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Hello old friend, it's good to see you
Every now and then, I do think of you
Random patios ... In the summertime
We talk of Burroughs and the car that we stole.
Fire
And so old friend, this is where the poets go
All the brazen cars, headed for the bus stop
Come walk a while with me; it isn't very far
We'll paint the shadows with the bright words we made.
Fire
Here we are old friend, listen to the wild palms shake
Out there in the distance, dry in the summer haze
We've got this fire escape, a pack of smokes, a jug of wine
The city lights are golden. Fire escape high!
Fire
laughter
Fire escape high
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Had a dream the other day
Held my breath until it went away
Tell me what I say
Took the highway to the end of the night
Machine run red run red run 'til we black the sun
Black on the sun
She had pictures of Calvary
They were tattooed up inside her mind
In her mind
He was angry on the day he was born
He never found a way to fill that hole inside
The hole inside
He was an American
Gas station on a desert plain
Stale coffee, cigarettes and more
More of the same
Burn it down
Burn it down, burn it down
Burn it, burn it
To the ground
Burn it down
She had pictures of Calvary
They were tattooed up inside her mind
In her mind
She was an American
He was angry on the day he was born
Never did find a way to fill that hole inside
The hole inside
He was an American
They were Americans
They were Americans
They were Americans
They were Americans
LAST TRAIN
She took the last train
out of here
Because everybody knows
She took the last train
out of here
Because everybody knows
this is nowhere
And I can't stop the rain
can't stop the rain
Falling down, falling down
Falling down . . .
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3. |
When Lou Reed Died
05:45
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When Lou Reed died
A subway stopped
And the street angels jumped the turnstiles
And flew into the park
They ran down black alleyways
Where the poets dream
And Patti takes her table
At the cafe
And the hare krishnas
Dance in union square
They go sha-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-lah
Now who will write the stories
Who will sing the songs
About nothing
When nothing's all there is to say
When Lou Reed died
The absurd and the obvious
Dumpster-dived for lipstick
In the rain
It's so cold
In the menagerie
Where the wild things play
Broken down symphonies
And Patti Smith
Takes her coffee black
She's got another name
To add to the elegy
Now who will write the stories
Who will write the songs
About nothing
When nothing's all there is to say
Who will sing the stories
Who will sing the songs
About some kinds of love
Some kinds of love
Sha-la-la-lah
Sha-la-la-lah
Sha-la-la-lah
Sha-la-la-lah
When Lou Reed died
Caroline
Picked herself off the floor
Said I think it's time to say
Goodbye
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Khaki
05:23
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It's a beautiful day
The sun is screaming
But I don't want to go out there
Wanna stay home dreaming
On the inside
On the inside
But I gotta go downtown
I gotta negotiate
With all these people
Gotta get in the race
Right now!
It's a fine day
For wearing Khaki
It's a fine day
For wearing Khaki
It's a fine day
In the land of the free
Well I made it downtown
So splendid in Khaki
Like a band-aid in the sun
So sticky and happy
Now I'm feeling so good
I think I'll get a tattoo
Love me on Facebook
I'm just like you
It's a fine day
For wearing Khaki
It's a fine day
For wearing Khaki
It's a fine day
In the land of the free
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5. |
No More
06:23
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The wasted days have turned to grey
You always said don't be afraid
But I have lost the skeleton key
And the thread you left in the labyrinth
No more, no more
No more, no more
I feasted from the garden of you
And yet I'm always hungry
Take me down to the land of Nod
To wander in the perfumed fog
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
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Statue
06:21
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She stands, she's a statue
Won't she ever move
If I saw her smiling
I would stand there too
In a jar
Fireflies are stars
These things turn to plastic
She's not the only one
Not the only one
All my elastic particles
And her electric moons
Line of empty cocktails
Tray of dirty spoons
In a jar
Fireflies are stars
These things turn to plastic
I'm not the only one
Not the only one
Love, love
Love, love
Down, down
Down
Don't know when it happened
Rain inside the change
Things that used to matter
Lately turned to strange
It's so obvious
So damn obvious
We have turned to plastic
And we'll never move
Love, love
Love, love
Down, down
Down
Going down
Down
Love, love
Love
Love
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7. |
Polar Bear
10:19
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I. Murder Desert
Things are not what they seem
I can feel it in my bones
I can smell it on the sea
When the dead winds blow
I awoke from a dream
The world was different there
All my friends were near
The ice clouds were beautiful
Beautiful
II. Human Highway
A human highway is born
It cuts across the dawn
Weeping blood of the earth
Mankind in time
Got a message from the wolf
He said "bear it's time to go"
I hear only the sea
The true north is where I'm from
III. Sedna
IV. Island of One
I am an island of one
Drifting on an endless sea
Surfer where the tides they run
Sailor on the open breeze
Fisherman atop the earth
Captain of the frozen night
I will live forever
Set a course for the northern sky
V. Ghost Dance
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Primitive Broadcast Service Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Three-piece noise rock band from Brew City (ma-wau-kee), WI. Urban skronk for these times. Street talk in the dissonant
sprawl.
Latest album, Colors for Chameleons, released in Oct. 2021, is the band's 2nd full length album and first 12" vinyl release, available for purchase on Bandcamp.
S/t debut album (2018-19) is available here in CD and digital download.
Album #3 is coming soon in 2024-25.
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