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Where the fire is
I cannot say
I just fling things into the smoke
It takes a lot of money
It takes a lot of time
Together we stand, see the whole plan!
April's glitter rose up with glory
Felt its shining tail on my back
As it plowed
The earth
I see something else
In that print
Behind the title and the names
Though they said "it's nothing
But a corroded bill"
They've made it look pristine again
All them words have been floating
Kept in layers of toxic air
"Bring not
The war to an end"
From the circle no news has come
I guess the thing is just decaying
The poor little things they offered
Stay all in the casket of the day
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Cut off yourself a piece of you
- Oh you, meandering you -
do it according to no reason
to no vision
to no book
We are all pissing in a pool
- it sounds cryptic and cruel -
Who keeps reading all that shit
the stories and the myths
in the music magazines?
- let's meet beneath the loudspeakers
- we are here -
we yell
Follow me upon the train
Follow me upon the bus
Who gave the plans to the agents?
Who revealed your faces
and served those on a tin plate?
Warm up the voice before the talk
Please, do that trick with the phone
I put a finger on your pulse
eyes on the clock
I serenade you by the metronome
- let's meet beneath the loudspeakers
- we are here! -
we yell.
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Metallic Tape
03:43
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I'm on a metallic tape
over a deep gap
between the isle and the coast
It's just been put on paper
that I am a soldier
from a cold planet
my heraldic stuff
is both masculine and feminine
I slew the dragon
since my armor resisted its breath
I walked into darkness
when you son were the only light
no erotic moon nor streetlamps
nor Bengal lights up above
blue was the world
when my hand dropped down into the other hand
and the great troubadour waited
on each and every word
If I look down
at the metallic tape
in which I am reflected all the time
If I look down I see my cunt
where harpies nested all around
many years ago
I was young then
and had no confidence at all
look, look at this!
This letter proves, dear people in the tent
the amount of electricity I spent
on each and everyone of you.
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4. |
Reciting the Verse
03:01
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I look desperately at my own mouth
This is really too frail to empty
Now those words sound like someone else's
Like sequins glued with spit upon the arms
I've always been a huge fan of the riddle
I expressed gratitude to myself for that
I like to dress like the night at night
I am nude in the labyrinth
I am reciting this verse
loud
then quiet
solo
I pinpointed it on the diagram
though I find myself in thought
As we still walk through its litter
and, at times, converge into its place
I am reciting this verse
loud
then quiet
solo.
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Punches and Kicks
04:32
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I'd draw the going down
I dreamt I saw it first
I dreamt you entered the room
preceded by a book
which someone had once looked at
and sighed
The rhyme they intone
The italian epic loop
electric hare, it wakes me up
it makes me think of you
when you went peripheral through and through
and tinnitus arose
Its birth
is punches and kicks
there, just a step out
of the light cone
of the neon
I fall in a stunt
I failed a somersault
I am the unidentified animal
that drones over the shed
while you sleep and the night voids your head
of time
Its birth
is punches and kicks
there, just a step out
of the light cone
of the neon.
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We jumped down into a quarry
at the very end
- They made streets and buildings with that
- I ain't been compelled to come here
and we, what've we dug this hole for? -
I remember the blast
the big ball of dust
we settled down, we declared our citizenship
but by the end of the day
our eyes were opaque
ideas looked so old
At this moment
I guess that I miss you.
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The Tragedian
05:27
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In the dim light the filter does
plaster dust falls about
I show them the key
then I just swallow it
A bass drum keeps rumbling
deceiving their nerves
- this is not what it seems -
An imaginary cigarette
the hole in the eye
its door is shut to nobody
My hair and all my teeth
yes, I painted it
I put oil
and pigments on the brush
I like glitter myself
I am the tragedian
I adopt any idiom
I am jeering at people tonight
'cause they talk too loud
I take them to the celebrity's tomb
and tell it like it is
- you can't have it
- you can't have it
you can have photos of the building
but you can never get in
Even the old sayings in your mouth
only gather punks around you
I like my name as it sounds
like Mephistopheles
Mephistopheles
Mephistopheles
Mephistopheles
Mephistopheles.
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Vehicles
02:53
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Pieces of a youth-less body in a jar
Pages of abused painters' diaries on fire
Singles, couples and groups in a pic
They stay with me
They'd never blow themselves in a torch
Nor would they tear a statue down
They sleep and dream in the traffic jam
Into contorted vehicles
I offered you a cut up tendency
And some other useful tools
And you, my friend, gave me big ideas
You troubled mover in the movement
Beware of the mythomaniac's roar
Beware of the vampire weeping against the door
You'd better glance not through her diary
That it's not poetry.
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