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Third Man on the Moon
now i am a saint a worried stone i aint astral traveller
now i am a cat what you think about that? a nerve unraveller
wandering in a parking lot on a rainy afternoon
now I am an astronaut third man on the moon
now i change my voice i aint got no choice for survival
taking you to the place where no one got a face show you your rival
wandering in a parking lot on a rainy afternoon
now i am an astronaut
third man on the moon
Counting Horses
if you've found your way o.k.
there is one thing left to say
i would love to hear your pretty voice just singing choruses
time has done all it can do tearing parts of me and you
i would love to see you sitting smiling pacifying
crying just passing the time
you're losing the reason that you need to be alive
never mind that sound again when it comes around again
will you run for cover cash it in or think it over?
nothing could give you the slip oceans drinking from your lips
eyes as tall as mountains never sleeping
crying just passing the time
you're losing the reason that you need to be alive
Major Lance
Major Lance have you forgotten where the beauty lies?
Amongst all things between all things is where the beauty lies
A Wish for a Fish
hey riding hood i smell blood and my hands are shaking
it’s so tight it ain’t right are you there for the taking?
christ seekers look into the sand
I wash that blood right from my hands
run far away from the place where you came
run far away from the place where you came
hey little fish got a wish? got a thought for the ocean?
I’ve got time lay it down I’ll pay good for the notion
gotta run gotta hide gotta run gotta hide
Christ seekers look into the sand
I wash that blood right from my hands
run far away from the place where you came
run far away from the place where you came
Scatagoria
the pill with a will the crush or the pull
the shepherd that leads brahma into the bull
with our eyes to the ground like a divining rod
a pulse that is weak for failing odds
Scatagoria
baby wake up baby don’t cry
now if I wasted my wish in a flash you'd understand why
natural law supernatural call
i could go spiraling up to see what's on top of it all
Scatagoria
High noon Amsterdam
get your black suit on and be a son of a bitch
i need a scratch from the hand of the ass that sold me the itch
it's a big sell out its a big party
high noon amsterdam time and the action is free
ain’t no debutante ball ain’t no sweet sixteen
stuck my nose in the rose in the hole and it smelled like a dream
it's a big sell out it's a big party
high noon amsterdam time and the action is free
Corpus Scorpios Electrified
chant necromonicus:
spirit of the planet of time
spirit of the wandering waste
the last city of the sky
the gates of the secrets of time
spirit of the wandering waste
the last city of the sky
planet of time
the gates of the astral gods
spirit of the planet of time the last city of the sky
he eats cake with a rake eats rice with his toes
ate his children up too as everyone knows
don’t fuck with his trailer don’t look at his nose
hit his marylou burned his fire hose
slick back in your hair
sit back m your chair
just curse all the world there's nobody there
got clipped for his chin got lynched for his clothes
not bad for a libra not bad for his clone
i don’t know why I'm lost in time
killer on the road
no way out I’m open wide
repeat chant necromonicus
Deep in the Hole
here's a song from deep in the hole
here's a song from deep in the hole
la la la la la la la la la
something for free something for you
something for me from out of the blue
something is wrong something is right
something has called from out of the night
what does it mean? why do you need to know?
here's a song from deep in the hole
here's a song from deep in the hole
la la la la la la la la la
sick from the sea sick from the air
sick from the view ain’t nobody there
just want a taste to feel like i did
the night that you came to the hole where i hid
when they let you down it's all you need to know
here's a song from deep in the hole
here's a song from deep in the hole
la la la la la la la la la
Roof of the Shed
spending the day on the roof of the shed
telling myself i'd be better off dead
hung on the line no sense of time
stuck in the crack of dawn breaking your bread
all this for nothing's the one thing i dread
fading away in the afternoon sun
no clouds to hide in and no where to run
me and my friends true to the end
one left to bury and one to offend
i'm leaving to lie in my sizzling bed
but don‘t cry for me it's all in my head
we've got the lights on we've got our eyes shut
standing in line for a trip to the sun
no one returns here and nothing gets done
why is it over before it's begun
hear it again fear it again i but don’t cry for me it’s alt in my head
we've got the lights on we've got our eyes shut
Shotgun Son
when they come the hear the shotgun sing
and it shines just like a diamond ring
can’t wait to see what the night will give
the wind hits hard where the losers live
white light white light
they're talking about a war again
settling a score again about salt and rain and babies born
about paying back and being scorned
white light white light
shotgun son
shotgun run
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