2016Lashes lashed
Seems like weak notions
Of implications to come
Twenty sixteen
Cobblestones still kissing the fluids
Streaming from men and women
I think I need to, I got to, got to, got to get out
CalentureIt's been two days and seven hours
Since we ran out of water
And we already lost a few
They, as us, were starving
Good men, but not as hardened
As us remaining in the faith that they did loose
As we come crawling towards the tide
Coming DownCramped into a few square meters
Belongings scattered everywhere
Dwelling in and turning over every memory
Of warm countries, way south
Of ventures into dense, wild and overgrown land
And times when living seemed so much more alive
And I feel I'm coming down
Florida BreezeHome leaves waving
Syrupy air
At night he was left onboard
I'm nowhere
A fuel break
Been going longer than miles
Damage showing
Hungry for LoveBailo otra vez borracho desaprobando la dictadura del orgasmo
Soy el monstruo idiota que salive delante de la carne
Y me encuentro otra vez con este objeto oscuro
Que despierta mis antiguas soledades
Placeres tristes
Amores frios
Delicadezas manipuladores
Prefiero abrazar el caos
InformationLook at the golden zeppelin
Riding through the night sky
A hundred trillion dollars of animosity
In the fuel tank of currency
Travelling at relentless speed
Vast gas bags at enormous heat
Morrow is its passenger
Inner City PigeonI can't hardly recognize the place I grew up to know
They push the old aside and let the new unfold
It's those who hear the sound of re-modelled paradise
At the hiss of a plastic surgeon's knife
Sometimes I look through people's windows, babe
I see them lonely with technology
I see lovers going through the motions
King of Song
I grew up like any boy-child
In modest, humble conditions
But now they gild the ground I have betrodden
The globe is spinning on my thumb
People will rise for me
Put out their eyes for me
Let It Come DownWill the dust ever settle on us
The flames hiding in the smoke
Will there ever be enough
Or will the flames choke
Will our skin ever be dry
From the blood of the still-born
Will the rain wash our minds
And drip from our thorns
Lions DenThey bathe their limbs in transient guard
(they) Take refuge in commune
With tooth and nail
This great ordeal
Is placed on square rigging
Like shining a candle at the sun
Not much harm will be done
Like drinking a wall
Up for DaysDaylight gains
Mangled wonder
New mis-shapes
Grimaced splendour
Over us, the hours are hanging like fate itself
Like throbbing bells
Memories are flashing like a stroboscopic light
It seems a dream, in punctuated streams
Your Father's EyesI heard you talking in your sleep
I heard you crying out
You were telling tales I did not know
Were living in your mind
I wish I had been sleeping then
Because of what I heard
Such unspeakable cruelty