Rather Ripped
Album - 5 giugno 2006 - Debaser id 325482

You keep me comin' home again
You keep me comin' home again
When you were gone,
I met a friend

She taught me how to
Live in the end
Are her eyes
Brown or blue?

How does she keep her
Static cool
My heart and soul
Are rocked up in her eyes
A little blink I recognize
A little blink, yea, that's my prize

A white horse
Sittin right there by her side
Hard to ignore
Hard to disguise
She'll never ever
Realize...

You keep me comin' home again
You keep me comin' home again
When you were gone
I was out of my mind

I had a friend who laughed all the time
I had a friend who cried all the time
I had a friend who screamed all the time
I had a friend who lied all the time

I ripped yr heart out from yr chest
Replaced it with a grenade blast

[Incinerate 4x]

Firefighters hose me down
I don't care I'll burn out anyhow
It's 4 alarm girl nothing to see
Hear the sirens come for me
You dosed my soul with gasoline
You flicked a match into my brain

[Incinerate 4x]

The firefighters are so nice
I remember you so cold as ice
Now flames are licking at yr feet
Sirens come to put me out of misery
You wave yr torch into my eyes
Flamethrower lover burning mind

[Incinerate 8x]

Stand behind his drunken amp
Stand behind his light of love
Hear him yowl his bloody tounge
Hear him yell 4 blood and war

[Chorus:]
Do you believe in his sweet sensation
Do you believe in second chance
Do you believe in rapture babe

A terrible hit strikes today
A terrible hit for the parade
Burnin' eyes seek jesus comin
Jesus comes to pave the way

[Chorus]

Can you tell me what to feel
Open up yr tender soul
Can I drink yr drunken mercy
Wine burns the devils hole

[Chorus]

Hey gimme hollow stimulation
It's so sleazy to be free
Lets invest in dull creation
Thrill city cheap legacy

What a waste
Yr so chaste
I can't wait
To taste yr face

Vapid signals lead me to you
A sublime spectacular dud
Safe and sound from chatter confusion
Get the picture yes it's clear as mud

When the rats run riot
And the screen door slams
When the trees grow quiet
Nothing but cats and cans
When the breeze says try it
But you can hardly see
When your love has died
And you rat on me

I see your eyes in the half-light
I see the number on your wall
Endless strange things I see at night
You don't see anything at all

Shine a light into your soul
City streets so freezing cold
City shadows wander out
When they let the rats out
Rats
You call it love alright
That was the catch
A cold suicide
Let me place you in my past
With other precious toys
But if you're ever feeling low down in the fractured sunshine
I'll help you feel the noise

Shine down
You can go on home
Shine down
Go
Go

Rats
You're working overtime
You are the moon beyond your mind
When the rats run riot
And the screen door slams
When the world goes quiet
You'll know where I am

You could be my open road
You could be the reason why
You could ease my heavy load
But I want to freeze you out now

You can let it shine
Keep that in mind
When they let out a rat next time
You could move a little closer
Until you're leaning all up around my shoulder
See these shadows walk around
When they let the rats out

Turquoise boy I must confess to you
Sweet liberation has come
You are a legend in a lovely game
But now I feel I must run

Turquoise boy the sky is calling me
Sweet isolation in the sun
You are a soldier in a sad charade
How can you lose whats never found

He's not a dreamer or a schemer,
Running away from me
He's not a singer, an entertainer
With no follow thru
He's not a poet or a mystic
With his cgarette unglued
He just neutral, and he's weary
Not even brand new.

It's a perfect sin
Close yr eyes and loose the rest
It's a perfect sin
Close yr mind and feel the best

Everyone has a headache
Imprecise , hard to cure
Got a shake it, what ails you
The lines are a blur
Is it a pain in her heart
Dark and gray from the start
You won't seduce me, or attract
Just cause yr a stray

It's a perfect sin
Close yr eyes and loose the rest
It's a perfect sin
Close yr mind and feel the best

Why won't you tell me what's inside yr head
Why won't you show me yr secret bed, secret bed?

He's not a dreamer or a schemer
Running away from you
He's not a singer, an entertainer
With no follow thru
He's not a poet or a mystic
With his cigarette unglued
He 's not a cowboy or a loner with nothing to do
He's neutral yeah he's weary,
Not even brand
He's neutral yea he's weary
And he's so in love with you.

I just come by to run you over
I just come by to see you quiver
You can come you can slip inside babe
Killer eyes and a burnin heart babe

Don't you know you need no other
I'm the man who loves you mother
Open up your arms to me girl
Let me feel your wild heart beat girl

Sweet lips flowers + cream
Deep in love surrender pink steam
Deep in love you need no other
Deep in love yr lonely lover

Feel your wild heart beat
Lonely lover
Open up to me
Lonely mother

Yr sweet lips on mine
Like flowers + cream
O killer eyes
Surrender pink steam

Helen Lundeberg...
Illusory landscape, five decades of paint.
Helen Lundeberg...
Illusory landscape, four expressions of elegance, elegance.

Blue river, open door,
Landscape white and orange.
Daybreak by the sea,
A narrow view sloping horizon.
Marina, the poet's road.
Sundial cimerrian landscape,
A quiet place, moon, sea and mist.
Desert road tree in the marsh,
Biological fantasy,
Ocean view, water map,
Ambiguity estuary.

Helen Lundeberg...
Illusory landscape, five decades of paint.
Helen Lundeberg...
Illusory landscape, four expressions of elegance, elegance.

Blue river, open door,
Landscape white and orange.
Daybreak by the sea,
A narrow view sloping horizon.
Marina, the poet's road.
Sundial cimerrian landscape,
A quiet place, moon, sea and mist.
Desert road tree in the marsh,
Biological fantasy,
Ocean view, water map,
Ambiguity estuary.

Helen Lundeberg...
Illusory landscape, five decades of paint.
Helen Lundeberg...
Illusory landscape, four expressions of elegance, elegance.

eyeliner was so cheap
it was free it was easy to steal because no
sister would miss it really / why would anyone steal it anyway
you can apply it with the same expertise
as you have with yr guitar
just a bit so no one gets too in yr face
hit the street and go look for angela
licking angela's thighs back and round + round
black lined lashes is punk rock sex without all the hangups
hits are for squares and so is money.
burnt english muffin crunches nicely between teeth
w/ still a whole lotta future to go
bags of records as currency for rent and cigs (and electricity -
shit: + phone). prostitutes on chrystie and delancey
think i can afford sex in sara delano roosevelt park??
maybe i look like a rich kid or at least some kid w/ a bit of coin.
they will take it / i can't even imagine it.

no where to go but the back door/hard boot kick to metal void. cold beer stench /
speed plowed waitress
some art rock types working our way
to ice cream and thin sheet glory.
a smile on the jesus freaked hooked on our show.

burnished hearts blind to / inevitable madness
take care of the devil, treat him w/ embrace
alive with mary magdalene's heart.
her eyes light the screen, a siren.
breasts somewhat buttoned/somewhat busting thru.
next town over - and i land into /exasperated non-finish. deliver me into tour mode

fucking kids crashing thru the woods.
stream language, resilient nature,
ripping thru: stones, rocks, / fallen branch.
the chattering skulls of adult nayspeak
grimace. dead orange alerts annoy the bedroom gate.
the poems, like text-straps,
soothe and protect, and beautify the insect click.
city noise, screeching car-things,
grandmothers in fractured finery
a perfect day to taste a dogs coat. / puppy lust, n' luck
corrective licking strategies.
she motion for a light curious / to the invasive fix. -- eyeliner