Destroyer Album

You can't believe the way the wind's talking to the sea. I heard that someone said it before. I don't care, I can't walk away. I can't walk away in Chinatown.

The wind and the rain to your detriment you try to explain a government swallowed up in the squall. I can't walk away at all in Chinatown.

I stare at the sky so I know which way that I drink my wine from a porcelain cup. I fall down.

You can't believe though I'm sure somebody said it before. I know you and I know the score. I can't walk away. You can't walk away.

You terrify the land.
You are pestle and mortar.
You're first love's new order, mother nature's sun.
King of the everglades.
Population one.
I write poetry for myself.
I write poetry for myself.

(Oh, baby)

You're a permanent figure of jacked up sorrow.
I want you to love me.
You send me a coffin of roses.
I guess that's the way that things go these days.
Take pills, for instance.
I heard they're no good for you.
I won't and I never will.
She said, "I won't and I never will"
"I won't and I never will"
Blue eyes.

Oh, baby. Can't you see they had it in for me?
They had it in for me.
"I won't and I never will"
Blue eyes.

I sent a message in a bottle to the press.
It said, "Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves."
"Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves."
I thumb through the books on your shelves.
I've thumbed through the books on your shelves

Blue eyes.

A savage night at the opera
Another savage night at the club
Let's face it, old souls like us are being born to die
It's not a war till someone loses an eye

Yes, I'm familiar with your scene
Some would say shockingly uptight
21-gun salute to the Fallen Birds Of The Sky
I heard their record, it's alright
Hey, Infinite Sense Of Value
Hey, Infinite Sense Of Value
Hey, Mystic Prince Of The Purlieu At Night
I heard your record, it's alright

You'll never guess just what I've seen
A horse abandoned midstream
Quatrain etched on a dirtpile
Quatrain etched hey, that's your style!

You'll never guess just where I've been
A life abandoned midstream
Quatrain etched on a turnstile
Just set the loop and then go wild

Brown paper bag, don't stop me now, I'm on a roll.
Plain brown wrapper in your pocket.
Is it still the Invisible Man you're consorting with, woman?
Now that you got it all wrong,
You got it all backwards, girl.
Enter through the exit, and exit through the entrance when you can.
Seen you consorting with your Invisible Manhole.
Fool child, you're never gonna make it.
New York City just wants to see you naked, and they will.
Though they'd never say so.
Wise, old, black and dead in the snow, my southern sister.

Sister, sister, the name of the band
Flesh and blood, my death close at hand.
Sister, this is not about me, and it's not about you, I swear.
No hard feelings, nothing personal.
Soft sculpture rides the air.

Words, words, words.
Longings, longings, longings, all in vain.
Just ask Vanity, abandoned out in the rain by the world.
Another proud American.
And as proud Americans,
We let it slide away.
Harmless little negress,
You've got to say yes to another excess.
Let's go for a ride today.

In possession of eyes that say (?)
In possession of eyes that say (?)

A southern bunkhouse (?),
Blue skies up above,
A kind of (?) figure of feminine grace in which passes for love these days.
All that slender-wristed, white, translucent business passes for love these days.
????-haired (?) genius passes for love these days

Four more years
Four more years
Four hundred more years of this shit, fuck it.
I look up, I see the North Star.
I look up, I see the North Star.
When I look up at the bar (?) through these tears.

Four white pillars (??) Yankee-style
All of America loves to lights (?) his pipes.
All of America live to light his pipe at night.
To which Dixie responds "free me"
And then lashes his sashes
????

Maybe or maybe not fast forward, she said
Maybe once the seed is sown (?) fast forward, she said
This bird has flown south she said
Don't talk about the south, she said
It's not you, it's nothing personal
No hard feelings, nothing's there
Soft sculpture rides hard on the air.
Soft sculpture rides hard on the air.

Now that you got it all backwards, girl.
Enter through the exit, and exit through the entrance
...When you can.

I was poor in love
I was poor in wealth
I was okay in everything else there was
Oh, I was poor in love

I was poor in love

I was poor in love
I was poor in wealth
I was okay in everything else there was
Oh, I was poor in love

I was poor in love

She took me aside and said
Look, I don't do this every day
You've got style

All you've got is style
I can see it from a mile away
Oh, I was poor in love

I was poor in love

You were born again, rich in him alone
Your Jesuit profile will suit the coming apocalypse
Oh, I was poor in love

Poor in love

Why's everybody sing along
Why's everybody sing along
When we built this city on ruins

Why's everybody sing along
Why's everybody sing along
When we built this city on ruins

Oh, ruins
Oh, ruins
Oh, ruins

Wasting your days
Chasing some girls
Alright, chasing cocaine
Through the backrooms of the world
All night

Wasting your days
Chasing some girls
Alright, chasing cocaine
Through the backrooms of the world
All night

Sounds
Smash hits
Melody maker
Nme
All sound like a dream to me
All sound like a dream to me
All sounds like a dream

Sounds
Smash hits
Melody maker
Nme
All sound like a dream to me
All sound like a dream to me
All sounds like a dream

Step out of your toga
And into the fog
You are a prince
On the ocean
In a pinch
In the sky
In your eye

Step out of your toga
And into the ocean
Look, they got your prince
On the fall
In a pinch
In the sky
In your eye

In the sky
In your eye

In a pinch
In the sky
In your eye

I wrote a song for America
Who knew?

I wrote a song for America
Who knew?
Who knew?

I was just getting used
To having you round you
And wandering around the world
I woke up, I went downtown
And woke up, everything was drowning
Downtown

Little Comet, that's the name we gave
Who's been trying
But he doesn't see why Mary Jane,
From down the lane, went insane
Ah, she's still better off than I am
Downtown

Every candle to the window
Then the door
Saw the features of the world
Light up oh, Ava your face
I was a four-leaf clover,
I was Red Rover on the way over to your place.

I was just getting used
To having you round you
And wandering around the world
I woke up I went downtown
I woke up and everything was drowning

I wrote a song for America they told me it was clever,
Jessica's gone on vacation on the dark side of town forever.
Who knew? Who knew?
[repeat 3x]

Who knew? Who knew?

Winter, spring, summer and fall,
Animals crawl, towards death's embrace.
Winter, spring, summer, fall, unspeakable!
In a morning, on a Sunday, just wasted in the rain!
[repeat 3x]

Soon.
Soon.
Listen, I've been drinking
as our house lies in ruin.
I don't know what I'm doing
alone in the dark
at the park or at the pier,
watching ships disappear in the rain.
The world's just bones.
The world is black stones dressed up in the rain
with no place to go but home-
just like Nance.
On a night like this, why, she's pro-stars, pro-sky.
All lit up and sick of fighting
beneath the diseased lighting of the discotheque at night.
It don't mean a thing. It never means a thing.
It don't mean a thing. It never means a thing.
It's got that swing.
I've seen it all. I've seen it all.
Magnolia's a girl. Her heart's made of wood.
As apocalypses go, that's pretty good.
Sha-la-la, wouldn't you say?
Please remove your spurs.
Come to think of it, remove your antlers.
Haven't seen you for ages.
I still fly into rages at the mention of your name,
Christine White.
I think about you often, off in the desert,
laughing your head off in the Forest of the Night.
Say a prayer for the light.
So now I live well. I live in the mine.
I'm still slinging mud at the towers all the time.
I took a walk
and threw up in an English Garden.
I was born in the North, but my father's from the South.
Love is a political beast with jaws for a mouth. I don't care!
You're upset- and have every right to be.
Regretfully, you decline.
Every night was a waste of time.
Every night. Every night. Every night.
You were on the side of good.
I was inside of the sea's guts,
a crumbling beauty trapped in a river of ice.
A crumbling beauty trapped in Paradise,
oh yes, it was Paradise!
The tide comes in and the tide goes out again.
I suppose this is the kind of thing we see every day.
The tide comes in. The tide goes away.
Oh, the tide comes in. Yeah, the tide. Yes, the tide.
A ransom note written on the night sky above
reminds me what-in-particular about this wine I love.
Like a punctured beast, better-off dead,
compliments going to my head:
La-da-da, la-da-da!
And speaking of my mind (the Sunflower),
and speaking of a world turning sour on you,
I was twenty years old in 1992.
I was bathed in golden sunlight, alright?
I was ripped on dope. You were a ray of sunshine.
I was a hopeless romantic. You were swine.
You've got to spend money to make money.
You've got to stop calling me "honey".
Oh world! You fucking explosion that turns us around!
The searchlight slumps over, so sick of the night,
and the kids on the boats, busted in the shipyard
going down, down, down, down, down, down, down.
You traveled light (all night, every night),
to arrive at the conclusion
of the world's inutterable secret,
and you shut your mouth.
I've seen it all. I've seen it all. I've seen it all.
Free and easy. Gentle. Gentle.
The wind through the trees makes you mental for me.
Nancy, in a state of crisis, on a cloud.
Soon. Soon.