The Disruption (1996)



1.   A Disruption In The Normal Swing Of Things
2.   There's A Coldest Day In Every Year
3.   The Knowledgeable Hasbeens
4.   A Disruption In Our Lines Of Influence

"A Disruption In The Normal Swing Of Things"
 
The days are spent
Chatting amongst the workers
Of how cold it is outside
Not to mention their greatest fears
Like finding their children neglected and naked
In bed with some crack fiends, like a substitute for love

And no one notices,
Something disrupting the normal swing of things.
These hands are shaking
They’ve lost all trust in me
Regrets regrets
This memory has weakened
Now I recall everything
What’s with all the commotion?
I swear there’s nothing to see here.
You didn’t see it coming,
Already

This is the part where the ambulance comes.
There’s a dead man in the street;
We gotta take him to the morgue.
He can’t be here;
He’s been blocking traffic for hours.
We can’t find him help, his will.
Something’s disrupting the normal swing of things.
This institution will run efficiently.

Standard regrets
Send the misses our regards.
Sign it "deepest sympathies"
Sympathies: some patronage for the weak.

I swallowed some musk
And now I’m choking it up.
I refuse to say they won;
I win, the poisons in this drum,
In my head, On my head
All those phonies at heart
I've wrote this down a thousand times,
I think it's really dark
I don’t need this
This just walked in
Break it down [x9]
I don’t need this sympathy.
I don’t need this.

"There's A Coldest Day In Every Year"
 
Hey, are you sleeping?
We've got nothing better to do
Than just lay here, together
Let it pass...
It wasn't so hard to destroy
Now it's not so easy to forget
And it's so cold in here
Are you awake?

"The Knowledgeable Hasbeens"
 
Knock the wind the wind right out
Knock it off
I can't breathe
Could I sing another line?
I think my knees are getting weak
And yes, these knees are weak
But who would believe in a hypocrite who sells himself
Who's your scapegoat now?
Well, it's a million to one, but I think I got the part
Trampled through the grind
I wouldn't extend my disgust
But there's no one here except you
I don't see the point
In carrying on
We could make the best
Out of nothing
Who's your scapegoat now?
Who's your scapegoat?
Who's your scapegoat now?
Well, it's a million to one, but I think I got the part
Trampled through the grind
I would sustain this contempt, but I'd be wasting time again
Hey, it's all I've got
Please leave the confessions
I could find a job
Waiting tables
Or something

"A Disruption In Our Lines Of Influence"
 
After the fool of the rat race is gone
Who is going to be there to turn you on?
Some believe in a god
Made of corrugated steel

Disconnected
Assembly lines of communication
Reactions
Are fueled by the example of isolation

How can you escape
The constructs you've made?
How do you erase
The influence gained?
A man can only be as real
As the ones who produced him

Disconnected
Assembly lines of communication
Reactions
Are fueled by the example of isolation

Deprivation
The opposites of freedom
I'm confused by what they mean
But they've seen the same things

This is the part where
The ambulance comes
I'll play the dead man

Disruptions
Confusion just seeps into aggravation
Influence has written this song
I wish I could write one
Just some sad song

Such Blinding Stars For Starving Eyes (1997)



1.   After The Movies
2.   Downhill Racers
3.   Ceilings Crack
4.   The Dirt Of The Vineyard
5.   Target Group
6.   Eight Light Minutes
7.   Vermont
8.   Dedication To Desertion
9.   Warped The Wood Floors
10.   Retirement
11.   The Farewell Party

"After The Movies"
 
After the movies
In the parking lot
We stared so long
And you kissed me
With ripe young breath
So I kissed you
One night as forever

In the movies
Well, they never had it so good
One moment
So infinite
On soft wet lips

And I miss you
Are you glad I'm finally gone?
I'm so sorry to hear that
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry

Have I hurt you?
I have hurt myself
These sad songs won't change anything

Love as fragile as a wineglass
It should have been forever
Love as fragile as a wineglass
It couldn't last forever
I'm so sorry
It couldn't last forever

I remember how we kissed
One night as forever

"Downhill Racers"
 
Hold your breath, dear
This ship is going down
We're all downhill
Running with our timebombs
These shins are cracked and splintered
These lips are crusted shut
These squinting eyes just sting me
These veins are drying me up

All my limbs
They're just tools
We're all stilted vechiles
These joints rust
These pores leak
Time gets selfish
Time is SPEED

The sweetest dreams... have murdered me. They murdered me. They murdered me.

Like the fear of unskilled labor in the nuclear family
It's the nightmare of digression that engulfs a history

All my limbs
They're just tools
Duplicated, mass produced
Running down
Losing speed
Time escapes us
Timing's everything.
Everything.

Everything... This is the tic in the heart
Everything... This is the beating of the clock
Everything... This is an absent blood clot
Everything... These are the seconds that I've lost
Everything... This is the slow-rush hour
Everything's so rushed (This is the slow-rush... hour)
Everything... This is the slow rush.

"Ceilings Crack"
 
Passed out in your yard
My clothes were soaking in the morning rain
My head's just a bruise, like walking in a coma
Like a battered drone
All my limbs are numb

I've been driving past your house
Been pounding at your door
I know I'm just a peon to you
But I deserve more
Than arrogance
Condolences
My hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts scattered over your lawn
And the morning dew... kissed them

Drunk on Bastille Day
Throwing pennies at the broken birds
Scribbling plans on napkins
A sketch of broken angel wings under your bed
My bandages

Stumbled over to your house
I'll sneak in the back door
I know I've been an asshole to you, but that was before
The argument, the accident
Well, I've heard it's just a matter of time before the hour is spent
And my hour is spent
I can't afford it this time
I can't afford this time
I can't afford this time
I can't afford it...

The hour has come for retribution
I'm storming the walls down
I'm storming the walls down
The hour has come for retribution
I'm storming the walls down
I'm storming the walls down
Before this night's done, the wounds will be gone
I'm storming the walls down
I'm storming the walls down

"The Dirt Of The Vineyard"
 
Less talk, more dancing
If we could push off the sick conversation one more night
I surely would
My shoes have gathered the dust of the vineyard
Have I soiled your gown?
There's soil on your gown, like sangria
Cleanses the heart
Our clogged hearts are choking on the grime
As the big band waltzes on
Your stranded eyes whisper...

"The dirt is out.
I can smell her on your velvet hands."
The dirt is out --
are we stuck in the motions again?

Oh, but was it sweet
In the vineyard
Sangria, won't you bless
The starving lips
Such virgin lips
Would choke on all this grime
I've found some dirt under my nails
I'll scratch and bite until...

The dirt is out
but sangria burns under my skin
The dirt is out --
I thought I'd never wash these hands again

Under my skin....