He Has Left Us Alone But Shafts Of Light Sometimes Grace The Corner Of Our Rooms...

(2000)

1) Broken Chords Can Sing A Little

2) Sit In The Middle Of Three Galloping Dogs
3) Stumble Then Rise On Some Awkward Morning
4) Movie (Never Made)
5) 13 Angels Standing Guard 'Round The Side Of Your Bed
6) Long March Rocket Or Doomed Airliner
7) Blown-Out Joy From Heaven's Mercied Hole
8) For Wanda

Born Into Trouble As The Sparks Fly Upward (2001)

1) Sisters! Brothers! Small Boats Of Fire Are Falling From The Sky!
2) This Gentle Hearts Like Shot Bird's Fallen
3) Built Then Burnt (Hurrah! Hurrah!)
4) Take These Hands And Throw Them In The River
5) Could've Moved Mountains...
6) Tho You Are Gone I Still Often Walk With You
7) C'mon Come On (Loose An Endless Longing)
8) The Triumph Of Our Tired Eyes

This Is Our Punk-Rock," Thee Rusted Satellites Gather+Sing (2003)

1) So Some Lonesome Corner So Many Flowers Bloom

2) Babylon Was Built On Fire/starsnostars
3) American Motor Over Smoldered Field
4) Goodbye Desolate Railyard

Pretty Little Lightning Paw EP (2004)

1) More Action! Less Tears!

2) Microphones In The Trees
3) Pretty Little Lightning Paw
4) There's A River In The Valley Made Of Melting Snow

Horses In The Sky (2005)

1) God Bless Our Dead Marines

2) Mountains Made Of Steam
3) Horses In The Sky
4) Teddy Roosevelt's Guns
5) Hang On To Each Other
6) Ring Them Bells (Freedom Has Come And Gone)
13 Blues for Thirteen Moons (2008)

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13) 1,000,000 Died To Make This Sound
14) 13 Blues for Thirteen Moons
15) Black Waters Blowed/Engine Broke Blues
16) BlindBlindBlind

Kollaps Tradixionales (2010)

1) There Is a Light
2) I Built Myself a Metal Bird
3) I Fed My Metal Bird the Wings of Other Metal Birds
4) Kollapz Tradixional (Thee Olde Dirty Flag)
5) Collapse Traditional (For Darling)
6) Kollaps Tradicional (Bury 3 Dynamos)
7) 'Piphany Rambler

Fuck Off Get Free We Pour Light On Everything (2014)

1) Fuck Off Get Free (For the Island of Montreal)

2) Austerity Blues
3) Take Away These Early Grave Blues
4) Little Ones Run
5) What We Loved Was Not Enough
6) Rains Thru the Roof at Thee Grande Ballroom (For Capital Steez)
Sit In The Middle Of Three Galloping Dogs
We are all the children of light
And the children of the day
We are not of the night nor of darkness
Therefore, let us not sleep as do others
Underline it
But let us watch
We are to be watchmen in these endtimes
And to be holy
Be serious...

Movie (Never Made)

On silver mount zion
All buried in ruins
We was dancing the hora
Until we vomited blood
Spinning like crazy
Shoshana was jonesing
The towers had fallen
And the wind called out
My grandfather's name

Let's kill first the banker

With his professional demeanour
Let's televise and broadcast
The raping of kings
Let our crowds be fed on
Teargas and plate-glass
'Cause a people united
Is a wonderful thing

I know that you're dying

And i know i'm unwell
And together we sashay
Thru variations of hell

And as you walk through valleys of fear

The lure of my bed is ever near

Oh, don't be afraid, though the parade

Will not pass our way
It's nobler to never get paid
Than to bank on shit and dismay
 Blown-Out Joy From Heaven's Mercied Hole

Don't tell me that I am free

Don't tell me that I am free
Cause I have not been well
Lately...

Built Then Burnt (Hurrah! Hurrah!)

Dear brothers and sisters

Dear enemies and friends
Why are we all so alone here?
All we need is a little more hope
A little more joy
All we need is a little more light
A little less weight
A little more freedom

If we were an army
And if we believed that we were an army
And we believed that everyone was scared
Like little lost children in their grown-up clothes and poses
So we ended up alone here
Floating through long wasted days
Or great tribulations
While everything felt wrong

Good words, strong words

Words that could've moved mountains!
Words that no one ever said
We were all waiting to hear those words
And no one ever said them
And the tactics never hatched
And the plans were never mapped
And we all learned not to believe

And strange lonesome monsters loped through the hills

Wondering why
Though it is best to never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever wonder why
 So tangle
O tangle us up in bright red ribbons!
Let's have a parade
It's been so long since we had a parade
So let's have a parade!
Let's invite all our friends
And all our friends' friends!
Let's promenade down the boulevards with terrific pride and light in our eyes
Twelve feet tall and staggering
Sick with joy with the angels there and light in our eyes

Brothers and sisters

Hope still waits in the wings
Like a bitter spinster
Impatient, lonely, and shivering
Waiting to build her glorious fires

It's because of our plans, man

Our beautiful ridiculous plans
Let's launch them like careening jetplanes
Let's crash all our planes into the river
Let's build strange and radiant machines
At this jericho waiting to fall

Take These Hands And Throw Them In The River

We got desperate
Waiting for our cheques to come
I got drunk, you got high
You would not raise your eyes

We got desperate
Waiting for our cheques to come
I got drunk, you got high
You would not raise your eyes
 Cop cars on every corner
We're all alone
Cop cars on every corner
We're crawling home

Take these hands and throw them in the river

Take these hands and throw them in the river
Take these hands and throw them in the river
Take these hands and bury them in your hands

Could've Moved Mountains...

(left)

The community is sick and the community is blind, yeah.

And it's colder than Poland and the sun is not shining here;
And we're tangled in the shit of each other's ruined affairs;
And half of us are faking, and the other half is tired and scared...

(right)

Please believe in labour and hope and joy;

'Cause like a little boy, i have destroyed hope and joy;
And lately i dream about angels with Molotovs..

The Triumph Of Our Tired Eyes

Sisters and brothers,

We have surely lost our way.
In strip malls full of cancer,
And a pathetic rain.
And lover, sweet lover
Please don't discipline your hands.
Just kiss me in the morning,
In your dirtiest pants.

We will find our way.

We will find our way.

 There is beauty in this land,
But i don't often see it.
There is beauty in this land,
But i don't often feel it.

Pimples are flowers,

Musicians are cowards!
Let's argue in the kitchen,
For hours and hours.
Tomorrow is a travesty,
Tomorrow should be ours.
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!

The soldiers with their specialists

And the pigs with their guns cannot stop,
The lost ones and the desparate ones and the driven ones.

The soldiers with their cigarettes

And the pigs with their guns cannot stop,
The lonesome ones and the desparate ones and the smart ones.

So come on friends,
To the barricades again.

So come on friends,
To the barricades again.
 So come on friends,
To the barricades again.

So come on friends,
To the barricades again.

We will find our way,

We will find our way.

"When we finally cross the barricades

With the angels on our side
When we finally deny all the populary loss
When we finally let doubt and worry die
How will it feel?"

Babylon Was Built On Fire/starsnostars

Babylon was built on fire

And the bones of useless machines
It hurt to breathe
You fell away from me

Packs of helicopters divide

Across a crowded sky
What angels did you ride
As i staggered at your side

First voice:
Citizens in their homes
And missiles in their holes
And citizens in their homes
 Second voice:
The brightest night
I ever saw,
Across
An empty parking lot
No stars

Third voice:
This highway needs rain across
Both of its lanes until
All that remains is
This heart and its flames
And the rumble of trains
'Neath a handful of stars

American Motor Over Smoldered Field

[00:45]
It will not be a tender fire
Upon your postcard mountains
No golden children
Will write hymns about
The slow defeat of your reckless destiny

[01:28]
Bullets in the bellies of babies
Sleeping in the strangest places
Indifferent to the blinding grace of
The vapour-trails and burning waste
Of your baptist skies

[02:18]
Oh! To live! In a burning house
With burning children eating dust
And finger-painting flags
Smoke pours out of their eyes
They're all hanged up
They're praying and saluting
 [03:08]
Hey! Okay! Kiss me slowly
Beneath the dripping leaves
Of our traintrack trees
Though sickly and diseased
Some weeds thrive anyways

[03:55]
It will not be a tender fire
Upon your postcard mountains
No golden children
Will write hymns about
The slow defeat of your reckless destiny

[07:25]
La la la la, la la la la
[9 times]

[10:01]
This fence around your garden won't keep the ice from falling...
[9 times]

Goodbye Desolate Railyard

So goodbye
Lovely traintracks
Goodbye
Broken trees
The devil
Poured his concrete
Across all
Our empty fields
From shadows
Across our sunrise
And sand beneath our wheels
So goodbye lovely warehouse
And goodbye sleeping weeds
Your beauty was a shining thing
That fell away from me
 Everybody gets a little lost sometimes

More Action! Less Tears!

Hello? Hello!?
There will be an...
(oh shit, again)
Hello? Hello!?
There will be a meeting of the Action Committee in 5 minutes

The name of this song is "More Action!"

The name of this song is "Less Tears!"
The name of this song is: 1, 2, 3, 4!

Microphones In The Trees

Microphones in the trees...

Microphones in the trees

Cameras in the sky
Antennas in the canyons
And the lobby's full of spies

For us who are like bulldozers

Sleeping in the sun
For us who are like lightning
Buried in the mud
Don't give up
Don't give in
Our time will come
'Cause we are the flood

Microphones in the trees...

 So grab my hand
Let's set some fires
This city's piss
All hung with wires

To kiss a tit
Or have one's tit kissed
On bended-knee
It's all you need

Let's build ships

Let's drift away
Our mighty fleet
Must float again

Don't give up
Don't give in
Our time will come
'Cause we...

We are the flood...

Microphones in the trees...

Pretty Little Lightning Paw

To fix it all
With lightning paw
Or explode
From joy and light
To break the bars
With piss and scars,
Just hold me 'neath the tumbling stars
And tell me
It's alrite...

Lightning paw
Pretty little lightning paw
 There is the valley all swimming in light
There is a wonder in worry in life
There is a reason and there is a light
There is a valley all buried in light
There is a reason and beauty in life
There is a wonder and there is a light
The wind in the trees and the tumbling light
The whispering stars in the clouds tonight

Free born, all our children (free born...)

There's A River In The Valley Made Of Melting Snow

Mystery and wonder did light up the valley

To be beat back by dark clouds and a harsh reeking wind
And that battle staggered through 3 awful months there
To stop for a minute
Just to start up again
Your hands like birds in the trees
If the trees themselves were all on fire
Your hips on mine make a choir
Singing "baruch atta adona"
And the river never made it to the lake
So the lake surrendered to the mountain
And the mountain's heart did fucking break
At the sight of your nervous hands...
And oh my love
So gently breathing
So my heart does softly swell
So her & me did greet the evening
With much red wine and giddy yells
In these times of wandering soldiers
Building towers on ruined land
I hold my love to my belly
And feel her breath fall across my hands...
I have grown tired of the struggle
And i've grown tired of making plans
It think i'll quit to the valley
Regain my strength
And start again
Where once we were some clumsy army
Now we are just lazy hens
I think i'll quit to the valley
Until the light moves me again...
So, let's link arms sisters and brothers
And let's promise not to retreat
There is glory in our failure
So let's march to the rhythm of fatigue
To live our lives without leaders
To live in joy without fear
Let's walk together to the valley

God Bless Our Dead Marines

They put angels in the electric chair,

The electric chair, the electric chair
Straight-up angels in the electric chair,
The electric chair, the electric chair

They put angels in the electric chair,

The electric chair, the electric chair
Straight-up angels in the electric chair,
The electric chair, the electric chair

And no one knew or no one cared

But burning stars lit up their hair,
And burning stars lit up their hair
And crawled to heaven on golden stairs...

And oh! how we to and fro,

To and fro, to and fro!
Oh! how we to and fro,
To and fro, to and fro!

Oh! how we to and fro,

To and fro, to and fro!
Oh! how we to and fro,
To and fro, to and fro!
 This is our torched estates!
We're your sweet mistakes

And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones

Who among us will avenge Ms. Nina Simone?
And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones
Who among us will avenge Ms. Nina Simone?

There's fresh meat in the club tonight

God bless our dead marines
Someone had an accident above the burning trees
While somewhere distant peacefully
Our vulgar princes sleep
Dead kids don't get photographed
God bless our dead marines

The hungry and the hanged

The damaged and the done
Striving 'long this spinning rock
Tumbling past the sun
Get through this life without killing anyone
And consider yourself golden

Lost a friend to cocaine

Couple friends to smack
Troubled hearts map deserts
And they rarely do come back
Lost a friend to oceans
Lost a friend to hills
Lost a friend to suicide
Lost a friend to pills
Lost a friend to monsters
Lost a friend to shame
Lost a friend to marriage
Lost a friend to blame
Lost a friend to worry
And lost a friend to wealth
Lost a friend to stubborn pride
And then I lost myself
 I love my dog and she loves me
The world's a mess and so are we
She tumbles long green, muddy fields
Sick with joy and glee
And then she dreams sweet puppy dreams
Whimpering gently

There's fresh meat in the club tonight

God bless our dead marines
Someone had an accident above the burning trees
While somewhere distant peacefully
Our vulgar princes sleep
Dead kids don't get photographed
God bless this century

When the world is sick

Can't no one be well,
But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong...

(ad lib)

Mountains Made Of Steam

This was a stormy ending

Water sank our boats
Shouldn't we, oh, shouldn't we
Throw our hopes into the ocean
The ocean
The warm grey sea
Tell me or kick me or hold me or please believe

This is their busted future

And this is our dream
Which one do you believe in, believe in, believe in, believe in
Together, together, together, together
Never to retreat
Mystery and wonder
Messy hearts made of thunder
 Somewhere there's a soldier
Sleeping in a field
Somewhere there's a mother, a mother, a mother
A mother, a mother, a mother
Please believe in gentle dreams
The sweetness of people
Whistling in their sleep

The angels in your palm

Sing gentle worried songs
The sweetness of our dreams
Like mountains made of steam

The angels in your palm

Sing gentle worried songs
And the sweetness of our dreams
Like mountains made of steam

The angels in your palm

Sing gentle worried songs
The sweetness of our dreams
Like mountains made of steam

Horses In The Sky

Oh, my broken lamb

I worry when you cry
Baby's gonna fetch ya
Horses in the sky

Though dead hands ring the garden

And these are violent times
And violence brings more violence
And liars bring more lies
 Though we were born defeated
Worried, tired and scared
And monsters build mean robots
Launching rockets into the air

And the wealth of our nations

Fed on angel blood
And our cities shot with moneyed schemes
Built on twigs and mud

And our schools look like prisons

And our prisons look like malls
And downtown's just a sick parade
Where no one cares at all

And our heroes all died crazy

Broken, poor or shot
Let's celebrate their tragedy
And sanctify the loss

And manifest the daydream

Like those who failed before
And glorify our small attempts
And hate ourselves no more

Blow words between this sucker's teeth

And bind these panicked hands
Lose your heart like a clumsy bell
Please be well

Please be well
Please be well
Please be well
Please be well...

And all I true love

Is the light in my sister's darling eyes...
 Teddy Roosevelt's Guns

Kanada, oh, Kanada, I ain't ever been your son

You're a genteel rent boy choking on your tongue
And your bankers vain plazas never nutured no one
Kanada, oh, Kanada, I ain't ever been your son

And your concrete expanses lay fallow in the sun

And your cities all collapsing while your corrupt mayors shrug
Kanada, oh, Kanada, I ain't ever been your son

And your grownups all gone bankrupt and their children all on drugs
And your doe-eyed policeman demanding more guns
Kanada, oh, Kanada, I ain't ever been your son
And your distained farmers waiting on the flood

Kanada, oh, Kanada, I ain't ever been your son

Overfed and easy led and twisting in the wind
Your senators in diapers, all stinking of gin

Kanada, oh, Kanada, I ain't ever been your son

Kanada, oh, Kanada, I ain't ever been your son
Kanada, oh, Kanada, I ain't ever been your son...

Kanada, oh, Kanada, I have always been your son

Shop and save

Beneath the western Sun
Bought and paid for with
Teddy Roosevelt's guns

Teddy Roosevelt's guns

Teddy Roosevelt's guns
Teddy Roosevelt's guns...
 Hang On To Each Other

We all got born so afraid

And still search for words
To describe that pain
And cling to each other
Like pigeons in the rain
And nuzzle over feathered breast
With beaks all worn and cracked an stained...

Hang on to each other

So this one's for the lost ones

And the dead ones & the ones who fell away
All our busted brothers
And tumbled lovers
Spitting at the rain

We all got born so afraid

And still search for words
To describe that pain

Hang on to each other...

Any fucking thing you love...

Birds toss precious flowers

From the murky skies above...

Ring Them Bells (Freedom Has Come And Gone)

Ring them bells

Ring them sorrowful bells
Now freedom has come and gone

We've been waiting so long

Never ever so long
Now freedom has come and gone
 Shake that tail
Like any other worried soul
Now freedom has come and gone

Steam train's coming

Thirteen stories high
If that steam train don't come
I swear I will lay down and die

This city makes canyons

All littered with snow
And beneath their crummy towers
Our tiny bodies blow and blow

So drown them bells

Drown them miserable bells
Freedom has come and gone
Freedom has come and gone
Freedom has come and gone
Freedom has come and gone

We was all of us just tumbling birds hanging in the sky

And hauled our bones, 'long troubling roads, and didn't none of us know why
And as we staggered towards a frightening dawn
I swear all I ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever believed in was all of us together all along

We was all of us just shot birds tumbling through the sky

We built cheap homes along company roads and didn't none of us ask why
And as we staggered towards a frightening dawn
I swear all I ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever believed in was all of us together all along

Imagine the view

From a helicopter gun ship
And a man comes into view
And you hit that switch
And you cut that man in two
 Imagine the view
When they bounce that shit off of satellites
And they hit that switch
And when they hit that switch
All the heaven shits on you

Imagine the view

From a helicopter gun ship
And a man comes into view
And you hit that switch
And you cut that man in two

Imagine the view

When they bounce that shit off of satellites
And they hit that switch
And when they hit that switch
All the heaven falls on you

Imagine the view.

 1,000,000 Died To Make This Sound

One million died to make this sound

Can't learn the words if you don't know the feeling
Can't get the feeling if you don't know the sound
One million died to make this sound
One million died to make this sound
Your band
You're bland
Your band is bland
Your band is bland ambition

Can't live on their remainders

We'll starve on it for sure
Their way is debt and prisons
They are burning half the world
A feast of filthy feasts, man
Stale air and dead parades
The pretense of their awful gardens
Monuments the mess they've made
Give me a goddamn shovel
I'll dig my own damn hole
We drank 'til morning made us
Then ate the shit we stole

I.S.P. - N.S.A. - C.C.T.V. - D.O.D. - D.O.J. - D.O.C.

I.D.F. - A.O.L. - A.I.P.A.C. - I.E.D - S.U.V. - MP3
I.S.P. - N.S.A. - C.C.T.V. - D.O.D. - D.O.J. - D.O.C.
I.D.F. - A.O.L. - A.I.P.A.C. - I.E.D - S.U.V. - MP3...

One million died to make this sound

I learned it / at 17 / on drugs / and well policed /

It kissed me / as I fell / with fists full / of ringing bells /
So get fast / and get quick / with strung hands / and swung hips /
Our dreams / deserve this / yeah our dreams / deserve this
(silk-screen that, ye twits, across thy internet...)
(silk-screen that, ye twits, across thy internet...)
One million died to make this sound...
 13 Blues For Thirteen Moons

Blackout at the terror trials

It's the 16th year of their wars...
I'm pacing shotgun hallways while my fucking neighbor snores...
But I swear hear them cannon 6 miles out from shore...
There's ravens in the gum trees
There's ravens in the gum trees
There's ravens in the gum trees
There's ravens in the gum trees
Singing "This one by proxy",
Singing "That one by gun",
Singing "This one in water",
Singing "That one in mud"
I live by the railroad, I don't get no sleep
Four corners resplendent with indie-rock creeps
I just want some action
This bright boy's getting old
This town is too damn cold
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action
I just want some action!!!
No heroes on my radio
No heroes on my radio
No heroes on my radio
No heroes on my radio...

The economics of our trembling selves

The palsied pits where bad hearts yell...
Let it be done.
Let it be soon.
13 blues for thirteen moons
You're cold of heart
And golden wings are lashed upon your troublings
This filthy moat in which we swim
Is not our fate
These stubborn limbs
These open hands
These wicked winds
The hearts of birds keep on thundering...
 Let it fall down.
Man, let it be soon.
13 blues for thirteen moons...
In gated chambers they did meet
With cardboard stockings upon their feet
And tattled long their tattered road
And none did ease the other's load
The leaden lips of spittled gloom
Where leaders lunch on meat and ruin
And depth and light, have long been truant,
While our nations shores go on bleeding into the ocean...

Let it come down.

Let it be soon
13 blues for thirteen moons...
The hangman's got a hard-on,
The pretty minstrels sway
The pundit reeks of coffin
The banker rapes a maid
The hangman's got a hard-on,
The pretty minstrels sway
The pundit reeks of coughin'
The banker rapes a maid
We will not sing in your damn parade
We will not sing in your damn parade
We will not sing in your damn parade
We will not sing

Black Waters Blowed/Engine Broke Blues

I found a penny where the black waters blowed

A dagger, a crown, or home in the snow
And scraps, soil, and sentries for the children below
There's one that are liars & ones that don't know

There's one that are shattered & ones that get saved
I will not be buried in my mother's grave
I'm a wing in the water between the dull waves
There's one that get shattered & ones that get saved
 The Gallows where hungry & tawdry & slow
And fists full of candy for the children below
The bones of a horse, knee-deep in snow
There's one that are liars & ones that don't know

We go too slow (too slow) - ignore...

We go too slow (too slow) - hurray !
We go too slow (too slow) - ignore...

It was
No joke
When your engine broke
And the monsters came a'brawling...

Those bankers
Always win,
And this trouble
That you're in
Is not your own
We're each and all this fallen...

Feathers
In your spokes
Motherfuck these
Weathered yokes,
I wish we could
But worries always calling...

Thieves
In our clothes
Trophies for their trifle
They don't know
Their glory's only
Vapors...
 And pennies
For our pride
Goddamn these
Tired eyes
I'm so in love
With all
Our still born labors...

No homeland for the gentle-hearted

Lack and tears for the young departed
For all the good they never started

We're building train wrecks in the setting sun

We're building train wrecks in the setting sun
We're building train wrecks in the setting sun (in the setting sun)

BlindBlindBlind

The dust and the mess of our mornings,

promise that we'll never quit --
So drunk, though our hands surely woven
Entire fleets of staggering ships...
Now our ships line the floors of the ocean,
and the ocean's breach on the ridge,
and the terrified dreams of our wanderings
that once lit our way are now hid...

We want punks in the palace --

'cause punks got the loveliest dreams
and our gang is liquored and lovely,
and smart and sweet and lean,
and burn with a curious flame
that spits and kicks and shines
and trumpets the labor of waking and trying...

There ain't none - sometimes there is -

banged and bitter - but cling to it -
power's the province of miserable pricks
there ain't none but sometimes there is...
Policemen in parallel lines = blind! blind! blind!
The broken bones of quivering pines
while empty waters rise...
May the light of our striving still shine!
Blind! Blind! Blind!
May the light of our striving still shine!
May the light of our striving still shine!

Love the horse or leave the horse,

Love the horse or leave the horse,
Lover oh lover oh lover oh lover...
(god damn you lover)
Some! Hearts! Are! True!
Some! Hearts! Are! True!

Ahoy! Ye bland plump boys -

Go tear wings for vainful gain =
our homemade choirs like forest fires,
hiss 'neath golden rain
and slip the leash and the chain,
and slip the leash and the chain --
'cause some hearts are true
but some hearts aren't hardly true
but some hearts are true...

There Is A Light

Hang on darling,
Gentle now,
This boy's lost his thunder in the dirty clouds.

Dull white starlite,

Pale as the morning falls away.

The devil each dawn,

And flat greys upon,
We're torn asunder neath his gaze.
 So c'mon ye children,
If there's one thing we know,
It's that them gathering clouds are swinging low.

So don't you be precious,

Man don't you be meek,
There ain't no damn glory in the long retreat.

Go call the fuzz,

They'll shine their lights on us,
We've been building in the dark,
There's so many of us.

Now blinking in the light,

There's so many of us.

Illuminated and proud,

There's so many of us.

But there ain't no truth but the no truth but the not truth, yeah!
Ain't no thing but the nothing but the nothing, yeah!
Ain't no fall but the long fall is a long fall, yeah!
And there ain't no light but the true light is a dim light, yeah!

But I've been waiting and longing for that light to fall all over me.

6 and 6 parsons and he doth proclaim that the best little bits of us misfits and strays
Make a light in the night that needs to be shamed,
All for some none for all,
And all fallen the same.

And we surrender the stage to those pale horse riders.

 Go forth, man
Get down,
With a mighty fist and a retarded crown,
Do the one-step the two-step,
Sweet jubilee!
And show me the light, goddamn!

And lay me down in a bed full of rain.

Yeah shit is bleak - we've seen it and worried,

Our timid leaps get knee-deep and buried,
Entire weeks where I swear I can barely rise.

Electrical fits,
Tantrums and prayers,
Pride un-does what mercy repairs,
The pits of this,
Toss a match to it and start again.

The absence of light is its own stubborn light - no light is a light,

No light is the true light,
And there is no light so there is a light so there is no light so there is a light!

Though we've been denied too much hope in our lives

Let tonight be the night when it ends.

Tell me there is a light!

There is a light!

There!
Is!
A!
Light!
 I Built Myself A Metal Bird

I Built! My! Self! A! Metal! Bird! I! Fed! My! Metal! Bird! The! Wings! Of! Other! Metal! Birds!

And oh, how my baby flew!

With heart so high and aim so true!
Up to the roof and into the sky,
dumb as fire and twice as wise.

Did you see that star go out? (I seen it burn)

Did you see that star go out? (I seen it burn)

That little star went out,

your little eyes went out.
That little star went out,
your little eyes went out.

Our burnt little dreams are hid

up where the stars get lit.
Our burnt little dreams are hid
up where the stars get lit.

Now-time's the right time,

let's lay those demons down.
Our side's the right side,
let's lay those demons down.

We're virtueless in the white smoke.

Virtueless in the white smoke.
Virtueless in the white smoke.
Virtueless in the white smoke.

White smoke!
White smoke!
White!
 I Fed My Metal Bird The Wings Of Other Metal Birds

True!
Love!
Don't!
Speak!
Its!
Own!
Name!

Kollapz Tradixional (Thee Olde Dirty Flag)

If she should come and greet me again,

with the pains of this world writ 'cross all her limbs,
like a bewildered child I'd hold her in mine and stroke her sweet head evermore.

Bound unto wonder,

we'd carelessly stray,
like low-rolling shadows through the end of our days.

There's trumpets in heaven,

six feet underground,
mighty and muddy,
they faintly resound.

And love and love like proud flying doves,

with hearts full of pebbles and feathers and mud.

Though there's bedlam beneath us,

and no sky above,
just a dark fucking hollow that smothers and gusts.

The flag, the flag, the olde dirty flag,

we lay down like dry stalks 'neath that stick and that rag.
 Shine up them buttons,
baby bury the band,
and the flag, the flag, and the olde dirty flag.

Collapse Traditional (For Darling)

Oh, my darling.
The leaves!
Oh, how they do breathe!
There's a heart inside of everything that nestles deep with tiny wings,
lay your hands inside this hand and gently sing.

Kollaps Tradicional (Bury 3 Dynamos)

There is no dream that sings anymore,

that ship sailed a long time ago,
but true as the rust and the soil and the trees,
lord I still believe.

Gave my right hand right hand gave my right gave my right (Ball of fire burning ball of light)
Gave my right hand to that long thin long thin man (Ball of light ball of burning light)
Gave my wrong hand gave my right hand to that long thin long thin man (Crown of gold crown o' gold
crown a golden crown)

Touched his hem touched his hem touched his golden crown,
Touched his hem and touched his golden crown.
Did you see did you see did you see that long thin man?

Gonna bury three dynamos,

where the trees where the trees where the trees don't grow.
 'Piphany Rambler

I'm 'piphany rambler,

I ramble all day,
'piphany rambler,
Don't take these blues away.

Up is lovely,
Down is too,
It's its own peculiar labour when you're not able to.

Lay in the fire a while,

Lay in the fire a while,
Lay in the fire a while,
Lay in the fire a while.

Don't sleep,
Don't sleep,
Don't sleep,
And then sleep.

Tore a cloud and three birds fell,

3 birds fell and then it rained,
We crawled upside that mountain,
Down its ass and back again.

This tiny garden that we tend,

Where flowers bloom like accidents,
Let's lay awhile and slowly wend through days as long as nights we spent hanging on.
Great furrows in the pavement where our hooves strove to leap
Square men in the courtyard, engines idling.

We've seen those impossible mountains,

We've seen that upward rain,
Entire bibles full of broken things,
Dark and wide as empty graves.
 Thunder said to the lightning,
"Let your good-foot swing, go down to the valley, and shine your light on everything."

Lightning said to thunder,

"Go on swinging like the pounding rain, swing your blues like a hammer, ride your boy like a shuddering
train, go on, swing the ocean full, go on swing the bending trees, swing it with a heart that bursts and
shine your light on everything, let your good-foot swing and shake! and shake! and shake! and shake!"

I'm 'piphany rambler,

I ramble all day.
Epiphany ramber,
Don't take these blues away.

Up is lovely,
Down is too,
It's its own peculiar labour when you're not able to.

Lay in the fire a while,

Lay in the fire a while,
Lay in the fire a while,
Lay in the fire a while.

Don't sleep,
Don't sleep,
Don't sleep,
And the sleep.

(I've heard tell at the boring gates of hell that there ain't nothing dear, but there is too much dear, but
there is too much dear, yeah there is too much dear...)

Fuck Off Get Free (For The Island Of Montreal)

We live on an island called Montreal

And we make a lot of noise
Because we love each other!
 Stifled and entitled while they play at boring games
We're stifled and entitled while they play at boring games
But there's fire in our dreams, fire in our dreams, fire in our dreams
And a crying shame!

Panicked born on troubl'd shores

Our cities groan beneath the rain
While pennies pile the hoarders smile and proclaim

That what we want will never be

In between we fuck and dream at living free again
And kick at it until we end
Seen some things had tiny wings but tore some light in everything, amen!

Stifled and entitled, our proud town's overboard

Our town's been stifled since the day it got born
It's been too long since a stranger held my hand
Goddamn! I need a stranger to hold my hand

But there's fire in our dreams, fire in our dreams, fire in our dreams
And a crying shame!

The end again is what we're born in and dull smoke and wide white men
Our! Dreams! Are! All! Of! Us! Until the end!
Our! Dreams! Are! All! Of! Us! Until the end!

Fuck off - get free - we pour light on everything we see and then we ...

(Hold me under bright water never let us end)

 Austerity Blues

We've all of us carried our load

Dull and young and bright and old
But thieves and liars rule everything we know
And thieves and liars rule everything that grows

All we want is what we're owed

We've all of us carried this load
Fucking high and awful low
We've all of us carried this load

God we've tried how much we've tried

Drunk and high we've seen the sun rise
Many sleepless nights we've seen
The sun collapsed on everything
It's only love that's worth to sing
These bells are broke but still they ring
Love and love's the only thing
Shut up awhile the birds are singing

God we've tried how much we've tried

Drunk and high we've seen the sun rise
Many sleepless nights we've seen
The sun on top of everything
Love is all that's worth to sing
We're deep in it and still we bring
The bells are broke but still they ring
The sun on top of everything

Lord let my son live long enough to see that mountain torn down
Lord let my son live long enough to see that mountain torn down
Lord let my son live long enough to see that mountain torn down

etc ...
 Take Away These Early Grave Blues

Take away these, take away these, take away these early grave blues
Fatten up their, fatten up their, fatten up their policemen
Let them sing our, let them sing our, let them sing our pretty song
Take away these, take away these, take away these early grave blues

Pale man always gets his, pale man always gots his
Boot - on - our necks
Lightning from a cloud
Lightning from a cloud

How do we get, how do we get lightning from a cloud

With love and love dear, with love and love dear
With love and love dear, with love and love dear

The world is awful cruel

The wreck'd and worn get blue
My love and I and so do you and horses' necks straining true
Hearts these hearts just won't do my love and I and so do you

Take away these, take away these, take away these early grave blues
Fatten up their, fatten up their, fatten up their policemen
Let them sing our, let them sing our, let them sing our pretty song
Take away these, take away these, take away these early grave blues

The sky goes cold while we get old

Those selfish pricks won't ever know
The simple joy of letting go
The world is sick we're born it we did it 'cause all we knew was this

Pale man always gets his, pale man always gots his
Boot - on - our - necks

Love each other that's all ...

 Little Ones Run

Wake up darling the moon is gone

The sky's a mess and falling down
I woke up scared and stumbled out
Where day chased night the birds where shouting

The wind all night and through the dawn

So all their nests broke on the ground
Their little chests and whispering hearts
And tiny breaths all fall apart

They gather up what's left to save

And leave the rest and fly away

The big one hunt, the little ones

And the little ones run

Oh little one run run run...

What We Loved Was Not Enough

The world itself consumed

Man that's the only truth
And what we loved was not enough
Even though we wanted to

I learned it sick in bed

Mining golden vapors
Regrets like charms laid end to end
And other sweet divinities

And this I learned and thus I gleaned

And what we loved was not enough
But kiss it quick and rise again
Kiss it quick and rise again
 (The day has come when we no longer feel)

There'll be war in our cities

And riots at the mall
Blood on our doorsteps
And panics at the ball

All our cities gonna burn

All our bridges gonna snap
All our pennies gonna rot
Lightning roll across our tracks

All our children gonna die

All our children gonna die
All our children gonna die

Then the west will rise again

And then the west will rise again

So goodnight vain children

Tonight is yours, the lights are yours
If you'd just ask for more, then poverty and war

(The day has come when we no longer feel)

Rains Thru The Roof At Thee Grande Ballroom (For Capital Steez)

The very last note choked

Then broke
And kicked like a burning star

And the Atoms

In the glass
And the glass
In its window
Are still breathing

There's kids that are dead

That ought to be living
And rains thru the roof
At the grande ballroom

Hold on
Hold on
Don't ever be done
Hold on
Hold on
There
There
Gone...