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The Horrible Fanfare/Landslide/Exoskeleton
by Beck
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Ashes of nations
The nations of pavement
The chain-gang shadow playing tricks at the station
The theme song playing, the anthem of normal
The horrible fanfare, the points are distorted
On a public announcement, towns on my (cowboy?)
With the border (resounding?) cowards cower around us,
(Powerline?) buzzards, surveiling the night,
Talons in flight, fake horizons at night.
? on your lips, where hysteria kills,
(Some very old?) jungles with malaria pills,
The animals bleeding, ? in the night,
Burial kids wearing scars like a stripe,
Send up a signal to the heavenly basket
When the poison's coming from the person you're next to
Le the vultures of thought, pull the blood from the wound
'Cause if the soul is a symptom the condition is you.
We know it's a ? hand-me-down,
This thought is a purgery blindfold.
Where she crawls from the Himalayan rain,
With the birds of prey and the weapon's on the fire.
She's riding a landslide down to me,
Cutting the shackles off of me,
Shaking the dead birds from the trees,
She's taking the only air I breathe.
Are you lost in the plate glass sermon?
Don't call it death for me installment plan,
She's putting the armor on my back,
Rigging the coals over the tracks,
Taking a knife out from the stack,
She's bringing the blood that I had back,
Coming to see it's all the same,
Coming to see the sun again,
Coming to wash it off again,
Coming to see yourself again,
Coming to see yourself again,
Coming to wash it off again
I picture like a, like an illuminated manuscript. You know? Made by monks. They hand do them in record form. And you'd have to have it hand-done, each time.
Like, depending, like, change, depending on what mood you're in. Like the best, (stammering) or, like when you listen from a different age, they'll like, mean something different'
I don't like it when they change. It' frightens me.
You want them to stay the same way?
It makes me feel like someone's pushing me' from below. Put' trying to put me' turn me over, and put me down. That's what it makes me feel like when they change.
It has to tell you how to live. It is an instruction' guide. Suddle' It doesn't push, it nudges' it entices' er' it seduces. It has to encompass the whole world and everything that has, is, and will be..
That's' that's true.
'And could take it into space. And that's why we need a space ship. 'cause that's ultimately what space travel was all about, was sending out ships from earth into space. And not just in some, like, space shuttle that's got the foam coming off of it. You need your own glowing, you know, multicolored' space ship.
It would be inside the spaceship, and also, the spaceship. You know what I'm saying? Like an exoskeleton.
Ashes of nations
The nations of pavement
The chain-gang shadow playing tricks at the station
The theme song playing, the anthem of normal
The horrible fanfare, the points are distorted
On a public announcement, towns on my (cowboy?)
With the border (resounding?) cowards cower around us,
(Powerline?) buzzards, surveiling the night,
Talons in flight, fake horizons at night.
? on your lips, where hysteria kills,
(Some very old?) jungles with malaria pills,
The animals bleeding, ? in the night,
Burial kids wearing scars like a stripe,
Send up a signal to the heavenly basket
When the poison's coming from the person you're next to
Le the vultures of thought, pull the blood from the wound
'Cause if the soul is a symptom the condition is you.
We know it's a ? hand-me-down,
This thought is a purgery blindfold.
Where she crawls from the Himalayan rain,
With the birds of prey and the weapon's on the fire.
She's riding a landslide down to me,
Cutting the shackles off of me,
Shaking the dead birds from the trees,
She's taking the only air I breathe.
Are you lost in the plate glass sermon?
Don't call it death for me installment plan,
She's putting the armor on my back,
Rigging the coals over the tracks,
Taking a knife out from the stack,
She's bringing the blood that I had back,
Coming to see it's all the same,
Coming to see the sun again,
Coming to wash it off again,
Coming to see yourself again,
Coming to see yourself again,
Coming to wash it off again
I picture like a, like an illuminated manuscript. You know? Made by monks. They hand do them in record form. And you'd have to have it hand-done, each time.
Like, depending, like, change, depending on what mood you're in. Like the best, (stammering) or, like when you listen from a different age, they'll like, mean something different'
I don't like it when they change. It' frightens me.
You want them to stay the same way?
It makes me feel like someone's pushing me' from below. Put' trying to put me' turn me over, and put me down. That's what it makes me feel like when they change.
It has to tell you how to live. It is an instruction' guide. Suddle' It doesn't push, it nudges' it entices' er' it seduces. It has to encompass the whole world and everything that has, is, and will be..
That's' that's true.
'And could take it into space. And that's why we need a space ship. 'cause that's ultimately what space travel was all about, was sending out ships from earth into space. And not just in some, like, space shuttle that's got the foam coming off of it. You need your own glowing, you know, multicolored' space ship.
It would be inside the spaceship, and also, the spaceship. You know what I'm saying? Like an exoskeleton.
