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God Dies by the Wayside
10:01
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God dies by the wayside
In a corner of the night
In corners of jet mouths
God pants, smeared by movement
On a tapestry sublimed
With washing instructions
It dies as names like Abilene
Slip under carotid tongues
As connection rides on limitless
All power, no innocence
Obsession, cry on me now
Obsession, cry on me now
All on the ennui motorboat
Speed over the promise lake
All revved up, vultures in the fuzz
Transpire as children at play
This water spills over
From the grind of a million wakes
Knee-deep and in rainbows
A slurry of platitudes
One canon, one canyon
One kodak, one ketamine
She’s random, they’re in tandem
You’re young and you say damn them
Obsession, cry on me now
Obsession, come on me now
God dies by the wayside
In a corner of the night
In crosses of jet streams
God chokes in the paper
In the signatures and lines
And wanton vacations
Get your head out this sad
Cavity where light shines
Only when something suspect comes up
Tilt your head: evening sky
Makes for sweet crème brulee
Clouds burnt to a dead perfect crisp
Put the sub to the sour
The low to the lime
Baby I feel inclined to get high
Get me off in the sun
To the honeybee drum
Keep me down where I’m yet one more wisp
In the straw, in your hair, on the wind
At this rate just in time for the final hours
We’re a monk and a nun tending grace
In havens removed
From our sallow race
Walk a sleet-spangled path
In anemone strides
Taking care in our steps like the blind
And when rubbing one’s eyes
Feels like rubbing one out
Lay ourselves on the fluff
And go out of our minds
Think if God stuck it out, we’d awake
Come one stunned afternoon of the roomier orbit
But what hand shakes us loose in the prime
Had better retreat, it’s not a good time.
A mire in my eyes
Mire in my eyes
Mire in my eyes
And in my ire
A mire in my eyes
Mire in my eyes
Mire in my eyes
And in my ire
Lyrics by Y. Sheremetieff
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I don’t go sailing
I’ve never seen the sea
And so what
Bed, armchair
Cool breeze in my hair
And places to be
Culture hot
Grew a pair in my head
Having found no fight club
In my sleepy shanty
And got
World-weary
So fast it was scary
To faraway Chianti
And homegrown pot
Preached from behind
A black perimeter fence
You know what purpose is
I scoffed
Ha pal you’re way off
It’s all future tense
Lost sleep over nothing
But lost it anyway
Woke up black-eyed
Found a cranny to hide
And splendoured away
In green Garin waves
Sunshine bleeding through
What a day lies ahead, step the mast
Full speed ahead, sheet home
Starts with an archipelago
Sultry islands come and go
Masterfully I steer
Where horizons strip bare
And it’s thousands of miles to land
I’m dreaming of sand
Pouring through my hands
In sunset rose romance
I’m dreaming of omnipresence
Scintillation for the rich and the peasants
I’m dreaming of room to stand
And room to kneel at the church of the present
I dream of believing in no such
Thing as love with monitored dosage
I dream of letting go
The teenage summers I hold hostage
Sure as I stood
With the dignity needed to brood
At the helm of a swan-white schooner
Headed for shore, moments before
I find myself
Naked, cowering, screaming for help
On the floor of a creaky rowboat
Missing both oars, tossing off course
The storm would never settle
No beach would pick me up
I would snap out, no doubt,
Late into the blackout
Go to sleep black-eyed
Red eyed, inside
The same four walls for years
And let the dreaming stop
And let the dreaming stop
And let the dreaming stop
Sunshine bleeding through
What a day lies ahead, step the mast
Full speed ahead, sheet home
Overwhelm the lamplight
Let it shudder on the wall
Make shadows on the wall
That I don’t notice
A graying little man
Is sitting by me at the stern
And holding my peace firm
In a sleeping lotus
He says I’m looking heavy
With the weight of self-discord
That before I even know
I’ll be headed overboard
From one corner of my mouth
The other choking a cigar
I say this is who we are
Yeah man this is who we are
And I go sheet home
Lyrics by Y. Sheremetieff
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3. |
Neon Blue
05:29
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You live in my mind
Like fire lives in a flame
There’s nothing else
Nothing else belongs
I can’t help but find
Your face in every frame
All photographs
Aglow with
Your neon
Your sunset strip
Where stars shine
And diamonds drip
Every other day
I remember the day before
When I would think
Of you and you alone
I let my fingers play
With my lips as if they’re yours
My hours creep to
Your river
Of taillights
Your fire dance
In dreamtime
In open trance
Your rolling
Aurora
Your moonwashed snow
Your nova
Your neon glow
If a blackout came
Yeah I would never know
And everything
Would stay profoundly bright
I’m blind and all the same
I’m sure of where to go
The sign is on
The glow of
Your neon
Your sunset strip
Where stars shine
And diamonds drip
Your rolling
Aurora
Your moonwashed snow
Your nova
Your neon glow
Lyrics by Y. Sheremetieff
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4. |
The Mydriatic Sea
05:47
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I don't want to wear you out
Are the words I use too bright in colour?
I don't want to scare you off
Am I trying just the right amount here?
Go when you decide to go
Wouldn't want to keep you so
Don't you forget it all anon
How you'd be longing for me
And how carefully
I opened you up
And turned the end of the river
Into a sea that was all yours
I took the dam off the river
And made you free
I did it with the softest touch
Left the angular caress to you baby
And little by little you gave
Till the world shone in your iris azure
Row with all your will to row
Wouldn't want to hold you so
Long that you forget you're being held
We get accustomed to praise,
Perfume and slaves
And what have I done?
Just turned the end of the river
Into a sea that was all yours
I took the dam off the river and made you free
Flow where you decide to flow
Nothing ever changes so
Don't you forget
We're falling rain
We're falling rain
We're falling rain
And some of us will end up
On the streets again
Lyrics by Y. Sheremetieff
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5. |
Horses
05:57
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Willows ritalin
Some ride
Leave my time be, lady
Let me hover gently
Unprimed
For every last moment already
Hand over the reins
Your horses feel bent
They whicker in pain
And I can't hear a goddamn thing
What incident? You told me when?
You told me why?
This dinner talk is heading south steady darling
An easybake playdate
Gone awry
Yeah this is what aloha dreams are made of
Hello
Say what's on your mind
You're no reverend's girl
I'll answer in kind
But so far I can't hear a goddamn thing
By nine I'm falling down
The child is calling loud
This side of savage ends
My mouth runs dry
Blue willows in chains
Appear when I dose
My horses my plains
Where I can't hear a thing
Lyrics by Y. Sheremetieff, R. Hoeve
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6. |
Nothing New
05:01
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Baby
They don't move me
They don't take me far away
Oceans and june meadows
The Tate Modern and Orsay
I'm driving cars that sit as low as the road
Over drops washed in rose
I'm wearing all the things a double 0 would
For whom, God only knows
Fuck all the beautiful, there's only you
Everyone around
Falling on the ground
For truly nothing new
I got a teacher in a Jesuit robe
Serving agua vitae
I got a guru in a blue mountain grove
Humming Give Love Each Day
Fuck all the beautiful, there's only you
Everyone around
Falling on the ground
For truly nothing new
It's hollow if it's not a part of you
Not a ray of light
Not an unseen sight
Arouses like you do
Baby
I've been searching
The world over for a way
Don't give
a damn whether
I'm in Rio or Bombay
Baby
They don't move me
They don't take me far away
Oceans and june meadows
The Tate Modern and Orsay
Lyrics by Y. Sheremetieff
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7. |
Amarena
03:55
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Feel so lonely in your arms
So much fire but no warmth
So much pleasure in your dome
Still Alph ferries me back home
Feel so hungry in your arms
Greedy locusts come in swarms
Come to ravage fields of gold
Leave me wanting in the cold
In the garden, by the pond
Stands a woman, heaven blonde
Think I know her, think it's you
Makes me want to down a few
And die in a heap on the floor
Amarena
Lyrics by Y. Sheremetieff
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8. |
Juerga
05:58
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You say we are
White-assed we are
In need of sunshine
Tequila bars
Foreign affairs
And shifted gears
To jump the railing
On wasted years
I’m running out of time on my higher goals
Running out of patience on little things
And you want us on our wings
Making our way south to a melting sky
Knowing full well I wouldn’t give you peace
Iron my lion’s crease to no avail, amigo
I’m frail and shaking in my fleece
Mine is a bird’s eye view of hell
There ain’t a patch of shit, a dried up well
That could be missed from where I soar
See, you take it in just as before
The road spread-eagle and ripe virgin just for you
Lifting its hips to let a stranger in on whatsoever’s true
Its ageless women on the run
From all that’s pure under the sun
Baby, I don’t want none, you hear?
You can see in my eyes I’m failing sunshine
You can see in my eyes I’m failing rain
I don’t wanna be close
I don’t wanna be close
I don’t wanna be here
I don’t want to alight
On a delicates line
In a garden of air
You say we are
Half-mast we are
In dolor town, in
Cocoons of tar
Whatever lies
Between strange thighs
Will doubtless change us
To butterflies
Stop funnel-feeding me the drink
The more I get in me, the more I think
I think, for instance, that the wind is volatile
Raping me, spinning me, shit I’m a turnstile
I’m immune to myriad crucifixes and saint saints
I’m sane. Tsk tsk. If you’re on board with that, you sure as high hell ain’t
God, like a misericordia nun
You wheel me out into the sun
Aliado I don’t want none, comprende?
You can see in my eyes I’m failing sunshine
You can see in my eyes I’m failing rain
I don’t wanna be close
I don’t wanna be close
I don’t wanna be here
I don’t want to delight
In a covenant life
When I’m living a tear
I don’t wanna be close
I don’t wanna be here
I don’t want to alight
On a delicates line in a garden of air
I’m running out of time on my higher goals
Running out of patience on little things
Come listen how she sings
She had a beauty, amigo, you
detox after love
While I soak it in
With my feet above
My head
Lyrics by Y. Sheremetieff
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Ryan Hoeve / Andrei Poukhovski /
Yvan Sheremetieff
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