TURNOVER
langour rises reaching, to turn off the
alarm and there's never so much seething that it can't
be disarmed you just stop it up, pass it on shove it to
shelf it, to leave it off and turnover lounging against
your weapons, until your muscles find lock in the ease
of that position, a residue of tremor passes as some cherie
amour suggests that maybe it was time to smash things
up but just stop it up, pass it on shove it to shelf it,
to lead it on and turnover i'm only sleeping
REPEATER
you say i need a job, i've got my own
business you want to know what i do? none of your fucking
business but now i'm lying here knowing that business
had a name, but now i'm a number 1 2 3 repeater down by
law, i've got this nasty habit when i need something i
reach out and grab it once upon a time i had a name and
a way but to you i'm nothing but a number 1 2 3 repeater
did you hear something outside? it sounded like a gun
stay away from that window it's not anyone we know only
about ourselves and what we read in the paper don't you
know ink washes out easier than blood but we don't have
to try it and we don't have to buy it repeater
BRENDAN #1
(instrumental)
MERCHANDISE
when we have nothing left to give there
will be no reason for us to live but when we have nothing
left to lose you will have nothing left to use we owe
you nothing you have no control merchandise keeps us in
line common sense says it's by design what could a businessman
ever want more than to have us sucking in his store we
owe you nothing you have no control you are not what you
own
BLUEPRINT
i'm not playing with you, i'm not playing
with you, i'm not playing with you, i clean forgot how
to play. but you can still come around, in fact i invite
you down, maybe together we can wipe that smile off your
face. cause what a difference, what a difference, what
a difference a little difference would make. we'll draw
a blueprint, it must be easy, it's just a matter of knowing
when to say no or yes. frustrating, frustrating, always
waiting for the bigger axe to fall. a patient game that
i can't find my way to play. never mind what's been selling,
it's what you'r buying and receiving undefiled
SIEVE-FISTED FIND
here comes another problem all wrapped
up in solution it's ugly as it's strapped on and twice
as hard to get behind another sieve-fisted find lost,
lost again. please, please let me get my hands on it.
here comes that self-same problem all stalled on same
self again it's as ugly as the last one and twice as far
from unwound by this charged head standing on this thin
base of neck and now i'm pushing past the red i said i'm
pushing past the red. another sieve-fisted find lost,
lost again
GREED
you wanted everything you needed everything
you wanted everything you needed everything everything
is... everything is... greed
TWO BEATS OFF
i cut my nails to the quick but still
i was caught with my hand in the till red-handed. give
me something, give me anything the threat of everything
is when it becomes nothing at all fingers reaching, trophy
swelling that's when desire trips me up... got a new technique
money let's the pieces fit where they fall. privilege
- it sanctions everything. security - a net under it all.
my fingers reaching, the trophy swelling that's when desire
trips me up. i cut my nails to the quick but still i was
caught with my hand in the till. red-handed
STYROFOAM
there are no more races to be run there
are no numbers left to be won everybody's down we pulled
each other down there never was a truth to be found we
are all bigots so full of hatred we release our poisons
there areno more cultures left to slide there are no more
people to be tried we're in our minds five billion pieces
so defined read it in a book, it was underlined we are
all bigots so full of hatred we release our poisons like
styrofoam
REPROVISIONAL
somewhere in these private minds, the
last one comes out just in time to clear out the chambers
and sew up the lips, 'cause that's the price to pay for
hoping every slip's not a slide. in other words not to
get it wrong, it's pointless to walk when it's past time
to run. secured under the weight of watchful eyes, lulled
to sleep under clear expansive skies. somewhere in these
prying hearts conflicting histories tear us apart and
we hope we don't get what we deserve, hide behind the
targets in front of all the people we serve.
SHUT THE DOOR
i break the surface so i can breathe i
close my eyes so i can see i tie my arms to be free have
you ever been free? she's not breathing she's not moving
she's not coming back i burn a fire to stay cool i burn
myself, i am the fuel i never meant to be cruel have you
ever been cruel? she's not breathing she's not moving
she's not coming back shut the door so i can leave
