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I can’t be trusted with your money
Look what I did
Every time that you gave it to me
I can’t be trusted with your secrets
Look what I did
Every time that you gave them to me
Oh you can trust me with your sorrow
And you can trust me with your pain
And I will bury the deep down
We’ll never speak of them again
We’ll never speak of them again
I can’t be trusted with your loving
Look what I did
Every time that you gave it to me
We sing on pain and the untrained heart
The cherub in flight and the poison dart
Position our players with headlights on highlights
In back rooms with low-lifes
As angels are pole dancing
Of course the table is rigged for the house
But we play anyway, anyhow, anywhere
We’re all in to win, but the beauty’s in losing
Another knight (or night - listener can choose) falls in the Love Coliseum
And oh, you can trust me with your sorrow
And oh, you can trust me with your pain
And we will bury them deep down
We’ll never speak of them again
We’ll never speak of them again
I can’t be trusted with your money
Look what I did
Every time that you gave it to me
Look what I did
Every time that you gave it to me
Look what I did
Every time that you gave it to me
Look what I did
Every time that you gave it to me
We got dead television pyres
Scraping up to the sky
Monuments to our ingenuity
We got our mojo working
We got kerosene working
Behold the fruits of our industry
Behold the crystal night
Become the crystal day
Behold! The sidewalks are glistening
Flames rising
The law hides in fear
Cars burning
Mob surging near
It’s warm by the fire
It’s warmer by the fire
We got shopping carts filled
With Chanel and Dior
In keeping with the new order
We took control of the precinct
The whole of the precinct
In Gucci loafers and Prada
As we Segway through these smoking avenues
We are where it’s at
It’s a gas, gas, gas, gas
Flames rising
The law hides in fear
Cars burning
Mob surging near
It’s warm by the fire
It’s warmer by the fire
Oh, LA
There will be no respite
For the city of angels
No escape from the chill of the ice
But it’s warm by the fire
It’s warmer by the fire
This is the script I’m not writing
This is scene I’m not in
This is the part I’m not reading
This is the pool I’m not in
These are the cards I’m not holding
This is the state I’m not in
This is the role I’m not playing
This is not who I am
Oh, LA
There will be no respite
For the city of angels
No escape from the chill of the ice
But it’s warm by the fire
It’s warmer by the fire
By the flames
I hear the leaf
Fall
I hear the stars
I hear them all
Down
Deep down beneath
I hear Leviticus
And Deuteronomy
As I do nothing
I hear the white
Light
I hear the dark
I hear the night
Now
When I would sleep
I hear The Silent Age
Calling to me
And I hear the sun
Raging into the night
I hear every one
Raging into the night
I can hear everything
I hear the time
Crawl
I hear the days
I hear them all
Now
When I would sleep
I hear this corrosion
I hear this heat
And I hear the sun
Raging above of the sea
I hear the waves
I hear every frequency
I can hear everything
I can hear everything
I can hear everything
I know that I’m not doing great
But you’re almost translucent
You’ve taken it all too far and it was beautiful
The spirit in your swimming pool
Man, she’s got it in for you
Cherry might just drive on by
Next time you’re turning blue
We’ll move to Berlin
Stop being drug addicts
We’ll cycle and swim
Stop being drug addicts
We’ll rent an efficiency
You’ll take the serious guise
I’ll be the idiot
We’ll cycle to the studio
In our jeans and our leg-warmers
We’ll cycle to the discoteque
Then we’ll cycle home
LA is so 1975
We’ve got to get out - how are we still alive?
No more limousines
No more endless white nights
We’ll move to Berlin
Stop being drug addicts
We’ll cycle and swim
Stop being drug addicts
We’ll enter society
You’ll take the serious guise
I’ll be the idiot
We’ll find a better speed of life
In the cafes and the galleries
Just a pair of modern guys
Escaping history
We’ll move to Berlin
Stop being drug addicts
We’ll cycle and swim
Stop being drug addicts
We’ll rent an efficiency
You’ll take the serious guise
I’ll be the idiot
LA is so 1975
We’ve got to get out - how are we still alive?
No more limousines
No more endless white lines
How are we still alive?
How are we still alive?
How are we still alive?
Every day the same as every day before
Every port the same in every storm
Every love as lovely as the love before
Every teardrop’s ripple - perfect form
Every second longer than the one before
Every heartbeat later than the last
The moment for this motion is still yet to come
The minutes of this meeting - in the past
And when the hour is right
And then the day is perfect…
All it takes is one moment of perfect clarity
All it takes is one moment of perfect clarity
All it takes is one moment of perfect clarity
All it takes is one moment of perfect clarity
And I’m over
And I’m out
And I’m over
And I’m out
And I’m running through the trees
Like a juju priest
Breaking through the clouds
Like an X-15
The chorus are nearing
They’re coming for me
Calling to me
You are here now
You can’t believe it
It can’t be possible
But it’s happening now
Your skin gossamer thin
The light passes through
No more out of you
Your eyes, dug deeper in your brow
Look only inward now
And your glory
With each passing storey
The more glorious
The elevator stops at P
You walk with the maitre d’
Through the inevitable hush
Until you’re cornered
In the best of all possible corners
The photo-op is enormous
As you gaze out
Through the window
Of The Windows On The World
Your style
Chiseled and bold
Wide-angle prose
The pages could barely contain you
Now, lo - the horizon is drawing in
Enemies are circling
And your game face
Is the same face
Only more
More of what you are
More of what you are
More of what you are
More of what you are
Your niche
Your final retreat
Ultimate distillation
Of an opening gambit
“And now, when I’m done with being
I’ll try my hand at nothing”
As you gaze out
Through the window
Of The Windows On The World
We tired of the mountain
The valley and stream
We’d heard of your cities
And your hot children
We danced to your disco
And your boogaloo
Ah ooh
We came to be near you
But you’re frightened, we see
We stalk on the borders of your decency
We wait for your bitches
We know they will come
Ah ooh
We tire of the abstract
We long for concrete
This Gothic architecture
This brutality
Your jails and slaughterhouses
Your democracy
Ah ooh
You worship false idols
You love the deceased
You cower before tyrants
You spread the disease
You lack imagination
You lack imagination
Ah ooh
