, gonna make them mad As I rode through the woods one day I spied a golden apple The darkest puppet appeared to me And said there would be trouble Cause weíve been aching for oh so long And weíve been trying for oh so long And weíve been aching for oh so long We got a plan and weíre gonna do bad We got a plan and weíre gonna do bad Got a plan, gonna make them mad 09. whisper from the tree (instrumental) 10. 1542 I watched your fatherís house From 1542 You watched me on the couch Knocked out by the blues Your friend was a louse But I tried to make him see The devil inside me and the song of the bee Way down below You played the fender Rhodes How was supposed to know that you did not even like me? These polaroids are black but in them you can see Thereís nothing inside you and nothing in me The radio played on while no one was home There were fires everywhere And leaves on the stairs The engine arrived at your Florida motel For a 100 dead souls that couldnít be found at all Out on the lawn I stood by the pool Your house was just as tall The needle and the jewel 11. valley of one thousand perfumes Why canít you see that the best part of me Is a rock in a hole after the III world war? But you are sadder than the setting sun And more beautiful than anyone Tell me when the fullest moon is due, And I will go swimming in you. When our cup runs over with rain, We will go insane Donít give yourself away There are too many others in pain. The peacock is bigger than the bumble bee I see the color of his feathers on the shining sea. Donít you know how much you mean to me? It makes me want to kill myself peacefully. I walk in your valley of 1,000 perfumes, I sing to your flower of perpetual bloom, But, today our Music doesnít have enough style Weíre going to run to the country from a suicide. All I ever wanted was to talk to you, Itís all I still want to do. 12. tiger rising On the first day of independence I walked out on to the street And there was a desert For as far as I could see. On the second day of understanding I turned into a tree And I called out But no one could hear me. If you get the feeling that you canít go on Know I will be signing this song by you In that horrible place By the light on the Demonís face. Will we form our own constellation, The Tiger rising in the skyó The strength of ages, The will not to die Or has this illness gotten you, Will it kill you this time? I saw you dive head first Into a shallow pool of wine. We ride on the waves of a furious sea, We suffer into eternity We climb the mountains of misery Surrounding you, surrounding me. 13. an deluzion (instrumental) 14. the fox and the hound We were born in this life, we will do what we can, Count the ticking of clocks, count the grains of sand. Who told you you can? You can not Follow the hounds, and run from the fox. We will never forget how to be in pain, How to get lost in a room, how to drown in the rain. Who told you I care? I do not Follow the hounds or follow the fox. 15. rider on the stormy sea Youíre a rider on the stormy sea, What do you get for curiosity? I am the girl with the feather heart That the birds flew down and pecked apart. The turning of the young mans head Is a mystery thatís unsolvable-- The feelings come, the feelings go, In a universe that nobody knows. The saddest soul I ever saw Was my best friend, was my best friend With the eyes of the ancient cat. I see 44 mysteries in that. The turning of the young mans head is A mystery thatís unsolvable-- The color of the robins egg, And the stars that dawn every day. (credits: Lesley Johnson) |
