Deconstruction Lyrics
L.A. Song Blue screen water it's not an
ocean anymore it's just a backdrop now come on la brae bones walk west bring
your water plant your scenery ramona map out the dream make the desert grow
move out flat don't rise up one neighborhood kraft cheese and a cup of joe
raw fish in a burrito game show straight to video in the land of the setting
sun psychotherapy sci-fi religion tit pigs bikini barbell chakra gridlock
don't think just talk jog don't ever walk weight loss talk radio roll up
your windows private home securities take the streets while the LAPD become
blue machines cop copter spotlights down premiere klieg lights up none of
your business buildings gonna keep you out and keep us in there's a hope
downtown and a mission that feeds en pocas palabras de espera un duelo this
is no place this takes place does your horizon burn I have lived here my
whole life I don't need more stories about your broken midwest boulevard
dreams stars also lie down that street you pretty little town you sad flower
in the sand you pretty little town give me some of you venus and a silver
moon give me some of you.
Single Wash your face to the mirror in an open
robe while I watch you from the bed we made a pool of sweat again this afternoon
a bedroom two months into a day it's a shame when the parts fit it's a shame
when the parts fit but the machine won't work all dressed up in the dream
but without the wings heating up to fusion instead of a union even love
can't make two one it's breaking me all I could have done all I did not
do my exoskeleton heart you reach to through my ribs with your chipping
fingers and revealing fingernails breathe into me breathe into me your the
pale-skin gift that no god ever promised me thank you for my life.
Get At 'Em Not a whole lot changes I'm too many
heartbeats a minute my bed is sheet- twisted and I'm sleepless my brain
is baffled boggled and battle-fatigued I'm my career I'm radio static I'm
my income traffic the car I drive I'm panic and I need TV for my dreams
seventh eleven seventh heaven I'm green I want I need convenience I am addicted
and I'm six digits ambitions bloating I'm busy noisy infidelities to the
dream I had of who I might turn out to one day be I'm caffeinated and incorporated
cog in the wheel of the machinery naked aggressive nightly newsish and stress-related
on the couch I'm home plate I'm crack cocaine and cholesterol I play hard
ball I mean business and I've got a hard-on for hate what is a god and whose
is this country when it's only city me and mine I see my life flash before
me when I try to sleep I am product not a whole lot changes I can.
Dirge A girl walking by my window she couldn't
be more than fourteen she's eating her ice cream it only seems to make her
cold over a decade now has brought me from the time before I could have
conceived of the explosions that would bring the sunlight to me bring the
sunlight to me pull me pull me into you on your daddy's couch plastic jesus
blue grey clothing hold our hands and fall in line oh and I'm never cool
enough polished paulist fathers and their priestly seemings are all far
gone now I don't believe in books I believe in sentences I'm not as angry
or afraid I get hit and I just keep coming.
Son Hello mom it's me can I watch your TV I
know this is the last time I feel different this time I promise I'll feel
better when you see me again lock the doors and wait for me I'll be right
back with my medicine I know it's early but I really appreciate the ride
downtown and thanks again for the brand new tennis shoes I promise I'll
feel better when you see me again lock the doors and wait for me I'll be
right back with my medicine I could be twenty-three I could be forty-seven
if anyone calls for me mom you know where I'll be.
Big Sur Dust to dust sperm to worm pull up from
the sludge and cry out spit out the rage suck up the fear lock yourself
in and drive drive drive quiet the nervous cables circuitries spinal cord
and fingers drool for the bell that rings on and on any given day it's just
that take what you can and strike back all the spacious smog and stucco
skies cant belie the truth in her eyes gone are the dusty gods of duck and
cover drills stardust that makes the hand that pulls the precious bones
from the sand jump from the rock into the cool waters and she shines she
shines gone are the dusty gods of echo cathedrals.
Hope Dahmer got fifteen life sentences today
I'm visiting friends in the hospital too much fear too little life for much
too long and all the traffic of the windshields filled with needy and greedy
eyes someone placed a rose on the sidewalk for St. Monica see the shabby
man in the park drop a sleeping bag like it was his dead soul see the cadillac
lady see the skateboard boy see the man hold the crinkled cardboard sign
will work for food please the lady steps out of her sports club in her pink
sports clothes handing her valet ticket to the valet there's one man on
each bus stop bench one with a bridled retriever for eyes one with a shabby
t-shirt that reads where exactly are we.
One The blue flame that warms the national living
room the only window in the house the only window that matters blanketing
the whole world under one big cultural front lawn Irish Italian American
Tokyo Disneyland Hollywood hollyworld pluck out my eyes grind me into dust
lift me up make me whole make you one make you one of us pluck out my eyes
grind me to dust bear my child lift me up make you one of us make you part
of our American family we receive while we sit before our screens teach
us set us an example we can all live by.
America I was America this morning driving just
to drive no destination in mind just spinning my wheels like I said I was
America this morning I was America this morning I was America an overturned
truck mess slowed up the highway like for a movie a drive-in movie or a
circus sideshow we all waited for our turn to gawk four mexican bodies laid
out like battle casualties a fireman on one knee with hands filled with
frightened bloody Mexican face I rolled by I rolled by eating my egg mcmuffin
and I didn't care for those few moments I let Rome burn getting fatter and
uncaring I was America.
Sleepyhead You get all tired out I've got all
I need here with me here with you sleep now.
Wait For History Sanwa bank building the temple
of karnak and the scent of a steam engine and the halls of the faces that
came before me and the pillars we placed there the more you push it the
more it falls down trapped in a musty room till the process punch puts a
hole through the boards on all the windows and the light comes streaming
in and it shines on the dust who am I to know from which direction from
where the help I needed would come thank you so much for lifting the shroud
off of me so again I can see the grey for what it is which is everything
the wind and an unselfconscious breast the wait for history it's not up
to me it's time that decides terra-cotta fountains all dried up leave it
all again to the roaches when our dirty sidewalk becomes sheet rock and
history becomes geology.
That Is All How many times do I have to say
that I know that way one day I looked up now I don't want to spend another
day looking back 'cause I've learned and it might not make much sense that
all I have to say is all I have to say and that is all.
Contact the band at american@american.recordings.com