1. |
Tell Me
03:35
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You could be my deep sea guide
when you gonna dive?
I see you on the slip, sea-side
I cannot follow
and I know you know I know you better
oh my lover, wanna push push push the tide
don’t want no one to see, but I see the signs
There’s a demon in the backyard
and the smell of a rain-wet dog
and the Mongols march outside the door when the winds blow hot
And it shows in the way you sell it
in the glow of the way you dare not tell
and it shows in the way you keep me coming
why can’t you tell me
I’m a ceaseless agitator too
honing on a prize
don’t need no rules to feed me, no
but I get it up when you give it up
give it up!
Oh my poor lover
I’m a witness to the flood
it’s peacetime, drink some wine
forget the Ceasar that you are
and I tell you now it ain’t no rumor
I got cous cous and a big ole hookah
And it shows in the way you suffer
and it floats in the air like pouring rain
and it shows in the way you get me high
why can’t you tell me
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2. |
Fissure
03:51
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Cross a watery land, bound to what may
Talk about set-made plans, talk about tomorrow
the head
But in the eaves, I see
don’t pray for me
I’m not what you are here for
do you feel me?
I take you by mouth to your door
and you got a sweet say to mine
I beg to offer a promise that may be unkind
but my ship and country will never be under your sail
you see what you want
If something’s so wrong, cut the heart out
but it could beat anyway
would you fill me if I said I needed comfort, then turned you down
would you kill me if I said I can’t go on
Don’t pray for me
I got something of my own
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3. |
In Case of the Punks
03:53
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You think you’ve gone a distance long
this coarse and crippled age
count back up
Do you want to live just the bit that’s sworn
or near enough
like the victim of some black art
In case of the punks break out your vow
free and rebound, hand on heart to the sound, resounding
And true is true that all things sure
will the picture off, as so many are
can you be bothered to tempt a war
for riches closed up in the dark
and there you are
steeples and arcs in someone’s art
if you want
In case of the punks break out your vow
free and rebound, hand on heart to the sound, astounding
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They gambol around like drunken satellites
carrying pictures so heavy they drop like flies
gazing open wide, dogs in summertime
so bloody tender as they draw battle lines
Totally unshocked by elements obscene
they’re just singing the sweet songs
and everything smells like bread and tastes of honey
they play who’s halos are bigger, they can’t decide
Honey, I don’t know why you wanna carry a picture of a drunken satellite
They don’t know what the fight is for, they don’t know
when the innocents go to war
oh you’re mixed up honey, you don’t know what you got
Kicking around a mixed up scene
thinking who’s in dutch and who’s livin’ on top
nobody needs a thing when it’s aflame, havin’ a good time
set up, set up horizons, set up horizons
territories and lines going out, lines coming in
lines got the best of em
oh time will tell what they’re throwing away
what don’t fit in the picture
forever’s a long long time
Honey, lovers are roomers, they pay as they go
they’re headed to fry like death row killers
they all the same
They don’t know what the fight is for, they don’t know
when the innocents go to war
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5. |
Paen a la Nina
03:57
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I been a lonesome baby
set by my lonesome woes
too out of tongues to speak
you got me you got me
all around all around
I went around your mountain
happily I set myself some fate
I'll crave for my whole life
Another day of the dying
one more and I'll be gone
You got me you got me
And like a rose you're by my wall
ah, but you don't speak and I appear
Are you alone
are you alone my baby, are you alone
hand in mine
you got me, you got me
oh how hard how long how low
but your heart won't find me where your mind won't let me go
You're not for me
I been a lonesome baby
too wicked hurt to speak
cover your hand in mine
rest in my country
I'll rest in your country
you got me you got me
I been a lonesome baby
lost in your country
too out of tongues to speak
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6. |
Eden
03:55
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Never saw a garden free its shadows and its peace
turn from dark to dawn to prison walls at breakneck speeds
To a man, the pathway clouds (we come dancing in the dust)
and who but I, question, do the stars believe in us?
And I knew what we were made for
and the works of his terrible hands
dreaming in half light poems, black hearts within us
I knew what we are made for
and the works of his terrible hands
dreaming in half lights, only waking for love
only waking for love
We shook up the martyrs
and out back the sky burned black
and cheap feelings beamed out like rations of sanctuary
Why do we hate ourselves
beneath this curtain of sleep
when all creation cries out,
“Crush the bitter song of this Earthbound feast”
And I knew what we are made for
and the works of his terrible hands
dreaming in half light, poems and black hearts within us
I knew what we are made for
and the works of his terrible hands
dreaming in half lights, only waking for love
only waking for love
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7. |
Science
01:42
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When woman saw the sky
looked into its blue and black eye
and made the birds sing
fluid lines of passage
quasars, red giants, quarks and symphonies
and the peaches were sweet that summer
Glowfish in the deep ocean
glowfish with their sapphire eyes
that’s what we’re made of
our sinful lives
hallelujah
And the birds sing and grow cold
they see patterns in the sky
glowfish in the deep with their sapphire eyes
they bring the light to their dark world
like quasars, red giants, quarks and symphonies
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8. |
C'mon
04:12
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Ain’t this life good enough
standing orders, watching hours and catching trains
it’s like divine, so out of time
the sun a fearsome veil
Is it the time to tell the truth
no pleasure found
when the strongman hides and the dove’s in the lion’s cage
Are you ready – the night calls out
Come on come on, come on come on, come on come on
How many wrong calls in how many rooms
more than enough, you’d be amazed
and when your mind has got to be somewhere
look in your eyes, you feel your fate
The waters rise, your tracks are gone
Remember the sky and the trees all fall away
Are you ready, are you ready
Come on come on, come on come on, come on come on
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9. |
Veda
03:40
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You talk of the old days like how it could be
I never heard that well or right
to me it comes out like a song or voodoo spell
Veda, straight up
your commotion’s alright
we’re not like the old ones waiting on saviors
and you know that we prayed for this sinful life
somewhere, somehow, something got to me
now the nights are the best times
yeah the nights are the best times
Oh Veda, see out of my eyes
oh Veda
always on your back on a bed of your roses
Veda you’re alone
something’s off key
when you miss your wave every jerkoff and knave
falls under your spell
Veda you’re alright
awake and you’ll see
If you’re looking for a prize, look em in the eye
fuck em for a night, kiss em goodbye
Daddy’s special girl you never will be
and Jesus don’t care cuz he’s not really there
Oh Veda, see out of my eyes
oh Veda
always on your back on a bed of your roses
You keep you on your back in a bed of your roses
It's coming your way, gonna butcher the old days
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Rain
in different colors do I feel
the sound of wind a blaze of violet
that I will make to living
When the birds start singing and all the rocks are ringing like bombs
Read, read the signs
they form a face, a doorway
a slave ship riding clouds
I find them buried under me
War and peace is in my mind
with every line
though I have no one, I will go there
When the rocks start singing and all the bells are ringing like birds
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Marilyn Carino Brooklyn, New York
Marilyn Carino gained notoriety as the singing and songwriting half of Mudville. Her contributions to Mudville's three albums were lauded as "Nina Simone coming back from the dead to front Morcheeba", her unique, moving voice hailed as "fearless", "enchanting" and "otherworldly". She has written, recorded and/or performed with members of R.E.M, David Byrne, and legendary producers Sly and Robbie. ... more
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