We live on top of a crumbling hill and at night we hardly see any stars shine. But the San Bernadino mountains so high how they rise behind Lot 309. How they rise behind Lot 309. How they rise.
The landlord’s son is a drunken bum and he weed whacks, weed whacks all the time. Once he got so bombed that he took out his scythe and he chopped down all the birds of paradise behind Lot 309. He went wild. He went wild.
In Altadena the blaze turned the sky black and orange for days till the flames all died out. And the poor Bougainvillas got all dried out. But now it’s cooled off. Say look at that big black moth coming up from the night. He’s fallen in love with the yellow hall light. He’s falling so hard for something so bright. It’s burning his heart, it’s blinding his sight. Oh well, that’s life. Hey, babe come on outside and look at hirn rise. He’s on fire behind lot 309. He’s on fire. He’s on fire behind lot 309. He’s on fire... .
Do you know how to dance with a super black hole. Well, you got to keep moving and you can’t get too close or you’ll fly so high. You may never come down from a black hole heaven there’s no lost and found.
Let the wind take me back to that old cul-de-sac. Where we sucked on the nectar that stopped time in its tracks and l fell through the cracks at the backs of the stars. And into the black hole heaven of my baby’s arms.
Pulled the car off to the side of the road. Lit up some fireworks and watched them explode. Viennese waltz on the car radio and the universe coming apart.
Let the wind take me back to that black hole heaven. The night we went waltzing beneath Harper’s Arch. And l fell through the cracks at the backs of the stars. And into the black hole heaven of my blue baby’s arms.
Osiris in pieces into the screen he stares. And he builds his little cities where they don’t need any air. And he lights his glass pipe and swivels in his chair. And snickers as he says what if I never. What if I never.
Maybe you can be the one to fluff up his soul. To pick up all the shards, to stuff up the holes. Maybe you can be the one to put it all together. King warrior magician lover motherfucker whatever. Motherfucker whatever.
Oh, I can see your plumber crack as you ride off on your bike you don’t look back. Go on speed off in a snit. Go off and suck your crystal tit. You can’t fire me ’cause I.
Ship’s so full of holes it won’t be long before it sinks. And your heart’s not made of stone. It’s made of shit and man it stinks. I’m long done choking on your sugar coated disrespect. I’d like to rip your fucking throat out and plant a tree inside your neck.
A tree inside your neck. Crank magic meltdown. Could this be my last crank magic meltdown? Could this be my last round? Magic meltdown... .
I’m a lonesome operator with a loose grasp on the daylight. You must ’ve known sooner or later. I was bound to break away I just cannot believe how far you let me go. All the way to that empty R.V. park outside Los Alamos.
The sunset she glows fluorescent over Los Alamos. Hiding something strange below. Hiding inside a dead volcano working on the human genome. Wow! And the ranger says there ain’t no. He says there ain’t no turning back now. He says you’re gonna see your house, your face, your very soul turn into nothing that you know. Nothing is ever gonna be the same after that. Well I don’t know, I don’t know.
I hear someday the gods are coming home to Los Alamos. And I’d like to be there on that day Los... .
What a day, what a day, what a day, what a day when the gods come home to Los Alamos. How everything that’s empty will be full everyone will be gone. To Los Alamos. Something waiting, something terrible. I know. Nothing will ever be the same.
I am a spider. ln my lacy web. Frozen open. Waiting for your beak to spread. Crimson bird, you were once a worm. Will you make me wait ’til the end of the world?
Taste your salty pores. Dry. Warm. Feel time dissolve to the palm. Crimson bird, l am where you go and where you come from. You can meet me the sun drops into the ocean.
She permits herself unbounded sprays of rage, like a monkey in a cage filled with razor blades. And you sit and watch them from the aisles giving out your free advice, watching from backstage.
So you see your stars from the side. Look at these, your stars from the side.
He grabs her by the wrist and shakes his fist and then after that they kiss, then they both get pissed. And then it’s time to say fuck you and leave and after maybe to grieve that it’s come to this.
All the while you see your stars from the side. Look at these, your stars from the side. He lied, she cried, he’s tired, she’s high.
Help me, I’m yours. I can’t do nothing tonight. I got a fever so high. Help me decide if there’s still a point in being your friend. ’Cause it’s costing much more than I can spend right now. And I don’t want to be cruel. I don’t want to be your fool neither I don’t want to take the bait, but to leave you in that state. Hey, you leave me nothing, nothing nothing to do but walk away. Don’t you think I know what it’s like to feel ugly and tired. Seeing you there like a star from the side in my rear view mirror with your head in your hands on sunset.
Hey, don’t you know what it’s like to be a mirror unseen. A bit part in someone else’s bad dream. I’ve played my part in your b-movie long enough, long enough, long enough. Why don’t you open your eyes and see me Everything’s comin’ up roses.
Under the void lazy shadows worship. The honey red hair of summer.
Take me on, don’t you fear my fist like sugar in spit. Surrender to it. Rein her in, tame the local shrew. She’s out of control, she’d be good for you. On the rails a rat sweats its candy breath.
I see the path train coming. I see the path train coming. Coming. Coming. It’s coming... .
Darling, how are you? How long has it been since I saw you? I know that something’s over. I know that something’s changed. But something’s always over and always remains. Darling, I’m sorry. I couldn’t be the women you asked me to be. I’m very very tired and I don’t want to fight. But you hung up the receiver before I said.
Tired swan, open your eyes. Who’s gonna show you how to rise. Tired swan, back to the skies. Who’s gonna teach you after all this time.
Come on, you can lay your heavy crown down on me.
Tired swan, fingers so small. You gonna teach me how to fall. Torn open by the lion of my heart. I say you never really know where you are until you start falling. So lay your heavy crown down on me. On me.
We were born lost in wonder, raise our little heads to the sun. And we shine for a little of time and then we’re done. So come on, open your eyes.
I’m gonna show you how. Always lay your heavy crown down on me. Here and gone. Tired swan, open your eyes. Open your eyes.
