B FilmI can't pay today and I never will
I'm on the downside of the double bill
Here's where I am (no surprise)
A Monogram guy with Bela Lugosi eyes
So why did you say "love" is an act of the will?
to see something in me is to fall in love WITHOUT BEE "FILM",
Geneva's Gone Geneva's Gone
Geneva's gone, like forgotten songs
in a country sleeping warmly in the night.
We believe Exxon, and we play along
the water getting blacker as we fight
Geneva's gone, like a faded song
Holy SmokeLyrics:
Holy Smoke
Your eyes burn
but you're far from the fires of Rome.
Your head turns,
see everyone dance in the holy smoke.
You say,
Play me one for all my lovers,
I Fell Off My NameI write heresies and sign my name,
publish and perish all the same.
You ask why do I not stay?
Your sobrieties are all a shame
If you have pills on the candle flame.
Tell me, where's your doubter's face?
LimelightFrom the Kid to the Gold Rush
You can see the Modern Times
From the Rink to the Pay Day
You can see the City Lights
From the Count to the Circus
I'm still here behind the screen
One a.m. at the pawnshop
logosSigns on every mountain side
line highways, stitching desert thread.
Billboards break my spirits down,
sky writing in this shell over my head
My soul goes with your logos
From check-in to the flight
My soul goes with your logos
Lost StarsThere were still entire empires
of California highway
I wanted to share with you.
There were still foothills and fires,
and breakdowns on the runways,
I wanted to run with you.
Lost stars are coming on
Lost causes calling on
MetropolisLoud, subaltern city streets,
bellies wild with discontent;
tall, glass buildings, where we meet
watching classes in descent.
Whoever made these robot angels,
made these urban trash crustaceans;
they occupy the same streets,
New MediumThere's a light on the floor
Shows your just out the door
In a Russian film we belong
like a gentle jolt of montage
where the mis-en-scene flies
back and forth into your eyes.
I can hear you writing
North by NorthNorth by north— lest we have to settle down
we can sail without the wind in this town
Things that London never saw
Northern winters start to thaw;
To islands on the sea,
lands I’ve never seen,
things will get calmer—follow me.
One More CrashI wake up, I see the cracks in the walls
I think this building is gonna come down soon.
I step out, I breathe. I'm back on the street
I think this body has got to come down soon.
And in my machine, as cold as routine
I think this city is coming down soon.
Watching the light on the dash
PersuadedHe won't know Adorno
He's an adult with an adcult
You can buy your way into his head
He was never better
Wearing sneakers and a sweater
Made by 12-year-olds sweating in Shenzhen
Polaroid SolutionI put on a disguise
And put out both your eyes
You will not see me
You will not see me.
So put on infrared;
Turn the light off in your head
You will not see me
Small TalkMapping out the Interstate
My finger prints a figure eight
We come around, we've seen this place
before.
And climbing up the empire state
you hold my hand and hesitate
A camera shot, we've seen this place
The PersuadedHe won't know Adorno
He's an adult with an adcult
You can buy your way into his head
He was never better
Wearing sneakers and a sweater
Made by 12-year-olds sweating in Shenzhen
When the Book EndsThese days
the letter's like a freeze frame
All the old ways
get cluttered in the bric brac bones of the day
Now the book lights
They flicker like the fireflies
In the long night
The xerox of our sheets bound back for the day
You Know What I MeanMy patents are pending
For me to say what I wanted to say,
Your message confusing mine.
Technologies talking,
Hear them say what I wanted to say.
My parrot is mocking all of my
mechanical lines.