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from Future Bible Heroes - Memories Of Love (1997)
It's the sound of lonely days
Falling down like rain on this place Please don't count the lonely days Let this town fade to gray Endless rows of houses fuse And there's never any news Because there's nowhere to go but crazy So we go We just hang around in malls Up until the army calls Because there's nowhere to go but crazy As you know Nothing good is on TV No one falls in love with me And there's nobody to fall in love with So I don't Don't forget to stop and smell the glue No one falls in love with you And there's nobody to fall in love with Just the phone |
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from Future Bible Heroes - Memories Of Love (1997)
Large, and full of ill-intent
Circling, gurgling Cross-eyed and incontinent Lurking, irking Eyes are looking amorous Fumbling, mumbling Razor-fanged and humorless She-devils of the deep Gracelessly they prowl the night Seeking young meat Like demented stalagmites Streamed with seaweed Stalking all the surfer boys Tearing, pairing Cackling in chythonian joy Mating, mutilating She-devils of the deep Their shadows creep when we're asleep She-demons from the sea Dismember you and eat me Look in their amphibious eyes You'll be sorry Everybody hypnotized Winds up splattered everywhere In their nauseating voice Sighing, lying Seeking all the surferboys Dying, dying |
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from Future Bible Heroes - Memories Of Love (1997)
You've been tearing out your hair
And I've been drinking Listening to music in the dark And I've been keeping to myself And you've been slinking All around the trailer park There's no use even trying Because it's hopeless All of our dreams are dying of overdoses All of our plans are lying in ten-car road wrecks There's just no point in crying You know it's hopeless You look at strangers like a kid in a candy store I've been leaving on every train And you don't keep a diary anymore And I come home feeling no pain Don't let me rain on your parade Don't get your hair gray It's just another wasted year Nothing you can't forget in hours at the raceway Nothing that can't be drowned in beer |
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from Future Bible Heroes - Memories Of Love (1997)
On friday the 13th, death opened a boutique
On the champs elysees Selling fear and dismay Open seven days a week It was de rieugur and chic For the wicked and the weak Death opened a boutique People came from far and near To buy poison and tears The decor was delectable The service impeccable It was expensive - what isn't? It sold black plague and socialism There was no reason to exist If you weren't on the mailing list |
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from Future Bible Heroes - Memories Of Love (1997)
You pretend to be the moon
Infinitely far away And you're always leaving soon But what you want, you'll never say You pretend to be the moon Looking down upon us all Always taking a dim view Feeling cold and blue and small You've seen your friends and lovers die The weepy ends, but you don't cry Remember when we'd wave goodbye? At least I tried You pretend to be the moon With another secret face Always only passing through Because you come from outer space You pretend to be the moon Old and fat and made of stone But I've seen you in the nude When you thought you were alone |
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from Future Bible Heroes - Memories Of Love (1997)
I'm the new greek statue
You can take home and enjoy I'm the dream of every queen The world's most gorgeous boy I'm the billion dollar baby With a million dollar smile I'm the toast of every coast And I can't sing - oh, honey Blond adonis on the endless autobahn Blond adonis on the cover of a magazine Blond adonis on the golden streets of cannes Blond adonis on the silver screen I'm the new sex object And I am god's gift to you I'm the blond with tousled frond And eyes of baby blue I can't sing, but I can do some things That leave you breathless Take me home and leave the light off You'll see why I'm famous I'm the last of the master race The grand teutonic plague My computer-generated face is all the rage I'm continuously updated, I never age I'm only an actor, and the whole world is a stage |
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from Future Bible Heroes - Memories Of Love (1997)
You know why the lemmings fly from high terrain
You know why most flowers don't bloom You know why sad children stay out in the rain Sitting in your lonely room But you're so beautiful, you make me want to cry And you're so sad and hopeless Waiting 'round to die You may be cruel and unkind in every way Thinking up ways to hurt me all night and day But you're so beautiful One day you burned down all your dreams With one lit match and gasoline How could you be so old and lonely at 17? One day your lost your only friend To Jesus Christ and His henchmen Where did you learn to have so many accidents? You only go out when it rains You're impossible to entertain You collect songs about crime I'm gonna kidnap you in the summertime |
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from Future Bible Heroes - Memories Of Love (1997)
I believe you when you say
You're alone in every way The sun comes up And you go down into your hole I don't believe you have a soul A you you never knew Lives in a better place A you you never knew One of a prettier face I believe you when you cry Even though you hide your eyes I believe that you can't feel your life at all Like the ghost of a doll |
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from Future Bible Heroes - Memories Of Love (1997)
I loll on the porch swing
Tall mint julep in hand Listening to the beach boys - why don't they understand? This is not what I call summer Summer it's infinitely less than We get one real summer Only one in our time Full of wine and wonder - you were mine We get one real summer Ridiculous and sublime Before we go under - you were mine I may drive my woody Down to sandcastle beach With my brave new boyfriend But love is out of reach Who lives in these crumbling castles? Summer's promise honored in the breach So lost without you Haven't a clue what to do Octagons fall from the sun As we run through the grass Let weathermen blether This forecast is o'ercast And the beach boys? Hell, they might as well play "winter wonderland" Summer, my ass |
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from Future Bible Heroes - Memories Of Love (1997)
Standing by the car in a silver thing
Staring into space like an astronaut In a western town as the evening falls In the late summer in the far future You steal the scene Standing on the set, curling cigarettes In a body suit, getting in the mood For an action scene in the madman's dream When the camera's roll, you do your own stunts Standing on a chair, noose around your neck In a body suit catching everything Kick the chair away as the cameras rock Movies of your life flash before your eyes Now you're underground, added to the gate Tattered from the suit, every twitch and sigh Lie before your art in the public eye With your trademark smile changing all the time |
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from Future Bible Heroes - The Lonely Robot (2005)
A DJ from outer space came
To make this planet dance It had neither sex nor race It looked like six legs in pants All the records ever made Seemed to be playing as one To this beat, the whole world swayed Till the DJ's work is done |
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from Future Bible Heroes - The Lonely Robot (2005)
You know me
I take nothing seriously I can see a laughing face in every willow tree But I'd rather be the queen at the guillotine In a bloody insurrection I would rather be king when the rooks take wing Than be losing your affection Willow trees lose their leaves in the autumn breeze Then there's these trees that stay green for centuries I would rather rub the hair of a bear in a lair In the opposite direction I would rather put the make on a rattlesnake Than be losing your affection I would rather be the frog speaking Tagalog As they start the vivisection I would rather be the dog food in front of the dog Than be losing your affection |
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from Future Bible Heroes - The Lonely Robot (2005)
The world is a disco ball
And we're little mirrors One and all Remember when you feel very small The world is a disco ball From Havanna to Hong Kong Someone's dancing all night long |
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from Future Bible Heroes - The Lonely Robot (2005)
You know me
I take nothing seriously I can see a laughing face in every willow tree But I'd rather be the queen at the guillotine In a bloody insurrection I would rather be king when the rooks take wing Than be losing your affection Willow trees lose their leaves in the autumn breeze Then there's these trees that stay green for centuries I would rather rub the hair of a bear in a lair In the opposite direction I would rather put the make on a rattlesnake Than be losing your affection I would rather be the frog speaking Tagalog As they start the vivisection I would rather be the dog food in front of the dog Than be losing your affection |
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from Future Bible Heroes - The Lonely Robot (2005)
I never age and I'll never die
Unlike all the stars in the sky I'll be young forever But why? Cause I'm a vampire Dear, for whose victims I shed no tear I am neither sweet nor sincere And I'd rather drink blood than beer Cause I'm a vampire The sun will never touch me I abhor its filthy light I am the mistress of the damned And of the children of the night I have all the love I need It is your blood I crave I am the bitch goddess from beyond your grave I can turn into a bat I can cast the evil eye I have ever so much money I'm gorgeous And I can fly I survied the Inquisition Been a harlot Been a queen Survived for seven hundred years And still look seventeen Hon, one from whom you really should run I despise the light of the sun And I kill your kind just for fun Cause I'm a vampire Damn, I am what? I am what I am And I am impossibly glam And I am happy as a clam Cause I'm a vampire Blanche, with a blood flow no one can stanch A blood flow A blood avalance I'm a tidal wave of tarantulas |
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from Future Bible Heroes - The Lonely Robot (2005)
You know me
I take nothing seriously I can see a laughing face in every willow tree But I'd rather be the queen at the guillotine In a bloody insurrection I would rather be king when the rooks take wing Than be losing your affection Willow trees lose their leaves in the autumn breeze Then there's these trees that stay green for centuries I would rather rub the hair of a bear in a lair In the opposite direction I would rather put the make on a rattlesnake Than be losing your affection I would rather be the frog speaking Tagalog As they start the vivisection I would rather be the dog food in front of the dog Than be losing your affection |
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from Future Bible Heroes - The Lonely Robot (2005)
Having ended all life
Absorbed all other robots Ruler of the cosmos She walks into the sunset But there is no darkness Her laser-gaze is itself a weapon And no sleep defends her from the nightmare of oblivion So she wakes a new world made entirely out of lightwaves Memories of movies, and chance determinations Then she watches random characters and situations Endless combinations with very little input But she sees the ending Every clock finds its equilibrium So she introduces the absurdest contradictions Anything can follow, but the actors can't believe that So they keep pretending the script is real and means things So the lonely robot, with no feeling for the actors Just erased the whole thing - which, true, had not existed And a trillion stories all came abruptly to a non-ending And a trillion people suddenly stopped non-existing Thus was born a new world from the movies of the old one And the lonely robot was given non-existence |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2002-07-09
Subject : Future Bible Heroes - Memories Of Love (Elefant,1997)
