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i saw your name in the national paper
now you were famous and restless and far away
the words that i'd said on that day in september
lost in the depths and the winds of a memory
adrift in the city of glitter and glamour
we began at the close of the masquerade
electric moments and brief conversations
a thousand years ago
call it whatever you want
it’s still love to me
plans and obsessions for clandestine meetings
brought us together in moments so fleeting
hotels and airports as place of communion
thunder and rain on the way to the theatre
now that it’s over I’ve searched for the meaning
part of me missing and another part screaming
is this the last time, the last closing door
after us is there anything more?
call it whatever you want
it’s still love to me
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Moya Moya
03:46
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I’m the young man
lost in the darkness
of this discontent
I can see you
at the schoolyard
you cast the first glance
in this new romance
we walk through fire
and absolution
I’ll think of you
from a star away
moya moya moya
takes the blood right out of you
moya moya moya
I’m afraid it’s terminal
moya moya moya
there’s nothing we can do
moya moya moya
it’s terminal
on the battlefield
men die of blind chance
In a guerrilla dance
you give me hope
of resolution
I will be true
from a star away
moya moya moya
takes the blood right out of you
moya moya moya
I’m afraid it’s terminal
moya moya moya
there’s nothing we can do
moya moya moya
it’s terminal
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Cold War
04:06
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she poses to escape
an unconscious farewell
our eyes would have guessed
decisions are everything
forehead is on fire
as she in her heart
minds like water in spring
a mad wish for the high streets
momentary conviction
uniform motive
cleansing sins on winter winds
our bright knives refuse the air
now we stand down
this is the cold war
a liver grows in my mind
for there's blood in her words
tears for vanishing ways
revision of everything
our love is a place
of delicious remorse
hands that moments before
had thrown themselves to the dark floor
momentary conviction
uniform motive
cleansing sins on winter winds
our bright knives refuse the air
now we stand down
this is the cold war
drugstore is on fire
now her love is for hire
drowned where skin meets the sand
a prison can be anything
the flatland mistress howls
with the spear in her vein
childlike vanity fair
paper ships on a red sea
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Spider Rain
04:09
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in a place with no roads
there’s a buried hotel
designed by a madman
for a memorable weekend
under the poisoned waters
I’ll see you there
you’re the devoured one
when you’re degraded
the circuits print out our dreams
til only code remains
our emotions are scanned
in the spider rain
they built a tiny machine
to photograph the trains
our love and Japan
and the spider rain
she’s a ghost of control
at the funeral reception
drawn to the black hearts
a pretty deception
all her imagined endings
have never worked out
she edits the memories
to make herself doubt
the circuits print out our dreams
til only code remains
our emotions are scanned
in the spider rain
they built a tiny machine
to photograph the trains
our love and Japan
and the spider rain
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5. |
The Human Game
04:26
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cigarette tops for dopamine rocks
a junky score and nothing more
gather round the underground
a dead letter would have been better
than burning threads on subway beds
the pain doctor changes faces
corporate vultures fix the races
now I’m on the cross
hands observing savage manners
generals kneel before our banners
I push away the thoughts
sidestreet dope queen’s a horror scene
people pray for final days
memories for factories
patient zero’s a chinatown hero
the naked king survival ring
the pain doctor changes faces
corporate vultures fix the races
now I’m on the cross
hands observing savage manners
generals kneel before our banners
I push away the thoughts
doomsday blue screens and war machines
fading lights from satellites
no strategies for victory
television guiding our decisions
no one to blame but the human game
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Edward Jahn Burlington, Vermont
Love and Japan hopes to inspire boys and girls everywhere to take up the guitar and study the art of rock and roll.
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