1. |
Proxy Wars
04:32
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Midnight calls in empty halls
Your body pressed
Tight against the wall
A hand on your neck, sweat in your eyes,
Strangling sensation
In a swell disguise
Crying inside, asking for more
All those secret signals,
All those proxy wars
All those proxy wars
Pining for something you can never have
Embracing things that were never there
Trading sweet nothings for bitter ends
Yearning for something that you never had
You had a guy who had it all
You watched him rise
You saw him fall
You saw him do other people too
Took you a while
To know he’s just like you
Know he’s just like you
Pining for something you can never have
Embracing things that were never there
Trading sweet nothings for bitter ends
Yearning for something that you never had
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2. |
Sparks and Water
04:06
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If you want to ask, ask away
It’s just you know the answers anyway
Come all that may, the other life
Won’t go away
I heard on TV it would snow today
The April snow, well, doesn’t it feel strange?
If it snows now, what happens in May?
Wondering what else you could arrange
Kisses of a nun led astray
By a country charmer are so sweet,
Much sweeter
Than molasses
In Emily’s recipe
Reminiscing it, I am still amazed
It was all just so dreamlike and so fast
The ghost of electricity may howl in dismay
We’re mostly sparks and water anyway
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3. |
Hard to Say
04:54
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It’s so hard to say
Where she goes next what she likes best
She will always stay
Unimpressed
She’s so hard to please
You may twist and you may shout but
She’ll just ask what that’s
All about
Hard-line, feline, she’s so fine
Blue-eyed, so bright, strict in mind
Hell-bent, godsent, dignified
Sphinx-like, tough-spined, quite a find
She’s so hard to read
You have tried and you have failed and
Fucked up at full speed
And full scale
It’s so hard to say
Where she goes next what she likes best
She will always stay
Unimpressed
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4. |
Driving South
03:03
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Down the freeway
On and on
Headed for
Nuevo Leon
From Austin through
San Antone
Driving south
All night long
On and on and
On and on
Wondering
Why she has gone
Off with someone
She don’t know
On the road to
Mexico
Wondering
Why he’s so blown
What he’s after
Where he’s from
Wondering
What would go on
When they’d crash in
Laredo
They were at it
All night long
She would moan
On and on
Sweating through the
Break of dawn
Regretting
The night is gone
Knowing well
There’s nothing wrong
With a little
Get along
Just a break from
The world of woe
Oh Kuniko
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5. |
Suddenly, It Is All Gone
03:23
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Suddenly, it is all gone
Suddenly, you’re helplessly panting for breath
Suddenly, things seem a little dizzy
Suddenly, you simply don’t know how you should go on
Asking over and over
Just what exactly happened
Was there a way to make it?
Wasn’t there anything that you could do to make it work?
Suddenly, the past comes back to bite your ass
Suddenly, you’re wrapped up in a nightmare
Suddenly, you feel devoid of senses
Suddenly, you wish you didn’t have to feel at all
Suddenly, it is all gone
Suddenly, it is all gone
Suddenly, it is all gone
Suddenly, it is all gone
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6. |
Praha, Texas
04:58
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Take me to Praha, Texas
Take me to Praha, Texas
It looks like a ghost town
But it’s not one yet
Take me to Praha, Texas
Take me to Praha, Texas
I might feel ghostlike
But I’m no ghost yet
Take me to Praha, Texas
Take me to Praha, Texas
I’m telling you it is no ghost town yet
It’s no ghost town yet
You will never forget
The ghost dance you’ll see there
Take me to Praha, Texas
Take me to Praha, Texas
It looks like a ghost town
But it’s not one yet
Take me to Praha, Texas
Take me to Praha, Texas
I’m telling you it is no ghost town yet
It’s no ghost town yet
You will never regret
The ghost dance we’ll dance
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7. |
On the Way Home
03:55
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On the way home it’s windy and cold
And it creeps up your skin and into your bones
But the snow in the streets has started to melt now
And lately you’ve been good as gold
Done with the bad stuff, done with ill tempers,
Done with the whoring, done with it all
Working so hard to be tidy and wholesome
A righteous and God-fearing soul
But none of that is going to save you
You know that well
None of that is going to save you
From being a total scum that you are
And that you’ve always been
None of that is going to help
What would your grandma say if she could see you now?
What would your kids think if they only knew?
How would your friends treat you if they just realized
How much it sucks to be you?
On the way home it’s windy and cold
And it creeps up your skin and into your bones
But the ice on the river has started to melt now
And it seems like it’s time to move on
But that does not kill your exquisite self-pity
No, that does not ease your sweet pain
That does not curb the self-hatred that you have been
Perfecting time and again
On the way home it’s windy and cold
And it creeps up your skin and into your bones
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8. |
Gin’s Gone
04:46
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Gin’s gone
Gin’s gone
What are we to do?
What are we to do?
Gin’s gone
Gin’s gone
And it’s on
All said, all done
We’ve been here before
And we know the score
All said, all done
And it’s on
Guess there’s not much left to do
But go to bed
Guess that’s all I wanted to
Anyway
You’re on
You’re on
Fire, to be sincere
And I should not be here
You’re on
You’re onto
Me
And I’m not that hard to read
I’m plain as day
By now I just want it
All the way
Gin’s gone
Gin’s gone
What are we to do?
What are we to do?
Gin’s gone
Gin’s gone
And it’s on
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9. |
Brown Water Blues
04:41
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You know what they say
Wet cellars rusty roofs
If I’d known what I do now
I’d have stayed away from you
The city’s under water
Weird stuff floating around
Everyone helping out
Even the numb and the dumb
But you’ve gone to the seaside
And you won’t come back until it’s dry
I don’t even blame you
For that’s just the way that things are
You’ve gone to the seaside
And you’ll come back safe and dry
It’s not like you tried to trick me
I just didn’t want to see
what I was doing to myself
what you were doing to me
I’m knee-deep in brown water
That stinks like a boxers’ gym
My muscles hurt, my eyes are sore
And my prospects are dim
And you’re at the seaside
You won’t come back until it’s dry
I’m not even mad at you
That’s just the way that you are
You’ve gone to the seaside
And you’ll come back safe and dry
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10. |
Last Lines
04:04
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The knife came down, missing him by inches, and he took off.
He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.
At the time he had no messages for anyone. Nothing. Not a single word.
He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance.
If he blinked an eye, she would disappear.
He shut his eyes.
His hand sought the adjacent flesh and sorrow paralleled desire in the immense complexity of love.
His heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
And presently, like a circling typhoon, the sounds of battle began to return.
The army that a moment before had been thundering in his body retreated slowly – victorious, relieved.
And then it is night, and there is nothing to be seen except the black sky riddled with star holes overhead.
She was quite pleased with it.
Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigue, I have had my vision.
…– and it was still hot.
O God—please give him back! I shall keep asking You.
He drew a deep breath. ‘Well, I’m back,’ he said.
I been away a long time.
To-day I wear these chains, and am here! To-morrow I shall be fetterless! – but where?
Wait for me on the shore, friend, I say quietly, but he does not hear and he wades on.
But God, who made us, knows, and will not leave us on our toilsome and doubtful march, either to wander in infinite uncertainty, or perish by the way!
There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.
After all, tomorrow is another day.
But as for me – I give them a tune on the piano every now and then just to let them know I’m cheerful.
I been there before.
But you are tired of hearing about foxes now, so I won’t go on.
Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
A new life for me.
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Poli5 (label) Hlavní město Praha, Czech Republic
Label & recordstore from Czech Republic (Prague, Trojanova 9), Established in 2006
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