1. |
What To Expect
04:18
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I do what I want to do
Not because you've told me to
The parties don't mean I'm
all not
I'm waiting for the moment
Just enduring one more torment
Tomorrow only tells me how much
I forgot
I don’t throw away the payments
That they've given to me daily
I keep them hidden neatly
In a box
I can't understand your value
Your reason or why I like you
But I'll have to keep it hidden
With a lock
I've lost a love before
In this wicked wild wide world
I never know just what
To expect
I hope to be unchained
Of this depressive sort of pain
That burdens my giddy thoughts
I have next
So I'm thinking of the hatred
That seeds the sower's farmland
The past is just not what
It was
And I'm praying for the night-time
The suffering in our time
Knowing love is all that matters
Because
I've lost a love before
In this wicked wild wide world
I never know just what
To expect
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2. |
Black Box
04:43
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you can't blow back the wind
when your head is turned
you can't let me be me
when there is no money burned
don't tell me I can't live when I'm in this shape
don't tell me lies and then make me a milkshake
'cause I am hopeless
'cause I am carrying that weight
I lament
to you
to her
to them
to him
memory
fading fading
memory
fading fade
With this lament to the church house
someone lies in the big black box
in the church house
it ain't Paul, it ain't Pete
it's me
Ive lost this loathsome battle
but won the war
now I'm overflowing
in there, out there
everywhere
float free, baby
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3. |
Father Death Blues
05:12
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Hey Father Death, I'm flying home
Hey poor man, you're all alone
Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going
Father Death, Don't cry any more
Mama's there, underneath the floor
Brother Death, please mind the store
Old Aunty Death Don't hide your bones
Old Uncle Death I hear your groans
O Sister Death how sweet your moans
O Children Deaths go breathe your breaths
Sobbing breasts'll ease your Deaths
Pain is gone, tears take the rest
Genius Death your art is done
Lover Death your body's gone
Father Death I'm coming home
Guru Death your words are true
Teacher Death I do thank you
For inspiring me to sing this Blues
Buddha Death, I wake with you
Dharma Death, your mind is new
Sangha Death, we'll work it through
Suffering is what was born
Ignorance made me forlorn
Tearful truths I cannot scorn
Father Breath once more farewell
Birth you gave was no thing ill
My heart is still, as time will tell.
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4. |
Bone
05:00
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I only see her with a long leg stride
machine gun tattoos under both leg thighs
come on over and give a dog a bone
once I get it, I don't wanna go home
shack tackle box on the garage floor
meet your maker by the big red door
on the mantle is a big headed boar
please baby, you can give me some more
please mama don't you keep me long
someone's calling on the telephone
tell me baby what god has shown
I need some money can you give me a loan
Terrance Fisher with a deerskin hide
tell mama that the dog done died
why now I tell a big 'ol lie
and after that she broke down and cried
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5. |
Falling In Slow
05:36
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gone like ribbons through the trees
sailors crept down, hidden on their knees
falling falling, the waves rush in
falling in slow
she is falling, oh
much consumption with withered brick
late night dancing, take your pick
falling falling, the waves rush in
falling in slow
falling in slow
she is falling, oh
granite slate, the best doth go
hiding in some place that she knows
falling falling the waves rush in
falling in slow
falling in slow
she is falling, oh
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6. |
ParaDice Like Eden
02:29
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well, I once lived in a paradise
gold and silver laden
the trees communicating
with the ground
people, things, little bees
all lived together
in a paradise like Eden
oh, it was beautiful
she could only carry her hopeful
loving and gently she sang to me
then the devil took her from me
she lost her throne
she came home quietly
and without a sound
sneaking Adam the apple
the devil lie bound
all tied together
in a paradise like Eden
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7. |
Goin' Out West
04:18
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Well I'm goin' out west
Where the wind blows tall
'Cause Tony Franciosa
Used to date my ma
They got some money out there
They're giving it away
I'm gonna do what I want
Do what I want
And I'm gonna get paid
Little brown sausages
Lying in the sand
I ain't no extra baby
I'm a leading man
Well my parole officer
Will be proud of me
With my Olds 88
And the devil on a leash
My Olds 88
And the devil on a leash
Well I know karate, Voodoo too
I'm gonna make myself available to you
I don't need no make up
I got real scars
I got hair on my chest
I look good without a shirt
Well I don't lose my composure
In a high speed chase
Well my friends think I'm ugly
I got a masculine face
I got some dragstrip courage
I can really drive a bed
I'm gonna change my name
To Hannibal or maybe
Just Rex
Change my name to Hannibal
Or maybe just Rex
I'm gonna drive all night
Take some speed
I'm gonna wait for the sun
To shine down on me
I cut a hole in my roof
In the shape of a heart
And I'm goin' out west
Where they'll appreciate me
Goin' out west
Goin' out west
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8. |
Feelin' So Cold
06:08
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you make it so hard
to keep on living
when I try to tell you
that everything is not so bad
people often wonder
just how often one can take it
when it's all he can take now
it's all that I can give
it's all that I can take
now
it's all that life can give me anyhow
it's all that death can't take
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
when I face it, death better go running down the road
got a feeling nothing will hold me back
something trying so hard to fold
la la la la la la la don't go to him
'cause he we take your soul, feelin' so cold
when you are reaching so far down low
why don't you see if you can reach?
high as the sky
we'll be flying O, bye and bye
can you see me fly?
can you see the light
feelin' so cold
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9. |
The Muse Of Death
03:10
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you leave me wondering
you leave me speechless
the peaches, you send me
sweet as they were
gone as they come
my furrowed brow
my smiles for no one
you keep me posted
you keep me going
down the road of journy
ever turning back,
Rimbaud knowing
lost me there
before the race, spacing out
each one in a row
it is that time again
that ring of sounding death
it is my right, my friend
to live and chose
the muse of death, to lose
the muse of death, to lose
you left me soaked in the gutter
no word was muttered before you left
leaveing no sign behind you
no trace, spacing out
beneath the neon sign
down the road of journy
to a time before time
lost me there, a fool
I failed the test and what's left
the muse of death, to lose
the muse of death, to lose
the muse of death, to lose
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10. |
By Your Window
02:06
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standing in your window crying
standing by your window crying
looking out at the land
the arrows are flying
standing by your window crying
enduring it all
why am I even trying
standing by your doorway singing
standing in your doorway singing
to you, my dear
you've got nothing to fear
standing in your doorway singing
what's life, life without love
without the thoughts
thoughts you were gleaming
standing by your window crying
standing in your doorway singing
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all we ever wanted
was a nice afternoon
a walk in the park
the sun on my face
walking a dog,
a beach day with the kids
then suddenly out of the water
sprang out something
dark, oily, rotten
Jane took the kids and went to the car
I got on my knees and felt the waves of it
waves of black thick tar
going back to the car
I'm in tears
sand in her hair; the kids, too
I break down by the side of the car trembling
and no one notices
covered in oil
black dripping down my face
we left the place
just how we found it
black, bruised, broken, beaten to a pulp
I've never heard of any mother that didn't care for her child
especially not mine
sandy beaches, warm wind, night air
nighttime on the beach with a lover
oh, in the chilly wind
let's do it again
begin it all again
the end is near
please, come here
nighttime on the beach with a lover
the end is here
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12. |
Weep For Our Brothers
04:54
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the beaten burdens crawling neatly in line
the suffering children fall blissfully benign
terrible brothers calling one another
in bad words, bad taste, hard ways and displaying
this loathsome place I say
weep for our brothers
for they solemnly replace
the knowing of the other
when others are erased
the sorrow of the sister when torn by tatters tore
the burden of the mother caring for the lovely girl
deadened with two kids to care, beloved dovely
he sings to her before dawn, taking the pill
she says this to the mother
mother don't worry, he will be as she will
this motherless place, this violent hill
weep for our brothers
for they solemnly replace
the knowing of the other
when others are erased
so I needn't say, the sin of our fathers
had burdened this here home with the
caring of the other god, but magic is in their tomb
the suffering of the children
weep for their mothers
spaced between the wall of womb
in war we die like the others
much like love, we cry above
weep for our brothers
for they solemnly replace
the knowing of the other
when others are erased
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I drank you like the lather
I washed my soul and hands
you snaked down my esophagus
into an untold land
spotlight on the ceiling
shining down on the grove
you melted me my one true love
we were dripping off the stove
just like the other clowns
that got you hangin' by a noose
oh, laugh me into eternity
be aware of what to choose
I drank you like the lather
I washed my soul and hands
you snaked down my esophagus
into an untold land
and just like the other clowns
that got you hangin' really loose
oh, laugh me into eternity
be aware of who to choose
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Zane Brune Chicago, Illinois
"Zane Brune embodies the perfect compromise between a edgy rock and roll lifer and a elusive song-writer with his own unique language and expressions. Borrowing from the vast vernacular of rock, pop, soul and alternative, Brune swings from light to darkness seamlessly and frantically within a playlist that feels like a inner travel within the most remote corners of the human psyche." ... more
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A Fantastic jazz and groove live album recorded right here in Chicago. It's cool, live, and beatnik-esque - what more can you ask for?
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