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Immaculate Conception
07:54
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5000 years ago
My young and beautiful face
I am lovely with erosion
I have a head full of earth and whispers
Heaven, where a bed is cheap
I have slept on rocks
I have slept on ocean
Where these things are concerned
I have no opinion
My mother is the phantom
In a dream full of lies
I answer calmly with no emotion
These hands full of earth
I who have rarely existed
In a state of relaxed euphoria
I who am detached
I who am weak
I who am detached
I who am weak
Where these things are concerned
I have no opinion
5000 years ago
My young and beautiful face
I am charming and delightful
And fun at parties
I have a head full of grass and sand
I have slept on a bed of moss
Where these things are concerned
I have no emotion
I who am oblivious
I who am eternal
I who am oblivious
I who am eternal
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I feel like a strange collector
Of blank masks with idiot eyes.
I’m on an icy river
And I don’t know where I’m going
But I feel the lonely water
Moving around the world
I’m moving with the water
I try to find the words
I let the water take me
Where I need to go
It’s all I need to think about
It’s all I need to know.
I move around, move around, move around
I move around, move around, move around
There is an icy vision
I feel the eyes on me
The celestial virgin
Is making faces at me
It doesn’t really matter
I’m in the underworld
There is a perfect circle
Into which I’ve been hurled
So I let the water take me
Where I need to go
It’s all I need to think about
It’s all I need to know
I move around, move around, move around
I move around, move around, move around
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Listen in to the sun inside
It’s burning to get out
Beat the drum, let it coincide
Leave no more room for doubt
Telephone to the spirit world
And hang on every word
Take the time to get in line
Now you speak what you have heard
Fill the hours of the night
Shake the shackles from the day
Clench the eyeteeth on the mouth
Shape the answers far away
Comes in curves and it comes in lines
Comes in circles on the air
Press your face up against the wind
Till the edges start to tear
Black nights, warm feelings
Black nights, tall ceilings
Dark nights in strange places
Dark knights, with black faces
Listen in to the sun inside…
Beat the drum, let it coincide…
Black nights, warm feelings
Black nights, tall ceilings
Black nights in strange places
Black knights, with dark faces
Black nights…
Black nights…
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She black face, she back in the kitchen
Break down the door, no one around
Knock at the window, don’t make a difference
She drop dead. She don’t make a sound
She am a wigwam woman
She going crazy, fall out of the bed
Down in the basement playing with matches
She’s in the dark with a needle and thread
She like to go out shopping
She like to peel her skin
She gonna break down sobbing
She look so frail and thin
She got a mouth on fire moving at half speed
She am a wigwam woman and she know what I need
She got a nightmare vision sleeping in her throat
She got her heart in a pocket of her dead animal coat
She take a bath in the morning
Feel like a fish in the sea
She comin’ up from underwater
She making faces at me
She am a wigwam woman
She going crazy, fall out of the bed
Down in the basement playing with matches
She’s in the dark with a needle and thread
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The Grandeur
03:22
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Insects hover in the night
Monks walk through a blazing fire
Fat ladies are feeling tight
Ball gowns for the schoolboys’ choir
Shapely ladies rubbing thighs
Baby Buddha walks the wire
Liberace in a swarm of flies
Falls asleep with the bed on fire
Oh…
Oh…
Ghostly laughter among the trees
Spirits hover through the fourth dimension
Alfred Jarry’s on his knees
Knows no pain, but he feels the tension
Falls down, can’t stand up
Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder
Fat man overfills his cup
Body frozen, but the mind will wander
Oh…
Oh…
Oh, the grandeur of it
Oh, the grandeur of it all
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I feel like a strange collector
Of blank masks with idiot eyes.
I’m on an icy river
And I don’t know where I’m going
But I feel the lonely water
Moving around the world
I’m moving with the water
I try to find the words
I let the water take me
Where I need to go
It’s all I need to think about
It’s all I need to know.
I move around, move around, move around
I move around, move around, move around
There is an icy vision
I feel the eyes on me
The celestial virgin
Is making faces at me
It doesn’t really matter
I’m in the underworld
There is a perfect circle
Into which I’ve been hurled
So I let the water take me
Where I need to go
It’s all I need to think about
It’s all I need to know
I move around, move around, move around
I move around, move around, move around
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Find the faces of the statues in the hall
See them come to life and crawl
Down the stairway to the pool beside the gym
Slide in for a midnight swim
See the skeletons in closets by the door
Open your eyes and explore
Won’t you please invite them over for some tea?
You know their hearts and minds are free
Mona Lisa weeps beneath a moonlit sky
Marcel Duchamp discovers why
Some say it’s because she has a hot behind
Her mustache has made her blind
As the rooster eyes the axe upon the wall
Ancient echoes distant call
Easter Island heads are rolling on the floor
Laughter rings forevermore
Wait for me
Look for me
Stay with me
Eternally
Wait for me
Look for me
See though me
Completely
Wait for me (overseeing)
Look for me (overhearing)
Stay with me (overlooking)
Eternally
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The picture keeps on going. It never leaves the screen. I’m in and out of sequence, and I’m floating in-between. I look out of the window. I see the world gone mad. I take another picture and I paste it to the pad. I look up an acquaintance. A thousand years ago, we lived among the tundra in a tiny bungalow. A life of grey illusion. A life that’s crystal clear. A hundred lives between us, neither there or are we here. I sense a subtle movement, a stirring in the past. I watch the circles circle endlessly inside the glass. A passport through the limelight, into a world unknown. Like ice into the mirror melts into the ether zone. I walked a million pastures. I died a thousand deaths. I walked a hundred highways and I breathed the hidden breaths. I shape this glass impression against a waterfall. I felt the deaths infinite through the long enchanted hall.
I’m in the pocket of a doctor on a holiday cruise, and I would tell you all about it but it’s yesterday’s news. She be a rhinocratic woman in a red leather dress. She talking backwards in the dark where she come to confess. The priest is looking out the window where he’s shaking his head, because he thought he’d heard it all, he can’t believe what she said. I’m in the pocket of a doctor on a holiday cruise, and I would tell you all about it but it’s yesterday’s news.
I said the picture keeps on going. It never leaves the screen. I’m in and out of sequence, and I’m floating in-between. I look out of the window. I see the world gone mad. I take another picture and I paste it to the pad. I look up an acquaintance. A thousand years ago, we lived among the tundra in a tiny bungalow. A life of grey illusion. A life that’s crystal clear. A hundred lives between us, neither there or are we here. I shape this glass impression against a waterfall. I felt the deaths infinite through the long enchanted hall. A passport through the limelight, into a world unknown. Like ice into the mirror melts into the ether zone. The picture keeps on going. It never leaves the screen. I’m in and out of sequence, and I float in-between.
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Zrubient One AM
02:29
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Zru Vogue San Francisco, California
Official website of ZRU VOGUE. // Avant-Pop, Art-Funk, Surrealist Indie Rock from the San Francisco Bay Area. Zru Vogue's first single "Nakweda Dream" (1981) is an early post-punk classic. Band members Andrew Lawrence Jackson, Rick Cuevas, and Patrick Coyne continue to create inspired new music for postmoderns. ... more
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