1. |
INGA
05:23
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Inches patrolled by wenches
With shaky digits on the switches
it’s not going anywhere
In the midst of a fit, tussled and tarnished
Two twins are pit, play their parts quite caustic
With spines aligned in wait
And tithes on the minds of state
If only, if only, if only
If only if
In the midst of a fit, tussled and tarnished
Two twins are pit, play their parts and their cards caustic
Where hounds in gowns await
Their brand new austere estate
Inches patrolled by payroll wenches
With no idea where their pension is
Where hounds in gowns await
Their shiny new austere estate
If only, if only, if only
Ça ne va nulle part
il me pèse
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2. |
The Late Trane
05:42
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The bird’s dead
At least that’s what Charlie said
Or what I thought I heard him say
Billie’s been beat down, beat red
The dive’s all but done for, left for dead
The proud kneel, but not to pray
Starving minds, robbed of due fame
All wax bows to clay
Throats like in wait for Amtrak trains
Down so low, they look forward to pain
Now it’s all grand schemes and moonbeam bread
No hallowed grand left un-tread
Begging in a near-desperate way
Now it’s mink-down, straight down through the head
End all, see all, know all, to bed
All wax bows to clay
Stay with me awhile, if it’s all the same
One inside head is one inside brain
throats lie, await Amtrak trains
down so low, they look forward to pain
as their shoulders flutter something quite profane
and this last hit is for the late Trane
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3. |
Constrict the Craw
03:22
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As I steal a sheet
Of compressed dead tree
To mop up a spell
From the leaden well
Attempt to peel
Brass shaving and steel
Full. Cubes. Culled.
From the chorus of dull
We row our shoal
To the shores of our toll
Commit to toil
Try and coerce the oil
To consider a stall
To constrict the craw
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4. |
Against Their Will
06:27
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Less wind hits your back while you’re traveling forward
More hits your face when you’re standing still
The hard water wears the softer boulders
Pi-bonds breaking against their will
Less you’ve seen the less you want to move forward
More or less, that’s why we’re standing still
The hard skulls crack the softer discourse
Bright lights pushing against their will
They won’t change
From a place
To a frame
Where it’s safe
I don’t get around much anymore
Not too sure I ever will
Time won’t tell us what’s in store
But I can tell ya it’s worse standing still
Less of the old ways, less of those out to get ya
More of the times on an even keel
Hard years a-comin’ says the softer scripture
Idols cast aside against their will
Less land’s left and there’s no much left for ya
More goes to waste aways away from the spill
Hard-headed swine make it into the farmhouse
Fowl sow their clothes, against their will
They won’t change
From a place
To a frame
Where it’s safe
I don’t get around much anymore
Not too sure I ever will
Time won’t tell us what’s in store
But I can tell ya it’s worse standing still
I don’t get around much anymore
Time won’t tell us what’s in store
Less wind hits your back while you’re traveling forward
More of the times on an even keel
Not too sure I ever will
More or less, that’s why we’re standing still
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5. |
The Man in the Red Cape
05:42
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Let me in, the cold voice said
In a space of space, but no breath
Should we be wrapped in heat
That breathed and fed
So far, so cold. Yet dimensionless
In dreams, blue lips
As two halves, meaningless
Blind to forget
A half-dead spectrum left
That breathed and fed
There was a time before this place
When cold could melt
And words could go
Left unsaid
Unbred and unfed
But puddles turned to poison
And every poison a place
Where she last lay
And held his broke, his broken
His broken head
To want is to forget
Heat agape
Bled out, elate
One cell. Create
And it’s too late
It’s too late
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6. |
Dead as Dillinger
05:24
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Dead as Dillinger
alone at last
I haven’t been this far south
In a year and a half
When you’ve got instinct
There’s no room for proof
Besides - they’d all still be alive
If they’d done what I told them to
Are you a doctor? Then I don’t want to hear it!
Or a snake charmer? Then I don’t want to know it!
Are you a doctor? No!
Or a snake charmer? No!
Your PO called
said you’re wanted in the attic
Didn’t create this situation
but at least I’m dealing with it
It’s the sad truth
time is on your side
The hours, like roaches
see how they scatter with the light
Are you a doctor? Then I don’t want to hear it!
Or a snake charmer? Then I don’t want to know it!
Are you a doctor? No!
Or a snake charmer? No!
Lord knows love grows where my Rosemary goes
Don’t heed the lies of Miss Doris Day
It takes a long time to die, I’m talking days
Drenched in panic
Useless
just standing there
There’s an ache of calm
then out of the blue
the whole places turns into one big
Are you a doctor? Then I don’t want to hear it!
Or a snake charmer? Then I don’t want to know it!
Are you a doctor? No!
Or a snake charmer? No!
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7. |
Raised
05:58
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8. |
Aten Impaled
08:11
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A loss that cannot be mourned
Channel Six coyotes are ready with the bios of those scorned
Steel and lead-ridden. Switching off.
The great evacuation led by the cotton-mouthed moth
Ducts and pores barren. The annual ritual stale.
And yet her chest is wrenching as if her king is once again impaled
Mascara ran so long
She feels strange with cheeks pale
In strange bed, her jaw hangs lucid
As if was once again, he was impaled
Guardsmen speak of revolving. It escapes her meek grasp
Only the living question crossfire, as if her lost anchor was to be the last
Spilling over the procession, the beams botched their cue
Gowns and gums glisten as the 19th regiment’s 21st cartridge flew
Sun was supposed to slack this day
Yet it was part of the teeming hail
One more bond broken
Even Aten wished her king impaled
Mascara ran so long
She feels strange with cheeks pale
In strange bed, her jaw hangs lucid
As if was once again, he was impaled
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9. |
INGA {Reprise}
04:19
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Ça ne va nulle part
c'est vieux comme le temps
Ça ne va nulle part
il a toujours été
Ça ne va nulle part
Un grillon dans la brume
Ça ne va nulle part
il me pèse
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UPHOLSTERY Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Dark music for curious minds.
Upholstery creates original works for stage, film, and
stereos. The ensemble draws on a wide range of musical influences - from Portishead to Talking Heads, cabaret to post-punk - while striving to create music that is visceral and thought-provoking.
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