Альбом Clutch

Daedalus, your child is falling and the Labyrinth is calling.

Renegade heaps, humanity abandoned.
Bower of the vowels, you lit them and fanned them.
Mercury, the courier, celestial messenger
Bed with Dawn, your bride.
Arrowhead of Diane, pierce the mind of a man,
Tongueless muse of time

Born with a moustache and a supernova, tossed off the cliffs of Dover.
Washed up on a far away shore in the arms of the daughter of the Buffalo.
Mamma said he was the chosen one. Reverend said he was the other one.
All that pay no mind inside his Econoline.

Swallower of Planets, the profits of doom.
Quarterly projections, the profits of doom.

A caliph, rabbi, and a bishop walk into a bar.
One says to the other,
“Hey now brother, we haven't gotten very far.”

Who's the writing? John the Revelator.
He wrote the Book of the 7th Seal.

Swallower of Planets, the profits of doom.
Quarterly projections, the profits of doom.

Genesis and Exodus, Leviticus and Numbers,
Gideon is knocking in your hotel while you slumber.

Swallower of Planets, the profits of doom.

Never trust the white man driving the black van
He's just saving all his voodoo for you.
Just for you.

Never trust the white man driving the black van
He's just saving all his voodoo for you.
Just for you.

Please allow me to adjust my pants
So that I may dance the good time dance
And put the onlookers and innocent bystanders into a trance

Give disease so the swine will marry and propagate lies.
Tough luck for elected officials. The beast you see got fifty eyes.
Bring it on home, spread the wealth. Play it cool, the hand's been dealt.
Now, all the odds are in our favor. Save the victory speeches for later.

Streets on fire, the mob goes wild.

21 guns, box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered Federal Express on your mother's doorstep.

Condoleeza Rice is nice, but I prefer A-Roni.
And that man on the T.V. who speaks to the dead, you know that man's a phony.
Everybody move to Canada and smoke lots of pot.
Everybody move to Canada right now. Here's how we do it:
Bum rush the border guard before he and his dog ever knew it.

Streets on fire, the mob goes wild.

21 guns, box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered Federal Express on your mother's doorstep.

Well, all right.

There are women in Cypress Grove
And if they catch you, you don't go home
So get to booking and don't look back
A one way ticket on a two way track

Now tell me

Holy Diver, where you at?
There's a woman on the hill in a wide brimmed hat
With a shotgun, .44,
And a big blood hound in the back of a jacked up Ford.

They say the water is cherry wine
And all them women drunk all the time
Sheriff Jackson went out the back
And now his daughters all dress in black

Now tell me

Holy Diver, where you at?
There's a woman on the hill in a wide brimmed hat
With a shotgun, .44,
And a razor back boar in the back of a jacked up Ford.

You better keep on running Bukka
They're playing you for succotash and your stash is gone.

Now tell me

Holy Diver, where you at?
There's a woman on the hill in a wide brimmed hat
With a shotgun, .44,
And a black plastic bag in the back of a jacked up Ford.

Warmed up my motor, swindled the promoter
Took a lunatic for a ride
And a little voice said inside my head
Rosemary baby, I got the thyme

Suffering madness and the Pharoah’s plague
I, Akhenaten tell you some other day
No thank you, that’s enough for me
A little bit of Ritalin goes a long way

Ready to rock if you want to roll
Please step away from the vehicle
Ragnarock and revolutionize
Gimme just a minute while I clarify

Cooled down my temper, tried to remember
What it was I wasn’t to lose
And I probably could were it not for
The beer and the broads and the broads and the booze.

Hooked on stupid, and the whole shebang
I never have ever felt the same
No thank you, that’s enough for me
That’s prozacly not what I need

Ready to rock if you want to roll
Please step away from the vehicle
Ragnarock and revolutionize
Gimme just a minute while I clarify

I see that lantern trimmed low burning in our home.
And though I feel like crying, I swear tonight, I'll cry no more.

How many times have I prayed
That I would get lost along the way?

Dream with the feathers of angels stuffed beneath your head.
The regulator's swinging pendulum.

Come with me and walk the longest mile.

Is his wallet leather? Is his wallet fat?
For not a year later it's got you lying on your back.
You should have closed your windows and got another dog.
You should have chained up all the doors and switched up all the locks.

And how many times have I prayed
The angels would speed me away.

Dream with the feathers of angels stuffed beneath your head.
The regulator's swinging pendulum.

Come with me and walk the longest mile.

I’ll march no longer
I’ll fight no more
You can send out all the track snivelers,
But I’m done with war.

Wind him up, bring him back
Conscript, deserter.
The Worm Drink is loose.
Wind him up, bring him back
Conscript, deserter.
The proof is in the juice.

University Boulevard.
New Hampshire Avenue.
Tick Tock Liquor.
Thunderbird.

And now that we have totally lost all composure,
We will wither from exposure beneath the sun.

Wind him up, bring him back
Conscript, deserter.
The Worm Drink is loose.
Wind him up, bring him back
Conscript, deserter.
The proof is in the juice.

If you see me at the bottom,
Please bring me my running shoes.
And if you see me getting caught up,
Yeah, you know what to do.

I’ll march no longer
I’m done with war
Send out your snivelers,
But I’ll march no more.

Wind him up, bring him back
Conscript, deserter.
The Worm Drink is loose.
Wind him up, bring him back
Conscript, deserter.
The proof is in the juice.

Hold the presses Mikey! Hot news on the wire!
Hundreds see an image of a Guinness drinking choir.
Celebrities and cameras are headed to the scene
While presidents are fleeing to their speeding limousines.

Don't worry, it's just stigmata.
Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother.

Your local programming interrupted
by the mindless banter of a soulless talking head.
Roll out the red carpet, dripping bloody tongue.
Pay no mind to blue berets and all their shiny guns.

Don't worry, it's just stigmata.
Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother.

Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down?
Goose stepping with a smoking Irish fly.

And when our world is over, children by the fire
Raise their hands and pray that they may see a new Messiah.
And somewhere in the darkness a flag goes running by.
The smell of cigarettes and love are incense for the fly.

Don't worry, it's just stigmata.
Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother.

Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down?
Goose stepping with a smoking Irish fly.

When I die you can cut me up and take all that you please,
But pity the poor dumb fool who gets my bleeding spleen.
Corn pone, I born tomorrow, my bone marrow protein filled
Scotch whiskey Men of Tain have come to split your skills.

Hey, hey
I got your heaven, I got your burning hell, I got it all right here.

Wrap them tight in zip-lock bags to benefit good medicines.
If bad, you can toss them back and stuff them in sausages.
Isn't it something so becoming, a gentlemen of good taste.
The appetizer's quite the pleaser, but might you pass the pepper please this way.

Hey, hey
I got your heaven, I got your burning hell, I got it all right here.

Fertilizer makes your corn row higher, but makes your back yard stink.
And all the crows know where the wind blows, where water sinks.

Hey, hey
I got your heaven, I got your burning hell, I got it all right here.

No horizon is obscured by the clouds. Settlements make nary a sound.
And there were black birds singing and fish floating on the sea.
While the bells of the buoys all rang in harmony.

Bury your treasure, burn your crops,
Black water rising and it ain't gonna stop.

The governor he been long gone, anchor dropped on his front lawn.
Build a keep and dig a moat, the return of the Swollen Goat.
Can you hear the fife and drums, barnacles barking at the sun.
Ain't no chance, so don't you try, now everybody got to die.

Bury your treasure, burn your crops,
Black water rising and it ain't gonna stop.

WE DO NOT DESIRE TRIBUTES.
WE DESIRE INFORMATION.
WE SEEK THE WORM DRINK WHO HAS LATELY BETRAYED HIS NATION

Albatross on your neck and a hooker on the shore,
Dog-men to the deck, there's a hooker on the

IN THE WAKE OF THE SWOLLEN GOAT

Bury your treasure, burn your crops,
Black water rising and it ain't gonna stop.

*Ask Oslo.*

Back again with a quickness, pick it up, pick it up.
Master arithmeticness, light it up, light it up.
I got the heat in both feets, snake handler's hands.
Come back with slickness and do it all again.

My subtle hustle, smooth as mother's butter.
I let it ride on, I let it ride on.

Now I'm the media's darling, pick it up, pick it up.
An international phenomenon, light it up, light it up.
I cause eclipses with a wave of the hand.
Let them hang in ellipses and do it all again.

My subtle hustle, smooth as mother's butter.
I let it ride on, I let it ride on.

I got your number. I steal your thunder.
I got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm.

I drive out daemons. Can I hear an Amen?
Now say my name.
Lay hands on screaming heathens. And do it all again.

My subtle hustle, smooth as mother's butter.
I let it ride on, I let it ride on.

The leather soles go shuffling in,
Stinking of smoke and ten cent gin.
Now who will toast our noble host that has this morning given up the ghost?

The wooden coffer hand to hand.
Kind words are offered, silent prayers.
But she is satisfied the most while stabbing madly at the roast.

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve.
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve.

The creditor rides with his men.
The death of debtors he won't forgive.
They repossess his silver eyes, now in the potter's field he lies.

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve.
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve.

Waiting for a dead man's shoes.
Have you heard the latest news?
Lazarus is back from the dead looking as one would expect.
Dripping with the waters of Sheol.
Babbling about body and soul.
And Then he found his wife in their bed buck naked and already wed.

The tax collector beneath his sheets.
The door swings open. Floorboards creak.
Now who will toast our noble host who has this morning given up the ghost?

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve.
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve.

Did you not grant quarter to the daemon, giving treatment to its wounds?
And would you not consider it unnatural to be born outside the womb?
We eagerly await your response and your best defense.

La curandera is the young girl
In a linen dress of white.
She dances on black sand in the night
In her linen dress of white.

Let us vote to dunk the witch in the river Styx and photograph the lye.
So in the shadow of Cerebus her spirit will reside.

La curandera is the young girl
In a linen dress of white.
She dances on black sand in the night
In her linen dress of white.


BIRD IN THE FIRE, MOUTHFUL OF SAND
KING OF THE BRIAR, MOUTHFUL OF SAND
THE SCALE AND FEATHER, THE LOCK AND KEY
THE LORD OF WEATHER, THE BEAST AT PEACE

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