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Lyrics:

XXI

What holds the vulture pinned up to the sky?

What’s the big deal with ‘em & “U” & “I”?

What makes you loaded & canned & high?

What tare weight’s left when we rest our heads to die?

 

No one

No one’s ever gonna get

Anything

 

Yet

No one

No one’s ever gonna get

Anything

 

Yet

No one

No one’s ever gonna get

Anything

 

Yet

No one has said

Anything yet

 

What holds the vulture pinned up to the sky?

What’s the big deal with ‘em & “U” & “I”?

What makes you loaded & canned & fly high?

What tare weight’s left when we rest our heads to die?

 

No one.

No one’s ever gonna get

Anything

 

Yet

No one has said

Anything yet.

 

21 – I say

21 grams slightly slipped through the quantum-ether

21 came & 21 went over yonder

On the run up the wind rose

21 all so close, served in a tin dose

21 equals the fish

 

 

My House

Two eyes over yonder

Blank casualty

Tree thieves are stuffin’ plunder

Into the sandbank’s leak

And split it in two/two

Well yeah, and in my House

The Alphas stay out.

The Alphas stay out in my House.

They’re in my House…

 

True Love - All guaranteed

These crooked fingers

They’ll bleed for you

I’m so cut up in the mid

But I don’t feel it a-bit

 

Roll easy

Rock cold comfort

Put a lock to your head

Caress, care less

I’ll drag you to your bed

Well, It’s in my House…

In my House…

 

A true love guarantee

These crooked fingers

Will bleed for you

I’m so cut up in the mid

But I don’t feel it a-bit.

 

Well,

Go ahead and call me a liar

And a thief.

But I got that strange desire
I can’t release.

 

My soul is fading

My bloody soul is fading away

And I’m locked up in a maze

With the mind down in the haze

What is wrong with me?

I don’t get a slight idea

But you should put all your love away

And hide it in a cage

 

 

 

...Ain’t No Golden Horse

Love is dead

Thanks goddess

Love is dead

 

They broke the bone

Shook the head

Cut the tail

Took a tape

And fixed the skull

 

My baby is red

So awfully red‐hot

And if I ever get stuck

And in all kinds of weather...

 

 

My baby bounces with me

Straight hand out

Well she is on the prowl

I’ll let her howl out loud

 

My baby bounces with me

A straight handout

Well she is on the prowl

I’ll let her howl out loud

 

Is it true that you love ordinary men?

Or why do you mess with them?

 

My baby bounces with me

Straight hand out

Well she is on the prowl

I’ll let her howl

 

My baby bounces with me

Straight hand out

Well she is on the prowl

I’ll let her howl out loud

 

 

Static static white wild fire

Atlas shrugged

Come settle down with me

Right out the lung

And the blood and the bone

My Discolith

And my coccolith

 

Howling from the east

Howling from the west

 

Right ahead

Go, curse it or

Kill it

Come on

Because we got no other cause

On our mind

But to collide

Right?

Right!

 

Howling out the east

Howling out the west

 

 

Last Level: Redemption

Who?

Well, who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

You could bring the whole Holy Roman Empire to war,

Or ask the people and the senate of Rome

Whether they want some – Call for the S.P.Q.R.

 

But you

No, you won’t make it far.

We will smoke you like cigars.

 

Well, your great baptism

Comes sailin’ away

Riding big nave on a lake.

Your proxy baptism’s celebrating in the ghost tower

We’re ridding flaming ships on the lake of fire.

The lake of fire.

 

The fruit – sweet fruit and jewels – the fruit’s off the cellars.

The fruit – sweet fruit and jewels – the fruit’s off the cellar.

 

There is no hunger

Like the hunger of heart

There is no sorrow

Like the sorrow of separation

There is no fire

Like the fire of passion

Do you trust in your possessions?

Or your fears and attachments?

There is no joy

Like the joy of freedom

It’s just what you do

Just me

And you