The Drift
Album - 8 maggio 2006 - Debaser id 321476

"A moving aria
for a vanished
style of mind
A noble debut
tackling vertiginous
demands
Has absence ever
sounded so
eloquent
so sad
I doubt it?"
With an arm
across the
torso
face on
the nails
with an arm
across the
torso
face on
the pale
monkey
nails
"Touching the
shattered lives
it unearths
A nocturne
filled with
glorious ideas
A chilling
exploration
of erotic consumption"
With an arm
across the
torso
face on
the nails
with an arm
across the


torso
face on
the pale
monkey
nails
Cossacks are
charging in
charging into
fields of
white roses
Cossacks are
charging in
charging into
fields of
white roses
"That's a nice suit"
"That's a swanky suit"
"Been a pope like no other"
"I'm looking for a good cowboy"
"A rare outcry makes you lead a larger life"
"You could easily picture this in the current top ten"
"Medieval savagery
Calculated cruelty"
"It's hard to pick the worst moment"
Calculated cruelty"
"It's hard to pick the worst moment"
With an arm
across the
torso
face on
the nails
with an arm
across the
torso
face on
the pale
monkey
nails

Birds
Birds
This is not a cornhusk doll
Dipped in blood in the moonlight
Like what happen in America
This is us
Our eyesides snagged
Dipped in mob in the daylight
Like what happen in America
The breasts are still heavy
The legs long and straight
The upper lip remains short
The teeth are too small
The eyeside is green
The hair long and black
Still coming through
Still coming through
She knows this room
She can navigate it in the dark
She entered the Palazzo at night by a side door
To ascend to a lift in the upper floor
She lies on the bed
Looking up not yet seeing
The signs of the zodiac painted in gold
On the blue vaulted ceiling
His enormous eyes as he arrives
Coming nearer in the surrounding darkness
His strange beliefs about the moon
Its influence upon men of affairs
The danger of its cold light on your face
While you were sleeping
She'll eclipse it with her head
Stroke him while he sleeps
Until he has nothing to do among men of affairs
Sometime before dawn
Her bare feet cross the floor
She gazes from the window


At the fountain in the courtyard
Sometimes I feel like a swallow
A swallow which by some mistake
Has gotten into an attic
And knocks its head against the walls in terror
This is not a rabbit skinned
With a body of silver
Like what happen in America
The breasts are still heavy
The legs long and straight
The upper lip remains short
The teeth are too small
The eyeside is green
The hair long and black
Still coming through
Still coming through
The mood soon changed
In the clear morning air
A man came up towards the body
And poked it with a stick
It rocked swiftly
And twisted around at the end of the rope
Finer than a hair from every side
Finer than a hair
Birds
Birds
This is just a cornhusk doll
Dipped in blood in the moonlight
This is just a cornhusk doll
This morning in my room
A little swallow was trapped
It flew around desperately
Until it fell exhausted on my bed
I picked it up
So as not to frighten it
I opened the window
Then I opened my hand

Nose holes caked in black cocaine
Pow! Pow!
No one holds a match to your skin
No dupe
No chiming
A way off miles off
No needle through a glove
Famine is a tall tower
A building left in the night
Jesse are you listening?
It casts its ruins in shadows
Under Memphis moonlight
Jesse are you listening?
Six feet of foetus
Flung at sparrows in the sky
Put yourself in my shoes
A kiss, wet, muzzle
A clouded eye
No stars to flush it out
Famine is a tall tower
A building left in the night
Jesse are you listening?
It casts its ruins in shadows


Under Memphis moonlight
Jesse are you listening?
Pow! Pow!
In the dream
I am crawling around in my hands and knees
smoothing out the prairie
All the dents and the gouges
And the winds dying down
I lower my head
Press my ear to the prairie
Alive, I'm the only one
Left alive
I'm the only one
Left alive
I'm the only one
Left alive
Alive
I'm the only one
Left alive
I'm the only one
Left alive
I'm the only one
Left alive

As the grossness of spring lolls its head against the window
As the grossness of spring lolls its bloodshot head
Curare! Curare! Curare!
Brogue cries from the street
Curare! Curare!
As the grossness of spring rose
A tumor balloon to squeak against the window
With the grossness of spring staining into the walls
The chair had been shifted ever so slightly
Say five feet or two centimeters
The prints of my fingers dusted from doorknobs
A lamp had been dimmed
Some sawdust where a ring had been
Where nice girls were turned into whores
Gardens with fountains where peacocks had strutted
Where deaf children were born
The splendor of tigers turning to gold in the desert
Pale meadows of stranded pyramids
Sonny boy
such a sonny boy
There's a song in the air
Curare! Curare! Curare!
But the fair senorita don't seem to care
Curare! Curare! Curare!
As the grossness of spring lolls its head against the window
As the grossness of spring lolls its bloodshot head
I merely got up so slowly


Shuffled across the floor
Closed the door on the landing
Descending the stairs
Dipping into the street
The paralysed street
Brogue says "Good afternoon!"
I say "Good afternoon!"
"It's a lovely afternoon"
"Yes, it's a lovely afternoon"I
Into pockets unstitching so weighted with pins
Into eyes imploding on mazes of sins
The puddle beneath the cork
Bobbing on a mild chop that rolled in
Off the river Dix and the open water beyond
Brogue says
"I'LL PUNCH A DONKEY IN THE STREETS OF GALWAY"
Then me
"I'LL PUNCH A DONKEY IN THE STREETS OF GALWAY"
Brogue
"I'LL PUNCH A DONKEY IN THE STREETS OF GALWAY"
"I'LL PUNCH A DONKEY IN THE STREETS OF GALWAY"
Sonny boy
Such a sonny boy
In her voice, there's a flaw
Sonny boy
Such a sonny boy
E-e-aw and e-e-aw

What do Seoul/Sudan have in common?
Both start with an S
Deep as a virus
Little Mary
Little Mary
From scratchless I ascend
Stamps tongue-swabbed
Now embark for the Ivory Coast
Chiming like mouse bells
BAM BAM BAM BAM
BAM BAM BAM BAM
At the birth of a vermin Holy Ghost
Stars led to sky
Lash led to eye
Herpes to clit
Then stopped
Expect
I'm carried by lanterns
Expect
I will follow the aerosol patterns
Immunity won't feed on the bodies
Bones closing
Too soon at the tips
Won't feed on the bodies
From the fat black crocodile on the sand bar


Can't swallow it then bury it
From the voice flooded semen clotting to paste
Can't swallow it then bury it
And the jigger raps pits
Darkness long
Jigger raps pits
BAM BAM BAM BAM
BAM BAM BAM BAM
Shoes had to shine
Splicing to swine
Strain after strain after strain after strain
Immunity
Immunity
Through the dominant wards and nurseries
A flugleman moves
In the lung-smeared slides and corridors
A flugleman moves
And his tune rises on the harvest clouds of dust
Trading the wah-wah's for
BAM BAM BAM BAM
BAM BAM BAM BAM
Stars led to sky
Toe led to thigh
Rumor to breast
Then stopped

"Milosevic couldn't care less if Bosnia was recognized" a laughing Dr. Karadzic later told a television interviewer. He said, "Caligula proclaimed his horse senator but the horse never took his seat."

Polish the fork and stick the fork in him
Polish the fork and stick the fork in him
Shinier still and stick the fork in him
He's done boys
he's done boys
Where will you sleep my stomach
My second stomach through the trees
Handicapped
Buzzing out on the steppes
Spooking yourself in the breeze
Somebody dies
Somebody don't shave
Ruminating the slimy stars
Polish the fork and stick the fork in him
Kad Tad -- Kad Tad -- Kad Tad
Polish it more and stick the fork in him
Kad Tad -- Kad Tad -- Kad Tad


Shinier still and stick the fork in him
He's done boys
He's done boys
Faces of the grass go lenghtening (oor)
The lengthening faces through the ice and sun (ooor)
Faces lengthen go lengthening faces
Into lengthening faces from the branch to the grass
With buried heads they stand in full view
Eyes sliding of the faces up and up
Slide up the faces and up the sun
And up the faces go lengthening faces
Eyes are sliding above the tall and peaceful grass
Polish the fork and stick the fork in him
Kad Tad -- Kad Tad -- Kad Tad
Polish the fork and stick the fork in him
Kad Tad -- Kad Tad -- Kad Tad
Shinier still and stick the fork in him
He's done boys
He's done boys

Neath the bougie a nimble rigger slyly rolls the pea
Bye the bye the bye the bye
Red is patchy
Snows the silver
Bye the bye the bye the bye
Can't turn from a crotch in the darkness
To turn to the valley of a king
Ja-da ja-da ja-da ja-da
jing jing jing
Wrapped in blankets
then in blankets
Hear the germs pinging on the night wind
Cross the west coast to the west coast to the west coast
The angelus begins
Eye for hand
Dye y-et eye
bye-t the negro
come on sucker
anthrax jesus
sack of the-b
shawl for he-b
no bye the bye
Pulling out won't be slow
sorry baby b the needles
another night I gotta pull
muffle bye
no bye the bye
by the bye
no bye the bye
Neath the bougie a nimble rigger slyly rolls the pea


Bye the bye the bye the bye
Red is patchy
Snows the silver
Bye the bye the bye the bye
Don't think it hasn't been fun because it hasn't
Donje is Donje in the spring
Ja-da ja-da ja-da ja-da
jing jing jing
Wrapped in blankets
then in blankets
They plunge like rays
Snapping down the night wind
Cross the east coast to the east coast
Scratch the air and blue burn
The angelus begins
Pulling out won't be slow
Sorry baby
Staple Jesus dreamed he mammoth
gathered y-et
bye the bye
no bye the bye
Scaling comes scaling comes
Red is patchy
Snows the silver
Another night gotta pull
muffle bye
no bye the bye
bye the bye
no bye the bye