1. |
Dark Circles
03:34
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A naked kid is singing
Up on the stage
He’s covered in paint and he’s barking about the human plague
I walk over to the bar
And I take a seat
Misanthropy can be so grating without a drink
Then I see you coming
Though a haze of sewer steam
Neon glowing in the night
Red words: Red Tide
Shining in your eyes
You come out of the cold
The cold follows you in
I’ve been waiting for an hour now but who’s counting
Lips mouthing hello
Dark circles ‘round your eyes
You sit down and I tuck my hand between your thighs
Tell me more about your hometown
The restaurants where you worked
The amusement park on the haunted lot
Your art friends who sucked each other off
For the rich man on the hill
Buying meth from the Doe Eyed Girl
Skinny-dipping in the desert heat
Coyote choirs howling from their traps
Your first love who got cut in half
From falling on the tracks
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2. |
Doe-Eyed Girl
03:52
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Way back, when Elsa was a little girl
She saw a deer in her yard
And she went over to take a peek
She waved at it through the glass
A gunshot cracked
And steaming blood fanned out around its kicking feet
Dead eyes staring
Dead eyes staring
Now she’s all grown, big-boned, and sweet
Dancing to her records late at night
When there’s no one around who might
Hear her as she tries to sing
Fly strips along the walls
She twirls through the halls of buzzing wings
She puts on the clothes she likes to sleep in
Leaves the hall lights on bright
And falls nervous into dreaming
Cause she knows what she’ll find
Staring back all blank and dead
She takes a hit and slides out of bed
You said Jack’s handsome and he’s dumb
Drinks at your father’s bar with all the scum
Till his flushed face goes slack
He’s new in town. Came one night when it was raining
Bag full of blank notebooks on his back
And he’s always complaining
Yeah he knows he’s a poet just uninspired
Says it’s his muse who is a fucking hack
Says the bitch must be sleeping on the job
Like some lazy god-slob
Don’t give a shit about her little Jack
He whistles for another round
Elsa’s walking down the street
Jack sees her through the glass and winks
Elsa smiles back from the crosswalk
Brakes squealing and screeching
Jack runs to the Cadillac
Sees Elsa gurgling beneath it
Her eyes stare dead-blank
Rolling round in her twitching head
Like a dumb animal he thinks
And the beauty overwhelms him
He writes and writes and writes
He writes and writes and writes
He writes a title on the page
“Doe-Eyed Girl” it says
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3. |
José Tries to Leave
03:57
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Night’s changing
Spiders seem to levitate in headlights
While deer hide dumb in the bushes
And three snakes hang from the branches of a small tree
In front of her house where he’s climbing out of her room
José looks back through the window
She’s tangled up in the sheets and she’s smiling sweet
Talking softly in her sleep
He hops down to the driveway
Stumbles to his car parked down the street
And he turns the key
The church looms on the horizon
Like the dried up husk of some ancient bug
Legs scratching at the rising sun
Inside he gathers his things
‘Round the scattered bodies of his passed out friends
In a drunken spin
Jimmy yawns and says, “Hey what’s goin on?”
“Shadows just seem darker these days.” Says José
“Anyway, I’m gonna catch a train.”
José waits by the tracks
Sunrise puts a squint in his eyes
And it seems like there’s
So many little creatures scurrying around that he can’t see
The train comes and he starts running
He jumps for it and he slips
She wakes up and she sees his gone
Just like she expected
But she hoped she’d be wrong
Thought this morning
She could try it on top
“Never get old where you were young.”
He said while she was nodding off
He’s kind of strange she thinks
Yeah but so is love
The kids in the church start to stir,
As light pours in through the holes in the walls,
Wondering if José is gone
“No one ever really leaves.”
Jimmy says through a cloud of smoke
“Where would he go anyway?”
The sun is up and the birds are pecking
Pecking at something lying in the dirt
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4. |
Night's Changing
02:02
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5. |
Monument
03:48
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I’ve seen you before
In a wet dream or a vision
You were knocking on my door
Looking for something you were missing
You know exactly who I am
I own this stretch of barren land
This painting on a motel wall
This problem that we’re gonna solve
See if you help me, well
I can give you anything
I’ll give you anything
I’ll give you anything
I know it’s freedom you desire
But you reek of religion
Maybe it’s that church that caught on fire
Where all you punk kids are livin’
These boring monuments
All shining and white
In honor of boring men
Like those poor bastards from the mine
Let’s make something huge and full of rust
Rebar ‘round my handsome bust
Broken glass like jagged flowers
Climbing up a twisting tower
Yeah I want to see its shadow on everything
Shadow on everything
Shadow on everything
We’ll slip dynamite in the suits
Of the people in the museum
Or we could wall them all inside
And turn it into a mausoleum
I’ll come find you in the night
You know, I can see perfectly in the dark
Its just when the sun hits
I cant see anything
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Stomps her shadow to the sidewalk
In the cigarettes and ash
Kicks her shadow through the tall grass
In the fallen nests and trash
Her shadow walks behind her
Follows her into a cab
And she holds it underwater
Picking at it like a scab
I kiss her in the stairway
Shadow spilling down the steps
Run my fingers through her blonde hair
Must have dyed it while I slept
I stumble home and turn the lights on
Watch it scurry between her knees
And I see it when she’s talking
Hear it changing how she speaks
Out west shadows are squirming
In hot cars and dry riverbeds
Writhing on an ugly statue
Shattered stained glass ‘round its head
Jack’s smiling in the dark now
Writing things that he can’t see
And the words that he can’t read
Say “The Door Between Her Teeth”
The old man’s in his mansion
On his hill filed up with bones
Sees his shadow stretching over town
Rolls his eyes back and moans
José rots in pieces
Between three Chokecherry trees
Their shadows interlock like fingers
On a grave littered with forties
Their shadows interlocked like fingers
Making sure he’ll never leave
Their shadows interlocked like fingers
Making sure he’ll never leave
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7. |
Human Hair
01:20
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8. |
Steel Dust Ocean
02:57
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We’re sneaking through the night
And there’s no talking
In this dream I hear a bell
As we take the driveway around the hill
And we keep walking
I see you in moon patches
Wading naked in the lake
I feel the old man watching, but I
Keep going anyway
You’re struggling through the waves now
In slow motion
And I see you as a little calf
With a lasso round your neck
In the Steel Dust Ocean
And I know you’re leaving
I see the change in your face
And I want to go with you, but I know
I’ll be alone any place
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9. |
Sunbleached Skulls
02:55
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Watch you sleep on a black towel in the sand
In the foam of dead jellyfish and crushed beer cans
Sucking flies in your mouth
Then you breathe them out
Just to suck them back in again
I look at the stubble on your sunburned scalp
Think about how it scratches on my neck and lips
Wonder why you grew your hair out long
And then you dyed it blonde
Just to shave it all off again
In the space between your teeth
There’s a doorway to the desert
Where you breathe sandstorms to life
Howling through broken mines
And the hollows of sun bleached skulls
You look up at me through the sun
Tell me ‘bout some dream you’ve just awoken from
Where I died shirtless in the street
Pants tangled round my feet
Waving a bottle at you like a gun
And you’re face is the same
As when you found that picture of her in my desk
All blonde locks and naked flesh
Back then you didn’t say a word
Just chirped sad as a lost bird
And then you dropped it back into the mess
Your mouth open wide
Just like your grandma’s when she died
And you sigh with a moan
Breathing life into snakeskins and dried up bones
Something washes up onto the beach
Yeah it's half eaten but it's still movin'
You reach out and grab my hand,
We watch it struggle in the sand
And all the seagulls start to sing
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10. |
Wild Fires
02:54
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I woke up today
I woke up today and I saw you
Woke up and I saw you
Stuffing leaves in your mouth
You were mumbling something
About wild fires
And how they sound
Come inside
Come inside
I woke up today and I saw you
Woke up and I saw you
Digging a hole in the ground
You were down on your hands and knees
Forming all the dirt into a mound
On top you made a house of sticks
Round a fat tick plucked from your scalp
Come inside
Come inside
It’s too cold out there
Come back to bed
I woke up last night and I saw you
Standing out in the moonlight
Tying a noose with a vine
I said mostly to myself,
“Is that thing for you or is it mine?”
“It’s too cold out there.
Come back inside the bedroom.”
You said, “It’s colder next to you.”
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11. |
Backyard
04:16
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We’re at some late night art gallery
A 50’s living room is nailed to the ceiling
You look pretty and sweet with red wine on your teeth
But I can’t shake this feeling
Like I’m capsized and kicking
We’re the last ones here and people start to clean
Nagging tired and slow like blood drunk little sand fleas
And I shake you awake and say where to next
Cause with the morning you leave
You say, “I think Red Tide might still be open.”
And I say, “When you’re gone how you planning on coping?”
I will pretend that you’re dead
And I’ll take what you left in my head
To the backyard and fill it with flowers instead
A bell’s ringing somewhere near the beach
It’s bright and shrill and it’s louder than it should be
I wonder if you’ll hear it tomorrow night
When everyone is sleeping
I rest my head on your shoulder
“What’re you gonna do when I get back home and she wants you to hold her?”
I will pretend that you’re dead
And I’ll take what you left in my head
To the backyard and fill it with flowers instead
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12. |
Back Home
03:11
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Creatures drag themselves on wet ground
Headed towards their burial ground
Years of climbing, years of dying
On the bones of ancient giants
And a hill forms from the death-sludge
Growing tall out of the hot mud
Then it hardens and it cools
A rich man settles down and digs a swimming pool
Sculptures hold up a six-column portico
Priceless paintings nailed to trees
Cadillacs lined up like cavalry
And in the basement everything is painted red
Except the black disco balls
And the mirrors that line the halls
And out back there’s a man-made lake
With daybeds and tire swings
The town kids smoke meth and drink
Behind the scrap metal heap
The guesthouse lies hidden...
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