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Turkish and Domestic
04:57
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Turkish and Domestic
Where to start? Let me explain to you what I knew
About the threat without and the threat within, let us begin
Come, come, here up on the bridge, watch the last of my fleet sink
But don’t be scared, this is not a real boat – it’s just a plot device
I hear it’s very nice in Venice – very nice
Old man with a young wife – very nice
Oh that, going bleep bleep bleep, no it’s not a fish finder
It’s a baby MRI scanner, digital eggtimer
Cos the tide’s going out, it ain’t coming back, my little necromancer
And that pain between your shoulder blades – is that the T-bar rows or is it maybe cancer?
Air raid sirens, cell phones chiming, every Black Death advancing – Turkish
Cat-curled on the box seat, those long legs like they’re made for dancing – Domestic
Last mast slips beneath the waves in this phoney war
I bought my captain’s ticket in a dollar and dime store
And so the threat without has passed, and the other is in you
But someone’s been telling lies
Yes, someone’s been telling lies
And love’s got a ticket to ride on murder’s New Jersey rollercoaster
And we were never bound for Cyprus, we were dead before we left the harbour
We are Turkish and Domestic
We are Turkish and Domestic
And the best of your intentions that you Fed-Exed are lost in transit
Set up the gallows in the town square
Fire up the kiln on the Grassmere
They’re gonna hang for this, they’re gonna burn for this
They’re gonna hang and burn – Turkish
Sealed with a righteous kiss, with a righteous kiss
With a righteous kiss – Domestic
When you cannot lie but the truth’s unwanted
What is left for you my love?
When you never lied, but that doesn’t matter
He will come for you my love
Ring the alarm, the marauding fleet (now underwater) is on our doorstep
Washed up in pieces on the beach
But your last question, yeah, had already been answered
Are we Turkish or Domestic?
Are we Turkish or Domestic?
And your worst indiscretion
Was bowing down to a power you once thought was benevolent
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This Land Wasn’t Made For You and Me
Start the car and break my heart if you believe
That I doubted you when I just doubted me
We’ve been driving every road to any sea
Maybe this land wasn’t made for you and me
And I call out your name
And it’s like I just found you
And lost you again
What if you turned off the headlights as we speed?
Take your hands off the wheel, put them on me
We’ve been driving any road to every sea
Baby, this land wasn’t made for you and me
And you call out my name
And it’s like you just found me
And lost me again
And I call out your name
And it’s like I just found you
And lost you again
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3. |
Passing Through
04:05
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Passing Through
Ride…
I have three minds that pull three ways
So who wins out on a given day?
I see you want to blame, you want me to pay
But who you’ll talk to, who can say?
You were just passing through
You don’t know what you do
Ride…
So you want to come ride in my car?
Like Christine – except it’s blue
Does that mean I don’t read Stephen King?
Or I ain’t no copycat and yes I do?
Bury me in sight of my own home
They’ve left the lights on – but they don’t know
I’m content to know you’re out there still
And if you can…then you will
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4. |
Dry Land
03:16
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Dry Land
Little slow tonight…
Lloyd, I’ve seen better service
In bars that were really sets
Yeah, just assembled for the cameras
And I’ve seen fewer lies
Strewn through these screenplays of deception
Than I read now in your eyes
Than I see through your intentions
And we took little vows of silence
To avoid any verbal violence
With the best of our time behind us anyway
And the road behind, we’re still driving
Looks different but the same old highway
That you said was ever only my way, never yours
So what do you want me to say that I haven’t said?
What do you want me to do with you as we drive into
This dry land?
Prohibition’s here: so just stop whatever you’re doing
Might have worked for you then
Back when whatever you wanted
Kid at the Hermitage
Cigarette machine in the lobby
In thrall to the lighted brands
Wishing for some coins to play with
And we took little vows of silence
To avoid any further violence
With the best of our time behind us anyway
And the road behind, we’re still driving
Looks different but the same old highway
That you said was ever only my way, never yours
So what do you want me to say that I haven’t said?
What do you want me to do with you as we drive into
This dry land?
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5. |
Are We Good?
03:32
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Are We Good?
Got my ticket from the parking thing
The barrier arm came up and I parked up
Put my fucking mask on, made the terminal semi-conscious: fucked up
Pissed my general rage at the populace against the wall beside the urinal
What’s with people in airports?
What’s with this life when you don’t want to buy a slice?
Have I even earned it?
Is it even worth it?
I know I gave birth to it
But did I even mean it?
And if she regrets it
Is there any recompense that I can make
That would be good enough?
Am I even good enough?
Am I good?
Are we good?
Made it home with a six pack
That seemed to provide an outline through to night
Night came with its own bag of tricks
And so here I am again in the morning light
Seen so many dawns like this before
Is the kicker that gets you through to night
Have I even earned it?
Is it even worth it?
I know I gave birth to it
But did I even mean it?
And if she regrets it
Is there any recompense that I can make
That would be good enough?
Am I even good enough?
Am I good?
Are we good?
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6. |
The Infinite
02:51
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The Infinite
The infinite is finite now
Is that such a bad thing now baby?
You were more afraid when it didn’t hurt
Less scared in the days of maybe
Shine a light on where you fall
Make it better for the moment
The infinite is finite now
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7. |
Stop at Nothing
03:51
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Stop at Nothing
I bought a bomb shelter – the most expensive kind
Plenty of room for you if you’re so inclined
Smaller than the smallest house
Definitely larger than the largest coffin
It’s the middle way: the middle underground
And if I never even get to use it
I know they’ll say, Christ he was prepared
He was so well prepared for almost anything
So how come? So how can he be dead?
I guess he wasn’t well in his head
I guess things weren’t right in his bed
But you’d better believe he’s sorry now
Or else what are we doing?
Or else, are we going downstairs?
I hear you could live for thirty years or more down there
If you cared to
Lot of coin for something you can’t see
A lot of time in the hole
Long day with the hired crane man
Now I hear your footsteps overhead
Hear you call out my name
Sounds not so much far away as long ago
And if I never even get to use it
I know they’ll say, Christ he was prepared
He was so well prepared for almost anything
So how come? So how can he be dead
I guess he wasn’t well in his head
I guess things weren’t right in his bed
But you’d better believe he’s sorry now
Or else what are we doing?
Or else, are we going downstairs?
I hear you could live for fifty years or more down there
If you had to
You tell me you’ll stop at nothing
Well, everybody stops at nothing
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8. |
All My Mother
09:45
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All My Mother
What’s the big beat up on lies?
Lies are just the story you felt like telling at the time
And lies, they can change your mind:
Make you see that they were right and you were wrong
Most of the time
My favourite one has to be: things look better from a distance
Well that’s the only view I’ve had
Seems the entire budget’s been torn to shreds:
Paid over to a bounty on my head
This establishing shot was pretty well established
Long before we ever met
Your landscape loves the camera
But I fear the human element is one you may regret
But now all my…
And all the crime’s off-screen but it walks back in as you walk back out on the street tonight
Have you ever thought of ‘love interest’ as an oxymoron, a paradox that falls in flight?
Drama and disaster: validation for the leading man, if you can stand him
Let’s feed him his own intestines until he admits his best lines were never in the script
Nor were they natural talent: they were the fine print in a redacted contract
Which if you ever find, you’ll discover my name listed as a party to this
But now all my…
I’ve been so long undercover I can’t remember any other life before this
I know I was at your audition – telling you to undress first, then we’ll tell you about the role
I also played the state trooper in the marshland
Late on the second day when they found you
A dis-establishing shot, shot low to take in the burn of the city skyline
Just another dead actor, making love to their own cellphone camera
Checked your folks at the service, in between a beer and several of those catered sandwiches
Your folks were pretty much like those: edges cut, white bread, filled with what the fuck you don’t know with
Had you up there on the screen: 2, 7, 17, 23: so that’s a life then
Nothing funeral IT couldn’t rustle up for a grand or 3 – and so that’s a wrap then
But now all my…
Decamped to the car to smoke and reflect on my only three words to you: take it off
To be honest, I expected better…but it’s all in the expectation anyway
On a whim, I trailed your motorcade to the clifftop ashy dust dance for a laugh
Full frontal Pacific…on reflection, you were still a potential romance
Totally miscast though, I have to say in your role as a human freelance
I’ll head back to my den, find your screen test reel
And we can have that last dance
But now all my…
But now all my mother’s coming out of my eyes
I’ve been so many men, told so many lies
But now all my mother’s coming out of my eyes
I’ve been so many men, told so many lies
But now all my mother’s coming out of my eyes
I’ve been so many men, told so many lies
But now all my mother’s coming out of my eyes
I’ve been so many men, told so many lies
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9. |
When I am King
02:19
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When I am King
When I am king
I will do whatever you say
Don’t want to be resented as one of those kings
Who was just born this way
I’ll have an escape hatch, if you will:
A private jet with a seat reserved for you
We’ll fly to the islands where they filmed
The cigarette ads that informed our youth
We’ll be the ones who just walked away…
To embrace the sun and the king sized filter tip…
But before I go,
There’s a couple of things that I’d like to do:
Let’s can the hangings in the town square
OH YEAH
Get that shit back indoors where it belongs
And free farms for all
Just bring your own sheep
When I am king…I can do anything
Fuck it:
Cancel everything
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