lyrics
the principle of secrecy is a machine
engaging the confessions of spontaneous mutations
the mark of savagery demands preliminary investigations
written techniques that preserve the suffering body
the truth is murdered on the scaffold of justice
the idea of shame is a pretext for revenge
to refuse origins dismantle anxiety
his hand serves a new thought
the brutal increase of substitutes
the hatred that everything is
failing the real attracts forceful natures
some people can’t be relied on
we know and know and know we know ...
but look no further
the big things escape us
the little things repel us
sofa legs are heaped on a cloud aiming
the painted panoramas the decent militant glooms
denim-style entanglement parking mountains by the ocean
glamour back and forth a suckling pig of plenty
a plague of hungry ghosts
descend on the world’s most excited city
somebody’s high dark tambourine across the piano night
hourglass mutant mock berlin rhythm
incredibly flat
where morning fades
the moving targets and ground up days
the heavy straights strummed
with big hands and a dope spigot
to work the busy spills
like a mouth sweat rubber tree
friday, and i’m virtually fashion
year after reckless year day after reckless year ...
somebody’s high dark tambourine across the piano night
engaging the confessions of spontaneous mutations
the mark of savagery demands preliminary investigations
written techniques that preserve the suffering body
the truth is murdered on the scaffold of justice
the idea of shame is a pretext for revenge
to refuse origins dismantle anxiety
his hand serves a new thought
the brutal increase of substitutes
the hatred that everything is
failing the real attracts forceful natures
some people can’t be relied on
we know and know and know we know ...
but look no further
the big things escape us
the little things repel us
sofa legs are heaped on a cloud aiming
the painted panoramas the decent militant glooms
denim-style entanglement parking mountains by the ocean
glamour back and forth a suckling pig of plenty
a plague of hungry ghosts
descend on the world’s most excited city
somebody’s high dark tambourine across the piano night
hourglass mutant mock berlin rhythm
incredibly flat
where morning fades
the moving targets and ground up days
the heavy straights strummed
with big hands and a dope spigot
to work the busy spills
like a mouth sweat rubber tree
friday, and i’m virtually fashion
year after reckless year day after reckless year ...
somebody’s high dark tambourine across the piano night
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from Whatworld,
released January 1, 2000
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