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At The Drive-In lyrics

Album: In Casino Out [1998]

Tracks11
 01  Alpha Centauri
 02  Chanbara
 03  Hulahoop Wounds
 04  Napoleon Solo
 05  Pickpocket
 06  For Now.. We Toast
 07  A Devil Among the Tailors
 08  Shaking Hand Incision
 09  Lopsided
 10  Hourglass
 11  Transatlantic Foe
all At The Drive-In lyrics



Alpha Centauri
widows an antique replacement
a briefcase filled with mace
widows six legged lost and found
students spray the kent state mist
wishing wills missing clientele
widows sex legged lost and found

parkas worn in summer apparel
sweat lodge comatose of broken arrows

widows veiled in rebound sheets
this is the ghost of a chance the lonely
widows sex legged lost and found
precision watch the scalpel make roads
hear them talk in paranoid parables
widows sex legged lost and found

storefront chairmans fingering buttons
this running of the bulls will trample all
the life support system
madrid space station spain
e space flesh vs machine

matadors chase the bulls in a china shop

gored my neck but don't spare me death
i'm running circles red cape paper
taste the vapor

matadors chase the bulls in a china shopback to top
Chanbara
valmara valmara valmara flechettes
kiss me with the lisp
of your shrapnel caress
lost this arm, lost this leg
lost this diving board
just a belly flopped proposal
of let's be friends

tour de force
defacto
ayuchuco
tour de force

prosthetic, prosthetic, prosthetic blemish
necro is the velcro on the charred appendage
carterize solder gun in the melting of seeds
oh dear god what a tangled web we weave

tour de force
defacto
ayuchuco
tour de force

all we are are failed attempts
propelled by stilt-leg presidents
incarcerate the mason fence
like flechettes flechettes flechettes
i'm not biting the lead my pencil's broken again
we will fill in the blanks
or i can cheat off your test
flechettes flechettesback to top
Hulahoop Wounds
in a small ghost town, there's a little arcade
where the poltergeists play their video games
at the top of the roof he says
game over they said, game over they said
run and get your quarters in
over cliffs we will swim ahead

do the shackles underneath your bed
haunt the shackles in their grooves

salem is home sentenced to live
yes this i know...comes back tenfold

at the bottom of a french blue pool
roamed the drunk chipped tooth
of the man in the moon

burn furnace burn at the bottom of the cliff
shined a diamond with no end to its trip

hook and sinker

i wrote it all down for you
match a name to the face
do you suspect?
do you confess?
do you confess?back to top
Napoleon Solo
Napolean Solo

cut and paste
were you sitting down
on the beaded impotence of new orleans
a hint of suspense when that telephone rings
this is forever

it paved a wave of distance
between the syntax error
from austin's yellow brick road
this is forever

from this texas breath exhaled
no sign of relief
this you know, this you know
this is forever

march 23rd hushed the wind, the music died
if you can't get the best of us now
it's because this is forever

makes no difference
our alphabet is missing letters
seventeen, embalmed and caskets
lowered into the weather
a drizzle, brisk and profound

from this texas breath exhaled
no sign of relief
this is forever

strum this broken harp
we were struck by the chords
set from their hearts
this is foreverback to top
Pickpocket
in the humble stence of nativity
hummed the smell of television snow
a faint S.O.S. flickering
riding on the coattails of their ground zero
neighborhood footprints ingrown
the daylight savings time will never know
of this alabaster cold

your lovers quarrel ended up in crawspace
dental identities will tell us apart
teeth marked and bounded with sighs
step into my parlor
said the spider to the fly
stable hooved footprints ingrown

cloak and dagger muzak blared in ohms
in this alabaster cold
ingrown

more calibur per capita
breakfast table search team implodes
the milk cartons that pour will never know
of this alabaster coldback to top
For Now.. We Toast
For Now... We Toast

it's hit or miss upon the gate walls
are the guards asleep, bayonet and all
are the search lights coming
we built this tunnel
we shovel with our hands

dig just a little bit, the camp is vast asleep
library laundromats
inside the dirty sheets
dig just a little bit

soup kitchen feeds
lines of stubble and marrow
a book of matches guides us home
do they have our scent, will we go home
we shovel with our hands

dig just a little bit, the camp is vast asleep
library laundromat
dig just a little big, the camp is vast asleep
library laundromat
live just a little bit
dakota fields will beg
meet you on the other side
dig just a little bit

they steamrolled past the lobby
did you trip on your shoelace untied
it's in the past...and now we toast.

dig just a little bit, the camp is vast asleep
live just a little bit
dakota fields will beg
meet you on the other side
winnepeg's a forest
where the search and seizure hid
wanted for the crime of the disease that you give
wanted for the crime of the disease that you giveback to top
A Devil Among the Tailors
Devil Among The Tailors

they say that thirteen is just a number
a double agent funded in the secret
of the hive and the workers and their lives
all sweet and honeycombed
a hunger ravenous and funded
incognito razor burns
talcum powered fingerprints
all sweet and honeycombed
stick your tongue on the north pole
read the graffiti splattered on the convertible
this bullet x marked the rumors jet-lagged
stab you with this pitchfork
part your hair on the grassy knoll
a cavity of candy in havana captivity
we heard the mug shots
a patsy inclined.
let the pollen make you sneeze
all sweet and honeycombed
"hasta la victoria siempre"
manana hay misa para los sordosback to top
Shaking Hand Incision
nothing ever changes except scenery rearrangements in the affectionate hands of horsepower assault best keep your pants on, boy behind the armor of fault homeless makeshift triggers you'll never walk again, you'll never walk again in the choked mouths of rivers parted like a sea of loaded infidelity best keep your stitched lips starched in a giggle homeless makeshift triggers you'll never walk again in piles of clothing sleep the... stitched lips starched in a giggle in piles of clothing sleep the dead no wire coat hangers never again.back to top
Lopsided
this is the accent of the halfhearted land
does it all make sense now
and if the ship was built in bottled sand
does it all make sense now
the anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon
yes it all makes sense now

is this just a life preserver
or a bivouac tenure
the tropic of cancer answered,
"drink the quicksand'

a mirror was splintered on the deck floor
does it all make sense now
a stowaway that lived beneath this hull
does it all make sense now
the anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon
yes it all makes sense now

is this just a life preserver
or a bivouac tenure
the tropic of cancer answered,
"drink the quicksand"
its gills will swin faster after a breath from the shore
breathe the taste of salt water
dry heave up and overboard
ponce de leon wrinkles
let's make it young again
boat drinks for captains
row our boat stowaway
it all makes sense now
if our map was torn, navigate, navigate
if your compass broke, navigate, navigateback to top
Hourglass
sucks me in, taking a ride
and i'm wishing for the satellite
grabbing vein pulling down on the radio
laughing at the face that's bending down

i'm all alone so far up here
and my oxygen's all gone

bend the metal
my glory box has failed
we're rocking in our reclining chairs
drive away that car
that brought us all this harm
those are the pieces of my story line

i'm all alone so far up here
and my oxygen's all gone

truly stressing realization
i wish i was an astronaut
eight hour bitterness all for whose sake
stain glass sunday school charadesback to top
Transatlantic Foe
pet sounds filling pet peeve void's
black and white tv with the sound turned down
is it mono or stereo?
lending aneurysm satisfaction in the
fruitless gaze of your mona lisa lazy smile
trick ourselves in portable stanzas
black russian throated on this
guillotine cancer
how steep we are
but there's just no telling
just no telling

savion is under heel clicking
morse code through movie stills again

the sky had blackened with carrion birds
pinstriped suits and cigarettes tapped danced
through the tepid burlesque
their mouths were parched with excess thirst
bridge and chorus candy curse
still they snag through the strepthroat verse

pet sounds filling pet peeve voids
black and white tv with the sound turned down
like breathing blood through lungs of czar's child

if i had a dollar for every plot that you made
in this bed of nails you make
how steep
how steep we areback to top
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