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Cold Cold Metal
07:28
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*COLD COLD METAL*
She took the pin and pressed it hard
Into my skin, felt like living
She said “I don’t think it likes living there,
That pin in your ear”
I said “I know it but it fills a hole,
it fills a hole”
cold cold metal, cold cold metal
cold, cold, cold cold metal…
She took the pin and pressed it hard
I stopped in devil town
I was shaking like a dog shitting peach pits
I said “wish I’d been better”
“don’t think it likes living there”
“wish I’d been better”
“don’t think it likes living there,
That pin in your ear, that pin in your ear”
cold cold metal, cold cold metal
cold, cold, cold cold metal…
She took the pin and pressed it hard
Into my skin felt like living
“that pin in your ear, that pin in your ear”
cold cold metal, cold cold metal
cold, cold, cold cold metal…
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2. |
Morning Light
08:00
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*MORNING LIGHT*
Was it blue or was it black velvet in the night
Under the overpass, in the blinking lights of the cinema
Oh Montana, of my youth…
in the morning light…light…light
and I always had enough
ya I always had too much
and the sun is coming up
in the morning
and I know something good has got to happen
I don’t know when I just know it ain’t happened yet
And who was that? Who’s heel just disappeared
Into the back of a ’68 Wildcat
Did I walk away? Did they walk away?
Why couldn’t I just stay perfect like that?
in the morning light…light…light
and I always had enough
ya I always had too much
and the sun is coming up
in the morning
and I know something good has got to happen
I don’t know when I just know it ain’t happened yet
…I was always sneaking out in the middle of amerika
Rattlesnakes and the new moon
and the stars they turn into
That light you know so well
light!…ooooooo…light!…ooooooo…
There is dew on the newspaper stand in the morning
You check the date, you check for your face
And you walk on, try not to look back
You can’t help but wonder, years from now,
who walked away? Was it me or was it them?
Was it me or was it them?
You can’t help but wonder, years from now,
who walked away? Was it me or was it them?
Was it me or was it them?
in the morning light…light…light…light!
and the sun is coming up…
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*GOODBYE OLD FRIEND*
Hello my old friend, many pages have fallen
To the floor, uh huh
Lets get together talk of the old times uh huh
The bad things we done, you had me as the sun
Came up…
and you screamed out your cum
I wasn’t done, you were done
and I wondered, “is this how it’s done?”
I lost in love and now this…?
and now this
A bad version of love, it’s strange
And come undone
I remember it all too well but my mind
It takes it’s time, and runs away
Down the motel hall, chasing me, I see
It looking back…
I’ve been lost in time
through many doors,
I’ve crossed the line
unlocking too many doors
too many to sleep in
along the way…
and now this
I was always sneaking out in the morning
Looking back once more as I close the door,
Don’t look back. Afraid if I stay too long
This room would be my last…
sometimes I found a bed made down
but I was wound up around
and sometimes it was enough
but you know I always had too much…
and now this
So goodbye my old friend
many pages have fallen, um hum
Let’s set them up one last time,
Knock them down and I’ll leave
Not looking back…
I am gone and the sun is coming up
and now this…
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4. |
Chelsea Queen
06:09
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*CHELSEA QUEEN*
Now it’s cresting, I think I see the light
It’s more like darkness, hold on to me
Chelsea Queen
The mouth of your bed, the lace of your tongue
The mask overhead, the watcher above
Tucked into your robes in the afternoon
You surprised me in the museum
Over a dainty cup, your bold horse face
Your longing eye…
Out the window feel the breeze
Hear the bellows so low so deep
A breathy whisper, Chelsea queen
Lovers entangled in the tombstones too many…
Now it’s cresting, I think I see the light
It’s more like darkness, hold on to me…
An old tattoo, a star, a cane
Your old paintbrushes are stiff and stained
Throw ‘em out the window, feel the breeze
Hear the bellows so low, so deep… Woof!
Now it’s cresting, I think I see the light
It’s more like darkness, hold on to me…
You both loved up there, a young poet’s
Sheets flowered and wrinkled
The bed it looked like a cage to keep in
Or keep out. The shining mirror,
The ghostly slippers under your bed
And your children will lie down
On the flowers you left there…
I think I see the light…
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*Sneaking Out With What Is Left (in the morning)*
…the taste of blood when someone bites
your lip and you can feel it
but you can’t remember it now
so you’re sneaking out with what is left in the morning
Something smoldering on top of the table I woke up under and a kiss last night I can feel it but I don’t remember it now…so I’m sneaking out with what is left in the morning
Who was the boy, who was the girl I woke up in-between in that flat overlooking the square… the name of it i don’t remember it now…so I’m sneaking out with what is left in the morning
It was a private party under the city and the pills at the bottom of the glass looked like the cobblestones in the street, leading me down to the party below. And I could feel it coming on as I walked on
…and then you wake up in the morning
rattlesnakes, stars, sneak out in the morning
it’s gunna haunt you, yeah it’s gunna haunt you
it’s gunna haunt you, it’s gunna haunt you…
I can feel the cobblestones coming on and I’m dancing
On my own and I can feel…everything…and there’s someone coming over to me, the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen and now they’re dancing with me and they lean into me and they come in for the kiss and I close my eyes
And I can feel it…ah…everywhere… and everything…and I open my eyes and they’re gone. So I run up to the street and I see their heel disappear into the back of a
’68 WILDCAT and it takes off into the night…
In the blinking lights of the cinema. Oh Montana, oh my youth, oh Montana, oh my youth
…and then you wake up in the morning
rattlesnakes, stars, sneak out in the morning
it’s gunna haunt you, yeah it’s gunna haunt you
it’s gunna haunt you, it’s gunna haunt you…
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6. |
The Devil's Cinema
05:00
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*The Devil’s Cinema*
The devil heard this song he told me it was right
We danced beneath the dome and then we start to fight, he said it’s over now, things will never go back…
Every day I wake up laughing beneath the flames, this place it sucks you dry, our dreams became the same, he said it’s over now, things will never go back…
Oh oh, my darling, we were here first
oh oh, my darling, we heard ya knocking at the door, devil knocking at the door…
Time does not exist, we live inside our beds
Sleep forever girl, it makes you lose your head
he said it’s over now, things will never go back…I love you all so much, I kiss you in my sleep
Dust makes you appreciate the things you wanna keep, he said it’s over now, things will never go back…
Oh oh, my darling, we were here first
oh oh, my darling, we heard them
knocking at the door, knock knock knock knock…
I met him on the roof, he said he’d had enough
His eyes were black and red, he stamped his foot and raised a cloud of dust, things will never go back…you’ve had your fun my kids, the shaking floor was real, project your fantasies cause there’s nothing left to feel, he said it’s over now, things will never go back… the crack it widened and I pushed him down the hole, sparks flew up, dust fell down and the sound…was terrible, things will never go back…
My friends were down below playing
music in the night, one looked up and
saw the awful light, I screamed
IT’S OVER NOW
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Dee Dee Sea montana
a relic of the past,
seahorn or Dee Dee is back with an album after many years in hiding.
after opening for
the likes of Magnolia Electric Co., Bill Callahan, Your Heart Breaks, Tyhoon, Karl Blau and many others, sea hit the road performing with the Missoula Oblongata theater company for a few years.
sea then spent some tramping years abroad and in the squalor of New Orleans.
and now this. xoox
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