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Cardinal Points
03:07
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I guess it's plausible apostasy
You know how much you mean to me
So you're proud of your mouth
Sold out poems from the south
You surprised me with your symmetry
Your Roman rings, your tyranny
You rambled back and forth
'Bout some future furies from the north
Cardinal points
Appear before
The silver scenes
That we adore
They found us in a gilded bed
Where we mostly drank and read
We could sin, we could talk
And wish away the winter hawks
Beneath the blessed scenery
You conjured all your warmth for me
And so illuminated love
Fell like fever from above
Cardinal points
Appear before
The silver scenes
That we adore
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She was spooky, stony, barely over 30
She decided it was time to make a run
It was time to put down every revelry that she found
And go back home to Wilmington
"Nothing is rare anymore", she said
Not the singers nor the sounds,
The secret kids, the coral clouds
Not the harsher angels hunting overhead
Nor the pages that the Magus might've read
Stop singing about the slipstream
If you don't know what it means
You don't have seem so hollow
You don't have seem so lean
Give up on Mercury now
Give up the girls and Apollo
You know my ghost, anyhow
Untrained, but ready to follow
I played bass in the Lemonheads toward the end
Before the 90's devoured us and then
No one remembered it was me, I played a Gibson EB3
I was 19 or 20, softly shadowed, almost free
I miss the sighs of the masterpiece
And the thighs of the Vicar's niece
I found peace, it was lush,
I found the sound I found the Crush
I found the sound I found the Crush
I found the sound I found the Crush
I found the sound I found the Crush
There are no pardons for the damned
The turning road, the silver sand
The hopeless sprawl, your famous friends
The wintry sun that soon will end
We were wasted, we were warned
We were vague and poorly formed
We were soft, don't rub it in
Almost lost, don't rub it in
Give up on Mercury now
Give up the girls and Apollo
You know my ghost, anyhow
Untrained, but ready to follow
She was spooky, stony, barely over 30
She allowed herself to dream of the crusade
To lay waste to the city streets, and collapse every county seat
And depart from the apartments of the easily laid
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3. |
I Am A Bad Dreamer
06:08
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I dreamt I found us both again
You were sunburned brown, you were still my friend
But now you are a seeker
And I am older, I am a bad dreamer
I was dreaming of your love, I guess
You were groping me, you were getting dressed
I was carnal, I was careful
When you came to me and gave to me my evils
And our ears returned too soon
to the Foghorns and to Supermoon
We were far too tense to listen
We were drunk on wine when our throats began to glisten
I need you to be good to me
Like the sibyls of antiquity
At least while we are sober
If you conjure me then maybe I'll come over
We had sin to see us through that Spring
We gladly gave ourselves unto these things
What solemn chords, what solemn sound?
Could reach our ears and turn this ark around?
I dreamt I found us both again
You were sunburned brown, you were still my friend
But now you are a seeker
And I am older, I am a bad dreamer
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Spanish Accusations
03:33
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Don’t tell me that you were never in Spain
Don’t tell me that you were never in Spain
‘Cause I saw you there
You were standing where
The sunshine scours every angry hour
You were in Spain
No ocean will surround me
Like a patron saint, illuminati
I need protection from the sun
You’re not fooling anyone
You walked in Spain
Don’t tell me that you were never in Spain
Don’t tell me that you were never in Spain
We were suffering
Through that bestial Spring
When summer came, you forgot your pain
You sailed to Spain
Neither slow nor fast
The wind dissolves the one
And it falls apart
At the point you’re having fun
You were young, you were gifted
But your youthful years have lifted
Love it to death my dear
Love it to death my dear
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5. |
Minmae Shall Be Revealed
03:18
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You make drowsy magic unlike other girls
You look tigerish beneath those Manichean curls
You wield your wand, you lord your looks
Your leave out your yellowed New Directions books
A sword, a shield
Minmae shall be revealed
We were sad, we were tough, but we liked that stuff
We could never find ourselves in bed enough
You had your fill of the world at will
You linger on Delancey even still
And Dermond field
Minmae shall be revealed
We were kissing on the summer lawn
And you went hissing in the winter calm
You became a cat, and I loved you for that
You wore ribbons in your blue Bergere hat
God love John Peel
Minmae shall be revealed
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Secret Kids
03:18
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We waged secret wars with secret kids
We didn't win but we know who did
It was them, they wouldn't bend
They sing themselves and they proclaim
Their dreaming makes them preordained
For art, for fame and made up names
Go tell that fox
Using the moon
"Your queen, if caught, will hum our tune"
We savored words from Saint Paul
We feigned suffering before the law
We were young and cruel and still in school
Jennifer, take it from me
Go easy on Theosophy
Get drunk and dance, don't miss your chance (at)
The wakeful shapes, the prayerful spans
The bedrooms of Saint-Florentin
Dermond is doomed
It can't be true
who's zoomin' who?
who's zoomin' who?
Stretch out your limbs
I want you to
Who's zoomin' who?
Who's zoomin' who?
We waged secret wars with secret kids
We didn't win but we know who did
I was stunned when you stayed
With the summer maid
Go tell that fox
Using the moon
"Your queen, if caught, will hum our tune"
Dermond is doomed
It can't be true
Who's zoomin' who?
Who's zoomin' who?
Stretch out your limbs
I want you to
Who's zoomin' who?
Who's zoomin' who?
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7. |
The Queen of Sweden
03:18
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Your heart’s too full for talking
The muses found me sulking in my cell
They wish you well, they wish you well, they wish you well
Wives of wind can’t win at all these days
Every other hour levels praise
Upon the verses underserved
To impress me, you’d better impress her
Were the world all mine
From the ocean to the Rhine
I’d give it all, I’d give it all
I’d give it all for the Queen of Sweden
The Huns set fire to the library as the left
You cursed their gods under your breath
Sit in your room
Your room will teach your everything
You held your sword like a dancer
You held your sword like a dancer
You held your sword like a dancer
And you fought like the girl I loved
Were the world all mine
From the ocean to the Rhine
I’d give it all, I’d give it all
I’d give it all, I’d give it all
I’d give it all for the Queen of Sweden
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8. |
Victor Bockris
04:12
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“We haven't lost a thing,” you said
The uncovering is up ahead
Still, we happened to miss
Massey Hall and Victor Bockris
The blessed and the blackest rose
In the aisles of the softer snow
Celebrated and grew
When 1998 fell through
Hardly had the day seen dawn
When you were feeling put upon
Disillusioned and gold
You left before the lights went cold
You said something about mystery
And decided what it meant to me
I invested in this,
Nabokov and Victor Bockris
But these beasts, with their wings
Won’t awaken anything
One red horse is on the way
No slender grace could make me stay
Daphne had begun, with ease
To demonstrate her expertise
I bothered with your minor works
I wasn’t too proud to assert
That they should have been hits
Like Blackout Beach and Victor Bockris
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Summer Palace
05:52
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We walked in song
We were wanting all along
To yield to the hum
And the hissing in the heart of everyone
Or maybe just some of us
A summer in the palace
A place where we can rest our golden heads
And the yard goes on forever overhead
You cheated, then confessed
You wore that smile I detest
And I hate your friends
I've been to your parties
The only truth at your parties
Is when the party ends
Like two arms reaching out to pull us in
Where the wolves of the winter’s breath blows thin
Through a modern gaze we sat and watched the fall
And you were still left wanting after all
Since the summer palace sings so silvery
You lifted then abandoned me
Kiss your mistress, kiss your mistress
I broke up the band, with God as my witness
It's horrific how we feed
All our numberless needs
Just to watch them grow
If the lords are alive
Sound the bells, wake their wives
They ought to know
You’re not sick, you’re just in love
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10. |
Mothering Sunday
03:04
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We are widows to the world we knew
We brace ourselves, we carry ourselves through
Past the pale thrones and the reckoning
And the shade of the ever-mounting evening
We saw you slip away
The flower burning in the day
Your sketches and the books you read
Your beauty and the hospital beds
Just carry yourself back to me
From across that lonesome ocean
"Rejoice, O Jerusalem
And come together all of you that love her"
"Rejoice, O Jerusalem
And come together all of you that love her"
I thought you might want something small
A reminder of what I saw
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or the coast of Barcelona
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or the coast of Barcelona
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Virgin of the Birds San Francisco, California
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