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Orson Welles
05:15
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Citizen Self
In a voice made wood
Called in for help
On the 24-hour crisis hotline
Says, "Time is but sand
Wherever I stand
Terra firma dreams of ocean"
Take my hand, lead me on
Twist my arm 'til I understand
Say it's all in fun, oh, lead me on
In the slave and master 2-step
Citizen Self
In a voice made of glass
Called in for sex
On the all-night erotic connection
But it's never enough
It's never complete
I need some greater stimulation
Take my hand, lead me on
Twist my arm 'til I understand
Say it's all in fun, oh, lead me on
In the slave and master 2-step
In the slave and master 2-step
Oh, Orson Welles
I don't want to know
Oh, Orson Welles
Take my hand, lead me on
Twist my arm 'til I understand
Say it's all in fun, oh, lead me on
In the slave and master 2-step
The slave and master 2-step
In the slave and master 2-step
Oh, lead me on and on and on
Oh, lead me on and on and on
Oh, lead me on and on and on
In the slave and master 2-step
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You went out last night and had nine drinks
I stayed at home to dream
You went out last night
And I stayed at home to dream
On the telephone you said
Life is too short to waste on dreams
Without a trace of regret you said
Life is too short and death is forever
You went out last night, I had nightmares
I saw the flash, I saw the bomb
You went out last night
And I dreamt we all died
On the telephone you said
Life is too short to waste on dreams
Without a trace of regret you said
Life is too short and death is forever
This morning when you called from the jailhouse
I said I didn't really mind
You were mistaken for a petty thief
As you left your mark on Haight Street
And I stayed at home to dream
You said life is too short and death is forever
You said life is too short and death is forever
So, I'll do what I want and I'll say what I want
No, they can't take that from me
It's my own body, and it's my own mind
And they can't take that from me
They can't take that from me
They can't take that from me
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Oh, honey bee
My skinny arms ache to hold you
Please, honey, please
Do big men really run the world?
Do big men?
Do big men?
Do big men really run the world?
I know I'm a junkie
I need you more than you want me
But, oh, sugar girl
Do big men really run the world?
Do big men?
Do big men?
Do big men really run the world?
Jesus, tell me
Do big men really run the world?
You know who?
You know who
Was a human ashtray
Do big men?
Do big men?
Do big men really run the world?
Oh, in my wildest dreams
I hold you in my skinny, honest arms
Do big men?
Do big men?
Do big men really run the world?
Jesus, tell me
Do big men really run the world?
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Requiem for a Golddigger
04:44
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Yours truly despairs
It wouldn't be fair
If no one ever cared
So I'm at your grave to declare
A special kind of love
Just me and you, shameless
It's a simple thought for a simple god
And the beautiful big dipper
My, my
My requiem for a golddigger
It's a simple thought for a simple god
And the beautiful big dipper
My just revenge, my clever friend
My requiem for a golddigger...
Requiem for a golddigger
Requiem for a golddigger
La la la
La la la
La la la
One less golddigger
In the heavens you are finally one
With the stars and the sun
And I picture you dancing there
With the moon burning in your hair
Like the only jewel you couldn't steal
The only love I ever thought was real
My, my
My requiem...
Requiem for a golddigger
Requiem for a golddigger
My requiem for a golddigger
My requiem for a golddigger
La la la
La la la
La la la
One less golddigger
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Mermaid of Marin
05:25
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10 PM from the headlands, you get the view
Breaking dawn on Black Sand Beach, you feel the naked truth
Looking for the future, wading toward Japan
Vanishing between the cresting swells, she says,
"Give me back what's mine"
Mermaid of Marin, you're the burning bridge at the back of my mind
Mermaid of Marin, in the swallowing, swallowtail tide
Signatures on seashells, souvenirs for shore
Entangled in economy, she swims until she's sore
Then up against the future, I reached out for her hand
She declined. She says,
"Give me back what's mine"
Mermaid of Marin, you're the burning bridge at the back of my mind
Mermaid of Marin, in the swallowing, swallowtail tide
Mermaid, mermaid...
Whispering, "Give me back what's mine"
Whispering, "Give me back what's mine"
You're the burning bridge at the back of my mind
Mermaid of Marin, in the swallowing, swallowtail tide
In the tide…
In the tide…
Whispering, "Give me back what's mine"
From the headlands, you get the view
From the headlands, you get the view
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Devil-Ache on O'Farrell
03:19
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Two shots of gin, I'm all lit up
I guess I'll never know
When enough is enough
Cold sweats on a dark street
A foreign city, a frozen night
Think about mom, think about dad
Well, I think I'm alright
But the devil-ache of loneliness
Seldom leaves the bones of the angry
Leave me alone
Thought I was a walking picture
Beginning to happen
Then I found myself stuck somewhere
Between desperate and drastic
And the devil-ache of loneliness
Seldom leaves the bones of the angry
Leave me alone
BUT DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE
O'Farrell and Hyde
O'Farrell and Jones
O'Farrell and I feel the whole of my life
Come pounding in my bones
Then late that night in the last available diner
Entrusted conversation with a strange gay man
He promptly stole my lighter
Two shots of gin, I'm all lit up
I guess I'll never know
When enough is enough
But, is it ever enough?
Is it ever enough?
Is it ever enough?
And the devil-ache of loneliness
Seldom leaves the bones of the angry
Leave me alone
BUT DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE
But don't leave me alone
But, is it ever enough?
Is it ever enough?
is it ever enough?
Is it ever enough?
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Myself a Living Torch San Francisco, California
By turns surreal, beautiful, arch, and melancholic, MaLT’s sonic adventures explore the meaning of love and role of sex in a failing, depersonalized culture. Literate enough for lasting relevance, tuneful enough for disposable pop; dark, sometimes heavy, but always with sly humor and a dash of hope. Active in SF CA between 1991 and 1993 ... Credit Louis-Ferdinand Céline for the incendiary name. ... more
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