In/Casino/Out
Album - 18 agosto 1998 - Debaser id 94936

Valmara, Valmara, Valmara,
Flechettes kiss me with the lisp
Of your shrapnel caress
Lost this arm, lost this lip, lost this diving board
For the belly flopped proposal of
Let's be friends

Tour de force, tour de force
Defacto
Ayachuco!

Prosthetic, Prosthetic, Prosthetic
Blemish necro is the velcro
Of your charred apendage
Cartarize solder gun, in the melting of seeds
Oh, dear God, what a tangled web we weave

All we are the failed attempts
Propelled by stilt-legged presidents
Incarcerate the mason fence
Like flechettes

I'm not biting the lead
My pencil's broken again
We will you fill in the blanks
So I can cheat off your

In a small ghost town, there's a little arcade
Where the poltergeists play their video games
At the top of the roof he says
Game over they said, game over they said
Run and get your quarters in
Over cliffs we will swim ahead

Do the shackles underneath your bed
Haunt the shackles in their grooves

Salem is home sentenced to live
Yes, this i know... comes back tenfold

At the bottom of a french blue pool
Roamed the drunk chipped tooth
Of the man in the moon

Burn furnace burn at the bottom of the cliff
Shined a diamond with no end to its trip

Hook and sinker

I wrote it all down for you
Match a name to the face
Do you suspect?
Do you confess?
Do you confess?

cut and paste
were you sitting down
on the beaded impotence of new orleans
a hint of suspense when that telephone rings
this is forever

it paved a wave of distance
between the syntax error
from austin's yellow brick road
this is forever

from this texas breath exhaled
no sign of relief
cause this you know, this you know
this is forever

march 23rd hushed the wind, the music died
if you can't get the best of us now
it's cause this is forever

march 23rd hushed the wind, the music died
if you can't get the best of us now
it's cause this is forever

makes no difference
your alphabet is missing letters
seventeen, embalmed and caskets
lowered into the weather
a drizzle, brisk and profound

from this texas breath exhaled
their relief
this is forever

march 23rd hushed the wind, the music died
if you can't get the best of us now
it's cause this is forever

march 23rd hushed the wind, the music died
if you can't get the best of us now
it's cause this is forever

strum this broken harp
we were struck by the chords
set from their hearts
yes this is forever
this is forever

cut and paste
were you sitting down
on the beaded impotence of new orleans
a hint of suspense when that telephone rings
this is forever
this is forever
this is forever

makes no
makes no
makes no

seventeen, embalmed and caskets
lowered into the weather
a drizzle, brisk and profound
from this texas breath exhaled

strum this broken harp
we were struck by the chords
to your heart

this is forever
this is because
this is forever

this is forever
it is because
this is forever
but you can't get the best of us now

in the humble stence of nativity
hummed the smell of television snow
a faint S.O.S. flickering
riding on the coattails of their ground zero
neighborhood footprints ingrown
the daylight savings time will never know
of this alabaster cold

your lovers quarrel ended up in crawspace
dental identities will tell us apart
teeth marked and bounded with sighs
step into my parlor
said the spider to the fly
stable hooved footprints ingrown


cloak and dagger muzak blared in ohms
in this alabaster cold
ingrown

more calibur per capita
breakfast table search team implodes
the milk cartons that pour will never know
of this alabaster cold

they say that thirteen is just a number
a double agent funded in the secret
of the hive and the workers and their lives
all sweet and honeycombed
a hunger ravenous and funded
incognito razor burns
talcum powered fingerprints
all sweet and honeycombed
stick your tongue on the north pole
read the graffiti splattered on the convertible
this bullet x marked the rumors jet-lagged
stab you with this pitchfork
part your hair on the grassy knoll
a cavity of candy in havana captivity
we heard the mug shots
a patsy inclined.
let the pollen make you sneeze
all sweet and honeycombed
"hasta la victoria siempre"
manana hay misa para los sordos

this is the accent of the halfhearted land
does it all make sense now
and if the ship was built in bottled sand
does it all make sense now
the anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon
yes it all makes sense now

is this just a life preserver
or a bivouac tenure
the tropic of cancer answered,
"drink the quicksand'

a mirror was splintered on the deck floor
does it all make sense now
a stowaway that lived beneath this hull
does it all make sense now
the anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon
yes it all makes sense now

is this just a life preserver
or a bivouac tenure
the tropic of cancer answered,
"drink the quicksand"
its gills will swin faster after a breath from the shore
is this just a life preserver
or a bivouac tenure

breathe the taste of salt water
dry heave up and overboard
ponce de leon wrinkles
let's make it young again
boat drinks for captains
row our boat stowaway
it all makes sense now
if our map was torn, navigate, navigate
if your compass broke, navigate, navigate

sucks me in, taking a ride
and i'm wishing for the satellite
grabbing vein, pulling down on the radio
laughing at the face that's bending down

i'm all alone so far up here
and my oxygen's all gone

bend the metal
my glory box has failed
we're rocking in our reclining chairs
drive away... that car
that brought us all this harm
those are the pieces of my story line

i'm all alone so far up here
and my oxygen's all gone

truly stressing realization
i wish i was an astronaut
eight hour bitterness, all for who's sake?
stain glass sunday school charades

pet sounds filling pet peeve voids
black and white t.v. with the sound turned down
is this mono or stereo?

lending aneurysm
satisfaction in the fruitless gaze of your mona lisa's lazy smile
trick ourselves in portable stanzas
black, russian throated on this guillotine cancer
how steep we are
but there's just no telling
just no telling

savion is under heel
clicking morse code through movie stills again

the sky had blackened with carrion birds
pinstriped suits and cigarettes tapped danced
through the tepid buurlesque
their mouths were parched with excess thirst
bridge and chorus candy curse
still they sang through the strepthroat verse

pet sounds filling pet peeve voids
black and white t.v. with the sound turned down
is this mono or stereo?

if i had a dollar for every plot that you made
in this bed of nails we made
trick ourselves in portable stanzas
black, russian throated on this quillotine cancer
how steep we are
but there's just no telling
just no telling

pet sounds filling pet peeve voids
black and white t.v. with the sound turned down
like breathing blood through the lungs of a czar's child.......

savion is under heel
clicking morse code through movie stills again