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The tempest blows up from | The tempest blows up from a squall<br> | ||
Past the Cape of Bad Conscience<br> | |||
Into the Gulf of the Cauldron<br> | |||
Exposing the roots like the | Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten<br> | ||
Exposing the roots like the dyed hair of slattern<br> | |||
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Scrapper and | Scrapper and mauler in a rope ring this small<br> | ||
Outside the wind is punching<br> | Outside the wind is punching<br> | ||
There's no one to hear it<br> | There's no one left to hear it<br> | ||
No one hears the bell ring<br> | No one hears the bell ring<br> | ||
Except the one who comes to fear it<br> | Except the one who comes to fear it<br> | ||
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He weeps at the blows<br> | He weeps at the blows<br> | ||
But down in a location that we cannot disclose<br> | But down in a location that we cannot disclose<br> | ||
He turns the dial slowly<br> | |||
Through the Stations of the Cross<br> | |||
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Crowd done up dandy<br> | |||
Baying and howling | In diamonds and finery<br> | ||
Baying and howling<br> | |||
All bloodlusty calling<br> | |||
Fists like pistons<br> | Fists like pistons<br> | ||
Faces like meat spoiling<br> | Faces like meat spoiling<br> | ||
Haul boys haul | Haul, boys, haul, bully-boys haul<br> | ||
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Later | Later that evening<br> | ||
Molly and her gunman<br> | |||
Go down the stairs to a dive like a dungeon<br> | Go down the stairs to a dive like a dungeon<br> | ||
Meanwhile in the backroom there's a girl like a sponge<br> | Meanwhile in the backroom there's a girl like a sponge<br> | ||
Saying | Saying, "Bring him in long as a constable's truncheon"<br> | ||
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The gunman wants Molly to kingdom come<br> | The gunman wants Molly to kingdom come<br> | ||
Then blows them all to the hereafter<br> | Then blows them all to the hereafter<br> | ||
Who's scuttling away now and hidden from our view?<br> | |||
Who tightened the tourniquet, turning her blue?<br> | |||
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They're hurling themselves into heaven I suppose<br> | They're hurling themselves into heaven I suppose<br> | ||
Before the gates are closed<br> | Before the gates are closed<br> | ||
But down in a location that we cannot disclose<br> | But down in a location that we cannot disclose<br> | ||
They turn the dial slowly through the | They'll turn the dial slowly through the Stations of the Cross<br> | ||
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The gale of hale laughter | The gale of hale laughter<br> | ||
Scales up the ivory<br> | |||
Die away breathless | The black keys of her fine whine descend into the minor<br> | ||
Haul boys haul | Die away breathless<br> | ||
Diminishing behind her<br> | |||
Haul boys haul, bully-boys haul<br> | |||
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The water came up to the eaves<br> | The water came up to the eaves<br> | ||
You'd think | You'd think someone had opened a valve
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It's too soon to stay now and too late to leave<br> | It's too soon to stay now and too late to leave<br> | ||
So spare your remorse all the way up to Calvary<br> | So spare your remorse all the way up to Calvary<br> | ||
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Before the gates are closed<br> | Before the gates are closed<br> | ||
But down in a location that we cannot disclose<br> | But down in a location that we cannot disclose<br> | ||
I'm turning the dial slowly through the Stations of the Cross<br> | |||
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''In An Undisclosed Location, Possibly New Orleans, 2005''<br> |
Latest revision as of 22:36, 18 August 2010
Stations Of The Cross
The tempest blows up from a squall
Past the Cape of Bad Conscience
Into the Gulf of the Cauldron
Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten
Exposing the roots like the dyed hair of slattern
Scrapper and mauler in a rope ring this small
Outside the wind is punching
There's no one left to hear it
No one hears the bell ring
Except the one who comes to fear it
And they continue to brawl
He's buying his way into heaven I suppose
He weeps at the blows
But down in a location that we cannot disclose
He turns the dial slowly
Through the Stations of the Cross
Crowd done up dandy
In diamonds and finery
Baying and howling
All bloodlusty calling
Fists like pistons
Faces like meat spoiling
Haul, boys, haul, bully-boys haul
Later that evening
Molly and her gunman
Go down the stairs to a dive like a dungeon
Meanwhile in the backroom there's a girl like a sponge
Saying, "Bring him in long as a constable's truncheon"
The gunman wants Molly to kingdom come
Then blows them all to the hereafter
Who's scuttling away now and hidden from our view?
Who tightened the tourniquet, turning her blue?
They're hurling themselves into heaven I suppose
Before the gates are closed
But down in a location that we cannot disclose
They'll turn the dial slowly through the Stations of the Cross
The gale of hale laughter
Scales up the ivory
The black keys of her fine whine descend into the minor
Die away breathless
Diminishing behind her
Haul boys haul, bully-boys haul
The water came up to the eaves
You'd think someone had opened a valve
It's too soon to stay now and too late to leave
So spare your remorse all the way up to Calvary
They're hurling themselves into heaven I suppose
Before the gates are closed
But down in a location that we cannot disclose
I'm turning the dial slowly through the Stations of the Cross
In An Undisclosed Location, Possibly New Orleans, 2005