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NYC Ghosts & Flowers 2000, Geffen 1. Free City Rhimes 2. Renegade Princess 3. Never mind (what was it anyway) 4. Small flowers crack concrete 5. side2side 6. StreamXsonic Subway 7. NYC Ghosts & Flowers 8. Lightning |
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1. Free City Rhimes in a free lane ghosts passing time heat rises lights thru the town blown soundscapes blue city eyes black lightning new angel flies make a free line to the northern sky holy rain falls ghosts burn to shine elevator reach for the lights intuition free city rhymes 2. Renegade Princess jet black hair tangled stare blood inside silent stare naked heart red light night tangled heart midnight hair poor mans bride moonlight fight renegade crystal heart make way for the midnight princess midnight princess fight tonight renegades fight for life naked stairs in the midnight rain gonna fight for yr blood tonight crystal hearts gonna break you down tangled hearts in a midnight fight renegade princess fight fight 3. Never mind (what was it anyway) best + sexy what was it anyway jean-michel what was it anyway saw you there what was it anyway kneel right down what was it anyway guitar on the ground what was it anyway lost yr hand what was it anyway hipsters stand what was it anyway glitter tongue what was it anyway gave you a flower what was it anyway gave you the power what was it anyway saintly ghosts what was it anyway tingling down what was it anyway nevermind what was it anyway soot me over / feel me naked soot me over / feel me escape boys go to jupiter to get more stupider girls go to mars, become rock stars come on down down to the river come on down and jump right in come on down i dare you to win now come on down and down my friend come on down and jump in the river come on down and jump right in 4. Small flowers crack concrete small flowers crack concrete narcotic squads sweep thru poet dens spilling coffe grabbing 15 yr old runaway girls by frazzled ponytailed hair + tossing them into backseats of cop cars the narcs beat the bearded oracles replacing tantric love with complete violence lights + mirrors dot the city inkstained hippies w/ boxed lunch + marijuana mystery plays of shit and nothingness blessed by colors from a black hat blue lights search thru weeds searching for the heart of d.a.levy and the mind he left behind what didjoo expect? another mystic wreck? thats whatchoo got crawling in yr panic net whatdidjoo bring me? not a goddamn thing yet + whatdidjoo leave me? another tombstone dream yeh o salacious mansion, the boys held for ransom didja see where he's gone? the blasted summers dawn fucked up in cleveland fucked up in cleveland short flight to nothing heavens up to something heavens up to something levys up to something levys up to something death poems for the living gods of america plastic saxophones bleat, bleed for nothing, nada cops crashing thru doors infuriated by silver charms of suburban smoke at war with patches of red dirt glitter and bluejean fucking + protest 5. side2side meet me on the corner thursday wear your special underwear sway side 2 side automatic special underwear |
6. StreamXsonic Subway flipped on my perceptive cogs checked in with the future gods for melodies of bees and hogs start my day the perfect way burned a batch of mazzy funk poor girl noise and choke style punk clapped it on and off i slunk to the streamXsonik subway first i need my iris scanned as i smell the breeze of electric tin w/ purple lights i'm motioned in wink the gain to minus 10 fell asleep and missed my stop got rousted by a low-beam cop got a ticket-patch for ilicit flop then froze me with his jesus gun that don't mean i'm shot down yet the glow below of the whisper jet it all means so much to us we dream below the rainbows rust clippen on my streetmatik clogs pushed thru the hyped-out fervent fogs found my way with sensoid jogs new radio structure state my name and locus frame paid the price for crashing fame the apprentice sparks his initial flame the printout says "further" antique minds with rivered hair streamXsonik subway fare stay in touch with electric dear our lightmap eyes together 7. NYC Ghosts & Flowers when the phone rang, 3 in the morn, dead middle of night there was nuthin on the line i set back the silent receiver / tiny flames lit in my head hey did any of you freaks here ever remember lenny? i can't remember his last name he's turned to dust now, one of the chosen few left out in the rain, out of town again left out in the rain, ocean bound i guess between the matress and a column of hazy faces i remember every word you said quite a clear picture ev'ry word you said the door was open but the way was not lit and there was no way out of my head on a crimson hiway by a chrome bumper i last saw you: alive / inclined to thrive / evening fireflies lit sparks around yr head but wait a minute let's back up a bit: some famous stars were busted by the thought police down on fashion avenue impersonating real men / not knowing who they really were now here at dark corners all is calm and quiet and good the kids are up late dreaming quiet questions in a graceful mood: can you please pass me a jug of winter light? fold me in an ocean's whim? in sweet corrosive fire light? in the city made of tin? are you famous under the skin? familiar with the things you wanted? able now to take it all in? making peace w/ every hole in the story? did lightning keep you up all night? illuminate the soot and grit? can you tell how high the sky tonight? dig out from under in spite of it? can you cover up the one that floats? can you push back the hours? i hear yr voice, i speak yr name among nyc ghosts and flowers will we meet? to run again? thru nyc ghosts and flowers 8. Lightning |
