1. |
Invocation
03:49
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(whispered) 2... 3... 4...
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2. |
Face Like That
03:57
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You'll never have to work with a face like that, no.
You'll never have to work with a face like that.
You'll never have to work with a face like that, no.
You can spend your life in the pleasure dome.
Oh Anima, ain't you as comely as they come?
I'm into ya, yes you've got billions on the run
Don't worry, no my pretty
I'ma help you get there stunned
No worry, no, no pity
But then I ain't the guilty one, no.
You'll never have to work with a face like that, no.
You'll never have to work with a face like that.
You'll never have to work with a face like that, no.
You can spend your life in the pleasure dome.
Oh Anima, what's animating all our friends?
I'm onto ya, I'm into all that this portends
Come curry favor quickly
Briefly like a candle burns
You're early, you're so lazy
Better yet, too late to learn, oh.
You'll never have to work with a face like that, no.
You'll never have to work with a face like that.
You'll never have to work with a face like that, no.
You can spend your life in the pleasure dome.
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3. |
74
03:00
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Maybe this time, we can make it on our own here
Rig up a fight so we'll never feel alone
Maybe this time, we can make ourselves at home here
Standing like a flame instead of sinking like a stone
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4. |
Beyond Belief
04:58
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5. |
Bone Orchard
03:06
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No I can't deny you, whenever I try to
Always I wind up in some kind of hell
The two of us only, together alone
We are gently confounding the musical spell
In the city you found me, in the desert you drowned me
But in the shade of the palm tree, the battle was won
If anyone wonders, don't say I've gone under
Just tell them I died with my headphones on
Bone orchard, a burial at sea
Someone was tortured, it wasn't me
We're sliding up the banisters, all the way upstairs
Yeah we're sliding up the banisters
It's easy going as long as there's nobody taking care
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6. |
Hot On The Trail
02:38
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Hot on the trail, the trail of your love
The tale of your love could never grow old
As long as there's omens and portents of romance,
I can't imagine more
You cunts are late, you cunts are late
You cunts are late again
Hot on the train, the trail of your love
The sale of your love could never grow old
As long as there's omens and portents of romance,
I can't imagine more
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7. |
Necessary Evil
05:23
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I've seen you one too many times
It's not a matter of taste
No matter how it's defined
One too many times
And I don't care how well you can rhyme
Because you don't make sense
And you're never on time
One too many lines
Are you some necessary evil?
Are you some necessary evil of mine?
I've seen this one too many times
It's not a matter of taste
No matter how it's defined
One too many lines
Are you some necessary evil?
Are you some necessary evil of mine?
Are you some necessary evil?
Are you some necessary evil?
Are you some necessary evil of mine?
A most singular air
(Not unlike the feeling of culture)
Whenever you're there
(I weather your insistence on leisure)
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8. |
American Romans
04:10
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Billy's soul is an empty hole
That nothing and no one can fill
But buyer beware because he don't care
He wants it to grow larger still
This is Billy's war and it's an open sore
As long as there's someone to thrill
If it's fight or flight, he'd be gone tonight
There's money to be made in them hills
I know he's an American Roman in an American Rome
And I know he can't see the motorcycles for the chrome
But try to picture how you'll feel on the day Billy Callous comes home
All Billy sees are them verities
Swirling around in the storm
She may be faster than her old masters' plan
But her thinking will not keep her warm
Yes the one he loves makes below above
Makes the way up the way down again
She may be Billys pride, but she ain't Billy's bride
Patricians are plotting the end
I know he's an American Roman in an American Rome
And I know he can't see the motorcycles for the chrome
But try to picture how you'll feel on the day Billy Callous comes home
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9. |
So Wot?
02:45
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(So Wot?)
So wot if your mother doesn't get you?
(So Wot?)
So wot if your father's not there?
(So Wot?)
So what if your lover won't let you
(So Wot?)
Put it in where the others' don't dare?
(So Wot?)
So wot if the government's incompetent?
(So Wot?)
So wot if the corporations lie?
(So Wot?)
Underfoot, a broken caterpillar
(So Wot?)
And it's never going to get to be
Be a butterfly
Be a butterfly
Be a butterfly
Be a butterfly
So Wot?
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10. |
Rendezvous
02:32
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I can hear you thinking that you're evil
But all the things you've done, I've done them, every one
I can hear you thinking that she's evil
But all the things she's done, I've done them, every one
Settle in, you're waiting on your rendezvous
Who knows who is who?
Who knows where the world is going to?
Settle in, you're waiting on your rendezvous
Who knows who is who?
Who knows what the world is coming to?
I can hear you thinking that you're evil.
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11. |
Not On Your Life
03:55
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Drop me off, I shan't be partner to these petty crimes
You can call me when you're serious
I've something much bigger in mind
What was that? No way
Were you appealing to my better side?
It cannot be, I haven't got one
Yes I'm fit for only to be tied
Will you remember us when we sit in the lap of the soul of delight?
Come bathe in the spine, be glad we're not starting on time
Not on your life, there's no down to the wire
When it comes to these questions of rhyme
You're a Greek at heart, don't start,
You're looking backwards to a glisted age
I bet you wish you were a soldier,
The epitome of Achilles' rage
So tedious, so what?
There's no depositing your load of tears
You render second into hours
And the hours into countless years
Not on your life, not on mine, and not tonight.
I'm telling you, is it getting through?
Not on your life, not on mine, and not tonight?
Am I getting through
Forgetting you?
Will you remember us when we sit in the lap of the soul of delight?
Come bathe in the spine, be glad we're not starting on time
Not on your life, there's no down to the wire
When it comes to these questions of rhyme
("...The answer is disturbingly interesting. There is, in general, no consciousness in The Iliad {I am saying 'in general' because I shall mention some exceptions later}. And in general, therefore, no words of consciousness or mental acts. The words in The Iliad, which in a later age come to mean mental things, have different meanings. All of them more concrete.")
(Automated sorcery)
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12. |
Billy Callous
04:53
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Billy Callous couldn't feel a thing
The driver's lash, the serpent's sting
The fog of war, a wedding ring
No Billy Callous couldn't feel a thing
But he's made of love
Yes he's made of love, yes he's made
Yes he's made of love (Made of love, made of love)
Yes he's made
Yes she's made
Yes she's made of love, yes she's made
Yes she's made of love (Made of love, made of love)
Yes she's made
(All this time,
Everyone, everything
Made of love
One substance
Uniting all beings
Through space in time
Emanating from the imagination of the poetic genius
So that all the possibilities of creation may be realized
Made of love!)
Billy Callous wears the pants
A master of his circumstance
A critic of your modern dance
A cowboy hat and a b-boy stance
Down upon a bridge at night
He's reading books by candlelight
Old-fashioned yes, but out of sight
He blows my mind, and that's his right
And I don't know what he'll do next
But I'll be there, I'll always check
And write it down, and pass it on
Till everyone's in Billy's song.
Made of love.
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Discorporate Tape Portland, Oregon
Discorporate Tape rises from the widening mire to fill a needless want, to supply that for which there is no demand.
It's a shame that The Discorporate Tape Family produces the finest music Portland has to offer. A damned shame.
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