1. |
Hey Na!
00:35
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Hey-Na! Who-Na!
Who-Na-Hey!
Hey-Na. Who-Na
Who-Na-Hey
Hey-Na! Who-Na!
Who-Na-Hey! YAA!
Hey-Na. Who-Na
Who-Na-Hey
Who-Na! Who-Na!
Who-Na! Hey!
Who-Na. Who-Na.
Who-Na. Hey.
Who-Na! Who-Na!
Who-Na! Hey! YAA!
Hey-Na! Who-Na!
Who-Na-Hey!
Hey-Na! Who-Na!
Who-Na-Hey!
Gotta Hey-Na. Who-Na
Who-Na-HEY!
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She is running through the forest
She is falling on her knees
She is stepping over pinecones
She is climbing up the trees
She is looking for
She is looking for
She is looking for
The world outside her door
She is rolling down the hilltop
She is rolling in the breeze
She is rolling ever faster
Getting lost inside the leaves
She is looking for
She is looking for
She is looking for
The world outside her door
Sewed in the middle of
A Pillow of desire
Getting lost
Inside the leaves
A Pocket full of sunlight
In a forest full of envy
Getting lost
Inside the leaves
And the magpie
On the branch
Is giving her a lecture
Getting lost
Inside the leaves
But the topic of
His ranting is a
Matter of conjecture
Getting lost
Inside the leaves
He says -
You can pack for work
You can pack for a vacation
And don’t forget the keys
But what bags do you pack
For your mind’s disintegration?
When you’re lost
Inside the leaves
She is looking for
She is looking for
She is looking for
The world outside her door
She is looking for
She is looking for
She is looking for
The world outside her door
And the lovely lost creature
Running deeper in the forest
Getting lost
Inside the leaves
Digging like the devil
In the earth, in the earth
Getting lost
Inside the leaves
A solitary figure
Getting smaller
By the moment
Getting lost
Inside the leaves
Something drops
Through the clouds
In the dawn light
Of the morning
Getting lost
Inside the leaves
And her hands
block her eyes
From a light
through her forehead
Getting lost
Inside the leaves
Because a comet
From the sky
Burned a crater
Through her forehead
Getting lost
Inside the leaves
And the ants
Bow their heads
At the bottom
Of the orchard
Getting lost
Inside the leaves
Beads of sweat
On her brow
As her mind
Leaves its orbit
Getting lost
Inside the leaves
Fall away
Fall away
Let your mind
Fall away
Getting lost
Inside the leaves
A million years
In the making
And it’s such
A lovely portrait
Getting lost
Inside the leaves
As her face
Turns to stone
And her tongue
Becomes an orchid
Getting lost
Inside the leaves
She is looking for
She is looking for
She is looking for
The world outside her door
She is looking for
She is looking for
She is looking for
The world outside her door
She is looking for
She is looking for
She is looking for
The world outside her door
She is looking for
She is looking for
She is looking for
The world outside her door
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Catch a fleeting glimpse
Of a shimmering vibration
The image of a baby
In suspended animation
He slipped into the void
Through a vortex intersection
And his little white bonnet
Was his only protection
Little baby boy
Let him play
Out in the Milky Way
Anita stands alone
In her fortress of desire
In a house full of tears
And her heart on fire
She weeps all day
And she weeps all night
Till the sparkles in her tears
Turn the darkness into light
Little rays of light
Shower down
Onto her dressing gown
The sun comes up
On another fine morning
And out from the curtain
Comes a beetle crawling
She grabs him off the rug
With his little feet squirming
And eats him all up
In her belly burning
Little spastic god
Tastes so good
Just like you
Knew he would
Anita had a vision
Anita had a vision
Anita had a vision
Anita had a vision
Anita had a vision
Of the folly of her heart
Inside a song
And she taught it
To the birdies in
In the branches
On the lawn
And they didn’t
Understand it but
It made them
Bow their heads
And they sang
Out the chorus
Through their feather
Breasts of red
And it went like this!
When my god bites the mount
With his head in a tether
Pulls me down to the ground
Yet I love him forever
Bodies come unbound
Come unbound
Slither and slide around
And we writhe in the grass
For a moment of pleasure
Till our lips turn to dust
When we press them together
Little clay gods
Lips of clay
Crumble and fall away
Through the spout
On his back
All the air is escaping
And his head drops down
On his body deflating
Little leaking spout
Leak right out
Up from the inside out
Little insect god
All messed up
That’s why you
Ate him up
Little falling dreams
Cast away
Into a summer day
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4. |
Bright Penny
04:24
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Benny the Bright Penny sez:
"Please don't think I'm SQUARE
If I look ROUND at you!"
Agatha calls as she
Claws at the walls
Of her grave
Twisting and turning
And laughing and
Burning insane
Mouthing the words
As she quietly calls
Out your name –
Benny!
Come on Benny
You’re a real bright penny
In a world of change
Sitting in the locket
Of a dead girl’s pocket
On a silver chain
You da Buddha!
You could be the Buddha
Or a six-gun shooter
On a wagon train
Or a trilobite swimming
Through a petrified ocean
On a mountain range
You da ruler!
You could be the ruler
Of the papers and the
Pencils in a desk top tray.
Benny!
I’m the little girl buried
In the ground next to Benny
But I can’t explain
All the passion that
I feel in the sound
As we listen to the falling rain
Catch the raindrops, Benny!
Catch them on your tongue!
Come on Benny
You’re a real bright penny
In a world of change
Sitting in the locket
Of a dead girl’s pocket
On a silver chain
All the angels in heaven
Would drain out the sea
For the thing that is
Buried right next to me
And the unicorn’s horn
Would bore into the tree
For the thing that is
Buried right next to me
Scatter blood drops of envy
That burn through the leaves
For the thing that is
Buried right next to me
Even Marilyn Monroe
Would fall on her knees
For the thing that is
Buried right next to me
And her head would
Unlock like a skeleton key
For the thing that is
Buried right next to me
And the golden hair drop
From her head to her knees
For the thing that is
Buried right next to me
All the birdies
In the tree tops
Bow their heads down
For the thing that is
Buried right next to me
All the moon men
In the craters
Bow their heads down
For the thing that is
Buried right next to me
All the microbes
In the carpet
Bow their heads down
For the thing that is
Buried right next to me
Blaze Away-hey
Ah! Blaze Away!
For the thing that is
Buried right next to me
Blaze Away-hey
Ah! Blaze Away!
For the thing that is
Buried right next to me
Blaze Away-hey
Ah! Blaze Away!
For the thing that is
Buried right next to me
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Big red dwarf
And big black hole
Light years come
And epochs go.
In the universe
You got all kinds of stuff
From Saturn's rings
To Martian dust
You got Pluto cold
And Mercury hot
And General Tommy
The astronaut!
General Tommy
The astronaut!
His mother's womb
Is his favorite spot
His eyes don't see
The supernova pop
In the darkness of
His mother's twat.
Light years come
And epochs go
But he's very,
Very happy
In his mother's hole.
Bop, bop
Bob-ba-de
Bop-bop...
And it don't
Mean nothin' that
He can't see.
No, it don't
Mean nothin' that
He can't see.
Oh, it don't mean
Nothin' that
He can't see.
'Cause mother's heart
Is close to thee.
Mother's heart
Is close to thee.
Oh, mother's heart
Is close to thee.
Ou-waa, Ou-waa
Ou-waa, ou-waa...
Look he's flying!
Ou-waa, Ou-waa
Ou-waa, ou-waa.
Wheee!
His eyes don't see
The supernova pop
In the darkness
Of his mother's twat
Light years come
And epochs go
But he's very, very
Happy in his mother's hole.
Ou-waa, Ou-waa
Ou-waa, ou-waa.
Ou-waa, Ou-waa
Ou-waa, ou-waa.
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6. |
The Dust Mite
03:16
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His thoughts are exploding in daydreams
That expand and contract as they fall
They squeak in and out of the bedsprings
As they fall from his head through the floor
I cannot return to the dresser drawer
Falling
Or crawl through the pillows and carpet floors
Falling
I’d rather be out in the evermore
Falling
And swim with the fish on the ocean floor
The dust mite crawls over the window
With no one to feel his despair
He taps on the glass in the moonlight
He cannot go back to his lair
I’m the plant growing over the garden wall
Falling
With nothing to lose or be sorry for
Falling
Burn up my flesh on a shooting star
Falling
I’m trapped like a fly in a mason jar
Falling
Moments forever emblazoned
Are spinning around on a thread
Twirling through layers of fragments
From the dreams turning round in his head
I’m the pilot, the scout and the bombardier
Take me away
In an epoch of mirrors and chandeliers
Take me away
That explode in instant and then reappear
Take me away
With nothing to do but to persevere
The clock on the wall strikes at midnight
But time has no meaning in here
No reason to count by the hours
No minutes, no seconds, no years
Please take me away from this windowsill
Take me away
Bathe my head all in gold like a daffodil
Take me away
Let me sing in the trees like a whippoorwill
Take me away
And ride on a leaf in the autumn chill
Take me away
Take me away
The dust mite grows still on the window
And calmly accepts his demise
The dream of his body is ending
Yet the stars are reborn in his eyes
The stars reborn in his eyes
And the sun and the moon in his eyes
All the heavens ablaze in his eyes
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7. |
Overcoat
03:01
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She giggled at the garden’s end
Obscured behind a flower stem
Behind the house where the old man lived
She drove him crazy, yes she did
As the clock began to chime
Planets standing in a line
You came dancing through the wall
Dressed in red, inside a shall
It’s in my head
Your overcoat
It was red
Your overcoat
Inside my head
Your overcoat
Every night and every day
Out of space outside of time
A pixie dancing on the floor
Then you ran beneath the rug
When I opened up the door
It’s in my head
Your overcoat
It was red
Your overcoat
Inside my head
Your overcoat
Every night and every day
When I lifted up the rug
And I found a tiny door
Little steps too small for me
Down too far for me to see
It’s in my head
Your overcoat
It was red
Your overcoat
Inside my head
Your overcoat
Every night and every day
They don’t believe the thing I saw
In the tavern where I go
When I leave I hear them laugh
Twisted branches in the road
It’s in my head
Your overcoat
It was red
Your overcoat
Inside my head
Your overcoat
Every night and every day
It’s in my head
Your overcoat
It was red
Your overcoat
Inside my head
Your overcoat
Every night and every day
In the summertime
Your overcoat
In the wintertime
Your overcoat
She is running wild
Your overcoat
Every night and every day!
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8. |
She's on the Left Side
03:47
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She’s flying off the freeway
Like a shattered piece of glass
She landed on the hillside and she’s
Tearing through the grass
Screaming down the mountain
In the Land Of Lost control
We’re headed towards the ocean
And there’s nowhere left to go
She’s on the left side
I’m on the right side
She’s on the left side
Oh do-do-doddle-doddle!
She’s on the left side
I’m on the right side
She’s on the left side
Oh do-do-doddle-doddle!
She ripped out all the flowers
And she threw them on the street
Then she knocked me out
And tied me to the seat!
She don’t know how to drive
She don’t know how to drive
She don’t know how to drive
She don’t know how to drive
She don’t know how to drive
She don’t know how to drive
She don’t know how to drive
She don’t know how to drive
She shakes a daffodil at the sun.
“Mother, dear mother,” she cries.
“I lift my stem towards you!
And my little yellow petals
Blown away one- by- one, in the breeze!”
She’s on the left side
I’m on the right side
She’s on the left side
Oh do-do-doddle-doddle!
She’s on the left side
I’m on the right side
She’s on the left side
Oh do-do-doddle-doddle!
Nina Ballerina
All the men adore
Legs so nimble
Dancing on a thimble
Buried for an epoch
Sealed in the ice
You can’t make
Her go away
Her frozen heart
Will not decay
She’s on the left side
I’m on the right side
She’s on the left side
Oh do-do-doddle-doddle!
She’s on the left side
I’m on the right side
She’s on the left side
Oh do-do-doddle-doddle!
She’s spinning in a
Circle like a zombie
In a trance
Headed backward toward
The freeway for another
Big romance
“Love ME! See ME!
Love ME! See ME!”
She screams, as they plunge headlong into the oncoming traffic.
“But didn’t I? Haven’t I?” he says.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!
Pull over! Stop this car this instant!”
“Yes, Mr. Elephantopolous,” say all the little children in the world, waving to him on the hillside. Hopping, skipping, jumping, making snow-angels on the hillside.
“Shut Up!”
“Yes, Mr. Elephantopolous,” say all the little babies, screaming in their bassinettes.
“Drop dead!!!”
The freeway is life
The freeway is life
The freeway is life
And we don’t know what to do
The freeway is life
The freeway is life
The freeway is life
And we don’t know what to do!
The freeway is life
The freeway is life
The freeway is life
And we don’t know what to do!
The freeway is life
The freeway is life
The freeway is life
Ou-ah
Ou-ah
Ou-ah
And we don’t know what to do!
Ou-ah
Ou-ah
Ou-ah
And we don’t know what to do!
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9. |
Twister
03:24
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Sister, little sister
She was born in a twister
Sucked up in the spire
And tossed into the fire
Let her ride
Let her ride
Let her ride into the light
Let her blow your mind
She’s the best you’ll ever find
In the corner of the bed
She slowly turns her head
You thought that
you were dreaming
And this is what she said:
I’m the light
I’m inside
I’m the teardrop in your eye
That you never cried
Inside the dust mite cast aside
Just a minute and
I’ll show you how it works!
“Put the birdcage by the window
So that the bird can see the sky
Better to look than not to
Even if it hurts.” *
Sister, little sister
She was born in a twister
Sucked up in the spire
And tossed into the fire
Let her ride
Let her ride
Let her ride into the light
The lady magnified
On your magic lantern slide
On your magic lantern slide
Angels falling from the sky
To the doorstep where they died
And that’s the truth inside a lie
*Klaus Kinski
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Standing in the doorway
Falling down the staircase
Crawling through the window
Nobody there
Running through the garden
Trample down the bushes
Jump into the ocean
Nobody there
She was sitting in
A chair beside the bed
She was staring
At the books
She never read
And all the lives
That she had never led
And all the lies
That she had ever said
And the knife
Inside her chest
That never bled
When the birdy
Blew the notes
Outside the shed
And suddenly her
Parts became unwed
Her heart began
To float above the bed
Her eyes were only
Hanging by a thread
She was retrofitted
With another head
Electrified
Something different
Lying there beside me
I’m petrified
She changed her mind
She changed her mind
But I didn’t
Oh, I didn’t
No, I didn’t
Running in the night
With the wind
On your golden hair
Out the door
To the bottom of
The broken stairs
And your heart’s
burning up
Just like a
Rocket flare
Shine down
Like a moonbeam
Falling through
A window
And your husband’s
Standing in the doorway
With a gun that’s
Pointed towards
Your boyfriend
And the bullet’s
Flying at your
Boyfriend
And the body’s
Falling down the
Staircase
And the music’s blaring
On the radio
All the people singing
On the radio
And you try to yell
But they can’t hear you
‘Cause every-one is
On the radio
And no one hears you
On the radio
All the people dancing
To the radio
And the body’s twitching
To the radio
TRANSMISSION
by Joy Division
Dance, dance, dance,
Dance, dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance,
Dance, dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance,
Dance, dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance,
Dance, dance to the radio
Well I could call out
When the going gets tough
The things that we learnt
Are no longer enough
No language just sound
That’s all we need know
To synchronize love
To the beat of the show
And we could dance
Dance, dance, dance,
Dance, dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance,
Dance, dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance,
Dance, dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance,
Dance, dance to the radio
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11. |
The Pig is Sleeping
04:32
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Shhh!
The Pig is sleeping!
Shhh!
Sunlight poured out from her face
Bestowed on him her tender grace
She suckled him when he was born
From her beating heart was torn
Lovely, lost
Lovely, lost
Lovely, lost
Lovely, lost
They hung his mama from a tree
She cried so loud it shook the leaves
And in that moment the barnyard stopped
And filled with horror as the little pig watched
Lovely, lost
Lovely, lost
Lovely, lost
Lovely, lost
He hid behind the wooden shed
And through the broken fence he fled
He ran from all the things he dread
He ran so hard his footprints bled
Lovely, lost
Lovely, lost
Lovely, lost
Lovely, lost
Late at night he fell asleep
And dreamed of a
Mountain tall and steep
With frozen toes on cloven feet
He climbed up toward the mountain peak
Lovely, lost
Lovely, lost
Lovely, lost
Lovely, lost
Trapped in the fire of insanity
Your broken mind can set you free
“I’ll banish all the world from me!”
Yelled the pig, to the mountain
As he fell on his knees
“Humans call me ‘pig’ not me!!”
Lovely, lost
Lovely, lost
Lovely, lost
Lovely, lost
Shaking swirling joy and rage
He crawled within a darkened cave
And sang inside the ancient stone
Through crooked teeth a song unknown
Ouuuu-woo
Woo-wo
Ouuuu-woo
Woo-wo
Ouuuu-woo
Woo-wo
Ouuuu-woo
Woo-wo
From caverns deep to endless sky
All the creatures heard him cry
O’er the lonely land where
Piggy grow’d, in forgotten fields
Of crumbed bones
Ouuuu-woo
Woo-wo
Ouuuu-woo
Woo-wo
Ouuuu-woo
Woo-wo
Ouuuu-woo
Woo-wo
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