Songs in the Key of X Lyrics

Nick Cave and the Dirty Three – Time Jesum Transeumtum Et Non Rivertentum
(Written by Nick Cave, Mick Turner, Warren Ellis, Jim White)

We were called to the forest... when we went down,
A wind blew warm and eloquent,
We were searching for the secrets of the universe...
and we rounded up demons,
and forced them to tell us what it all meant.
We tied them to trees, and broken them down one by one,
and on a scrap of paper, they wrote these words...
and as we read them, the sun broke through the trees...
"Dread the passage of Jesus, for he will not return."

Then we headed back to our world, and left the forest behind,
Our hearts singing with all the knowledge of love,
Then somewhere, somehow, we lost the message along the way...
And when we got home, we bought ourselves a house,
and we bought a car that we did not use...
and we bought a cage with two singing birds...
And at night, we'd sit and listen to the canary's song.
For we both run right out of words...
Now the stars, they are all angled wrong...
And the sun and the moon refuse to burn,
But I remember a message in a demon's hand,
Dread the passage of Jesus, for he does not return...

...he does not return...
...he does not return...

Soul Coughing – Unmarked Helicopters
(Soul Coughing) Published by Our Pal Dolores/ WB Music Corp ASCAP

Whose song is that remembered?
At randon, Surpenting
Through fatty coils emerging
Some other thought it's thinking
The light stands above the
houses on the ground
This illumination,
Visited upon the whole land

Unmarked Helicopters, Hovering
The Lord is coming soon

Here comes the super copter,
Here comes the noise it makes,
The Demon was an idea,
The Demon is awake,
Well scratch mark traced across the
surface of your mind
This hour, now upon us,
This hour, now arrived

Unmarked Helicopters, hovering
The Lord is coming soon
Unmarked Helicopters, hovering
They said it was a weather balloon

But I know the truth,
I know the whole shebang,
I know the names of men they had to hang,
I let her out the trunk,
Heard what she said to them
They've come to drag her through the double M,

It goes black, black, black, black, and blacker...

Unmarked helicopters, hovering,
The Lord is coming soon,
Unmarked Helicopters, hovering
They said it was a weather balloon,

Sheryl Crow – On The Outside
(Sheryl Crow / Jeff Trott) Old Crow Music/ Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. / Rambling Blah Music / Third Stone from the Sun Music. All Rights on behalf of Old Crow Music / Rambling Blah Music and Third Stone from the Sun Music. Administered by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. BMI

I stood close enough to hear you say,
"do as the beautiful ones do"
Tore up my picture from its frame,
I just wanted to be one of you

Standing on the outside, looking,
Funny how you see the truth,
But the feeling does come back to you

She's crazy as anyone can be,
That's what they say, they say of me,
Wanting love can make one do,
It isn't my fault, heredity

Standing on the outside, looking,
State of grace, state of sin,
Standing on the outside, looking,
I cannot feel a single thing,
But the feeling does come back again.

This morning feels like yesterday,
and yesterday follows me around,
Where do you go when no one cares?
Six feet under, underground

Standing on the outside, Looking,
State of grace, state of sin,
Standing on the outside, Looking,
I cannot feel a single thing,
But the feeling will come back again

Foo Fighters – Down In The Park
(Gary Numan) Beggars Banquet PRS / Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. BMI

Down in the park where the markmen
meet the machines and play kill-by-numbers,
Down in the park with a friend called five,
I was in a car crash, or was it the war,
But I've never been quite the same,
Little white lies like "I was there".

Come to Tom-Tom's, a place to eat,
like it was built in one day,
You can watch the humans trying to run,
Oh, look there's a rape machine,
I'd go outside if they'd look the other way,
You wouldn't believe the things they do.

Down in the park where the chant is –
"death, death, death" till the sun cries morning,
Down in the park with friends of mine,
We are not lovers, we are not romantics,
We are here to serve,
A different face, but the words never change.

William S. Burroughs & R.E.M. – Star Me Kitten
(Michael Stipe / Peter Buck / Mike Mills / Bill Berry) Night Garden Music Administered in this world, among others, by Unichappell Music, Inc. BMI

He's got three for the price of one.
Nothing's free but guaranteed for a lifetime's use.
I've changed the locks
and you can't have one.

You, you know the other two.
The brakes have worn so thin that you could hear;
I hear them screaming through the door from our driveway.

Hey love, look into your glove-box heart.
What is there for me inside? This love is tired.
I've changed the locks. Have I misplaced you?

Have we lost our minds?
Will this never end?
It could depend on your take.

You. Me. We used to be on fire.
If keys are all that stand between,
Can I throw in the ring?
No gasoline, Just fuck me kitten.

You are wild, and I'm in your possession.
Nothing's free so fuck me kitten

I'm in your possession
So, fuck me kitten

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Red Right Hand
(Words: Nick Cave, Music: Harvey/ Wyder/Cave)
Mute songs administered by Windswept Pacific Entertainment Co. PRS

Take a little walk to the edge of town,
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom,
As it shifts and cracks,
Where secrets lie in the boarder fires,
in the humming wires,
Hey man, you know you're never coming back,
Past the square, past the bridge,
Past the mills, past the stacks,
On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man,
In a dusty black coat with a red right hand.

He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy,
He'll rekindle all the dreams,
it took you a lifetime to destroy,
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul,
But there won't be a single thing
that you can do,
he's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru,
They're whispering his name
through this disappearing land,
But hidden in his coat is a red right hand.

You don't got no money?
He'll get you some,
You don't got no car?
He'll get you one,
You don't have no self respect,
you feel like an insect,
Well, don't you worry buddy
cause here he comes,
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slums,
A shadow is cast wherever he stands,
Stacks of green paper in his red right hand.

You'll see him in your nightmares,
You'll see him in your dreams,
He'll appear out of nowhere, but
he ain't what he seems,
You’ll see him in your head,
on the T.V. Screen,
And hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off,
well he's a ghost, he's a god,
he's a man, he's a guru,
You’re one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan,
Designed and directed by his red right hand.

Filter – Thanks Bro
(Music: Filter, Lyrics: Richard Patrick)
EMI Blackwood Music/ Buddy Doiwer Publishing BMI

You're taking the chance now, I took mine,
You've got something to think about,
I don't have the time,
You left me hanging there, out on the line,
You've got all those other things,
I've just got this one thing,

Thanks a lot, way to go, bro

But now that I've said this,
which I'll probably regret,
Now that I've blown this in your face,
do I have a case?
You left me out nowhere, I'm out of time
you've got all those other things,
I’ve just got this one thing,

Thanks a lot, way to go, bro.

Frank Black – Man of Steel
(Frank Black) Spime Songs BMI

Under the stars each night,
I wonder do stairs go there?
I'm lonely driving behind the wheel,
Can't get no where,
I can't seem to get it right,

I’m only just a man of Steel.

...Is there a place?

And under the stars tonight,
I wonder if someone cares.
I'm lonely, that's the way I feel,
Can't feel no stairs,
I've gotten a real ad-heist,

I'm only just a man of steel.

There is a place...

Meat Puppets – Unexplained
(Curt Kirkwood) Meat Puppets Music

They are not stars,
burning at the sky at night,
No, no they’re candles,
in astro-flight.
They are not men,
walking on the streets below,
what they are really,
no one knows.

They are not stars,
They are not human,
I don’t know the reason why.
A firefly is not a candle,
not a flower in my eye,
And so, a rose is not a rose,
by that or any other name,
Things remain...
Unexlpained.

I am a tree,
dancing on the ocean floor,
The air is water,
on desert shores.
There is a face,
Hanging on the salty moon,
Trees singing,
this silent tune.

Danzig – Deep
(Glenn Danzig) Evilive Music ASCAP

Into your soul, down you must go,
hope is not my name, free your soul,
here among the lies, you realize,
Pain is not the same, free your soul.

I'm on take, sex from love,
I'm on take, human bone,
I'm on break, you alone,
free your soul.

Deep in your eyes, down you will slide,
there it resides, in your soul
Deep, down you go, then you will know
love is not my name, Damn your soul.

I'm on take, sex from love,
I'm on take, human bone,
I'm on break, you alone,
free your soul.

Screamin’ Jay Hawkins – Frenzy
(D. Hess/ A. Stevenson) Goodbar Music BMI

Frenzy!!

Dig this crazy mood I'm in,
Listen to my heart as it starts to spin,
Whish, when you kiss me, and do it again,
I'm in a frenzy!!

Watch my eyes, when you light them up, Bling,
Listen to me whine,
like a harpsichord,
When you touch me, I warm right up,
I'm in a Frenzy!!

This love gushes from my heart,
like a water from a sprout,
You build a flame from a tiny spark,
You can really knock me out, Yeah!

Ease my mind with your really cool lines,
Daddy, fill my soul with love divine,
When you say your mine, all mine,
I'm in a Frenzy!!

Elvis Costello with Brian Eno – My Dark Life
(Elvis Costello) Plangent Visions Music Inc, ASCAP

She says nobody wants to believe,
you're the same as everyone,
What makes me unique?
My Dark Life.

There was a kink in the world,
sent that statue tumbling,
an invitation east.
So we could watch it all crumbling,

She came on, like a light,
and so softly she spoke.
'You don't know, you don't know about
my dark life.'

And you think you're a guest,
but you're a tourist at best.
Peering into the corners of
My dark life.

Now that you tear your dreams,
from consulted ballerinas,
She'll stand on tip-toe for you,
in her gray and tattered tutu,
She stays where she is,
'cause of voyeurs like these,
with an accusative look that says,
'my dark life'

Robber men await you there,
each beguiling alley,
To shake you and to pierce you,
and remind you of
my dark life.

Into the pie easily,
in their preening finery,
and bang their tambourine,
They're dining on rice paper scenery.
See how the villain attracts,
envious glances from everyone.
She's waitressing by day.
It doesn't bring in much money now.

And the strong concealed arms,
set off bells and alarms,
in the strangest locations of
my dark life.

But the fantasy slipped,
as he tipped her in cigarettes,
She tries to smile very graciously,
when she wants to kill him.
Now the victory is sweet,
you get down on your knees.
It's the perfect position for
Kissing west and other.

So they came from ugly Texas,
and from nameless Tennessee,
From peculiar Missouri,
and from places closer to me.
All the green of hauntless sinners,
cheer the carnival is over.
The remnants of an army bandmen's played,
America, the beautiful.

Rob Zombie and Alice Cooper – Hands of Death (Burn Baby Burn)
(Words: Rob Zombie, Music: Rob Zombie, Charlie Clauser)
Warner Chappell Music Publishing Inc. ASCAP

Sadistic wicked one, (Sadistic wicked one)
Still the mortal sting, (Still the mortal sting)
I am the only one, (I am the only one)
A Dark and Dreary thing, (a dark and dreary thing)

And the blood washes,
Across the crucified,
Yeah, so few are chosen,
And they do not die.

I am the whore of fire, (I am the whore of fire)
I see through sulfur eyes, (I see through sulfur eyes)
I'm burning in denial, (I'm burning in denial)
I chill myself alive, (I chill myself alive)

And the blood washes,
Across the crucified,
Yeah, so few are chosen,
And they do not die.

In the hands of death (burn baby burn)

DEAD!!!

I creep and crawl inside, (I creep and crawl inside)
Into the heart of cold, (into the heart of cold)
So dead and paralyzed, (so dead and paralyzed)
A virgin of the soul, (virgin of the soul)

And the blood washes...

In the hands of death (burn baby burn)

P.M. Dawn – If You Never Say Goodbye
(A Cordes/ D Was/ C. Carter)
MCA Music Publishing, a division of MCA Inc / Microdot Songs, administered by EMI Music Publishing, ASCAP

Legs of a god, head of a man,
Eyes on the camera, shaking everyone's hands,
Vultures circle, and smack their lips,
The sky goes black, as the lightening rips.
The stars are new, Moon without pity,
as waves of blood, roll over the city,
It's not a rehearsal, or special effects,
It's the end of a story, it's what happens next.

If I say, (if I say)
it's coming any second,
If I say, (if I say)
in the blink of an eye,
If I say, (if I say)
if I beg and whimper,
And I say it's okay,
if you never say goodbye.

Son of a child, song of a beast,
As it slouches and slithers, it's waiting for the feast,
I dreamt a dream, but what can it mean?
Angels in love, devoured the queen,
All the people danced; tore at their clothes,
The shy was afire, and the oceans froze,
It wasn't a fable, it wasn’t a hoax,
The seventeen devils, speaking of jokes,

If I say, (if I say)
it's coming any second,
If I say, (if I say)
in the blink of an eye,
If I say, (if I say)
if I beg and whimper,
And I say it's okay,
if you never say goodbye.

I saw a chapel, Lain of God,
The light was so blue, and the air was so cold,
Sounds of home, on a microphone,
as the last kept rhythm, of chicken bone,
People wept, and swallowed their jewels,
Enter like soldiers, departing as fools,
It isn't an incentive, it’s not a reward,
It's a black parachute, with a noose for a cord.

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