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Brave young cowboys of the near north side
Mount those bridge rails
Ride all night
Scream when captured
Arch your back
Let this whole town hear your knuckles crack
Sapphire Trans-Am
High beams in vain
Drive wild broncos
Down the plain
Push up to the corner
Where the turbines hiss
Some day we won't remember this
Crawl til dawn
On my hands and knees
God damn these vampires
For what they've done to me
Tie those horses
To the post outside
And let those glass doors open wide
And in their surface
See two young savage things
Barely worth remembering
Feast like pagans
Never get enough
Sleep like dead men
Wake up like dead men
And when the sun comes try not to hate the light
Some day we'll try to walk upright
Crawl til dawn
On my hands and knees
God damn these bite marks
Deep in my arteries
Crawl til dawn
On my hands and knees
God damn these vampires
For what they've done to me
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Let the camera pull back 'til the fullness of the frame is clear and plain
Peer into the screen until you see it all like a vision in a crystal ball
Let it all fill with smoke
Is this somebody's idea of a joke
Let the fixer work until the silver's washed away and take the picture from the tray
Look hard at what you see and then remember you and me and let the truth spring free
Like a jack-in-the-box
Like a hundred-thousand cuckoo clocks
From the Oregon corners
To the Iowa corn
To the rooms with the heat lamps where the snakes get born
Crawl through the tunnel and follow, follow the light northwest
See that young man who dwells inside his body like an uninvited guest
See the tunnel twist
Clutch your birthright in your fist
Let the camera do its dirty work down there in the dark
Sit low, rise high, and bring back some blurry pictures to remember all your darker moments by
Permanent bruises on our knees
Never forget what it felt like to live in rooms like these
From the California coastline
To the Iowa corn
To the rooms with the heat lamps where the snakes get born
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Crude little wooden idols and aviator shades
The trinkets and the treasures we brought back from the crusades
Some guy in an Impala shakes his head when he rides by
But I remember when we shared a vision, you and I
Worked hard to build this altar we made it earn its keep
The cracks across its surface spiderweb while we're asleep
The sacrificial stains all spread out and soaking through
But I remember when we kept it pretty, me and you
And high above the water the eagle spots the fish
Every martyr in this jungle is gonna get his wish
Stockshots, stupid stockshots from the Pamona mall
Set up like unloved icons gathering dust up on the wall
From films no one remembers they call down silently
But I remember when their names were dear to you and me
Pennies on the dollar everything's gotta go
The things that we can't even give away I don't wanna know
Try to see if secrets burn when you hold them up into the light
I remember when we loved each other day and night
And high above the water the eagle spots the fish
Every martyr in the jungle is gonna get his wish
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Pause at the stone tower in the foothills
Why should we hide from anyone?
Held you in my arms for the first time that day
Felt like God's anointed when you didn't push me away
Gold light shining on so many things in the age of kings
Gold light shining on so many things in the age of kings
Lean on the concrete walls in shadow
Why should we wait to throw the switch?
Felt your name burn in like a tattoo into my skin
Rain on the clay tiles all night your head nestled beneath my chin
Gold light shining on so many things in the age of kings
Gold light shining on so many things in the age of kings
In the lost age where the jewels hide
And the salt sticks in the waiting stone still warm
Small chambers shrinking till they vanish
Wolves in the hallway gaining ground
Reach down to the moment when I should have said something true
Shadows and their sources now stealing away with you
Gold light shining on so many things in the age of kings
Gold light shining on so many things in the age of kings
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One clear shot or else he gets away
Red sun high in the sky tonight
Look west from London down toward Hollywood
Remember the first days of California
You don't wanna see these guys without their masks on
You don't wanna see these guys without their masks on
Fat rich men love their twelve-years-olds
Deco cuff links and cognac by the glass
Look west from London toward the Emerald City
Remember Minnesota
You don't wanna see these guys without their masks on
You don't wanna see these guys without their masks on
Or their gloves
Sweet spearmint and bitter tangerine
Bedside decked with roses
Look west, looks west, look west and look away
From old familiar faces
You don't wanna see these guys without their masks on
You don't wanna see these guys without their masks on
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Come hard through the fog blindfolded and bound
Till we stand at the edge of a hole in the ground
We hold hands and we jump and as we fall we sing
Paupers heralding the walls of the castle going to meet the king
Never sleep, remember to breathe deep
Never sleep, remember to breathe
Breathe deep
Crash in from deep space shot birds falling fast
Who will be there to catch us in his jaws
When we arrive alive at last?
I can't hear you in the dark
Wish I knew where you'd gone
Know you're there, off in the shadows somewhere
Try to soldier on
Never sleep, remember to breathe deep
Never sleep, remember to breathe
Breather deep and breathe humbly
Secure your mouthpiece when you can
Toxic shapes adorn the walls
As we rise from our knees
Someone's coming to reward us, you wait and see
Or crush us both like fleas
Never sleep, remember to breathe deep
Never sleep, remember to breathe
Breathe deep
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1,2,3 and
I heard the wings beat on the wind tonight
As the heat stole power from the darkening night.
I saw the streets fill up with people that I knew,
People who looked like you.
Rise if you're sleeping, stay awake.
We are young supernovas and the heat's about to break.
Drift through the streets, walk between the cars,
Newborn sons and daughters spat forth from distant stars
The summer will reveal itself to those whose hearts are true
And to the faithless few.
Rise if you're sleeping, stay awake.
We are young supernovas and the heat's about to break.
Who will rise and who will sink?
Who's going to stand his ground and who's going to blink?
Surge forward from Van Courtland Park like frightened sheep
Spirit throngs that hoist us high, three thousand warriors deep.
Spray our dreams on any surface where the paint will stick
Try to time the rhythm, listen for the click.
Rise if you're sleeping stay awake.
We are young supernovas and the heat's about to break.
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Gather you wolves from graveyards when I get home bury them again
Wonder if you'll ever get the chance to ask me why I turned you in
I save my own skin but I live to fight, I live to fight another day
Still remember how brave you were when they came to take you away
And I feel guilty but I can't feel ashamed
Prowl through empty fields great Cain
Thought I'd seen a ghost up on the boulevard between the broken bricks
It's hard to tell a gifts of the spirit from clever counterfeits
Sleep walk through my days and mark the hours until these dark times fade
Like a caterpillar crawling out along the surface of the blade
And I feel guilty but I can't feel ashamed
Prowl through empty fields great Cain
Rummage through the gutted storehouse now and lick the sweat from my brow
Saw the trucks roll out the morning not sure when they're coming back again
Feel the prickings of my conscience in my chest every now and then
Sometimes a great wave of forgetfulness rises up and blesses me
And other times the sickness howls and I despair of any remedy
And I feel guilty but I can't feel ashamed
Prowl through empty fields great Cain
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Bang the small rocks on the big ones
Till the small ones are sharp and clean
Catch something, kill something
New blade cuts real keen
And then the grass grows up to cover up the firepit and the forge
Half a world away from the Olduvai Gorge
Chew these roots for a toothache,
Chew these ones for atmosphere
Dream the pleasant dreams that people dream
When they grow up down here
And the the grass grows up to cover up the firepit and the forge
Half a world away from the Olduvai Gorge
Take care of the old man
See if he's in pain
Have somebody stay with him
Comfort him when he complains
Keep to ourselves mostly
Few friends and fewer closer friends
Lead a long life if you're lucky
Hope it never ends
And then the grass grows up to cover to cover up the firepit and the forge
Half a world away from the Olduvai Gorge
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If you really want to conjur up a ghost
Cultivate a space for things that hurt you most
Rake the sands until they surface
Bind their tiny eyes
Stake out your position let your armor fall
Stay put till they find you it won't take long at all
Rake the sands until they surface
Up they come gone translucent
They're coming up no matter what
Fools rush in and the doors slam shut
Ghosts of my childhood stay with me, if you will
Find a place where there's water hold you under till you're still
Rake the sands until they surface
Don't let anybody call them ugly
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Catch a lucky break try to make it last
Rig a blanket curtain up between the present and the past
Play my lucky number for most of what they're worth
Lie about my age right down to my last day on this earth
Set you sights on good fortune, concentrate
Pull back the hammer, try to hold the gun straight
Hit the gym each night
Stay cool and seldom speak
Keep the heart of a champion
Never let them see you're weak
And whatever they say on your page three mention
Focus on the parts that make you feel good
Be grateful for the attention
Set your sights on good fortune, concentrate
Pull back the hammer, try to hold the gun straight
Try to hold the gun straight and true and steady
Let the frame find you when the cameraman's ready
Work until I drop drift from place to place
Ehrenfeld, Pennsylvania, scratched into my face
Set your sights on good fortune, concentrate
Pull back the hammer, try to hold the gun straight
Try to hold the gun straight
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It's all good to learn that right outside your window
There's only friendly fields and open roads
And you'll sleep better when you think
You've stepped back from the brink
And found some peace inside youself
Laid down your heavy load
It gets all right to dream at night
Believe in solid skies and slate blue earth below
But when you see him you'll know
It's okay to find the faith to saunter forward
With no fear of shadows spreading where you stand
And you'll breathe easier just knowing that the worst is all behind you
And the waves that tossed the raft all night have set you on dry land
It gets okay to praise the day
Believe in sheltering skies and stable earth beneath
But hear his breath come through his teeth
Walk by faith
Tell no one what you've seen
It's all good to learn that from right here the view goes on forever
And you'll never want for comfort and you'll never be alone
See the sunset turning red let all be quiet in your head
And look about, all the stars are coming out
They shine like steel swords
Wish me well where I go
But when you see me you'll know
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There's the part you've braced yourself against and then there's the other part
Steal up incling northward streets with some weird sickness in the dark
Saw your name on the sidewalk, saw your brave face in my mind
If you're gonna sit next to the dealer you get to bet blind
Never get away, never get away, I am never ever gonna get away from this place
Laid out on the street my eyes toward the sun your star next to my face
The compasses I came into this world with never really worked so good
Gentle shadows spilling down the hills up on Mulhollad at Ledgewood
Turn back turn back, find someone to tell your secrets to
Dream past an old hotel on Ivy and seconds later I saw you
Never get away, never get away, I am never ever gonna get away from this place
Laid out on the street my eyes toward the sun your star next to my face
Let the camera track me from the footlights to the wings
Let me set aside an hour or two in memory of sweet things
Regrind the lens again and again and again and again, but still the picture flips
Anyone here mentions Hotel California dies before the first line clears his lips
Never get away, never get away, I am never ever gonna get away from this place
Laid out on the street my eyes toward the sun your star next to my face
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