The Faint Album

You could follow logic
or contest it all
the work solution makes the common house a home

the element of progress
that you mention is gone
it de-evolved to something you were headed toward

as i lay to die the things i think
did i waste my time. i think i did- i worked for life

all we want are just pretty little homes
our work makes pretty little homes

like a cast shadow
like a fathers dream
have a cut out son
what's a worse disease
to get that pretty little home

as i lay to die the things i think
i dont want to regret what i did- i worked for life

all we want are just pretty little homes
our work makes pretty little homes
agenda suicide, the drones work hard before they die
and give up on pretty little homes

(like a cast shadow)

our work makes pretty little homes
our work makes pretty little homes
agenda suicide. the drones work hard before they die
and give up on pretty little homes

Feel the vapor pressure drop as the dark steam pours out the entrance
Real cold world is swirling into a club that keeps the real life world out
Where every sense seems deathly weak from the frozen time you spent in transit
The glass danse world flickers on and the low end thaws your anxious body

Maybe I feel detached. I may just look too shy
It's a disinterest not that I'm a timid guy
I call them bodies but, they are attentive too
I feel the social glare. I feel the attitude

Watch as mirrors clear themselves with the breath of frigid air that eased in
Made up babies all rotate as a siren spins a beam of amber
Time sliced beat by beat in a row, in a club, in a line, in the city
The glass danse world flickers on 'cause the cycle happens enough

A baby falls out warm. It's screaming for its life
An infant tries to danse as it grows up then dies
That's simplified but, uh, when your complexion dries
You wake up cold and think, you wish it'd been this way

(i drive a taxi, i paint fingernails,
i am an artist, i sew dresses,
i am a teacher)

sharp dressed servers where the upscale dine
a safe dial turned by a glove in the crimes of night
a nurse in an ambulance rides
he "don't deserve it", the patient is right

career
serious
there are times when i miss the appeal

long black cars driven close to the lawn
straight legged slacks and the shine of the chauffer's garb
the lawyer with an eliquent tongue
he sways the verdict, the jury is numb

energy that pulls us toward it
to feel the total job
no economic success

career
serious
there are times when i miss the appeal
to get the total job

energy that pulls us toward it
to feel the total job
no economic success

energy that pulls us toward it
to feel the total job
no economic success

Some people get bit from the inside
When they talk it's cold and sour
And no, there's nothing they can do now
They've had their way too many times
If you glare to get what you want
It'll become your look
And if there's dirt you got on someone
You let it loose without a thought

Just let the poison spill
Spurt from your throat
Hiss like steam
'Cause the pressure's unreal
I'm not saying that it's not
You're causing a scene (hey, hey)

You're wearing out that note
You scream until it's gone
You scream until it's gone, gone, gone

No government check can reverse it
You need a royal eclipse of the tounge
Or is the pain that you endure now
Something you need but you know how to get it now

And there's no climbing up that list
You just move down it one by one
You hate this and this and love that it shows
You're insecure, but that's no excuse

Just tell 'em they lie
You tell them truth
The things you take
Are coming in groups
The people abused
The trust you had
And now you don't want it back

Just let the poison spill
Spurt from your throat
Hiss like steam
'Cause the pressure's unreal
I'm not saying that it's not
You're causing a scene (hey, hey)

You're wearing out that note
You scream until it's gone
You scream until it's gone, gone, gone

recovering slowly, a torso fell
from a beat up truck by a rural motel.
the manager seen how the truck bed bounced
while dust flew up with a rolling sound.

voices appear from the staff outside
in bulbous text in a western style
his mannequin neck spun to turn his face
the bars spilled drunks out frame by frame

girls pushed girls side to side
to hear a suction sound as limbs realign
the crowd justseemed to multiply
they hear his plastic jaw as the news drops hard.

your retro career melted

they couldn't have agreed with the mannequin less
they didn't understand what the mannequin meant
the sound of a barrelled gun held to the back
some plastic clicks as the shell parts pass.

fleshtone shards fly by wild
they fill a plastic bag with the parts inside
the bag got dumped, a town nearby
they reassembled fast as his voice dropped hard

your retro career melted

(oh oh oh oh)
I feel a warm resistance
Beneath the outer layer.
What once moved living organs
Leaks through a thin vaneer.
Blue Blooded royal body,
Elegantly posed to death.
Not speaking, Prince, now are you?
Not breathing one more breath.
(oh oh oh oh oh)
Just now a curtain's folding
It falls and lies to rest.
So selfish royal brother,
You've loved your wife to death.
Your ways could not continue.
You'd rule with hateful hands.
I called you toward the staircase.
I caused your violent end.
(oh oh oh oh)

Confident with your back to the audience,
Tremelo strings begin with your gesturing wrist,
Start the orchestra slow with an elegant aire,
Then a circular sweep crescendoing swell,
Leo Slatkin, Dohnanyi, Previne, Depaur,

Your arms are calling out,
They wave like a swarm of sound,
You pull the sound from scores of notes,
You step the stage and take control,

You're conducting verese in a moment of silence,
Your body directs a pulse of wind,
Von Karahan, Hampton, Menuhin, Levine.

Your arms are calling out,
They wave like a swarm of sound,
You pull the sound from scores of notes,
You step the stage and take control.

Your arms are calling out,
They wave like a swarm of sound,
You pull the sound from scores of notes,
You step the stage and take control.

Control, control, control, control,
Control, control, control, control,
Control, control, control, control,
Control, control, control, control,
Control, control, control, control, control...

I checked in a room today
up above the downtown market bricks
right now a boy gets old
a boy gets bitter
a boy learns not to trust
someone inside his room
the door locks tight
you keep the door locked

months went by and the doors got kicked in
two outlaws collecting what they loaned
in a room beside my walls
a girl gets choked
she can't pay back the loan
48 more hours to go
"48 more hours" that's all they say
in two more nights
I hear a sound
a shrill from one thin wall away

every place is the same
every day is the same
every place is the same
violent
there's a conflicting sound
hear the arguments loud
everyday, the sounds of the
violent violent violent

I moved uptown a bit
not much changed
conflict is never gone
but just as a calm sets in
a police line barricades
a place next door I asked
around the lot a store
clerk told me two young
kids were shot mother
was near the tracks dragged
to where a train would go past

every place is the same
every day is the same
every place is the same
violent
there's a conflicting sound
hear the arguments loud

every place is the same
every day is the same
every place is the same
violent
there's a conflicting sound
hear the arguments loud
everyday, the sounds of the
violent violent violent

I'm paralysed and things could change for you as well
You're not so bad off now, you can move anything you need
I'm not this way because of an emergency I caused
at seventeen a guard, perched above the chlorine floor
When I saw a hand raise up from just beneath the air
a frantic move for help, I made an instant judgment call.

To dive, I arced my feet to dive,
I broke the elemental line
to save a child.
Dive, into the shallow floor
the bottom scraped my palms
and compressed my spine.

Now I'm paralysed while they just hope to make amends
the family and the kid who faked the drowning incident,
I've felt the hand of God and that's the last thing that I felt
at all below my back, I've lost the faith I thought I had.

To dive, I arced my feet to dive,
I broke the elemental line
to save a child.
Dive, into the shallow floor
the bottom scraped my palms
and compressed my spine.