The Information
Album - 2 ottobre 2006 - Debaser id 360192

I really think I better get a hold of myself
Don't wanna let the night get ahead of myself
Whisperin' her love through a smoke ring smile
She doesn't know what happens when she's around

I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so

Doodododododooodoo

Probably lay my head on a wooden floor
Tell her I was tired from working the store
Counting all the cash from an old shoebox
Saving up to buy her something she wants

I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so

What if it's wrong?
What if it's wrong
To pray in vain?
What does it mean
To fake your death?
To wake up tainted?

Take a little picture in a photobooth
Keep it in a locket and I think of you
Both of our pictures, face to face
Take off your necklace and throw it away

I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so

Really think I better get a hold of myself
Don't wanna let the night get ahead of myself
Whisperin' her love through a smoke ring smile
She doesn't know what happens when she's around

I think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love

Lord, please don't forsake me
In my Mercedes Benz
All the riches and the ruins
Now we all know how that story ends

Strange apparition
Haunting my brain
Standing on the last legs
Of a dream that walked away

When the Lord rings my front door
And asks me what I've got to show
Besides the dust in my pockets
And the things that just eat away my soul

Strange apparition
Haunting my brain
Piss on the ashes
Of a dream that got cremated

The least I had to lose from
Is the most I seemed to care
Anything should make you happy
Nothing could make you scared

We'll be on the shoreline
When that heavy ship goes down
Did you think that you were lucky?
You should see yourself now

No one cares what dress she wears at all
Tattered rags and paper bags and all
She's the one sleeping in the dirt
Drag her down, don't let her drown in dirt

Lovers drag their canes across the gates
Gamblers light candles for the days
No one wake her up, she's sleeping still
So put a candle on the window sill

Soldier Jane, don't be afraid
Take your heart out of the shell
Take your heart out of the shell
Don't throw it away

Stars, they strike the darkness in the room
Knives, they take the poison from the wound
Cars, they drive us down into the ruins
And sweep our cares away with dirty brooms

Soldier Jane, don't be afraid
Take your heart out of the shell
Take your heart out of the shell
Don't be afraid

1, 2, 3, 4

I'm a seasick sailor
On a ship of noise
I got my maps all backwards
And my instincts poisoned
In a truth blown gutter
Full of wasted years
Like blown-out speakers
Ringin' in my ears

Oh it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone

Now I'm a straight-line walker
In a black-out room
I push a shopping cart over
In an Aztec ruin
With my minion fingers
Working for some God
Who could see his own reflection
In a parking lot

Oh it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
No it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone

Now I'm a priest teenager
On a tower of dust
I'm a dead generator
In a cloud of exhaust
I eat alone in the desert
With skulls for my pets
I rate the days, one to ten
With lead cigarettes

It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone

Disappointment condition
A perfunctory prescription
Of an indigent mindset
A belligerent silence
We got all we need
Turning out of a tin can
Thinking about the remend
Of the social hurt
Listen to the noise
On the battery tape deck
A Judas trainwreck
Anonymous suspect
Hovering in carbon monoxide cremations
Loners waste away inside
Of vacant locations
Think tanks empty
International dream bank
Plug in my reactor
To the fallout zone
The enemies' story is a lot like mine
And if you get to the point
Then you are better than I

Dark star
Vacant eyelids closing
Cities grew themselves
From a sky lit terrain

Autopilot drivers
Riding out on the ice age
Infidels swallowed
In a vanishing point
Ammunition souls shooting
Holes in the ozone
Widows tears
Washing a soldier's bones
Sterilized egos
Delirium sequels
Punctured by the arrows
Of American eagle Robot teach you about the rules that belead you
Backspace my brain
My equilibrium goes

Dark star
Just an eye that's closing
Cities grew themselves
From a sky lit terrain

One, two
One, two

We are aimless
And the target is an empty wall
We're out of patience
With smiles that cut across her face

No complaints
But I wish I had more time for my brain
I'd like to walk
Where the sun doesn't know we're awake

We're in spaceships
Take a visit to the Pyrenees
On paid vacations
Send a brochure from the agency

No complaints
But my girlfriend dug a ditch in my room
Walking papers and a hole
Straight out from my shoes

No complaints but it's harder
To believe in the truth
So write a message on a billboard
And I'll send it to you

We feel painless
Check the status on the info line
In some ways tainted
Radiation from the factory

No complaints
But it's overrated, that's for sure
Take a bus back
From Little Rock, Arkansas
Or Modesto
That's where my drawl comes from

Electronic actors and astromagnetic
Corrupted files from galactical planets
Writing interplanet code
Thoughts get transported
From neanderthal skulls
Digital food malls
Telemarketing people
With cellular headsets on their skulls
Selling you wisdom
From a plexiglass prism
Biochemical jism
Hits you with its rhythm
They act like Earth
Was a terrestial prison
A zoo for humans
Put their cities into ruins
Now we can feel what we're doing
We move the stratosphere in plastic
When you're out alive, spastic
What else can the dust try to tell us?
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute

Categorizing in a crash
Taking pictures
And a backstage pass
Gasoline on fire
Tried to pull off this mask
But there was really a face
Which I just read from a plan
Security cameras strapped to his back
Fulfilled prescriptions, antidotes
Media in a quarantined submission
Consultants with remote souls
Unanimous votes
Portions of the proceeds
Go to chain store victims
In the midget conditions
With remodeled kitchens
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute

These toys are all lifeless
The armor's worn off
The shadow of a shadow
Is the ghost of a bomb
Skyscraper standing
In a desert alone
A helicopter searchlight
Is searching for no-one

We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
The smokestack clouds with glory attached
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
The smokestack clouds with glory attached

The sky creatures dance
In a parking lot wind
That blows from a tundra
Where the jungle begins
If there's hope in a roadblock
Guns in a church
The lord will take his motorcade
And drive us into the dirt

We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
The smokestack clouds with glory attached
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
The smokestack clouds with glory attached

There's a skyscraper on the moon
And a man standing on a window
Forty-second floor
There's a light beaming through the galaxy
Telling me everything's gonna be OK

We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top

Ahhh
the information is laughing at us
the ticker tape feeds the night
looking for a last transmission
from a heaven that we left behind

when the information comes we'll know what we're made from
on a skyline rising high rise eyes see through you

say hello to a mannequin
the ghost of an automaton
the witching hour is summoning up
armies in a desert sun


when the information comes we'll know what we're made from
on a skyline rising high rise eyes see through you

she's the sister of avarice
the wife of the poisonous tide
she's the eye in a battle of storms
she sees where the atoms collide

when the information comes we'll know what we're made from
on a skyline rising high rise eyes see through you

Looking for a ladder
In the stratosphere
So I can be happy
Let my problems melt away

Running on a plane
With a cigarette
I carry my heart
Like a soldier with a hand grenade

Walking down the aisle
Of the supermarket
Looking for the ??
To carry my senses away

Listen to a voice
On the telephone
Somebody's calling
Somebody on the way

Looking for a home
In the magazine page
Wages in my pocket
Gonna buy me anything that I need

Thought in my brain
Batting an eye
Washing away
?? hit the ocean below

I'm not scared
'Cause there's nobody there
Mind is awake
Nothing's gonna lead me astray

Listen to the voice
On the radio wave
Somebody needs you
Somebody who is
On their way

Ashes of ancients
The nations repainted
The chain gang chatelaine
Changing the station
The theme song playing
The anthem of normal
The horrible fanfare
The horns get distorted
On a public announcement
The towns are impounded
Where order resounded
Cowards towered around it
Power line buzzards
Surveilling the night
Talons in flight
The fake horizons ignite

Banality lives where hysteria kills
Civilian jungles with malaria pills
Animals bleed to buy a star from the night
Avenue kids wear a scar like a stripe
Send up a signal to the heavenly rescue
When the poison's coming from the person you're next to
Let the voltage of thought pull the plug from the wound
Cos if the soul is a symptom the condition is you


They know it's a letterbomb hand me down
This thought is a perjury blindfold
When she crawls from the Himalayan rain
With her birds of prey and her weapons on the fire

She's riding a landslide down to me
She's cutting the shackles off of me
She's shaking the dead birds from the trees
She's takin' the only air I breathe

Iron lungs and a plate glass sermon
Don't call it death on the installment plan

She pulling the armor from my back
And raking the coals over the tracks
And taking the knife out from the stack
She's bringing the blood that I had back

She's coming to see it's all a sin
Coming to see the sun again
Coming to wash it off again
Coming to see her self again
Coming to see her self again
Coming to wash it off again



(weather report, woman's voice)
The ?/ reports from the ?? radio station
for 0400 GMT
NW 4
Slight showers
70 minutes
1 thousand and ten falling slowly
??? away
SWS 3 resent rain, 7 miles
1 thousand and 7
rising while slowly
Lowick, W4 resent showers
16 miles, 1 thousand and 2, rising slowly

(Talking:person one)
"I picture like an illuminated manuscript, ya know." "??? ... they hand do them ???... you'd have to have them hand done... each time" (stammering) "like change depending on what mood your in... like the best...or depending on like when you listen from a different age... could mean somethin' different"
(Talking:person two)
"I don't like it when they change" "....it....frightens me"
(Talking:person one)
"you want them to stay the same"
(Talking:person two)
"It makes me feel like someones pushing me from below...tryin' to put me... turn me over and put me down" "that's what it makes me feel like when they change."
"it has to tell you how to live... it (stammering) has, is an instruction guide. Subtle. It doesn't push. It nudges. It entices..or suduces. It has to encompass the whole world. Everything that has been. That is. And will be.
(Talking:person one)
thats.. thats true
(Talking:person two)
"..AND could take it into space. And that's why you build a space ship. Because ultimately that's what space travel is all about. Was sending up ships from earth into space. And not just in some space shuttle thats got all the foam comming off of it. You need your own, glowing, ya know multi-colored.... space ship. It would be inside the space ship and.. the space ship. You know what I'm saying?
Like an exoskeleton.

See us come, runnin' from nothin'
Through the grave, looking for somethin'
We're not lost, we're just losing
All we used will hold us together

If you take a road out from an highway
If you stare the sun out of the sky
Take a voice back from the ventriloquist
Breathing cigarettes, talkin' in gibberish

Inside out when you get older
In between and over your shoulder
Hurt some days, givin' me shivers
Throw my soul in a river of mirrors

Ah ooh whoa oh

For all we know, this is all we need
For all we know, this is all we need
I need air now, I can't breathe
For all we know, this is all we need

Let the fireworks drown in the gutter
Let the battery-run mill elapse
Yesterday the cloudless samaritan
Cowboy magician with vandalized fiction
I don't care, I don't care anymore
Get these plastic fangs out of my neck
So easy to tune it all out again
Fate is contagious, sleeps on a patient

Down another rung
Slipping down now
Down another rung
Slipping down now
Down another rung
Slipping down now
Down another rung
Slipping down now
Down and down
The ladder we go

Down another rung
Slipping down
Down another rung
Slipping down