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STRANGE PART OF THE COUNTRY
1. Strange Part Of The Country
2. Years Between
3. Stoned
4. Bonediggers
5. Time Settles
6. Dog Meat Stew
7. Grapevine
8. Distances From Here
9. History Of The Best And Worst Of Us
10. After The Hole
The night falls I have no past
Seventeen lady-boys on heat
Are beating up small change Europeans
Someone gets drugged by three old ladies
This is a strange part of the country
This is a strange part of the world
This is a strange part of the country
But we are not welcome
We are not welcome
Twenty three hostess girls and me
The edge of the roads turn into decades rubbing against me
Time to go home
Time is not enough
And I have seen down the ways of time and I feel them coming through me in waves
My life, like a shadow in the sunlight, just passing over all the days and the years between
The long way and the journey into night and day and when it’s over our days are lost into real life
Breathe in the years
Time greeting me
And how all these things have me weighed down when I have seen far away?
And what about when I get old?
And what about now?
If you have any money I’ll buy you a drink
But I never go outside except to be sick
I never did any of the things I did
I wanna go outside but I’ll fall off the pavement
I wanna keep the past and the future in the same place
I think I’ll get stoned, stoned, stoned
I never say anything unless I’m paid
And in the beginning there was everything
But this is a myth
I’m illiterate to its languages
As this is a myth
What does this matter?
Fascist defeat
Altering our past each time we meet
He looks like one of them
But talks like me
Origin of cities starts to breath
And we’re failing daily
Most of what matters happens in our sleep
He will kill himself
Then he’ll kill me
Fearing all our friends like enemies
And we’re failing, daily
All we talk like we’d do it differently
But we are bonediggers
And these urban remains start breeding
When we’re in pursuit of uncertain endings
And we’re failing daily
Most of what matters happens in our sleep
And the decision made a hole, a vacancy in a vital inner chamber in my bones
This is what finally separated me from all my friends for whom I became skeletal
Time settles over me
And all the places I visit became the same inside world that I thought I was in
And like a fly scribbling the air, I know neither the place nor what the hour is
And I far off inside was old
And now the years are closing in, each minute the last minute and following me
I just drank three bottles of the best excuse on the planet
Going back to Camberwell to sign on and then shop lift
Lost my dog after I smoked something I knew I shouldn’t have
Days that followed followed me and I was following the days
Neighbours said thought we were dead, we only slept one hour a night
Working jobs that we both hate to buy some shit we don’t need
Dog meat stew from Mexicans who dig in trash cans for breakfast
Burglar alarms are disconnected when they want insurance
They saw you with her
They saw you with a girl
I knew her before the thing, I never knew her after
Don’t like too much noise and I don’t really like the weather
Changed my name to John Coltrane ‘cos no one took my phone calls
Best times are always the ones that you just walked away from
Live inside a fire
Denying denial
Everything’s gone quiet
Someone said go get a gun for interruption
Pioneers don’t matter
Pavement cast the ballot
Sanity is shallow
Ageing form the barrel of the grapevine not the gun
And if you really wanna leave where do you go?
Aborted people on the street all over the world
And we’re all in the world
No matter where you’re from
Time for life to settle
Skull is just a barrel
Sanity is shallow
Trying to reunite myself with an earlier self
Cremating your talent
Circumcised by travel
In a black Mariah
Ageing from the barrel of the grapevine not the gun
Old years repeating on me
It’s all weird
The distances from here
Are crashing into tomorrow
An empty bottle can’t forget me
Strange views coming out of the wall
It’s all weird
The distances from here
Even into tomorrow
It feels too long that I forget that
Here will soon be gone
But here
The distances exist
But only if you want them too
An empty bottle can’t forget me
HISTORY OF THE BEST AND WORST OF US
Cars, cabs, a dead transexual
The gravestone was the door to her room
The history of the best and worst of us ends up in rooms like this
Once she was a midnight doorway girl
The kind you only see at night
The history of the best and worst of us ends up with blood on its feet
And I find the whole of history inside of her eyes
Born in a Venice barber shop
That daylight will never see again
The history of the best and worst of us concerns what we don’t see
All I seen is what I thought I would have seen
At the end all I found were other ends
On the screech of the city brakes I heard your name
Feel as though I’m living in a recurrent dream
