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Post-Soviet
02:01
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The world's eyes are not here
We fade into history
Winter was cruel this year
The old reactor seethes
Your grandmother still prays
Maybe we all should
The silence and the night
The pilots and the kites
The sirens and the lights
The violence out of sight
A paycheck and a uniform
The forest and the chloroform
They'll be showing us on tours
but now we're boarding up our doors
Do you wonder where they go?
Ten years from now they'll know
They'll be showing us on tours
But now we're boarding up our doors
Dasha works at the club
Dancing for men with guns
She saves enough for all of us
Saves herself for someone's son
We don't miss the regime
The promises and schemes
The smokestacks and machines
The orange suits and steam
A paycheck and a uniform
The forest and the chloroform
They'll be showing us on tours
but now we're boarding up our doors
Do you wonder where they go?
Ten years from now they'll know
They'll be showing us on tours
But now we're boarding up our doors
Boy I read today your father's coming, father's coming home
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Call it inevitable
Breath of flame and shades of wool
In Conakry and Istanbul
Dem hungry but our belly's full
Carolina soil is red
It is iron, it's not blood
Animals preserved undead
They're from a zoo not from the flood
Keep it street and I'll muzzle my rant
But we were born to heed the deeds our parents can't
It's on your land, it's in your house
It's on your hand, it's in your mouth
Brace yourself for hell again
Bad information not bad men
No objection, what's the use?
We don't breed just reproduce
I will settle on down
Lots of lost philosophies
They firebombed the diocese
From Llasa to Los Angeles
A working class poseur is something to be
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Autumn Percussion
03:20
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Oh heavens, spare the city below
They've redone the downtown, oh you should come see it
I barely remember the bars we'd sneak into
Or the bands we were into or Doug's father's Pinto
We'd shout out the words now it's all instrumental
Oh, I understand all about your man's money
And after your twenties no love for love's sake
Drop the kids off call me and we'll talk about
Summer and freedom and nights at the lake
Oh heavens, spare the city below
Hail on the roof is the autumn percussion
Wake up, wake up, drive back to your husband
Your cousin's, remember you stayed at your cousin's
It's unpleasant and sudden, it stuns you doesn't it
I stayed awake for the lightning storm
Strike after strike oh you know how I like it
Puts fear of God into cars and vacationers
Police stations, strangers and relations
Oh heavens, spare the city below
You know how it plays, there's good days and bad days
And on the good days I smile all wistful
On bad days I tear my hair out by the fistful
I don't know what keeps my mouth off of the pistol
I don't know what keeps my nose out of the crystal
The night that I kissed you and an oath to St. Christopher
Oh heavens, spare the city below
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4. |
Pass Like Night
03:48
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Always look like sailors
I let'em pass right through me
I got my legs in behind dreams
I let'em come right through me
These West Village bars
I drink 'till I'm dead
And then I take it too far
And now I'm off of my head
My bridge and tunnel will carry me home
You never know if they'll give you
The bug never leaves you
The doors keep crashing
The doors they keep crashing
Always talk like sailors
I let the night pass right through me
Oh I wouldn't know
I'm just a king with an empty court
Oh I wouldn't know
I'm just a ship that's left rusting at port
The doors keep crashing
The doors they keep crashing
The city don't care if you come when it rains
Invisible scars to wash off your hands at the back of the train
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