1. |
Hank Turns Blue
02:50
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It could be worse boy, others weren’t as lucky as you
Yeah some were stripped and murdered, left like trash on the beach
Beer cans in the surf, fish suck on your bones
Just like deadwood, salt in your blood
It’s better this way
It’s better this way
It’s better this way
It’s better this way
Shake hands with death Hank
Shake hands with death Hank
Shake hands with death Hank
Your strings were rusted, and your collar frayed
Your face aged and lined by the mistakes you made
So roll up your sleeve, the ambulance is coming I do believe
No pain involved, your problem solved
Headlines tomorrow, this is true, in black and white “Hank Turns Blue”
Well it’s better this way
It’s better this way
It’s better this way
It’s better this way
Shake hands with death Hank
Shake hands with death Hank
Shake hands with death Hank
Goodbye Hank Deadwood, Goodbye Hank Deadwood
Goodbye Hank Deadwood
Well your records don’t sell no more, no more
Your records don’t sell no more
Your records don’t sell no more, no more
Your records don’t sell no more
Just one shot of heroin and you won’t feel one damn thing
Well it’s b-b-better this way
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2. |
Chewing The Flesh
02:34
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Drug fiend dreams of a holy fuck
Rolling in canvas, dripping dry
Bloody blue eyes, pink tongue licks lips
One trip dislocates a plastic hip
Chewing the flesh
I had nothing and I called it mine
I’m only held upright by this brittle spine
She’s laughing cold at a broken stick
Black fingernails give a lazy flick
Chewing the flesh
Me I love you but I can’t stand
That all I have and own is lying in my hand
Desire deserts me I drift into despair
And then I cut a lock from her cage of hair
Chewing the flesh
Yeah, chewing the flesh
Yeah, chewing the flesh
Yeah, chewing the flesh
Mastication
Chow, chow ch-ch-ch chow chow
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3. |
Beautiful Monster
04:39
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I called it familiar, I caught its lizard grin
In the heat of its lazy lust I felt the end begin
Its skin is a diamond sweat, its eyes a drowning pool
A split tongue spits, no love, no hate, no pain was ever so cruel
A beautiful monster……
Claws scrape the velvet skin, stripes so red, so white
And now with death behind me, this new skin fits so tight
Animal object of desire stirs amongst the ash
The dirt is cold, the beast is old, fingers scratch the rash
A beautiful monster……
So beautiful
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4. |
Art Ghetto
02:53
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I awoke in the art ghetto, to the stink of unwashed brains
To the brown of blocked drains, to a punctured heap of remains
To a pub in the moslem dome
Approximity of my swamp home
To the shiver of a poster ripped
To enamel numbed and stripped
To enamel numbed and stripped
They hate it but they won’t move, stuck like wax in the Ladbroke groove
Why don’t you go and write a song about it!
A magic hipster and a German punk
Well thumbed lives, a career drunk
I could startle with my suspicion
Get really hateful, a crazy fission
Lead head has finally taken root
A lace creeper crawl in a Western boot
A leather skin keeps out the facts
According to this and according to that
According to this and according to that
They hate it but they won’t move, stuck like wax in the Ladbroke groove
Why don’t you go and write a song about it!
There’s no mystery, don’t both to call
Between the light switch and nightfall
A greasy painting and a cultivated sneer
Broken nose drips in dead flat beer
Cancelled eyes signifies defeat
Stored dreams drag next to buckled feet
Walking commercial, everything must go!
Everything’s cool, come on round for a blow
Everything’s cool, come on round for a blow
They hate it but they won’t move, stuck like wax in the Ladbroke groove
Why don’t you go and write a song about it!
It goes ar-ar-art, ar-ar-art, ar-ar-art, ar-ar-art
It goes art, art, art, art, art, art, art, yeah…….
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5. |
Brian Jones' Bastard Son
03:50
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I’m Brian Jones’ bastard son, the end product of all he’s done
Idiot bastard son of a gun, I’m Brian Jones’ bastard son
I sat and watched the water run, witnessed all the sad sick fun
My mother was a faithless nun, I’m Brian Jones’ bastard son
I never wanna stand alone, you’ll never understand
I never wanna stand alone, you’ll never understand
The pool was glistening in the sun, daddy sank, the others won
He might as well have weighed a ton, I’m Brian Jones’ bastard son
And I never wanna stand alone, you’ll never understand
I never wanna stand alone, you’ll never understand
You’ll never understand
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6. |
Nice People
01:45
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Well someone dies in a crowded street
In a painted desert, bones bleach in the heat
Got blasted by the last train, sticky in my seat
Well it grumbles and roars beneath my feet
The taste of too much fun, the smell of burning meat
Well I’m choking on lies and I’m sick of deceit
Got to walk away, maybe admit defeat
I’m not the kind of people that you wanna meet
Gold dust sticks in the greasy shit
Nice people like us don’t know
Well it’s so hard you might hear, the sound of pain
You can’t record it, cos they’ll say it again
As words gets twisted, it’s gets hard to explain
Doors keep slamming and there’s nothing to gain
In the land of the living, nothing remains
Just a scrap of paper and a big blue stain
Persistence is useless, they’ll just call you insane
Like if what you hear is no sacred claim
Gold dust sticks in the greasy shit
Nice people like us don’t know
I’m not the kind of people that you wanna meet
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7. |
English Disease
02:55
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I’m depressed about the press, too cloudy eyed to read
I’m sitting in a stupor, too idle to even bleed
Half the land half dead on an opiate drug
The other half have to laugh at the one-eyed bug
They go ha, ha, ha, ha
A water hole swings tragic to the fuzz of a dead guitar
Piano’s broken teeth chews glasses at the bar
I think of a drink and watch all the white skin turn green
In the corner that was mine, a boy that fucks the slot machine
Murdered by boredom, frozen by degrees
You’ve got the first symptom, of the English disease
Another soul in torment with another tale to sell
They’re up the creek of no return, there’s no days up in hell
Another weak solution, too thin to even stick
It makes you think, it makes you sad, but it just makes me sick!
And stories just bore me so send me no more books
Give me something I can use and hang up on a hook
I think I’ve got a sex plague, it’s too late to scrub my genes
Incurable, insufferable, I’m somewhere in between
Murdered by boredom, frozen by degrees
You’ve got the first symptom, of the English disease
Now my dreams have all come true, what is there left for me to do?
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8. |
Where The Buffalo Roam
02:47
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Drifted south into petty crime, despatches home from time to time
Rotten teeth, eyesight failing fast, who knows how long this life will last
Bouncing back between pain and sleep
Sucks on a bottle but there’s no relief
Stuck on the wall, a dead pop star smiles
Got lame for fame, crippled by style
Scum mixed with foam, won’t you turn it into a poem
Where the buffalo roam, where the buffalo roam
She married young, got disillusioned quick
And now the nights are torture and the days are sick
Three months gone and filled with dread
She dreams of death and a river bed
Inside a stranger drains her strength
And a calcium leech shortens her length
The water's steaming and the razor’s sharp
She's a pregnant angel with a broken harp
Scum mixed with foam, won’t you turn it into a poem
Where the buffalo roam, where the buffalo roam
They hung on to some shred of pride
When the other emotions shriveled and died
Walking through a crowd asleep
To a shadow that smells of dirty feet
Their world just fell through a hole in a bag
A cold sun shines through a piece of rag
A siren wails and sends a shiver of fear
Now they can’t afford what they hold dear
Scum mixed with foam, won’t you turn it into a poem
Where the buffalo roam, where the buffalo roam
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9. |
Wail
03:01
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My heart’s a pit, with blood it pumps
Twisted out of shape, observe my stump
Pushed by lust, on guilt impaled
Moaning in darkness, I just wail
Wail!
Now I caught the virus and I named it love
I was wrong, it’s just not enough
Meat on a plate, is that piece for sale?
Now I’m cheaper than free, I just wail
Wail!
The storm that boils must appear calm
So I carve L into my arm
A vision of her, sad and pale
And I throw back my head, I just wail
Wail!
I listened to reason and reason lied
I finished the bottle and it gave me pride
I tried treachery but it failed
Now love crucifies me I just wail
Wail!
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10. |
Evil Eye
07:22
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Such an evil eye, it’s such an evil eye!
My evil eye is a cracked-up lens
If I had some you could ask my friends
There’s no percentage in you asking why
I eat what I see through my evil eye
Such an evil eye, it’s such an evil eye!
I sleep in a hole under the sky
I get mistaken for your average guy
Stalk him to his comfortable home
I see it all I see the fire and chrome
Such an evil eye, it’s such an evil eye!
Cold is the hunter, warm is the blade
The ground is hard, so is the spade
We live like garbage, stinking high
Don’t you put no pennies on my evil eye
Such an evil eye, it’s such an evil eye!
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11. |
Illiterati
02:39
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Here where apes in suits hold sway
It’s happy hour and we’re glad to take your green stuff
The gross features of a magazine vendor
Switches to a bleeding straw hat
Disgracefully no lack of conceit
A taxi rank, that’s brandy in the back seat son
Don’t you feel the ebb and flow?
Don’t you feel the ebb and flow?
Don’t you feel the ebb and flow?
Illiterati, illiterati, illiterati, oh yeah
Sucks you in and spits you out
Sucks you in and spits you out
Sucks you in and spits you out
Soon sweat sticks to nylon shirt back
Ratchet heads swivel in unison
I’ve drunk my fill of bitter, bitter
I’ve drunk my fill of bitter, bitter
I’ve drunk my fill of bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter
The shivering dump of a decibel dawn
Illiterati, illiterati, illiterati, oh yeah
He’s prone to drone, but I bet that he means well
He’s prone to drone, but I bet that he means well
He’s prone to drone, prone to drone, prone to drone, but I bet that he means well
He means well
How can you face yourself this way?
How can you face yourself this way?
How can you face yourself this way?
Illiterati, illiterati, illiterati, oh yeah
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12. |
Tight Sleep
01:55
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There’s a noise upstairs, up there in the dark
I miss my heart, I miss my heart, it’s been taken too far
Pinned to the wall but it leaks on the floor
Sticks in my throat like a splintered bone
I flood with rage
The blind won’t see and the lame won’t walk
And sure as hell the dumb won’t talk in my dreams tonight
Collecting pictures of things that distress me
I spat at a priest and he turned and blessed me
To rights
The voice is cracking, the tongue is parched
Body is bloated, covered in flies
With beautiful wings
The blind won’t see and the lame won’t walk
And sure as hell the dumb won’t talk in my dreams tonight
In my dreams tonight
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13. |
Broken Head
01:38
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His glass is empty, but the belly’s full
A big jaw, slackened muscle, will not pull
He turns a corner, a turn for the worst
Talk about a drunk who died of thirst
Not this one!
Crawled into his ear and there it laid its eggs
A mumbled, stumble on three fractured legs
Ah you’re never young with a bleeding lung
The angels swore he never sung
Not that one!
A mass of tape, watch it backwards roll
There’s no such thing as too deep a hole
Well I fall in love and then fall apart
Stitched up tight with a leather heart
Not this one!
Buddy love, sister hate
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14. |
Albino
05:37
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Albino in the road, blind and fumbling
A pink-eyed wonder in voluntary exile
He got a white tap stick
And sunglass eyes
All the ticket reminders
Cartoons on the ceiling
For Albino
I tell you Anglo-Saxon sex is best
It’s cold as a priest’s breath
Cat sees rags piled high
On charity counters
For Albino
(Kill the head and the body will die)
Stale white bread
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15. |
Nicotine Tan
02:34
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Before she killed him, he drew pictures on her skin
His mistake, to shudder and shake
This is the hate they make
Her fake tan, his graveyard breath
Now there’s only lust left
Now there’s only lust left
Kiss the cross around her throat
Blooding is pumping, now hope remote
Lays him out, tender with care
Folds his arms, combs his hair
Takes too much, too much
Takes too much, too much
Like some kinda holy touch
Like some kinda holy touch
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16. |
It Drags On
04:39
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It’s torture for you, it’s too much for me
Still it drags on relentlessly
Now we kick it around, but it won’t kick back
The sky is blue and the sun is black, the sun is black, the sun is black
It drags on, it drags on, forever
Now the pain we inflict is the hate we love
Deny it till there’s nothing left to prove
If I could cut out my heart and eat it cold
I would live forever with this hole, with this hole, with this hole
It drags on, it drags on, forever
Preserve it forever, freeze it on ice
If I could go through it once, then why not twice?
I remember once, I think I once smiled
And then I hung it in a cupboard and after a while, after a while, after a while
It drags on, it drags on, forever
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17. |
Belly Up
01:56
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Made it this far so why stop now?
When everything’s possible but nothing’s allowed
Hate we embrace and love we spurn
The lesson’s simple, you never learn
Once I had visions, once I had hair
I lost them both in this paradise of despair
He opens the door, she closes her eyes
As night winds down deep in her thighs
Turn to god when the end is near
In pain, in bed, in fact in fear
Once I had visions, once I had hair
I lost them both in this paradise of despair
Belly up (in my paradise of despair)
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18. |
Happy Face
04:57
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Well I prayed too much so my knees are sore
A stained glass sunset throws shadows far
But not far enough for my taste
Not dark enough to hide this happy face
Well I looked inside, I don’t like what I see
But once it’s found it can’t be lost again
And I think of the agony, and I think of the waste
Too long spent behind this happy face
Her velvet eyes are bright with pain
I can’t stop myself from twisting a knife
Tattered and torn, whatever happened to this place
Now it’s just a frame for a happy face
Well my shoulder aches but I can see the hill
Now I look down on my empire of sand
I had the world but it slipped through my hands
This field of stone will be my resting place
Finally wiped the smile off this happy face
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