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Easy Prey
07:51
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And the days just keep on rolling over you
Pick up your mind and kneel
Beside the spinning wheel
How’s it feel?
And I can’t believe it won’t get through to you
Behind the devil’s back
The angel cut the slack
Take us back
And the monkey on my back
Is telling me to leave
And I’m drifting in between
He lays his hands upon my head
Drives the whale up from my bed
To turn my eyes within
And all the shadows up the wall
On crooked limbs they crawl around you
They fall around you
The circus is coming to take you away
And the motion passed without a cursory glance
Behind the prison gate
Innocence lost the way
Easy prey
And the monkey on my back is slowly turning black
He says to me that he wants
To play the game again
But I ain’t your friend
And the monkey on my back
Is telling me to leave
And I’m drifting in between
He lays his hands upon my head
Drives the whale up from my bed
To turn my eyes within
An open door, a missing key
Lost among the leaves, the moon in winter
Will soon begin to
Reveal its colour, building a bridge to your head
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2. |
Heaven's Gaze
06:49
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The poison needle tip is rising through my bed
And from the belfry rings the curse of the undead
The hangman lays the burlap sack over my head
And I can’t catch my breath
The compass cracks with my reflection still within
The engine’s choked with dust, I’m caught in a tailspin
I pray to no one in particular, forgive my sins
Still I can’t keep from sinking
Heaven’s gaze I turn away
Furrowed brow and sick with pain
Ruminate on wasted days
Fallow futures weave an endless maze
Separate and alone
I regret to the bone every moment I am shown
Like the poor Cherokee
Flayed and fixed to the wheel of a careless industry
But devastation of soul
Feeds the germination of a seed that you have sown
Roots start taking hold
As shoots tear through the mould
My mind flower unfolds
(I’m) Swimming upstream
(Love) For no reason
(Light) I can feel it
(Time) Got no meaning
The poison needle is a symptom of being
The compass in this place is shed of all meaning
The hangman lifts his cowl, a smile revealing
I see it is my own
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3. |
The Big Squeeze
07:36
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Landlord up in the sky
Grandlord spit in my eye
Quicksand swallowing me
Sweat gland I cannot breathe
Band chords stab at the wind
Bank laws how can I win?
Green mould hole in the wall
Deep cold sucking my soul
Here in my tree
High up enough that I can see
Smoke from the timber industry
No home is there for me
Only a place I tend to be
Counting the days down until I hear…
Ding-dong, knock at the door
King Kong coming for more
Price hike do what you like
Too tight? Get on your bike
Hell-bent, hot to the core
No rent, not anymore
Hate vent, said it before
No rent, not anymore
Here in my tree
Over the ground where I can see
Huddled below ‘neath the canopy
Like shells upon the shore
Traces of life that came before
Figures and forms looking a lot like me
You collect my money from the gilded curtain
You rip out my garden with the stroke of a pen
You invisible destructor, tyrannical overpaid
Invoker of archaic little relics of time
Why should I waste my breath on you?
You steal the berry from the mouth of my ken
Suffocate the future I’ve been taking to bed
Sign away the promise of a prophet for profit
Gets you a double garage and a Tuscan villa of white
Why should I waste my breath on you?
You reach you leech you bleed me dry
Try as I might the fight is fixed
A lolly in a world of licks
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Light wake soul shake
Steel black wave break
Sky paint eyes white
Earth green clean dream
Night strange shadow plague
Love torn leaf blade
Arrow heart narrow brain
Free born slave made
Though the message is the mode
Of communication
Still there is no holy war
Without some deviation
Pin a picture to the wall
You keep falling away from
You know it don’t really mean
You’re a seed in the brain farm
Forward is the only way
Is that something you might say?
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5. |
Arnold The Slime King
17:26
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i. March of Love
Arnold played the organ
In a church the nightshade hid from sight
Each time Mendelssohn’s chimes
Signalled someone else’s bride
He cried to the sunrise,
“I must find myself a wife!”
When outside selling kutti-pi
A flash of silver hair
Pulls him from his chair
He takes the elevator
Finds the corner where
She’d peddling her wares
Arnold boldly dares
And with the devil’s breath
He whispers in her ear
And her eyes like black fire fix to his
Beguiled in the church aisle
A groom grows impatient of his love
Suddenly wide-eyed and chemically hypnotised
She arrives on the organ player’s glove
Though he’d see a ring on finger three
It seems her mind is out to eat
Oh my darling one
Oh lord what, what have you done?
He hastens to object
Grips the parapet
With lips still tingling from her cherry cigarette
Silence veils the crowd
Arnold takes a bow
Darling look at what you’ve become
Yourself within this little dream of mine
And I’m destined to believe in you only
I’ve synthesised my perfect wife
Now through your cracks like water will I flow
Til I control every inch of you
ii. Swamp Boogie
Baby knit your arms around me
Slither shake your soulstring at me
Double up the dosage in you
Tango for your life
Don’t you feel me deep within you
Pulling on your strings to move you
Pucker up now get in closer
You can’t help but comply
You’ll be safe with me forever and ever
Inside this insatiable
Your not quite normal picture
A love scene I’ve seen again and again
On the viewscreen buried deep inside my head
Layer after layer after layer…
iii. Long Live Slime
She politely descends from the stair
Deep in her circuitry scorched and impaired
Hair in palls of white
No-coloured eyes
Doll devoid of light and shorn of life
Come to me sweet symmetry
Touch me
Feel me
But she’s quite unaware of his hands
Tracing the lines of her mammary glands
She belongs to me
How can this be?
All these days I’ve yearned for this to see
Could it be my symphony
Is turning to bitter elegy?
Arnold puts his gloved hand
Into the quivering mass of slime
That was his lady wife
She politely swallows
All of his vitamins like a flower
Beautiful cannibal
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