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Cherry-coloured FunkBills and aches and bluesAnd poor little everything else But still more unstable Eyes of glass Not get passed off through my bird lips As good news Still being cried and laughed at from behind Don't fall behind this From this much I've missed Bills and aches and blues And bills and aches and blues Bills and aches and blues And poor little everything else But still more unstable Eyes of glass Not get passed off through my bird lips As good news You'll hang the hearts black And dull as the night You hanged your past and start being As you in ecstasy Still being cried and laughed at before Should I be sewn and hugged? I can by not saying Still being cried and laughed at From light to blue And should I be hugged and tugged down Through this tiger's masque? And should I be sewn and unbroken By not saying? You mind not saying? You'll hang the hearts black And dull as the night Still being cried and laughed down from behind these formed beasts You hanged your past and start being As you in ecstasy Still being cried and laughed down from behind these formed beasts Should I be soon and hugged? I can by not saying Still being cried and laughed down from behind these formed beasts Hugged and tugged down through this tiger's masque I've made (The bold portions of this excerpt were recited by Elizabeth as part of a 2007 BBC Scotland presentation on "The Best Scottish Albums of All Time.") Pitch the BabyIt don't have to be too good for youOnly up to the waist-deep end Pitch the baby She doesn't even know you're Sleeping up as we see her our sun Hear the language Come dress your baby Only hope to not bust somethin' Here I want to grow And keep her warm Man there must be something We've not found I only want to love you I only want to love you It don't have to be too good for you Only up to the waist-deep end Pitch the baby She doesn't even know you're Sleeping up as we see her our sun Hear the language Come dress your baby Only hope to not bust somethin' Here I want to grow And keep her warm Man there must be something We've not found I only want to love you It don't have to be too good for me I only want to love you It don't have to be too good for me I only want to love you I wander through the streets Thinking I'll fill their hearts with some sugar As everyone seems to notice Everyone says you favor me |
Iceblink LuckI'm seeming to be glad a lotI'm happy again Caught, caught in time Expose the doubter, arm yourself with me And defend your prize You're the match of Jericho That will burn this old madhouse down And'll not throw open like a wall-not-safe More like a love that's a bottle of exquisite stuff has You, yourself and your father Don't know so, but in your own ways You're really both bonesetters Thank you for mending me, babies You're the match of Jericho That will burn this old madhouse down And'll not throw open like the wall-not-safe You would seem more like being from That same bottle of exquisite stuff is You are the match of Jericho that will burn This old madhouse down And not throw open like the wall-not-safe You yourself and your father Don't know so, but in your own ways You're really both bonesetters Thank you for mending me, babies (Thanks to Phil Graves for help with portions of this!) |
Heaven or Las VegasPull him awayJealous so with me Go there for new For new things there Singing on a famous street I want to love; I've all the wrong glory Am I just in Heaven or Las Vegas? But you're much more brighter than the sun is to me He's a hustler It's a role he'll never make suit Hang on to this Stay and stay and fail and fail Pull him away Jealous so with me Go there for new For new things there Singing on a famous street I want to love; I've all the wrong glory Am I just in Heaven or Las Vegas? You're so much more brighter than the sun is to me Reaching this itch in my soul Is like any good playing card Must be why I'm thinking of Las Vegas Why it's more brighter than the sun is to me Carnivals are bluster loud I'm dizzy so I go under the Big Dipper Come fantasy for a carnival How fitting before a wedding Singing on a famous street I want to love; I've all the wrong glory Am I just in Heaven or Las Vegas? But you're much more brighter than the sun is to me Reaching this itch in my soul Is like any good playing card Must be why I'm thinking of Las Vegas Why it's more brighter than the sun is to me Maybe then you will swear This is hardly personal I suspect I'm singing to a tune And still find that beats singing to you soon (Huge thanks to Larry Lowe and Mary Springowski for their contributions!) |
FotzepoliticMy dreams are low, they're sick and must be drossedThey're a young girl's dreams True, some do it and shoot Like the barely-lit stars But I was just rude Like the scary hairs on our singing hoof Like the scary hairs on our singing hoofs They cough A fairy fool Girl it's you I can spoon inside me When I'm set in my fate A coloured star, but I feel strong That when found me only to drowse And then when I'm empty-headed See and saw Bounce me back to you, will you? See and saw Bounce me back to you, will you? Or will you? My dreams are low, they're sick and must be drossed They're a young girl's dreams See and saw Bounce me back to you, will you? See and saw Bounce me back to you, will you? Or will you? See and saw Bounce me back to you, will you? See and saw Bounce me back to you, will you? See and saw Bounce me back to you, will you? Will you? (Repeat) |
Wolf in the BreastUnder my shirtHalf to a muscling The tainted road Time he chimes Then go on If my body Puzzles to trick me I lend it out to borrow Mine to find My baby's cries Laughing on our bed I've pretended I flew away Especially when Our rough angel Unleashed the pain If my body Puzzles to trick me I lend it out to borrow Mine to find My baby's cries Laughing on our bed I've pretended I flew away Especially when Our rough angel Unleashed the pain I feel perpetual I feel perpetual I feel perpetual I feel I feel perpetual True blue and real I feel, I feel True blue and real And I feel all of it I've pretended I flew away Especially when Our rough angel Unleashed the pain I feel perpetual I feel perpetual I feel perpetual True and real |
Road, River and RailReally far awayThough those choices can't be told Naked and caught on the Île de la Cité Oh holy pew is of eleventh century Full of shame and a fearless decay Formed into an angel From some flower Fabulous and dreamery Flame on the crown in her influence From out of the Bayeux See him with hair pulled Blue pants suit and no waist Through Paris we'd stroll From out of the Bayeux My destiny Seventeen my mind was seized Into the fold When you weren't feeling hated then No boiling thirst It was a focus of adjectives Road, river and rail So unblemished and natural As mother's daughter Today she'll follow road, river and rail (Special thanks to Hugh Legister for portions of this transcription.) |
Frou-Frou Foxes in Midsummer FiresA buckler noosedIs guarding the wrist How they righteous be A war I may lose Close in to save us A fire drake's ignitions They turn infant's breath My milk and wrap to baby In day and night to come A buckler noosed Is guarding the wrist How they righteous be A war I may lose Close in to save us A fire drake's ignitions They turn infant's breath My milk and wrap to baby In day and night to come out of And soothe all things ad nauseum Someone tried to put her out of My blazening eyes I'm not used the signs of cherry-coloured funk But now this music is plain as I can reason All that I turned down Because I might have chose to Run from any one of them Now vanity gone From something sweet nothings I'm mostly in flame Not open, no passion That wait for spring's over The young that was accursed I'm losing the stares I nested to find you A buckler noosed Is guarding the wrist How they righteous be A war I may lose Close in to save us A fire drake's ignitions They turn infant's breath My milk and draught to baby And day from night took over it all And soon all things outlast you And open the air and your eyes Because all things outlast us I had nested to find you Someone tried to put her out of My blazening eyes I'm not used the signs of cherry-coloured funk But now this music is plain as I can reason All that I turned down Because I might have chose to Run from any one of them |
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