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The Fine Art of Self Destruction
Album - 28 ottobre 2002 - Debaser id 63533

di Jesse Malin

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Queen of the Underworld (03:42)
Jesse Malin • The Fine Art of Self Destruction
You say you want a revolution
Something you can touch
Like an age old contradiction
With alcohol and lust
And all the things you have are broken
And you can't go back if they've moved
From dysfunction to this function
You know I'm singing just for you

Queen of the underworld
Took a ride on the tilt-a-whirl
Meanwhile another girl

Out on the street you hear their laughter
And pretty green eyes have turned to blue
Everything you've heard I've gotten
Persecution's nothing new

Queen of the underworld
Took awhile baby to unfurl
Meanwhile another girl
Queen of the underworld

I never got an invitation
Never heard too much
I'm gonna make a reservation
But I'm not in a rush

And all across this alien nation
Or in a town called Resume Speed
Out on the highway of perfection
We only wanted to be free
Queen of the underworld, etc.
Don't turn around
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Downliner (04:10)
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That's the way you know the story goes
Between euphoria and the afterglow
I don't believe in what the good book says
I close my eyes and then I go to bed

With funny memories and a broken nose
Lots of baggage and not much clothes
The shrink the gypsy the poet the priest
Everybody wants to be released

And I know time was gonna change us
So slow life would rearrange us

Lately it's alright
Down here with me
People at midnight pretend their free
Maybe it's all gone
I'm holding on

Ooh it ain't so funny after all
Ooh it ain't so funny after all we've been through
Ooh it ain't so funny after all

That's the way you know the story goes
A box of flowers decompose
And you and me you know we don't talk much
It's hard to handle something you can't touch

And I know time was gonna change us

Lately it's alright
Down here with me
People at midnight pretend their free
Maybe it's all gone
I'm holding on

How was I to know
The future's black as coal?
How was I to see if you were still with me?

Downliner
Down to the sea
Downliner
Down here with me
Downliner, etc.
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Wendy (03:27)
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Wendy left me all alone
No postcard or telephone
Wintertime down by the beach
In a jukebox bar way out of reach

She liked Tom Waits and the poet's hat
Sixties Kinks and Kerouac
Through the night her tailights fade
Her selection never played

I don't know I don't know I don't know why
Checkin' the tears and the light in your eyes
I don't know I don't know I don't know
If my little baby will make it alone

Wendy took me with a smile
Country lips and Bacall style
Through Tangiers or to Bombay
Her self-portrait in the USA
I don't know I don't know I don't know why
Checkin' the tears and the light in your eyes
I don't know I don't know I don't know
If my little baby will make it alone

Dreams
Dyin' slowly
We don't want to be alone
Dreams
Dark and holy
We don't want to be alone

Thinking the things that I can't erase
Hole in my heart and a gun in my face
Feeling the things that I can't describe
I don't know I don't know I don't know why

Dreams
Dyin' slowly
We don't want to be alone
Dreams
Dark and holy
We don't want to be alone

Wendy
Let down
Wendy
Get down
I don't know I don't know I don't know why, etc.
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Brooklyn (04:35)
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The last car on the line
I guess you're back doing time
The ghost of Christmas past
Left Walt Whitman in the trash

You started out with nothing but lonely days
You used to like the sad songs of doom and gloom
You started with nothing but throwaways
You couldn't live with me so you moved to
Brooklyn

Artificial desserts
Some have cars some have kids
Hit the pathmark after work
Some never been past the bridge

You started out with nothing but lonely days
You used to like the sad songs of doom and gloom
You started with nothing but throwaways
You couldn't live with me so you moved to
Brooklyn

I sometimes lie awake until sunrise
Wondering how we become what we despise

No more couches to surf
Only beaches in your dreams
No more trannies near work
It's still a drag walking in Queens

It's all blood money in the bank
Somehow some people find the nerve
Like the soldiers they thank down in DC
If I could only find the words
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The Fine Art of Self Destruction (03:54)
Jesse Malin • The Fine Art of Self Destruction
I'm a witness to the sickness
In a place I call my home
On the weekend hit the deep end
With the secrets that I own
Like an old song with a new girl
She never gets the jokes
But you need her so you bleed her
For the image it evokes

Lonely process
Only process
I will make it up to you

Took a long walk
For a tall boy
Sinking down in the couch
Playing new wave like the old days
Put the barrel in your mouth
Like a sad man when he's deadpan

Never knew a work of art
Or a father with his children
A marriage that blew apart

Lonely process
Only process
I will make it up
I will take it up to you

Oh the old time TV movies
Thinking you got it made
Like a dancer with a desk job
A dee-jay with a list to play

I'm an old whore
In a thrift store
Looking for something black
Like a bad dream when you come clean
Hoping that you'll come back

Lonely process
Only process
I will make it up to you
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Almost Grown (03:04)
Jesse Malin • The Fine Art of Self Destruction
My parents split up in the first grade
My father never did come back
My sister liked John Travolta
But I wanted Billy Jack

Throwing things off of the rooftops
40 buildings all the same
My mother took a job as a waitress
Swimming in the divorce age

When you're all alone
And you're all alone
When you're all alone and you're almost grown

Me and Holly snuck into night clubs
The politics of punk rock church
We were so idealistic
But somehow only saw the worst

When you're young and violent sick and silent
Hoping just to be admired
Water seeks its level of pain
And you're all alone
And you're all alone
And you're all alone
And you're almost grown

Some old friends retired too
But they still laugh about me and you

My mother's ashes went into the ocean
Scattered on a windy day
She used to like Frank Sinatra
Cigarettes and JFK

Some retired some expired some were meant
To be admired for a moment at a young age
But I don't care what they say others went and got away
I just want to see her again

When you're all alone
When you're all alone
When you're all alone
You're almost grown
When you're all alone and your heart is stone
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Xmas (03:36)
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Christmas is coming down
Ten dollar bill in my pocket
I let my baby down
I want to blast off like a rocket

People are on my way
Children await the surprise
I tried to hide my face
I tried to stop my eyes

I made my baby cry
I made her say goodbye

And the winter keeps coming back
As the rain begins to fall
And I know you're not coming back
But I had to make the call
You say you're not far away
You want to stay in touch
Well I could blame this holiday
But I miss you much too much

I tried to make it clean
Something inside wouldn't listen
My angel we walked in the snow
I woke from the dream you were missing

I made my baby cry
I made her say goodbye
And the winter keeps coming back
As the snow begins to fall
And I know you're not coming back
But I had to make the call

Maybe you're with someone else
And he's holding you tight
My reindeer that disappeared
I still hope you're alright

Christmas is coming down
People are on my way
It was sunny when I got out
To the street where the trees all lay

Christmas is coming down
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