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Il Pavone D'oro
04:43
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Sanguine vintage trampled by the hooves of swine god makes the grape but the devil makes the wine A keen eye grapples with a gifted nose
sommelier of gutter talk and neoteric prose
culled from the tablets and tomes fermented blood from ancient stones a lewd heart beats counterpoint
to an practiced tongue
high-born lackeys and base Svengalis compute the sum
the corsos and the campos
are host to buggeries
of every exhelerating form
a hierarchy of illicit cravings
and erogenous capitulations consecrated in wine and verse Paedicabo ego vos et irrumabo Puella defutata
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Equinox at Cefalù
03:08
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queen operator
dispense your revenge
your shadow tastes like
my favorite affair
I have this graven image in my head
bedlam copulation on your abattoir bed
dig your heel into this life of ease
I loathe the safety of safe as milk fantasies
your whisper crawls like mercury up and down my spine my resistance token the clocks all broken
so you can take your time
for the sake of auld lang syne
Poison flower, tell ya the truth:
I've got a hankering for your tender abuse
beneath the din of popping Champaign
we'll teach each other the ecstasy of
proper measures of pain
when you were virgin and of blood of blue,
did those libertine novels ever beckon to you?
sample the beat, learn to improvise, orgasms and dingy lies what bliss can solve the mannequin spirit devours and denies roll back your eyes
if i could sculpt you into something perfectly obscene
to set asaide for my demonic days
I'd make you a touch more beautiful
and ONLY slightly less depraved
if I could sculpt you into something more respectable
to bring home for the holidays
I'd wash the wax and confetti out of your hair
new years day:
sun sneaks into your twenty something trust fund room
with Ophelia's flawed plans, framed on your walls
none of which I'll ever be a part of.........
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4. |
Suicide, Italian Style
03:58
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the man behind the wheel on Amalfi and into the gaping maw
deciphers the nuance of destiny
grappa soaked
fevered brain of chase
and in this ancient place
kiss the stone faces of ancient family
guided by suicide follow the dharma repressed
last lap in the land of siesta and guiltless culinary sex
stateless weightless bitter crescendo
watch him,see how he flies! seared synapses
speed-shifting the turns as he dies
and time collapses
the guy who dies in an accident understands the nature of fate a flood of uncertainties is the oder of the day
stateless weightless bitter crescendo
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5. |
DigitalEvil
03:05
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Strung across space like a nagging headache this machine eats time and shits out people dull and fat a full of dumb ideas
makes me wish there really was a god
to smite these imbecile-fadels
If wisdom is divine the world is evil
DigitalEvil
The great mass of humanity just makes me tense
and if there were some other way to secure an audience i'd snuff out the sun and let the darkness commence
If wisdom is divine, the world is evil
DigitalEvil
A contest of breaths and the beating of hearts
I've been biding my time till your spirits depart
Song upon song yet they fall on deaf ears
My favorite rhapsody is a blanket of tears
I'll be still standing here after all of you disappear
if toil is divine the world is evil,
DigitalEvil
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6. |
The Man Who Never Was
04:11
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A choking rainbow reminds him: There is peace after you die
The Man who Never Was
And he hides the scars that lay claim
to the times that he has tried
The Man who Never Was
And a host of tragic women gave him their hearts but the heart has no hold over his mind
"cause life's made him invisible and unkind
He has no loyal lineage to look back fondly upon The Man who Never Was
No friends or family to morn him when he's gone The Man who Never Was
And a band of true believers offered their time but time is a treasure that he cant seem to find seasons pass like lines on his face
no one should be lonely
there is still time for
The Man who Never Was
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7. |
The Soft Side Of Hell
04:14
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We were the writers of fiction
the poets, painters and musicians
we peddled our caustic works to the vapid bourgeoisie despite due diligence
and a fashion sense
them primetime alluded we
who'd rather die then serve at the pleasure of those
who'd mock our cause.
So we leave you to the selfies,
the fat and wealthy
and disinterested smatterings of applause.
We were thinkers, movers and transgressors
We leave you to the gurus, politicians and professors
We, who had no fingers upon any of Doomsday's buttons Our departure has been swift, uncompromised and sudden With a legacy vague and unsound,
to the Soft Side of Hell we are bound
for the devil knows a song when he hears one
and a book when he reads one
his love of the humanities is renown
We leave you technology, nostalgia and paranoia
So scuttle your petitions and overtures
We have no use for California
With no reputations to escape from
To the Soft Side of Hell we have come
For the Devil knows an artist when he meets one
and a critic when he defeats one
His body of work is second to none.
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8. |
New Jersey Jailbreak
03:36
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I wanna slip the chains
of this shakedown gulag
Mafiosi, bureaucrats and cops
The oxytocin kids line up in an act of defiance
Well, it's a fucked up world
and they should know
the Baby Boomers just won't let go
as Generation X shrugs through it's life of compliance Yeah Yeah Yeah
It's a grifter's realm that inspires nothing but dread
a dream worth dying,
it's a saccharine veil
with an escape plan
and you know it's not very specific
Just give me one last score
and the room to breathe
I've seen some shit
that you wouldn't believe
let me open my veins and bleed
into the blue pacific
(just like a maryter, baby)
The youth culture turns senile
the trademarks prevail
up and down the dial
New Jersey Jailbreak
Follow the dharma westward
we seek our fortunes
in the burning earth
Take me where the tournefortia grows
and I will take my final repose
All terrors real and imagined
they converge upon this sheepish day
Sunday morning contradiction
a contested election
Families turn to carnivores
a purgatory you can't ignore
New Jersey Jailbreak
I another Spangler fueled sonovabitch Barabbas on the cross with a morphine drip I ride the continental drift
to the cultural abyss.
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9. |
A Dismal Method
03:32
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War profiteers greet him
with a contempt reserved for their friends
Godhead of lowbrow paparazzi
punch lines at words end
His dreams are in your heart
like a demon you can not excise
guilt ridden, limp wristed
no affect you adopt can deny
The dark web sorts the dirt from the chatter
technocrats pray at night to dark matter
manufactured conflict is the blue chip of eternity
Vengeful gods replaced with vegan illuminati
the president of the united states plays golf with John Gotti mutant spawn of royal seed preside guiltless over the farce as the pope genuflects beneath a bust of Karl Marx
as they're digging a pit in the heart of the flyover states where you measure a man by the content of his hate
you can ride the interstate and meet the connoisseurs
Jesus Christ rides bare back on a dinosaur
The three things:
Miracle, Mystery, Authority
The Rackets must have boogeymen
Bulls eyes for the commodities
The world trades in blood and risk
the rising sun has become intellectual property
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10. |
Palace Depression
04:48
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You've double crossed the naysayers becoming more beautiful with age.
I sought the brass ring
only to have them watch me dancing in a cage. You've targeted me for annihilation
but my compliance will spoil your revenge.
Mount me at ground zero,
we'll bloody well see who wins
In a world of boring mad men no one goes unscathed.
But your love of suffering doesn't prove you are depraved, It only proves you are not brave.
Sometimes I wonder what it would take
to disappear into the void of one of America's lonely towns, and remain unfound, Un-eulogized, unloved and not missed, where the devils of modern perils dare not go.
Palace Depression is guiled despair
God shits out stardust,
it's the thing in the air.
I've got a knack for tragedy,
so see if I care.
Suicide pact, Disappearing act.
Palace Depression is guiled despair
God shits out stardust,
it's the thing in the air.
Fuck me out of house and home,
we all die somewhere.
Suicide pact, Disappearing act.
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11. |
See Naples and Die
02:39
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A Seedy Type Of Gravity
04:19
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Repulsive American sky
looming gossamer tapestry
shepherd over all the hustles
desolate land of tacky fantasies
I'd lay may fevered head upon the block for a lousy rose.
Myriad dreams to choose
when you have nothing to loose
Just dump my body in a dreary ditch
at the side of the road
a taunting mystery
dirty minds of vulgar men
We all beg to be noticed
to be picked up and all at once dominated We return to our roadside poses
once we are properly compensated
A seedy type of gravity
draws the righteous to the depraved
The recesses of the heart are a pigsty
tired dribble to an old pro
I've kept it all in a diary
the names and the proclivities
your dirty secrets were never safe with me
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