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Fauves
02:43
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consider this my grand return
fed up, strung out, i got love to burn
don't think my old tricks are gonna work anymore
everybody, i'm pleased to see ya
i'm just so glad to finally be here
let's get down to it, let's settle the score
eighteen years i lived dirty, one year i been clean
it's hard to remember, if you see what i mean
i'm like a goldfish, i'll prolly drop dead soon
they said i was feral, they said i was sick
but you don't choose who you are, it's your friends that you pick
i chose some good ones, i chose some bad ones too
i burned all my bridges, i wasted my time
but i don't owe you a damn thing except a goodbye
i close my eyes and lean back in my seat
the engines are roaring, there's a buzz in my ears
the ground is shrinking and blurring with tears
there's something wrong with me, i've gotta get back on my feet
ooh, bop!
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i dreamt you were disgusted when you found out i still love you
disappointment in your eyes, a halo glowed above you
as you bit your lower lip, and the picture froze right there
and i woke with my throat burning, stomach churning, gasping for air
the town is sleepy mostly but it comes to life on the weekends
i'd like to come to life too, i miss having friends
so i wander through the night, try any place that's open
you can try to run away from your life across the atlantic ocean
but americans ruin the dance floor every time
we don't know how to dance but we keep trying
maybe on our best days, we sort of look all right
but the people here are beautiful tonight
i live in fear of meeting someone who looks a bit like you
but with everyone else i meet i know more or less what to do
small talk for a while, warm and vacant smile
then a slow drift into silence like a guilty man on trial
it isn't gonna be easy, but someday i will recover
i sit and watch the dancers, watch the strangers become lovers
and the lovers become strangers at the changing of the song
we were as beautiful as them, i think, but i could be wrong
cause americans ruin the dance floor every time
we don't know how to dance but we keep trying
maybe on our best days, we sort of look all right
but the people here are beautiful tonight
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sal sleeps by the window, his hand in his mouth
never mind that you can't trust a word that comes out
he's sweet, but has trouble with faces
he's got bruises in covered up places
he's trying to sell me a flying machine
his english is broken but i know what he means
he's expressive, he talks with his hands
his machine flies all right, but he isn't quite sure how it lands
anais keeps a razor hidden inside her sock
she's got plenty of options now, so she's taking stock
she set out from lyons last december
she had a plan at the time but now she can't remember
she pulled her blade on me outside termini
she said back the fuck off or else i'll make you see
she doesn't need anybody to save her
she slashed at my wrists like she was doing a friend a favor
and i like to just listen to alison talk
she points out all the sights when we go for our walks
she took a class on ancient rome
but she had to drop out when things went bad at home
we're not sleeping together but we're sharing a bed
this saves money on board room, twenty euro a head
if you insist on sleeping alone
and it works out just fine, cause i'm scared to be on my own
and the word on the street is that i killed a man
served in iraq, or maybe afghanistan
some days they think i'm an actor
traveling incognito to avoid my detractors
other days, i'm a burnout just like all the rest
just ephemeral stains on these streets we infest
till we give up and move on at last
unknown like the city, unknown like the depths of the past
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oh i used to be cruel just to make you laugh
the bus ride costs a euro and a half
and the tourists never know you're making fun of them
there are good people in this town, but i'm not one of them
i point and i giggle just to myself
i drank to good fortune, i drank to your health
and i kept drinking
i don't like who i am these days
and i kept thinking
on the late bus home is a long ways away
some nights i end up sleeping at the station
but i make the best of each such situation
i got a pillow i keep in my backpack anyhow
if you laughed before, well baby, you should see me now
i toss and turn the whole night
mumble in my sleep
when you burn instead of sowing fields
all that you can reap
is wild destruction
and all the desolation that comes after
but i could function
if i could conjure up the true shape of your laughter
what comes after
what comes after?
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Beato Angelico's Tomb
05:32
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let me think of nothing but that thy will be done
i'm praying at beato angelico's tomb, i bet i'm not the only one
your presence feels like absence, i want to feel it again
like a silence that steals through your heart and echoes loud within
let me think of nothing but that thy will be done
angelico painted countless works, and met you in each one
but me i just seem to get further off with every step i take
each action ending only in itself, pointless, isolate
and i should be content with this
are you asleep? do you wake up? will the waiting ever stop?
but i should be content to wait
sirens sound in tivoli, if you're out there, will you wait for me?
let me think of nothing but that thy will be done
i watch the world with bated breath, i'm scared for everyone
i don't know how it keeps on killing me, it seems so far away
lend me the strength to let time pass, lend me the strength to pray
let me think of nothing but that thy will be done
let me think of nothing but that thy will be done
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Alison Says
03:46
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alison says that i'm wasting my life
and i don't disagree
she says i'm not really happy, and what's worse than that
i don't even try to be
and i start to ask her what would it be worth
you can wander all over god's green earth
but she cuts me off, cause she's done with this shit
she says you always do this and i'm sick of it
you just do what you like
you never do what you should
i still love you enough to wish you would
alison says i could do better than this
if i pretended to give a damn
everyone else thinks i'm stupid, or that i just want to die
but she knows that's not who i am
and i try to tell her not to waste her breath
if i can't get brain damage, then i'll settle for death
she says how can you even joke that way?
you know you hurt your friends with the things you say
you just do what you like
you never do what you should
i still love you enough to wish you would
alison says she knows that i don't sleep
she can feel me move at night
and she's ashamed to admit it, cause she had high hopes
but this is never gonna be right
and i mumble misery's like a coastal shelf
you can't hate me more than i hate myself
she says you missed the point just like you always do
i know there's stuff you're going through
but you live in the past, you talk to ghosts
you ignore the people who care the most
i thought we had something, but arkady,
i don't know what the fuck you want from me
you just do what you like
you never do what you should
i still love you enough to wish you would
alison says that i'll never change
while people like her still love me
and she's sorry but she can't do this anymore
she says that she'll think of me
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7. |
Stomped By Fascists
04:42
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don't be brave, remember the last time
getting your ass kicked isn't much of a pastime
you don't wanna end up dead in a trash ditch
on principle though, you've still gotta kill fascists
the river reflects the city, all the shining windows and the moonlight
i want it, i'm ready, i'll be glad if it's deadly, cause i'd rather go fighting the good fight
guys with iron cross tattoos, throwing beer cans in the water
it's summer in rome, and things are getting hotter
i catch them unguarded, yeah but once they get started, there are five of them and i don't stand a chance
but for a moment i'm burning, the stars are turning, and i find myself part of their ancient dance
i want it to mean something, i wanna see blood, i don't care if it's mine
cause i might seem to be the one to bleed but really this whole planet's dying
it hurts my pride that they leave me alive but let's face it i'm only a threat to myself
i know the sickness is inside me now, so why even bother with bodily health?
i want it to mean something, cause when hard times come, again and again
i try to fight, can't even do that right, there is a weakness in me i cannot defend
fistfights with skinheads that always end badly
hating the people you used to love madly
the sense of futility each new day brings
these are a few of my favorite things
the anger and sadness that strike without warning
the fact that i'll just have to lie here till morning
gaining self-knowledge and how much it stings
these are a few of my favorite things
how getting light-headed feels like having wings
these are a few of my favorite things
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8. |
Ara Pacis
02:49
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your first taste of glory, the feelings it stirs
the indiscriminate massacres
you can change your name, but you can't make it all go away
keep on the move, spend whole years sleeping in tents
pray someday to be buried at the public expense
you're still the same little shit you were on your seventeenth birthday
pretend you know what you're doing, keep on pretending
think of all the good people who died defending
you, and brace yourself against surrender
suffer terrible losses, survive anyway
but what's gonna happen to you on the day
when you finally lose your last and best defender?
and i ran into your brother at the altar of peace
well you know what he's like, he did as he pleased
and he told me just exactly what he thought of me
he reminded me of you, he asked a lot of me
and i was so tired i could barely talk
the sun shone through the glass and glanced off the white rock
you try to let go the past and make it on your own
but it lasts like a building, like an etching in stone
and i ran into your brother and the bells in rome
sounded like the choirs of angels and i wanted to go home
for so long i fought what i thought were my enemies
then the lights came on and they were only memories
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9. |
Fiumicino
03:18
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(ambient instrumental, as at an airport)
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