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Zodiac Player V1
04:20
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Zodiac player plays hopscotch on her knees
Pain displayer, she makes me see
The beautiful inside the obscene
When she says:
I don't owe you a straight answer
I'm a Capricorn, I'm Aquarius
And I will devour you like a Cancer
I'm an open door
Are you curious enough to come inside?
Zodiac player plays trick or treat with fate
Shows me her fine line, her love and hate
And she becomes my persuader
When she says:
I don't owe you a straight answer
I'm a Capricorn, I'm Aquarius
And I will devour you like a Cancer
I'm an open door
Are you curious enough to come inside?
Give me your godspeed
Your secrets and keys
Glide with me on this frontier
It's what I need to become
A liberated man
I don't owe you a straight answer
I'm a Capricorn, I'm a Cancer
Aquarius, Sagittarius, nefarious angel whore
I'm an open door
Are you curious enough to come inside?
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She smiles when she eats sushi
She wants to talk about sex
In the cab it's not that easy
In the club it's not that hard
She laughs at the tortured singer
Says he's a Jesus mess
But he's one of my favorite singers
She says he's just repressed
Charming the pants off of Lucy
With all the skill of Camus
Oh, I'm charming the pants off of Lucy
Though I don't know what good it's gonna do me
When I barely can keep the blood beneath my skin
Two too many in the Orbit Room
And we're on the love seat
One more in the Cafe du Nord
And we're hand in glove
Lights dim down to a whisper
Use your imagination
Lights off and I'm uneasy
Lights off and I'm…
Charming the pants off of Lucy
With all the skill of Camus
Oh, I'm charming the pants off of Lucy
Though I don't know what good it's gonna do me
When I barely can keep the blood beneath my skin
On my skin, oh, my skin, on your skin
On your skin, on my skin, all over my skin
On your skin —
When we barely can keep the blood beneath our skin
Arch lovers and pale stars
Play Misty for me
But I know why the wind blows
A sweet song for the lonely
A sweet song for the lonely…
I'm charming the pants off of Lucy
With all the skill of Camus
Oh, I'm charming the pants off of Lucy
Though I don't know what good it's gonna do me
When we barely can keep the blood beneath our skin
On my skin, oh, my skin, on your skin
On your skin, on my skin, all over my skin
On your skin —
When we barely can keep the blood beneath our skin
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Show Me a Pearl
04:23
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Instant karma cannot get me
I've already been had
Don't tell me you feel sorry
For the future that I never had
'Cause anymore I don't have the time
Anymore I…
I want the sacred cow
I wanna hear it laugh
Bring me the golden egg
I want it painted black
I'd be less cynical if I knew how
Show me a pearl and I'll dive
Oh, I'll dive
You are eloquent when you lie
Your three plus three keep adding up to five
I need answers to questions about poverty and hatred
But now you don't have the time
"I see a line of cars
And they're all painted black
With flowers and my love
[But] never to come back"*
I'd be less cynical if I were dead
Show me a pearl and I'll dive
La la-la, la la-la, la la-la
Show me a pearl and I'll dive
Now I don't have the time
Now I don't have the time
Oh, now I don't have the time
I want the cleansing rain
I wanna feel it fall
Bring me the Hindu truth
I wanna know it all
I'd be less cynical with a million in the bank
I'd be less cynical if I knew how
Show me a pearl and I'll dive
La la-la, la la-la, la la-la
Show me a pearl and I'll dive
Show me a pearl and I'll dive
*Michael Philip Jagger, "Paint It Black"
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If I were a woman
I'd run for the presidency
If I were a man
I'd vote me in
Vote me in
Vote me in
Vote me in
Vote me in
I've got brave ideas
I'd rewrite the laws
I've read modern scholars
And I've understood them all
Vote me in
Vote me in
Vote me in
Vote me in
I'd print lots more money
Have rocket rides for kids
Make the darkness seem like sunshine
I'd print lots more money
If I were in office
I'd promise the stars
If I had the power
There'd be Ferris Wheels on Mars
We'd all tour the moon
Life would be explained
Death would not be feared
And there'd be no more pain
I'd print lots more money
Have rocket rides for kids
We'd survey the Milky Way
To see just where it ends
I'd print lots more money
I'd print lots more money
I had a dream, a flying dream
We were all free, we saved the Earth
We kissed the clouds, had drinks with Zeus
He confessed there was no truth
And I fell...
I'd print lots more money
Have rocket rides for kids
We'd survey the Milky Way
To see just where it ends
We'd travel at the speed of light
In search for intelligent life
I'd print lots more money
Yeah, I'd print lots more money
Vote me in
Vote me in
Vote me in
Vote me in
Vote me in
Vote me in
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Sleepwalker
04:37
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On the lips
The young widow's kiss is empty
Then she smiles
And she lights the fire of progress
The law of falling bodies forgot you
And all of deep space was a promise
Sad talkers cut you down
Sleepwalker, don't make a sound
Ill wishers will bring us down
Sleepwalker, don't make a sound
Oh-oh, sleepwalker
Oh, don't make a sound
Oh-oh, sleepwalker
The law of falling bodies forgot you
But all of deep space was a lie
Sad talkers cut you down
Sleepwalker, don't make a sound
Ill wishers will bring us down
Sleepwalker…
Oh-oh, sleepwalker
Oh-oh, sleepwalker
Oh-oh, I know too well human nature
Sad talkers cut you down
Sleepwalker, don't make a sound
Ill wishers will bring us down
Sleepwalker, don't make a sound
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Puny Soul
03:44
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Hello, my sweet little cloud
Who makes up the sky?
Oh-oh, and when you're so high
Do you see we don't forever shine?
I have decided I won't be told
"No slice of heaven for your puny soul"
I have decided that I'm in pain
I would love to see you again
No, no —
No tattoos for me
You are the chance I'll change my mind
And, oh-oh, you are the hope
For a brighter way to mark the passing time
I have decided I won't be told
"No slice of heaven for your puny soul"
I have decided that I'm in pain
How can I see you again?
I wanna see you again. Hello
I wanna see you again. Hello
I wanna see you again. Hello
I wanna see you again. Hello
Sweet, sweet, sweet tiny light
Of course you are the missing hours of night
But don't even think you're haunting me
You're dead. And me?
I have decided I won't be told
"No slice of heaven for your puny soul"
Are you delighted that I'm in pain?
I would die to see you again
Hello. Hello
Hello. Hello
I wanna see you again. Hello
I wanna see you again. Hello
I wanna see you again. Hello
I wanna see you again. Hello
And goodbye
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In Venus Fur
06:25
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I zip my ankle boots up
Inside the storm of Susan
I am suspended in a whirlwind
She puts the Venus Fur on
The higher heavens turn on
I set my grip in her headwind
Warm, soft and aching
World is cruel outside
So warm, soft and aching
She is universal light
She has the Venus Fur on
Becomes the loss of reason
I'd lose my meaning if I had one
She comes in waves of purple
Creates a sweet new chaos
Kaleidoscope and perfume
Warm, soft and aching
World is cruel outside
So warm, soft and aching
She is universal light
The Venus Fur
The Venus Fur
Warm, soft and aching
She is my universal light
The Venus Fur
The Venus Fur
Oh, you come true
In Venus Fur
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Simon Says Be Sad
03:53
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The smell of love is on parade
A perfume of promise
The smell of love is on parade
Again...
I don't want to hear that blind man sing
— Costume and flowers
Songs are lies lifting the fight
From the good people
Don't tell me about love
'Cause my messy feelings won't love
Simon says be sad
And when Simon says be sad
I'm sad, you're sad, we're sad
With all the weirdos in the world
And all our radical views
— Subversive, perverted, political
Who is safe with love?
Don't tell me about love
'Cause my messy feelings won't love
Simon says be sad
And when Simon says be sad
I'm sad, you're sad, we're sad
It makes me sick to feel so sour
But times like these are my better hours
I've lost my hope
And I'm afraid to believe
I know I'm weak and I'm a coward
I'd trade my eyes for honey power
Or at least...
At least to believe
I want to believe
I want to believe
I want to believe
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Forced into the faux paneling
An inscription I had some trouble handling
Hold me, hold me, hold me
Hold me, enfold me
Enfold me in your rubbery arms
The future so bright and gold
Has come and gone and left me
Cold, cold and desperate
I am shy
You are shy, too shy
My elevator etiquette suffers
My elevator etiquette is slipping
And the future so bright and gold
Has come and gone and left me
Cold, cold and desperate
I am desperate
Outside, inside, inside out
There are 21 floors of scissors scrapes
And paper cuts; a few simple steps
To realize it's not enough
And the future so bright and gold
Has come and gone and left me
PS — Warm regards
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Days of Suede
04:49
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I am a pirate
You are less than treasure
Is this adventure?
Or is it even cool
If I sail your empty sky?
You are a mirror
I am less than handsome
Please bring it nearer
Could this be love
If a ghost is all that I can see?
We sleep until noon in a dusty cocoon
And we say, we say we've got it made
We swallow the time like a blood-thirsty wine
These are the days, the days of suede
The days of suede
The days of suede
The days of suede
The days of suede
Oh, we've got it made
I am an ulcer
You're a glass of milk
Questions are the answers
To all my questions
Still I thank you for all your sticky help
We sleep until noon in a dusty cocoon
And we say, we say we've got it made
We swallow the time like blood-thirsty wine
These are the days, the days of suede
I am a spaceman
Without an orbit
I'd sell this tin can
If I could afford it
So I sail your empty sky
We sleep until noon in a dusty cocoon
We swallow the time like blood-thirsty wine
We stare down the moon through the sunshades of doom
And we say, we say we've got it made
Oh, the days of suede
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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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