Behold ye   
This is what I myself have made
Tricks and copy
Cheap fluorescent
Wonders of my hand 
 
My body
Moon and gravitation  
Flame and constellation
I give myself to thee
Tower of seclusion
There is no eluding

O, great flood of mercury
O, great flood of mercury
All in all is all we’ll ever be

I carry
The rage of my momentum
Will be my sacramentum
This mine eyes have seen
May we all arise now
And we are everywhere 

O great flood of mercury
O, great flood of memory
O, great flood of mystery
All in all is all we’ll ever be

Behold ye
This is what I myself have made

Mercury

“The Angel of Long Island”

Just a little peace and love
That’s probably all we need
But I’m not ready yet to call it a solution
The hand is fitted to the glove
it’s ripping at the seams
But i guess that’s the price of Christian absolution

When I was born in eighty-four
The angel of Long Island 
Offered me the substance of salvation
Because the hand won’t fit the glove
You gotta make a little bit of peace and love
That at least was my interpretation

If love is
Then love is
And love is real
If love is
Then love is
And love is real

I guess the dramaturge is set
To set the stage for best effect
But even if it’s oh-so critically acclaimed
Maybe there’s just air above and
Ours alone is peace and love
And everything both sacred and profane

If love is
Then love is
And love is real
If love is
Then love is
And love is real

If love is
Then love is
And love is real
If love is     
Then love is
And love is real

I won’t see you in heaven
I won’t see you in hell
Because if there’s no heaven
There’s no fucking thing as hell
We won’t live forever
Well, in a way I guess we will,
The only point of these endeavors is
To fill the world with heaven
And be still

Just a little peace and love
That’s probably all we need
But I’m not ready yet to say that’s a solution
The hand’s not fitted to the glove
The seams all ripping open
But I guess that’s the price of Christian absolution

The Angel of Long Island

Well, I was barely just a girl
Wishing on a shooting star      
I couldve had a castle
Could have had a Cadillac car
      
Do or don’t I’m damned if I gotta be a man
So rip the stitches out and ope’ the scar
So I lit a little fire as the summoning required
And I made my case to Lucifer

My soul belongs to satan
But my heart
Belongs
To the electric guitar (2x)

He said 
“Nothin happens till it happens if it happens at all
If youre wishing on a shooting star – Girl!
Ya gotta steal that fire
Gotta steal that cadillac car”

I said
“Do or don’t I’m damned” as his hand did command me
To follow to the lavatoire
And when he’d had his fun 
          it was finally done
Girl, I could play just like a superstar

My soul belongs to satan
But my heart
Belongs
To the electric guitar (2x)

Now the thing is there’s a trick to kicking Old Nick
If you wanna bid him au revoir
There’s nothing in his eyes but lies in disguise
Nothing in hands at all

All Nicky’s got is the stink of the rot
Cuz he’s just another fallen star
So I took what I desired, the six-string choir
Now I’ve got a fuckin sick guitar!

My Soul Belongs To Satan, But My Heart Belongs To The Electric Guitar

When you grow up
Livin' like a good boy oughta
And your mama
Takes a shine to her best son
Something different
All the girls they seem to like you
Cause you're handsome
Like to talk and a whole lot of fun

But now your girl's gone a missin'
And your house has got an empty bed
The folks'll wonder 'bout the wedding
They won't listen to a word you said

[Chorus]
Gonna take your mama out all night
Yeah we'll show her what it's all about
We'll get her jacked up on some cheap champagne
We'll let the good times all roll out
And if the music ain't good, well it's just too bad
We're gonna sing along no matter what
Because the dancers don't mind at the New Orleans
If you tip 'em and they make a cut

Do it
Take your mama out all night
So she'll have no doubt
That we're doing oh the best we can
We're gonna do it
Take your mama out all night
You can stay up late
'cause baby you're a full grown man

It's a struggle
Livin' like a good boy oughta
In the summer
Watchin' all the girls pass by
When your mama
Heard the way that you'd been talking
I tried to tell you
That all she'd wanna do is cry

Now we end up takin' the long way home
Lookin' overdressed wearin' buckets of stale cologne
It's so hard to see streets on a country road
When your glasses in the garbage
And your Continental's just been towed

Do it
Take your mama out all night
So she'll have no doubt
That we're doing oh the best we can
We're gonna do it
Take your mama out all night
You can stay up late
'cause baby you're a full grown man

Take Your Mama (Bonus Track)

Maybe Someday (Demo)

Zombie (Demo Temp Vox)

“You Can’t Keep A Good Man Down”

Damn! I bet that you’re surprised
To meet this vision starry-eyed
But don’t you know by now that I’m a keeper

Don’t you get all weak in the knees
Leash your deepening unease
Cuz babes you know by now that you’re believers

I been round the bend and back
I’ve jacked the fact of my attack
And twisted it to make myself a creature

So come on up and we’ll descend
And raise a glass to absent friends
But I promise you that we’ll be going deeper

I’m the star-man!
I’m the killer queen!
I’m the Tarzan high on dust and nicotine!
I’m the lion!
I’m the lioness!
Don’t be frightened of this neon Priapus!

Feareth not, if ye be just
It’s just a chance to sate your lust
You must have realized I’m no Beaver Cleaver

Nothing risked means nothing gained
Here at last in my domain
You’ll be both the saint and the deceiver

Relax! You’ll learn to love the sounds
And in my disco dance and drown
You’ve tried the narrow path, so try the fever!

Give it up for rock’n’roll
Your precious and eternal soul
I’ll make of you the dream but not the dreamer

I’m the star-man!
I’m the killer queen!
I’m your classic Tarzan high on dust and nicotine!
I’m the liar!
I’m the scream!
And anyway, i’m nothing less than just what I seem    

I won’t stand for sullen frowns
You just can’t keep a good man down
And mine’s a true and virtuous demeanor

Listen close, for now I deign
To condescend to give my name
Your blesséd and indecorous redeemer

I’m the star-man!
I’m the killer queen!
I’m your classic Tarzan high on dust and nicotine!
I’m the promise!
I’m the Queen!
And anyway, I’m just exactly what I seem

I’m the star-man!
I’m the killer queen!
I’m the new Flash Gordon if you haven’t caught my theme
I’m the rocket!
I’m the machine!
There’s nothing left at all of anyone but me

Daisy & Jane

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