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LYRICS FROM 'WAITING...' |
| [all lyrics C. 1992-2003; written by christopher glandorf] | |
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mirror lake |
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oo2
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this heavenly dream |
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oo3
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perfect [hey now] |
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oo4
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on a tuesday |
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oo5
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winter of discontent |
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oo6
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sunny weather, top down |
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oo7
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silent farewell |
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oo8
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don't kill yourself over fiction |
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oo9
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girlstown |
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o1o
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wreck [14th] |
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o11
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closing |
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OTHER LYRICS |
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oo1 |
having a breakdown |
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oo2
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slowdown |
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oo3 |
modern atlantis |
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oo4
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alone in a car |
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| MIRROR LAKE | |
| Waiting… long before
the night, We strike out for redemption As the shimmer of the lake, it burns our eyes. While tattle-tale pines shield our back side We strike out for redemption, A mirror image in the lake of sky The wet wispy whip of your smile, I am never to know once more Waiting down in the
hold, desire breeds, 1993 |
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| THIS HEAVENLY DREAM | |
| Eye-beams under moon
and sky, I see you coming down, coming down the same. Fear and shame, such
rosy complications that wouldn’t dare stop you again. It’s the code of
conversation, your eyes; it’s the code of conversation, your thighs; it’s
the code communicated, your mouth leads and I open wide…
Can you believe that this heavenly dream can come true in the way that you talk, in the way that you breathe, and you move? In the way that you stop in the night and you photograph me? In the way that you slide and you’re shifting sub-lunar in June? Unseen undulation now you shiver; hold it now, catch it now, breathe in. Love and honor, weighty invocations that wouldn’t help save you again. It’s the code of conversation, your eyes; it’s the code communication, your thighs; it’s the code of the conversion, your mouth leads and I open wide… So, I’ll let you know...
2001
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| PERFECT [HEY NOW] | |
| You seemed so very far
when I called. Turn it down, turn me down again. You see the distance grow,
so far apart. Hit it now; hit me now again. Solitary, so pristine; yet wild,
the golden girl, the perfect prodigy’s child; if I were worthy, I’d kiss
your rings; tell another story as you fall asleep.
Hey now, look at you; the sky is down, all that you can offer me is this confusion? It’s over me and it’s over you as angels get a better view; this is our resolution? So, hey now, look at you, the sky is down, and we don’t know what’s going on. So always wander if you dare, but I wonder if you even care if it was all for nothing? But I could never dare touch a queen on a hill with sad eyes, sight chilled; who will never trust, never believe in anything, anything that I am meant to be…
2001
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| ON A TUESDAY | |
| Welcome here, where the
charlatans meet; study it well; take your seat. Nice to see you, so glad we
could talk; you’re far from average, from what we saw. Observe discretely,
hear what they say; speaking too much could give you away. We’ll wait for
you on the other side of nothing; the company’s plenty, which must mean
something…
So don’t even wonder if you’d care to stay long; they won’t even notice, anyhow… Careful, now, you’re so very close; what you reveal will cost the most. In the end, well it looks real clean, but a spot’s on the wall, there’s something in between the corners; on a Tuesday; when you’ll have had enough, decide you won’t stay. Wasting time on the back side of nothing; the company’s faithful, which must mean something… So don’t even wonder if you care to stay long; you won’t miss them, anyhow. 2001 |
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| WINTER OF DISCONTENT | |
| Winter of discontent,
almost over, what have you done to make me feel this way? Winter of
discontent; almost over; when will springtime come my way?
And you never wondered why that I could never say goodbye, and you never wondered why I believed in you… I remember distant days of summer, twisting as you danced, caught in the rain. Dreams that we dare conceive in August mean little on a cold December day. 1992 |
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| SUNNY WEATHER, TOP DOWN | |
| You miss your harlot
angel’s wide-eyed Scorpio stare. Well, I told you she’s nothing but danger,
that when she looks at you, she’ll never care. You know that you’re “fixed”
now, but she’ll have none of it. I guess that’s what happens when you lose
your mind. Speeding through the valley past the sulking river towns, you
asked her, “How are we?” and she said, “Sunny weather, top down.” She knows
that you’re “fixed” now, but she’ll take none of it. I guess that’s what
happens when she’s lost her mind…
But you rode in her black car, up to the highlands, down to the river dam, to where the cliffs meet the water. And you can never, never go there again… But she rode in your green car, up to the northlands, up to the lake’s edge, to where the birds meet the water. But you can never, ever go there again, not with Trina or Dorothy, or whatever you call her. Are you just a boring old fuck who’s heading for squalor? Are you really nothing but an “angsty young artist” with a future that’s hapless, potential regardless? And I’m sorry I bothered to waste your sweet time, and I’m sorry you couldn’t be bothered with mine…
18 nov 2001
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| SILENT FAREWELL | |
| Broken dream, your dark
car, waiting here alone; turn the key, drive away this dream you’ll never
know. Prosthetic heart, plastic sheen, sharpened in decline.
Code read but the secret stays, breathe less and slip away. Shut your mouth; don’t speak, brevity contains the truth; so don’t speak, I’ll mystify myself if I so choose… Fancy dreams, moonlight flash under your desire; this is how you know that you are waiting. Sliding slowly past the dream; dimming in decline. All we ever had were broken dreams, picture frames smashed
upon the mantle, dear. I’ll say it again; you’re waiting again… 1993,2001 |
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| DON'T KILL YOURSELF OVER FICTION | |
| this is empty space.
don't make a sound, they might just leave you alone. can they hear you now? clever minds and liberation don't mix well on all occasions; they're calling out, calling out again a great idea is
never what it seems; broken conversations, strange beliefs. don't kill
yourself over fiction- oh, won't you wake up? empty minded conversation never leads to instigation; they’re calling out, calling out again…
2003
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| GIRLSTOWN | |
| You stole my Walkman; I
should be walking away. Lip-gloss, sweet kisses, you’re candy, what can I
say? And it’s all for nothing, what do you know? ‘Cos you’re in Girl’s Town,
what do you know?
You say, “I’m stuck in here- my life is fading though I try, I’m writing down your name, I’m reeling in every way” If you were out in the street, I would make a big play. But you’re hemmed-in Girl’s Town, making it with Jenny and Faye. So it’s all for nothing, what do you know? ‘Cos you’re all in Girl’s Town, what do you know? Come out with me, oh Holly, just run away! Just walk out of Girl’s Town, a “bad girl” either way- ‘cos it’s all for nothing, what do you know? ‘Cos we’re all in Girl’s Town, what do you know? So come on, come on,
come on, come out with me 2002 |
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| WRECK [14th] | |
| You’ve put your mind to
the wall, I’ll tell you now, here you go, and I’ll tell you here we go! You
go in circles every day, forgotten numbers; sleep-in days; the pretty whore,
the whiplash face, now drink it all… You’re so wrecked; now, it’s all right now… You turn your mind to
me, yes, you do; 14 different ways, I’ll show you just what I can do, just
what I can do. We’ll go in circles over time; we’ll live in moments we can’t
find; we’ll spend it all; we’ll breathe at night, so turned around- Your mind is a wreck, don’t you know? Your mind is a wreck, my dear, you should even know. You live in circles, run in time; you’ve lost your money; you’ve lost your lines. They tell us things we ought to know, you know, I know- You’re so wrecked; now,
it’s all right now…
1997,2001
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| CLOSING | |
| closing time on the
main street; the doors are locked the windows dark. I will wait for you an
hour, or two; but you’re gone
crack in the wall hides a story; a closing on the way things need to be. all that time that I have felt this distant I declare a call for honour a call to leave this home they closed the door on you today; locked the side and put you down, but I will wait for you forver though I know that you’re gone crack in the wall hides a story; a closing on the way things need to be. all that time that I have felt this useless I declare a call for honour a call to leave this home I’m coming home…
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| HAVING A BREAKDOWN | |
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Having a breakdown never meant that much to me. Going for takedown when you have to play my sympathies, and I, I’ve never told you about the times that I have gone too far; and I, I’ve never told you about the things that I have in my car. See, I don’t know if I can trust you with my secrets or my time, and I don’t know how you’d react if you understood my life... Having a breakdown is a common fact for me. Living in slowdown when I long to live in ecstasy, and I, I’ve never told you about the dreams that I have every night, and I, I’ve never told you about the things that sometimes catch my eye... |
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| SLOWDOWN | |
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a little bit crazy,a little too proud,a little bit messy,a little too loud slowdown. a little bit angry, a little too coy, a little bit restless, a little annoyed slowdown. didn’t we have it all? didn’t we know the times were strange? we had everything to know… down in the basement, the look in your eyes. down in the basement, the look of suprise slowdown… |
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| MODERN ATLANTIS | |
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The islands beyond the sea have fallen to the bitter river, six miles beyond the sun, this circle of land, dear Babylon- and I, I'm going to leave you there, your golden smile, your golden hair to drown… I really love you now Modern Atlantis, I hear you calling me from the murky pall of blue from the bottom of the sea tonite. Modern Atlantis, the sea sweeps in to bury you, aqua and gabardine, purple, gold, and navy blue--and I, I'm going to leave you there beneath the sea waiting there to drown... I really love you now Modern Atlantis, I hear you calling me from the murky pall of blue from the bottom of the sea tonite. Over me and over you; the sea so strong, the sky so new. Over me and over you, the murky sway, a pall of blue... Farther on, a distant view as Neptune stands so close to you. As the revelry of ancient nights is smothered by the distant lights of bone dry and bonny lads from boulevards and traffic jams who drown... (how I really love you now)... |
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| ALONE IN A CAR | |
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Alone in a car, I said your name. It's 4 am and the lights are running low- alone in a car And all the dreamers say, “there’s nowhere left to go,” I hear you now… Alone in a car, a snow-bound crescent, so far from here. It's 6 am and there’s nothing left to know... Alone in a car |
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1993
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