Lyrics:
The Edison Museum, not open to the public
Its haunted towers rise into the clouds above it
Folks drive in from out of town
To gaze in amazement
thousand years
The lady of the ice sounds
A deathly distant rumble
To Titanic-breaking children lost
In melting crystal tears.
Capturing black
I'm feelin' easy
The ocean breeze be
Carrying me, I'm Tel Aviv'n
And now I'm seeing
And I'm believing
Because these streets
Got melody in 'em
I met your son last nite on the steps of the museum
selling ecstacy and weed to all the children
He looked so much like you
I just had to ask him
the museum
And someone made love in the glass
And I'd forgot my name
And the way back to my mother's house
With your black cool eyes and your bitten lips
belts. Their seat belts
Everyone fastens their seat belts
They're safe to go!
The bus has arrived at the museum
At the museum. At the museum
The bus has
confusion, yeah, yeah
We don't need a history lesson
Museums are made to lie
We won't be xeroxed for the future
Careless children never die, hot damn
Thinly
We
Organic images
Dissolving earth
Our future children
Sure at us unfixed
From a residence of stars
In their sidereal ships
Ho sailing
motel
Hunted by the world
Or death of old age
The children will all study your remains
In a museum somewhere
Homosapien extinct
I should've listened
No more chump change, none of that bull
Just movies, museums and the hall of fame
So all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top where we
No more chump change, none of that bull
Just movies, museums and the hall of fame
So all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top where we
love is
There's a poet writing from Tel Aviv
And from the radio Tom Waits sings
Not alone I woke and girls that smoke
And the scent beneath hummingbirds
a Glock
If you got some beef please express that in silence
Or else, violence
But right here is the life, it's the children of the concrete
Living off
Well, Zenora Bariella and Coriander Pyle
They had sixteen children in the usual style
They had a curio museum and they had no guile
All they ever
ever wanted to be
Your laughter shot across Delancey
You swore you would never leave
And there was always the A train
If you missed the beach at Tel Aviv
a weight
Every sigh a conversation
Let's lock it all away
Not in front of the children
Sin and love and hate and sin
And sin and love and hate and sin
wêreld verbeel
Die sinagoge nou ʼn pakhuis en Kaplans gesluit
Mevrou Kaplan se kinders is lankal landuit
Haar seun in Sidney, dogter in Tel Aviv
Skryf
Cauterized birds, broken orange . .
Words of the joyless paintings.
I've been to the museum, I've seen the words of the joyless paintings.
We would make
make this album decadence
Turn mass to energy, medicine and telepathy, conspiracy, Tel Aviv
Buildin' the food pyramid type heart with the left plate
Stars of winter Wednesday
Lightning in the gloom
Bright to bitter gateways
Walking on the moon
White museum round your smile
Memory
Crystal case for
You are martyrs
Justice is near
Justice is near
We're all sons of Adam & Eve
There's more to life than Tel Aviv
Never been da one to visit stolen land
of little swingers wishin' they could be her
Em d
Some of those sisters can rock and roll
See am
All god's children gotta little bit of soul
Em d see am
But
a uniform looking in
He walks the floors and guards the museum
He stays inside all through the night
Washes his hands
cnd visits with the Rembrandts
In
I'm up in meetings, and you better believe me
Now that we got the arena, the sonics makin' a come back
I'm not a businessman, I got children, man
I
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