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the word that refers to the word that refers to walt disney

by Beargarden

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1.
SIXTY PERFECT WINDOWS I saw surprise, an apple in your eye - falls like a lottery at your feet. the burning neck of the burning dog is wet he twists on wind down sober streets SIXTY PERFECT WINDOWS flesh. no fever. sixty windows there she stands, abashed and bewildered - love is here. you had a rag you dragged across the eye: dead eye of muscle glass and glue. the killer came; he never had to ask - forever shards for you ... too soon. * your bottle bled. your bottle almost blind. you raise your family like a fist. a bright bouquet, and sex in shattered glass - forever blessed but never kissed. * tonight ...
2.
bons baisers 03:40
. ~ bons baisers ~ . one kiss for Rita; she's fleet of the fist. one kiss for Candy; she favours the twist. and one for you just one ... for you. one kiss for Candy; she plan to be wed. one kiss, for Sue uses strychnine instead. * and one for all the tears I've frozen, for you. I swallow lips that cruel; they wait for you maybe ... BONS BAISERS ... maybemaybemaybe ... o, flay me! maybemaybemaybe ... at times ... my heart becomes a whore - (and) that's the one thing you've forgotten. * I follow lips that cool; they wait for you one kiss, two kiss, through this it grew. one kiss. each of us. one kiss ... one kiss and I can't forget her. *
3.
. ~ the finer things ~ . i need a key. i need that luxury, clearly. with cameras and cages and cars, I follow the lives of the stars are you sending out? or are you sealing in some of THE FINER THINGS in life? your ebony rose grows where no one goes - a cold road. the shade of the years, that I should know I should know so well - I laid all I had on a spell * I need a key - I need that luxury, banshee ... spin with me spin with me well; I've laid all I had on a spell. well are you sending out? or are you sealing in some of THE FINER THINGS I know?
4.
. ~ The Best of Them ~ . this one grooves and this one palpitates this one’s four foot seven tall this one sheds her wet embroidery in a smear along the wall no good at all you are the best of them heroes and all this one flaunts her algebraic love for the full course of her life for the din and for the energy for the shrill blade of a knife good good good night * and so should I make this creature bright and derange her spangled flesh for a time this knotted atmosphere might relax might just relent oh heaven sent you are the best of them heroes and all you are the best of them heroes and all you are the best of them
5.
west 04:06
WEST I want to tell you, reaffirm, i believe we can wait on eternity. it comes to me. i am an anchor you're a tide maybe some day i can catch a ride rest easy, love, we have hoped for less. go WEST, to the WEST, to the WEST, to the western wall go WEST - if you surrender to the call: western wall some sail the ocean. some are blue, says the west wind, the light of another moon - and heaven too holding a compass to the gale, with a thousand miles to be sailed I follow the star that leads me best * your hand fits like a glove ... it's been so long, for what remains, and what is gone *
6.
lounge 03:31
. ~ lounge ~ . Billy found it in the corn - been warned a thousand times before. when took it home, they bolted the windows, they bolted the doors, and made Billy sleep in the straw. in the straw. Cherie found it on the floor. she'd seen things like this before, (but) when she tried it on her eyes misted over, her breathing grew long - once Cherie danced like a swan. lounging in the light, lithe and white. lounging in the light, day and night and day and night and ... i win. outright. my my my hands are free. I'm tapping my fingers; I'm making my tea. I don't you to bother me *
7.
THE DRUNK HAND the cream of the guests at the family banquet lean on the hand - lean on THE DRUNK HAND. and from the elbow, wrist, the fist they kiss - and dive for the throat of the hapless host, who dies like a dog with a ding-a-ling drunk hand. it cannot move it cannot feel it only drinks yes, it drinks! I think ... and it ... shares the wrong time, shares the wrong time, there's the wrong time! hold to your glove! your drunk glove! lean on the hand! raise THE DRUNK HAND higher! what's that? the hand that toasts the drink will light the fire. it might just follow you for a million years ... and they howl at the man with the cloak and the stick, who's sick in the palm of a ding-a-ling drunk hand. it cannot speak it cannot pay it only drinks. * there is right and a wrong hand, with poison beneath every nail. how can i lose with a drunk hand? oh, how can I possibly fail? * who put that champagne fist up high upon the spire? where people come from miles around to watch the art - as his heart does rip from his chest in the shape the form of a deified drunk hand. i used to be a scientist but now I'm drunk * how can I possibly fail with A DRUNK HAND?
8.
saint vitus 05:02
SAINT VITUS got a gin on his finger, sin in his eye. got a quirk in his nature, and a serious side. got the breath of a cherub born on the fourth of July. he's going to dance for you tonight, under a mackerel sky. tonight tonight tune into his heavy line on ecstasy. (heavy line) hold that heavy hymn. burning, burning, burning like a sin, ST VITUS, burning. he's got the heart of a hornet, the head of a beer. he's got a smooth way of talking - brilliantine. * get up and burn down, unholy whore. brother gin, your heavy line is discipline. (heavy line) hold that heavy hymn. * for you, tonight, I touch down. for you, tonight, I touch down.
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musculature 05:02
MUSCULATURE there's a well of love in this private Eden, but the flesh is gone, my wits have sunken, and I can't scratch through ... cause I'm wired in the fat and the beef and the glory of this ... MUSCULATURE MUSCULATURE, sure in a suit of meat in a shell of iron I'm a shrivelled saint I'm a shrunken athlete - and I'm wired in the fat and the beef and the glory of this ... * I follow her as a deaf subaltern. at her beck and call I do the dumb dance - and it goes like this ... it goes around and around. in circles. they made me kneel on dried beans ... they made me call The Gymnast God ... they made me dig for yams ... they made me bite the hairs off dirty tubers no, I won't forget I won't remember o, no. * suit of meat shell of iron who will evict you now? suit of meat shell of iron who will undress tomorrow. suit of meat shell of iron who will entreat you now? suit of meat shell of iron your eyes undress tomorrow.
10.
. ~the four walls ~ . each and every night eyes darting in all directions - I see no sense at all Uneasily love I’m freezing the sheets against you - against a heart against the only only heart where are the four walls? war ... where are the ones I know so well ... I know the damn things well saturday night light breaks in a sheet against you in still air one breeze melts all hell of a night light tearing the sheets around you in losing heart I lost the only only heart * where are the four walls? war
11.
TALES FROM THE FLESHPOT something went wrong inside a fleshpot! there was a bitter, burning stench. there was a fish the juice of which spilled from the father's lips, and ... it made no clear and earthly sense it goes ... a wilder world! nothing boils. nothing left to burn. a wilder world! (it's) my native soil but it's none of my concern there was a tremor in the fleshpot! fell from that table to the floor! and out they crawled ... the bugs, the beetles, faces red with anger - we should have thought of this before. * and a goat in a dark goat - a touch too bright, a touch too hollow - dreams in his new genes. is he too small? too small to swallow this? this prune hangs in space, as he picks through the bones ... this prune hangs in space. this prune is ... a wilder world a wider world a wilder world a wider world * shoot it! it's the one I love! shoot it! it's the one I love!
12.
THE GREAT UNDULATOR a swamp, a swamp in troubled tufts, is caked like mud on the drooping edges of her mouth that pours ... and here I go ... through beer and spit, she sucks me, sits me at the bar, and thinks another drink will rip through this - this choking, choking in my chest, that draws a perfect gasp a perfect thing that was tired of waiting in the ashtrays I'd like to know you well but there's no way as far as I can ... far as I ... can tell your face is bright it burns it writhes, it turns (but) you'll never never never learn the trick of tangling this of twisting it - cause you've never waited in the ashtrays I'd like to know you well oh rag-trays as far as I can, far as I can tell o hell! behold! a greater undulator! o hell, don't tell! o leave me here leave well enough alone. so here we go from a drunken dance to a drunken pool where we're tied and fettered in a heavy knot that is (is not) (but) it's right for them and I think you'll find it in the ashtrays * oh, ha ha ha ha ha hell! oh, ha ha ha ha ha hell! and I think
13.
A THOUSAND ROOMS there comes a time, when your soft skin warms in a world of insect life. a time when your red dress swims in a sea of murdered life. I would speak to you but I could only whistle; like the sound that you hear of the waves in a seashell. nothing ventured nothing gained and nothing passed between; and the dark in which you hide your broken hand is just a dream. there are birds in this room, shrieking birds, and they've never come so near. I could attract myself through A THOUSAND ROOMS like this ... but it ended here. the story ends right here the story ends right here the story ends right here let it end ... but, o, there'll come a time ... the story ends right here, my love and a thousand doors have a thousand rooms the story ends right here the story ends right here let it end ...
14.
. ~ a dog barks in a blizzard of tickertape ~ . brandishing bells, and rattling hand-drums, dancers precede the king's Rolls-Royce - for a program of sacred dramas, and sports events. cheerleaders, Brenda McCampbell and Chip Cornelius, wring mounting decibels from the frenzied crowd - as monk-dancers don frightsome demon-masks, scattering spectators like chaff, in a game said to date from the days of Genghis Khan. the sounds of laughter ring through trumpets of thigh-bones, and rosaries of 108 disc-like beads, each cut from a separate human skull. most spectacular of all is the somersaulting of young men over axe-men balanced on logs. 'all the lakes are brimming!' sings one peon. far from seeing such things as gruesome, they are looked upon as reminders, of the brevity of life, and the importance of pomp and pageantry.

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A miscellany of b-sides, out takes and demos accumulated between 1982 and 1985

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released November 30, 2010

Sam Sejavka (vocals)
Carl Manuell (drums, vocals)
Gus Till (keyboards)
Shane Andalou (guitar)
Ross Farnell (bass)
Simon Polinski (bass)

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