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Am I Gone Yet
04:03
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1. AM I GONE YET
FOLD ME, HIDE MY HEAD
CUT OFF MY VISION IT'S SWEEPING
RANCID REMEMBERANCE
PASTEL OF PINKNESS
THE DARKNESS BRINGS STRENGTH TO MY WEEPING
TILT ME, PRISE OFF MY LID
DIG OUT WHAT'S LEFT TO BE SEEN THERE
FILL ME WITH COOLING CEMENT
DAWN AND I STILL FIND NO PEACE HERE
THE HANDS THAT HAVE SCRAPED OFF MY FEATURES
BE THE SAME HANDS THAT CRIED OUT THEIR PRAISE
SIR HAVE LEFT SOME DRIED DISSECTED PIECES
AM I GONE YET SHE WHISPERED IN PAIN
SPIN ME, BIND UP MY ARMS
SUPPRESS MY HEARTBEAT IT'S POUNDING
STRETCH ME ON SHEETS OF WHITE SILK
DAYLIGHT THERE'S MOVEMENT AROUND ME
THE HANDS THAT HAVE SCRAPED OFF MY FEATURES
BE THE SAME HANDS THAT CRIED OUT THEIR PRAISE
SIR HAVE LEFT SOME DRIED DISSECTED PIECES
AM I GONE YET SHE CRIED OUT IN RAGE
LEAVE ME, WATCH ME RISE
STEP WITH THE CAUTION OF BLIND MEN
WISENED TO FOOLS OF MY KIND
DUSK BUT I NOW SEE HORIZONS
THE HANDS THAT HAVE SCRAPED OFF MY FEATURES
BE THE SAME HANDS THAT CRIED OUT THEIR PRAISE
LEAVE ME WEARY OF HANDS IN THE FUTURE
IF I'M HERE, THEN I MIGHT AS WELL STAY...
(SCHINKESTR, BERLIN), A CELLAR, VIOLIN PRACTICE, HERMANN'S ARTELIER, A GRAND PIANO)
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Sado
03:08
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2. SADO
DO YOU MISS THE SHIVER OF A SWEAT-FILLED THIGH
DOES THE RUSH OF ROCKET FUEL LEAVE YOUR MOUTH BONE DRY
DO YOUR TEMPLES PULSATE AND YOUR BROW DRY SIGH
DO YOUR CRIES OF PASSION, PASSION
RING THROUGH TEARS OF TRY
NOW YOU'RE 40, NOW YOUR 50,
NOW YOUR SKINS PARCHED AND YOUR EYES THEY SEE
BUT YOU CAN'T TURN AWAY SUCH PEDANTIC PLAY
LESS YOU DOUSE YOUR URGE WITH THE OUTSIDE PURGE
OF A MINOR CASE SEEMED TO PLEASE THE TASTE
OF A MODERATE RACE
IT'S A BACKLASH WASTE
WELL YOU CAN'T FOOL ME CAUSE I FELT THE RIP
I KNOW THAT SWEAT I WAS IN THE GRIP
TO INTRODUCE YOU
TO YOUR SADO
HEIGH-DO SADO
WE PLAY SADO
OH THE SADO, HEIGH-DO SADO
ONCE THE TASTE STARTS FORMING, YOU CAN KISS AWAY
PEACEFUL LOVING, GENTLE BUBBLING
FOR THE EVIL TOUCH, OF STRETCHED AND GAUNT
MUSCLE RIPPING, TENSION MOUNTING, EYES DRY GLAZING
IT'S AMAZING
STAND BACK, DON'T TRY
FOR IT'S TAKEN FOR MORE THAN SCHOLASTIC FORM
TO ACQUIRE THE BEAT AND THE FRESH FAST FORCE
LEAVE IT BABE-OH, TO THE SADO
LEAVE IT HEIGH-HO TO THEY ONES THAT KNOW
WELL YOU CAN'T FOOL ME
I'VE PASSED THE TIME
I SEPARATE,
I AM IN THE GRIP
OF THE SADO...
(FRISCO LEATHERS, GREAT GEAR MARKET, KINGS RD, LONDON, GÖRLITZER UFER, BERLIN)
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Mother Of All Battles
03:30
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3. MOTHER OR ALL BATTLES (1991)
MOTHER CAME DOWN IN HER OYSTER WHITE DRESSING-DOWN GOWN
STAIRS TO ME, ORANGE TEA MUG TILTED
EVER SO SLIGHTLY THROUGH HEADSET, I MISHEARD MY NAME
MUGGY WORDS OF ATTACK, BAGHDAD, BOMBERS, OIL REFINERY FLAMES
SWITCHED THE MOTOR TO STOP, AND REPEAT TO ACKNOWLEDGE
HER CAREFUL ATTENTION TO RADIO BROADCASTED WAVE-SPAN
MY VIEW-SPAN IS OYSTER WHITE LEAVING THE STAIRS
AT A WATCH BUILT FOR CONFUSING TIME-TELLING MOMENTS I STARE
IT IS 13:15, MY EYES FILL WITH THE STING OF MY...
MY FATHER IS SEATED IN ONE OF THOSE UNFOLDING CHAIRS
THE BARBECUE PIT IS NOW FINISHED, WE BOTH PROUDLY STARE
AT THE ASKEW ARRANGEMENT OF ROCK SLAB CEMENTED TO PROVE
THAT A STRAIGHT LINEAR SHAPE KEEPS ONE
LOOKING FOR SOFTNESS IN CURVES
ONE THE SCREEN BEEHIVE PENTAGON BUSTLE BRIMS TO EXCESS
AND THE COMFORTING KNOWLEDGE THAT STOCK MARKET SHARES
ROCKET UP, SO BUY FAST IN DEFENSE
WITH THE BEST OF THE BEST MAPPING OUT EVERY HIT POINT AHEAD
AND BACK-SLAPPING ASSURANCE THE OTHERS WILL FALL
TO THE FIERCE-FLAMED YOUNG TOUGH PAID
TO DIE FOR A COUNTRY RECRUITS
TAKE IT BACK TO THE ROOTS AND FIND GOALS FOR THEIR SOULS
WOULD YOUR RANKS BE HALF FILLED WITH BARE BOOTS
WHAT WITH 28 NATIONS STANDING SHOULDER TO SHOULDER
AN OUTSTANDING SELECTION TO SHAPE NEW WORLD ORDER
AS THE MOTHER OF BATTLES BREEDS MOTHERS AND DAUGHTERS
THANK GOD, IT IS COVERED BY HARDENED REPORTERS
AND I SCREAM QUIETLY IN MY SKIN
FOR THE STILL OF MY TONGUE
THE WEARY MARINE HE WANTS HOME
GET IT OVER AND DONE
DURING ON-THE-SPOT COVERAGE OF GAS-MASKLESS EXILES
A TV COMMERCIAL, WASH POWDER FOR TEXTILES...
(NEWS EDITOR RIAS TV/DEUTSCHE WELLE, BERLIN/ ON THE SCREEN-CNN, KAWAU ISLAND, NEW ZEALAND)
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Fathers
03:41
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FATHERS
HE STOOD WAITING IN THE WINGS
WHILE THEY KEPT HIS FATHER'S HEART PUMPING
HE TRIED CRYING TO THE FLOOR
FOR HIS FEAR OF SAYING NOTHING
HE REMEMBERED ALL THE MOMENTS
THAT THEY DIDN'T WANT TOGETHER
AND THE FORCED LAY DOWN OF WEAPONRY
FOR SEASONAL ENDEAVOR
TO EMBRACE, EMBIND, SOME FAMILY FEELING
TO HIDE THE HURT, WHEN WOUNDS AREN'T HEALING
DESPONDENCY OF ONES COMMITTED PLAN
TO RIVAL ALLEGATIONS OF THIS MAN
HIS CONNECTION TO COLLECTION
OF THE AVERAGE FAMILY
HE WAS STANDING ON A STAGE
PLAYING HUMOR FOR HIS SUPPER
HE SAW YELLOWED-PAPERED URGENT
AND HE KNEW DEATH TOOK HIS FATHER
HE REMEMBERED ALL THE MOMENTS
THAT THEY DIDN'T WALK TOGETHER
AND THE FORCED LAY DOWN OF WEAPONRY
FOR SEASONAL ENDEAVOR
TO EMBRACE, EMBIND SOME FAMILY FEELING
TO HIDE THE HURT WHEN WOUNDS AREN'T HEALING
DESPONDENCY OF ONES COMMITTED PLAN
OH TO RIVAL ALLEGATIONS OF THIS MAN
HIS CONNECTION TO COLLECTION
OF THE AVERAGE FAMILY
HE IS LIVING BY THE SEAT OF HIS ASS IN THE HOPING
THAT THE WORTH OF HIS WORDS WOULD BRING FREEDOM TO REVOLT IN
AND ABOVE HIM BY THE TV WITH AN ALCOHOLIC SNORE
IS REMINDERS OF THE FATHER THAT HE FEIGNS TO ABHOR
BUT EMBRACE, EMBIND, SOME FAMILY FEELING
FOR WHEN IT'S GONE AND YOU'RE LEFT REELING
RESENTMENT FOR A MAN YOU NEVER KNEW
WHO DEDICATED MORE THAN SPERM TO YOU
IT'S YOUR CONNECTION WITH COLLECTION
OF THE AVERAGE FAMILY
IT'S YOUR CONNECTION WITH COLLECTION
OF THE AVERAGE FAMILY
(AUCKLAND HOSPITAL, ON STAGE IN LONDON, A GARAGE IN AUCKLAND, A CELLAR IN BERLIN)
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170 McElhone Street
03:21
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5. 170 MC ELHONE STREET
OUR HOME WAS DEMOLISHED AFTER WE'D GONE
THE KITCHEN STOOD STANDING FOR TWO DAYS LONGER
I WANTED TO WRITE ON OUR CURVED BEDROOM CEILING
A ROUGH ESTIMATION OF LOVE MAKING HOURS
BUT I ONLY HAD A FEW PINTS OF PAINT
THEY PUT IN A GARAGE WHERE THE BAND USED TO PRACTICE
CARS WHERE THE DOGS USED TO SLEEP
INSTEAD OF OUR SEX DEN, IT'S BLOOD, TEARS AND SWEAT
THERE'S THE FIRST FLOOR OF KINGS CROSS ELITE APARTMENTS
WHERE WE SHOT MOUTH AT JUNKIES IN VAIN
AND ITS SEVERAL YEARS LATER I STAND IN THE RAIN
WHERE THE OLD IRON SHACK USED TO BE
MY TAXI IS WAITING, I'VE DINED WITH OLD FRIENDS
WE SHARED IN THE PAST ON OUR SLOW DESCENT
IN TO ONE LONG HELL OF A GAME
OUR HOME WAS DEMOLISHED MY HEART NOT MUCH LATER
I SHOULD HAVE SEEN MY DUE RELEASE
YOU FOUND MY REPLACEMENT AND CAREFULLY ARRANGED
TO LEAVE ME WITH NOTHING
BUT ONE STRONG IMPRESSION
THAT YOU ARE THE LONELIEST MAN IN THE WORLD
(170 MC ELHONE STREET, KINGS CROSS, SYDNEY, SCHINKESTRAßE BERLIN, A STAGE IN BERLIN, A TAXI)
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Carrie Beehan aka Trystette Music New York, New York
Carrie Beehan: Singer/Songwriter/Performance-Artist/Painter, is an established international performer and artist residing in New York City. With a background in dramatic arts, music and the Film & TV industry, her creative style combines songs, sound-scapes, film and paint media with performance and video, she exhibits and performs regularly in New York galleries and venues. ... more
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