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Dark Side Of The Spoon
Album Name: The Dark Side Of The Spoon
Produced By: Hypo Luxa/Hermes Pan
Release Date: 1999
Record Label: Sire - 9-47311-2
Tracks:
- Supermanic Soul (3:13)
- Whip and Chain (4:23)
- Bad Blood (4:59)
- Eureka Pile (6:23)
- Step (4:07)
- Nursing Home (7:00)
- Kaif (5:26)
- Vex & Siolence
- 10 / 10 (5:24)
- Linda Summertime
(spoken sample: "take this first song and uh, dance I mean this, uh, first, let's start playing and dance.") Well I just shot a man to death I´ve gotta blow him out of my head He fired back and then it stopped A final shot and a final breath Afraid to stop and afraid to check The smell of fear, the color red Had him with a 2 inch shell Well it´s a brutal smell of death (* 4) Saw my reflection in a spoon. I had it with my non-adequate excuse I´ve got a supermanic soul I´ve pulled the trigger in the record room (* 2) I´ve put a stop to his loonytoons I´ve put him down in the record room These are for you Dead - break this These are for you Dead - break this Dead! (talking samples) These are for you Dead - break this These are for you Dead - break this * 3Don't wanna hear your voice Don't really know if I have a choice Don't wanna be the one that makes you forget You're choking on regret ( * 2) You're choking on death Don't think we've ever met Don't think you offered up a God give name Who did the talking then, the whip or the chain? You've got pleasure from the sentence of pain But then they get you with the burden of shame The true measure if the one that remains Don't wanna .. Don't wanna .. Don't wanna be your cane Don't wanna be your cane baby Don't wanna be your cane Don't wanna be your cane baby Don't wanna be your cane (very fast wailing sample: In a concrete cell, No soul would dare to tell She craves to cup his mind She makes him give them time She likes to throw a whip And see a young boy slip She likes to see him crawl Right up the chamber walls When their eyes are covered like vultures she hovers She gets her love and hate When they scream no more She gives them just one more Won't let you kill me just yet Don't even care if there's a price on my head Don't wanna ID up in a bloody refrain Don't wanna be your .. Don't wanna be your cane Don't wanna be your cane baby Don't wanna be your cane I said, I don't ...don't... I don't wanna be you cane (* 2)Wild skies Full moon and thoughts collide We look for answers in those catatonic, bloodshot eyes The eyes that vomit are the ones that are in love Those aren't tears, They're just bad bad blood Just bad bad blood! Wild lives The big surprise. We get our clues from what The funhouse mirrors authorize A ray of thought turns happy endings into mud Where there's denial, there's bad blood Chorus: (wailing sample: Do you remember the strain? Do you remember the pain? Do you remember the cause or the blame?) Bad Blood! (wailing sample: Do you remember need? Do you remember lust? Do you surrender your greed or your trust? ) Bad Blood! Wild eyes He's finally come alive How'd all things mediocre Wind up all things all the time A steady stream of madness Rises to a flood The clock is ticking for Bad Blood Chorus. [fade out...]I seem to find myself each time I run away Don't give me vivid in some yester body (selling) days ? Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time Or d'ya like some quick sand baby running off my summer wine Same faces broken homes Those memories have fled All tears within me now are dormant or dead My viens are bursting with a thirst that you cannot ignore Alright Eureka's Pile Now my saviour, or my whore There's a lot that they don't mind when things aren't what they seem I always wake up baby cos I always wake up me My life may ain't come to much Ignore my history Least my Eureka Pile can see some way I feel Ain't the way I see (* 2) My Eureka Pile and me.I need help I need help I don't know who I am no more I'm gonna get some help Help me [ Singing: Step! Step, step it up baby! Got a question for you: like, who, what, where, why? Are we even here? Or are we following alone like another lost Indian looking for his tribe? Oh dial the phone. We might as well find someone else. ??? Grrr! ] (wails) I like to apologize to all my wonderful fans For sticking by me through such troubled times I love all you so much I wish I could take you all to the Betty Ford Clinic Yeah [ Singing: Step! Step it up baby! We gotta sell instutions of recovery, We gotta kill distrubutions of the pills I take! ??? Grr! Step! Step it up baby! ...] I love all my fans Through these times of nakedness If I could I'd take any one of you with me Put you right underneath my pillow [fade out..]The moat in my eyes never bring me no sleep They just strap me inside with the demons I keep Gotta leave me alone gotta let it be lone Tired of living, too tired to die Makes the sharks keep swimming when he don't know why Gotta get the lean fin Only thin that he wears Nursing me to the movie that he shows Nursing me to the bureau and the ? Nursing me can't you leave me alone? Nursing me in a nursing home Sleeping and working and an old man Come just to profit my feet with a broken old hose Stop riding those rails Stop setting those sails He likes (boom boogie ??) He's got an old trombone While he's laughing at the fires with a broken beat phone Got a troubled soul But he's not that cold (Chorus) I've been nursed ten years in a nursing home! Stinking on water i could use me food He needed big fat gravy on the wake of pot roast Got a fire inside It's gonna burn him alive Talking and struggle till the roof is blown Got a bed and three squares in a nursing home Gonna say bye-bye He's gonna walk on byI love the silence I'm in. I think I dreamed this before Some lives seem so incomplete Some just keep coming back for more Where did the time go? (echoing) (*3) I can't remember how it end Don't even know who I am A fading memory A fading image redrawn Can't wait for ever more Where did the time go? (echoing) (*3) Remember things I never said I've seen the faces before I hope the future is dead The dead keep asking for more Where did the time go? (echoing) (*3)If the child slaughtered Then found later Wrapped up and withered After many years Crawled out from under untold layers To take a shallow breath and listen What would it hear? Would the child answer Full of anger Full of rage & bloodlust spoken but never shown With a seeming riddle Or a puzzle Neither the brutal nor the timid could have known Deep down inside, too dark to see The sex commands a shot of something What violent alter could there be? Here is the end Here is nothing Nothing After breathing in the beginning? After beating through what wasn't there Death became the only answer, but not the cure The final act became the meaning No-one cared Deep down inside, too dark to see The sex commands a shot of something What violent alter could there be? Here is the end Here is nothing Nothing [fade out]Instrumental
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