1. |
Book Of Matches
03:34
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THE BOOK OF MATCHES
Let us read from The Book of David
Let us read from The Book of Acts
Let’s read from The Book of Matches
Paragraphs of ash
Let’s read from The Book of Leeches
Let’s read from The Book of Note
Let the stumps deliver speeches
from the slits in their bloody throats
Let’s read from The Book of Matches
Let’s burn every word
Strike reverse on The Book of Matches
And the birds overhead overheard
Tear the pages from The Book of Needles
A braille message in the tracks
Let us read from The Book of Ages
Never looking back
Let’s read from The Book of Matches
Let’s burn every word
Strike reverse on The Book of Matches
And the birds overhead overheard
Tear the pages from The Book of Flames
While the boys in the bathroom scrape
I’ll be here sitting in the window
Light them up on the fire escape
Let’s read from The Book of Horrors
Let’s read from The Book of Song
Poverty at it’s best persuades us
To deploy our vicious arms
Let’s read from The Book of Matches
Let’s burn every word
Strike reverse on The Book of Matches
And the birds overhead overheard
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2. |
The Stockade
06:10
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THE STOCKADE
I’m a man who
Rolls to his own drum
I get beat on like a drunk timpani
My last words
will be ‘I’m still alive’
Uttered long after I end you
I was drinking before you were born
And I’ll pour one on your grave
Now you see me now you don’t
Now you don’t see a thing
The rain rains rain
and Brahms is in my brains
‘The Hunter’ is cursing through my veins
I sleep in
I sleep in the past
I must go in the fog is rising
I was drinking before you were born
And I’ll pour one on your grave
Now you see me now you don’t
Now you don’t see a thing
Just 2 cheap pills
And my lips are hummingbirds
Past is my luck and well being
Buy me a beer son
So that my last words
Can be ‘oh that’s nice and thank you’
I was drinking before you were born
And I’ll pour one on your grave
Now you see me now you don’t
Now you don’t see a thing
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3. |
Captain Fuckpants
03:35
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CAPTAIN FUCKPANTS
Captain Fuckpants
Is a scourge on this city
& The girl in the meat dress
Is on live TV
& the moon went down on the feral streets of London
& my nose bled all the way to Pittsburgh
Senator Shitheel
Is a captial case
He took a baseball bat
To the capitols knees
& the moon went down on the Meryl Streeps of London
& I sang about the poor in Singapore
Out of many we are one
But you’d better bring your gun
Captain America
He broke the rules
On the feral streets of London
& my soft heart bleats
Until it makes the papers
So i’ll tie one on in Taiwan
Out of many we are one
But you’d better bring your gun
Governor Stickfigure
Is the wings of the city
We float his boat in an Impeachable way
& the moon went down on the feral streets of London
And my nose bled over flyover country
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4. |
Still Not Souled
03:46
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STILL NOT SOULED
I’d like to find
a place for myself
I’d like to find
a place of my own
To leave this world
To fend for itself
To leave this world
to fend for it’s own
I’ll leave this world
My soul to save
I’ll leave this world
I shall be brave
The wine I drink
Goes streaming down
The lines on my face
The place where I drown
And my face
Is as old as time
And that time’s not mine
And at times i’m fine
Like wine
She smiles at me
And simply stares
I sleep on the staircase
Stand on the chairs
I don’t know what
I met her for
A metaphor
The lines on my face
And my face
Is as old as time
And that time’ ain’t
And at times i’m fine
Like wine
Words & Music by Dillon/Merritt
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5. |
Stupid Bird
04:28
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STUPID BIRD
Stupid bird
Tweets all day
Stupid bird
Got nothin’ to say
Stupid bird
Hanging’ out in the sun
Stupid bird
Not foolin’ anyone
It’s a Trojan Horse
That’s gone off course
That stupid horse
Is hoarse of course
That Trojan Horse
In his idiot shoes
They’re bound to him
Like you’re bound to lose
I’m losing touch
In touch with my mind
I feel like a bug
The shell has left behind
Stupid bug
Rollin up in a ball
Stupid bug
Not foolin’ me at all
Wherever you wander
Wherever you roam
Keep your eye on the doughnut
And never on the hole
Words & Music by Dillon/Merritt
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6. |
Blue Guitar
02:43
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BLUE GUITAR
You play upon a blue guitar
You do not play things as they are
This as they are have changed
When I play them on my blue guitar
I cannot stand the words you said
Your blues have got me seeing red
Your words are all in vain
Why they’re laid upon Your dying bed
Not only are you doing nothing
You’re doing nothing wrong
You dance upon a broken string
That won’t permit your suffering
Your suffering is strange
When played upon my blue guitar
Words & Music by Dillon/Merritt
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7. |
5 In Gold
03:32
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5 IN GOLD
I dreamt the number 5 in gold
Among the rain
Among the lights
He bent his head against the cold
But he’s still young
And burning bright
My time ain’t long
I’m halfway there
But I’m still standing
On the stair
The number 6 a silver train
That speeds uptown
To seven’s reign
It’s engine sings a song to you
A rhapsody
That’s wrapped in blue
My time ain’t long
I’m halfway there
But I’m still standing
On the stair
My middle 8
You put me on my heels
I don’t like how it feels
I’m falling’ down the stairs
Just so you’re awares
I’ve been to church
I’ve been to school
I balanced on the golden rule
But I fell down for all to see
The number 8
Infinity
Words & Music by Dillon/Merritt
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8. |
Small And Good
04:18
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SMALL AND GOOD
I was born small and good
Punch me out
Nothing happens
To my neighbors
To open me
Tear at the perforations
They are everywhere
There’s gonna be a war
There’s gonna be a war
There’s gonna be a war
And it’ll be fun
Words & Music by Dillon/Merritt
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9. |
Funeral Parts
03:41
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FUNERAL PARTS
I woke up with my mind
On last night’s chill (x2)
Thinking you might leave
Me on the windowsill
I woke up with my mind
It was a runaway train (x2)
Bent on excuses
I deleted
I should have told you my friend
This candle burns at both ends
I’m a man of detail
And funeral parts (x2)
Empty carlots
And dark arts
I should have warned you friends
This candle burns to the end
I woke up with my mind
A dark memory stove (x2)
I found the art of facts
In the artifacts
And while you wait your turn
This candle burns
I’m a man of detail
And funeral parts (x2)
Wendy Carlos
And Karl Marx
Words & Music by Dillon/Merritt
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10. |
Go With Gone
03:56
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GO WITH GONE
Naked encounters
With suicide pacts
Violent admissions
Of the lack of facts
Taken aback
By a stab in the back
Sometimes it’s not the singer it’s the song
And the only place to go from here is gone
Brilliant submissions
By cynical hacks
Hysterical emissions
From the old smokestacks
It’s not the wall
It is the crack
Sometimes the words you’re singing’ come out wrong
And the only place to go from here is gone
It’s not the heat
It’s the humility
Salting out my eyes
What I need to see
It’s not the login’
But the win that you lack
Sometimes that’s not the only thing that’s wrong
And the only place to go from here is gone
In advance of
Of a broken arm
Nothing left to chance
Nothing to discard
And now this sermon
Feels it’s running’ rather long
Remember it’s the singer not the song
And the only place to go from here is gone
Words & Music by Dillon/Merritt
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• PAUL DILLON (Miracle Falls, Sparklehorse, Mercury Rev)
• JASON MERRITT (Whip, Timesbold),
• JEFF MERCEL (Mercury Rev, Ultraam,
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