Альбом Jawbox

Blue-eyed bloody lullaby
Less a lesson than an alibi
Shot from only one side
Sanitize then canonize

Annex and index
Mirror too-perfect

Histories
I don't believe
I don't believe
I don't believe

Listened every day 'til 3
I'm the bitter beneficiary
Illustrate the story
Advertize your dignity

Annex and index
Mirror to perfect

Histories
I don't believe
I don't believe


I don't believe

Grains of sand
to mirror glass
righteousness
blazes back
twist the past
and reward the arrogance

Grains of sand
to mirror glass
righteousness
blazing back
twist the past
and reward the arrogance

I don't believe
I don't believe
I don't believe

I don't believe, I don't believe
I don't believe, I don't believe
I don't believe, I don't believe

She walks forward and over and over and backward.
She walks forward and over and over and backward.
This meeting takes on a life of its own,
and my position is: thought; less and it goes.
Forward and over and over and back.
Thoughtless and it goes.

Caught left hand right away,
and laughing heard her want to say she swore she'd rather stay.

Livid I am on top of the world,
and my position is.
Livid I am on top of the world,
and my position is.

Thoughtless and it goes.
Forward and over and over and back.

Livid I am on top of the world,
and my position is.


Livid I am on top of the world,
and my position is:
from graceless to grateful is so much to wait for.
A boxstep prayer we don't perform,
more like commit it.

Forward and over and over and back.
Feels like an idiot's holiest act.
Not so much taking a life of its own as taking the given.

Livid I am on top of the world,
and my position is.
Livid I am on top of the world,
and my position is.

Livid I am on top of the world,
and my position is.
Livid I am on top of the world,
and my position is.

I don't want to talk.
I roll my red eyes back,
closed and latched;
still you watch.

Sweep from left to right.
Frame six hundred nine,
it never lies,
like some electric eye.

Iodine night sky, straight to veins through eyes.
Iodine night sky, diagnose this time: sickness or a crime?
profane something fine; so you define.

Say it like you mean it, boy.
Shut your mouth until you can.

Ten times, ten times fast.

Dye infection black.


A note pinned on your back,
painfully exact.

Iodine night sky, straight to veins through eyes.
Iodine night sky, diagnose this time.
Now pathologize: sickness or a crime,
as you define.

Say it like you mean it, boy.
Shut your mouth until you can.

Ten times, ten times.

Say it like you mean it, boy.
Shut your mouth until you can.

Say it like you mean it, boy.
Shut your mouth until you can.

Ten times, ten times fast.

Some day he's gonna wake up
In a burning house
and wonder what to save
and wonder who to blame

(Some day he's gonna wake up
in a burning house
and wonder what got burned
and what looks the same)

Some day he's gonna take stock
of sleepwalking days
Similar prints and sutured pages

(Some day he's gonna take stock
of the time he lost
when he tied the knot and pulled the string)

Sessions
(He only hurt you)
...
(When you were lying)

You wanna make that bastard sing
(His only trade)
You wanna make that bastard sing
(His only trade)
You wanna make that bastard sing

Wishing you never lights out x8

said you were
10 feet tall yeah and bulletproof
10 feet tall yeah and bulletproof
armored character
makes it hard to move
but here's an impartial overview

at the bottom
oh they all want proof
and at the top
no one's making room
so brace yourself and then accelerate
sure you'll get there soon

(you can live)
I watch you work (live like this)
(this is it)
I watch you work (deviant)

(you can live)
I watch you work (live with this)
(this is it)
(this is it)

(hey!) yeah! take the big man down
(hey!)
ugh, fork tie
chump crown

I am wide eyed,
waiting on the truth,
but I'm thinking of ways to silence you

close-at-hand (you can live)
commonplace and cruel. (live like this)
rude joke (this is it)
jury-rigged, tool. (this is it)

(hey!) yeah! take the big man down
(hey!)
ooh, fork tie
chump crown

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Tracing oil trails and streaks of black,
serpentine, to certainties that never leave you.
Impact at the start of the escape,
far away, where no-one's coming to relieve you.

Excandescent star, swallowing your heart.
Excandescent star, swallowing your heart.

Betrayal's bible is handmade and heavyweight,
and best of all it's open ended.

Excandescent star, swallowing your heart.
Excandescent star, swallowing your heart.

Why do you stay if nothings left to save?
Eyewitness at the gate there to validate,
the claim that faith is not too far from fate.
Sealed to the page, the place you might be safe.

The weapon comes to cure the wound; it's overdue.
You keep the evidence to prove it,
and read the scraps like clinging leaves of tea,


but all I see is accidents, so rise above it.

Excandescent star, swallowing your heart.
Excandescent star, swallowing your heart.

Why do you stay if nothings left to save?
Eyewitness at the gate there to validate,
the claim that faith is not too far from fate.
Sealed to the page, the place you might be safe.

Is this superstition the one thing to add up?
Your trust that everything will turn to dust
is evidence enough.

Betrayal's bible is handmade and heavyweight,
and best of all it's open ended.

Why do you stay if nothings left to save?
Eyewitness at the gate there to validate,
the claim that faith is not too far from fate.
Sealed to the page, the place you might be safe.

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Take me down to the desert sea.
I don't want to wait.
I want to leech my memory.
Like bones by the desert sea,
bleached until no one can read their history.

Now dive, sun-blind, to the new starting line.
Now dive, sun-blind, to the new starting line.

Half-submerged in the desert sea, an ex-paradise.
Keepsakes down there for me,
like bones from the desert sea,
thrown for divination ceremonies.

Now dive, sun-blind, to the new starting line.


Now dive, sun-blind, to the new starting line.

Broken casino road.
Aluminum home.
Unbroken sky.
Absolve and die.

Sun-blind, to the new starting line.
Dive, sun-blind, to the new starting line.

Take me down to the desert sea.
I don't want to wait.
I want to leech my memory.
Like bones by the desert sea,
bleached until no one can read their history.

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Stretched on this city's grid,
sometimes I feel so well hid.
Pinned to this city's grid,
no sign to begin or end this capillary life.
This capillary life. This capillary life.

Streets are slender threads
to suspend the weight of consent
to days that never end,
when all I want
is more than they can send.
This capillary life. This capillary life.

Is it too late,
is it too late,
is it too late to change my mind?

Is it too late,
is it too late,
is it too late to change my mind?

This kind content reprise,
off course in veins of someone's time.

This kind content reprise,
off course in veins of someone's time.

Is it too late,


is it too late,
is it too late to change my mind?

Is it too late,
is it too late,
is it too late to change my mind?

Dream on the evening train: brakes scrape
a song through my hands,
turns to a barkers call.
Wide awake, not to understand.
This capillary life. This capillary life.

Is it too late,
is it too late,
is it too late to change my mind?

Is it too late,
is it too late,
is it too late to change my mind?

Is it too late,
is it too late,
is it too late to change my mind?

Is it too late,
is it too late,
is it too late to change my mind?

entropy's in,
embroidered on skin.
corrupt,
latch-hook thin for show,
you're in at dusk,
they clean you up until you glow.

absenter.
absenter.

secede, recede,
I'll mark your retreat
layers at a time.
get what you need.
you're: marks on tiles,
piss in the flowerbed,


scabs on knees.

absenter.
absenter.

save a little bit.
save it,
send it back to me.

absenter.
absenter.
absenter.
absenter.
absenter.
absenter.

Never was a cornflake girl
Thought that was a good solution
Hangin with the raisin girls
She's gone to the other side
Givin us a yo heave ho
Things are getting kind of gross
And I go at sleepy time
This is not really happening
You bet your life it is

Peel out the watchword just peel out the watchword

She knows what's going on
Seems we got a cheaper feel now
All the sweeteaze are gone
Gone to the other side
With my encyclopedia
They musta paid her a nice price
She's puttin on her string bean love
This is not really happening
You bet your life it is

Rabbit where'd you put the keys girl
And the man with the golden gun
Thinks he knows so much
Thinks he knows so much
Rabbit where'd you put the keys girl