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Isidore - Isidore Print E-mail
Wednesday, 10 October 2012

Isidore

Musidora
We've been searching
Out in places never seen
Yeah, we've been looking
Looking like a change of scene

My little special
Total extravaganza
Like a summer night
Or Austin Lancer
And when she rides
I know I'll never make it alone again

We've been drifting
Thousand miles over our heads
We were drowning
Down in river mouths and beds

My little special
My little creature
She's so far gone
How can I reach her?
And then she flies
I know I'll never get her alone again

Baby star
A tiny light
Translucent beam
So pure and white

My little special
In all her splendor
Like an avalanche
Or pawn shop Fender
And when she plays
I know I'll never send her alone again

My little special
The faith that's in ya
You lived your childhood
Down in Virginia
And when she hides
I know I'll never find her alone again
Never alone again
Never alone again now

 

Refused on Temple St
[rev. May 31, 2004]

On Temple Street
Thinning crowds disperse among the dripping hedges
A little blurry at the edges
Up in your suite
Replete amid the juggled slumber never know
Whose number could be up -bliss

And you talk about our time together
And it seems so long ago
How'd you ever get to be so enchanting and so low?
I know
You'd better pack up and go

On Temple Street
The ambulance advances through the teeming night
So medical in red and white
And at your feet
The servants bow and scrape seeking gratitude
As you adjust your altitude

And you talk about our time together
All the hours that you used
How'd you ever get to be so enchanting and so low?
I know
After all that you've refused

(indecipherable overlapping mumblings)

Beware the cinder that glows
It's burning more than you suppose

On Temple Street
The morning starts in rain along the garden paths
Laughing in the aftermath

On Temple Street
Thinning crowds disperse among the dripping hedges
A little blurry at the edges

Temple Street
Temple Street
Temple Street

 

Sanskrit
[rev. June 13, 2004]

All in a day
Forcing us, moving us, changing us, soothing us
And in a way
Playing your scene right up on the screen like it's
Yesterday
Yesterday's gone and it's better that way
All in a day
Written in Sanskrit again

We are the souls outside and all divided
Without a doubt we've found all undecided

Here in this age
Ripping us, bruising us, stripping us, using us
Time like a cage
Rattling the bars
Falling like stars
Words on a page
Meaningless, dreamingless, seemingless
Here in this age
To be written in Sanskrit again

We are the souls outside and all divided
Without a doubt we've found all undecided

All in a day
Forcing us, moving us, changing us, soothing us
And in a way
Playing your scene right up on the screen like it's
Yesterday
Yesterday's gone and it's better that way
All in a day
All in a day
All in a day

 

The Memory Cloud
[rev. June 13, 2004]

More about the black years in the wilderness
A child migrates around glacial moonscapes
Driven by success
Certain alpine madness
Transmitted through the meat
A brutal rival's feet

The shattered blizzard forest conceals more than you've even dreamed
Against our premonitions
We hide among the wintergreen
The tiny little flints produce tiny little sparks
In the wolverine dark

We come from the frozen summer
Sons of the chosen moments
And if I should fill the vacuum
We cannot leave
We must remain
Against the hopelessness and pain
To plant the seed to start again

Pressure in the system
Overloads abundancy
Waiting in the nightlight
Diminishing necessity
Back into the chills
Back into the seas
Or anywhere they please

We come from the frozen summer
Sons of the chosen moments
And if I should fill the vacuum
We cannot leave
We must remain
Against the hopelessness and pain
To plant the seed to start again

And if I should fill the vacuum
We cannot leave
We must remain
Against the hopelessness and pain
On this fragile mortal plane
Surely run against the stream
To plant the seed to start again

 

Saltwater
She was a sullen little visitor in her coastal way
Just where the Japanese guys take pictures of the sea spray

That dandelion wine time in St. Paul
Out in the rip if you were hip you could hear the mermaids call

You were swimming along backwards in the upside-down dark
You crashed into me painfully in the underground car park

Insulated by your rubber skin
As your bubbles rise up you breathe the water in

Someone on the shore you can never make out
Calls out your name and waves, it's not worth thinking about

Down the slow and lazy cafe in the seaweed breeze
Romeo has just been born unaware of his destinies

Ah, you ask me for credentials and your secretary laughs
We would never let a man like you get his hands on our stuff

But in the winter when the clouds roll in along the briny deep
The apartments are half empty and the big talk is cheap

The buses and the camper-vans have all assembled here
They're waiting for morning that has failed to appear

And you're dreaming if you think they're gonna sink like that again
I'm out here drowning for you in the hypodermic rain

That's all

 

One for Iris Doe
[rev. May 31, 2004]

One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days you're gonna find
You're suddenly stripped of time
And you're gonna find your clocks are behind
And the mole in the mob with his ludicrous god
Protecting the poor and civilized crowd
Teaching those strangers how to be proud
From the depths of Stygian pits
Contaminated alibis, straightjacket fits

And when I say you're not thinking straight
I really gotta tell you mate
It's checkmate
Ain't that great?
Do you believe in fate?

One of these days, and it's coming soon
When they finish, finally, fucking up the moon
And when we get our galaxy back
And when we gonna get our frequency back
'Cause it's not a lot to ask when performing a task
That you put aside your differences, put away the mask
Everyone here can sigh of relief
'Cause they nailed the robber, and they nailed the thief

And when I say you're not thinking straight
I really got to tell you mate
It's checkmate
Ain't that great?
Do you believe in fate?

Sun in the west sky
Moon in the east
Morning comes and changes everything

Stars in the north sky
Lights in the south
Evening comes and changes everything

Sun in the west sky
Moon in the east
Morning comes and changes everything

Stars in the north sky
Lights in the south
Evening comes and changes everything

Sun in the west sky
Moon in the east
Morning comes and changes everything

Well, I don't give a fat baby's dick
About how your husband gets his kicks
'Cause he sure ain't no Ben Affleck
His treason, reasonable
And why does it always have to (have to) rhyme
What a (what a) waste of time
I don't seem to learn my lesson
I dash my hopes, I salt my blessings
I'll admit I hate confessing

Sun in the west sky
Moon in the east
Morning comes and changes everything

Stars in the north sky
Lights in the south
Evening comes and changes everything

 

Ghosting
[rev. May 31, 2004]

You gotta register it so full on
You need the minimum drift
You saw the end, you saw the horizon
You couldn't squander your gifts
You heard the word that remains unheard
You dreamt up knuckle dust
You in the moment before it occurred
Where's your trust

I'm up for the stranger scene
I'm down with the dusk
I'm honestly me

You gotta realize it's all out of control
You got the Wellington boots
You went to Gloucester and fell into a hole
You never wonder who shoots
You dressed in evening as black as coal
That's so cute

Time up for the stronger stuff
Time down for use
Flame on for famous frame
I'm honestly me

You're getting ghosting on your fractured screen
You'll think of something when I'm gone
You'll think about me as you say my name
You'll introduce me for a song
You'll never notice where the morning went
You'll never stand outside the door
You'll never see me with your antenna bent
That's for sure

 

Transmigration
[rev. May 31, 2004]

When the sun has left the sky
When the day plummets the abyss
Find you in the muted glare
When did you notice this

Solid gold shine in the father's mind
Creator, maintainer, destroyer or lawyer
We find you with your bit of fluff
Who looks like a faded Goya

She only comes for the consolation
Striding like a hag with comfort inside
Spreading through the population
Oh my God baby, I'm so fucking tired
These days of Gomorrah are a tribulation
Buckle to the ground, stagger 'neath the weight
Silence like a lamb in transmigration

When the moon has left the night
When the light shadows in life
I see you through the membrane wall
I'll wait for you to rise

Tiny piece of space in front of your face
Tiny black hole instead of a soul
I see you cross the crowded room
Where solid lines just fold

She only comes for the consolation
Striding like a hag with comfort inside
Spreading through the population
Oh my God baby, I'm so fucking tired
These days of Gomorrah are a tribulation
Buckle to the ground, stagger 'neath the weight
Silence like a lamb in transmigration
One of these days we're gonna go straight

 

CA. Redemption Value
[rev. June 13, 2004]

And during the preceeding phase of culturalization
The mesmerization co-founded the philagenic trust
To ensure the miraculous safety of the fringe dwellers
And to give gracious guarantee and thank the bellicose god
Who shineth on high in his great goodnesshood
Where all the cronies wield silver pearls
Yes, real silver pearls
Straight from the find that lies along the diamorphically resonant [0:38] dollop
And lo they felt both shock and awe
Shock and awe as they stood before the almighty corrugated roof
And baptismal fluctuations played about their whispy, girlish hair (hair)
[coughing]

Croak
Having this joke to wear
Like a jugged March hare
I can't bear it
Crack
Splitting the factory
All down my memory
Like a ferret

I ran to the shore
Shore come running to me
Baby it's you I adore
Shore come running to me

Crash
Smash down your boots and bonds
Might as well wave my wand
I'm a vagabond
Christ
I need some new advice
This is an old device
It's for the lucky guys

I ran to the shore
Shore come running to me
Baby it's you I adore
Shore come running to me

You fools
I righteously declaimed
I sentence all of you
To fifty years in chains
But I have a level spirit
The harbinger replied
And he should know you see
He just come back from the other side

I like my mediums rare
Said the thing in the ectoplasma
Now just pull up your chair
I'll share out my miasma
And the little boy blue come blow your horn
I'm down in the abattoir with your soft porn
Where is the boy who looks after the flock
Down on his knees sucking a clock

Crap
Slamming the nether door
I'm not at home no more
I'm just a metaphor
Creep
Keeping my sleepers in
I'm a zookeeper's grin
Nightly bulletin

I ran to the shore
Shore come running to me
Baby it's you I adore
Shore come running to me

 

Nothing New
[rev. June 13, 2004]

My little one
Where have you been
Your blinding eyes
What have they seen

The people down in Lincoln town
Wore their hats upon their sleeves
I heard some talk in old New York
Just ask the autumn leaves
I never saw it for myself
It's just what I believe

It's somebody else now
And they are not you
The difference just burns me
But that's nothing new
Nothing new

I wrote a song in Wollongong
It made me sad for days
The hotel man from Turkestan
Soaking up the rays
I wish I'd been a woman then
I might've been amazed

The better I make it
The worse that I do
And it's so ancient
But that's nothing new
Nothing new

The music was liquid
Somehow it slipped through
Ahh, it all escapes me
But that's nothing new to you now

The truth was a lie and
The ointment was glue
I was found missing
But that's nothing new
Nothing new

The feeling was absent
Red wine was blue
The gift is the present
But that's nothing new to you now
And there's nothing more to do now

Oh now it's all for nothing
Oh now it's all for nothing

They blind their eyes
What have they seen

 

No Passage (Hidden Track)
[rev. June 13, 2004]

Like a bolt from the blue
A crystalline truth
Inertia in action
Give me a shot of vermouth

Got myself together
Transcended my limitations
Some force in the ether
Heard my lamentations

We learn the hard way
Crash on the highway
Game on a bad day
Too little too late

You gave me the passage
You offered your passage to me

And it beamed down its ray
And it lit up my head
So I went to your room
And I lay on your bed

We learn the hard way
Too little too late

All into the falling flock
The end is unresolved
Fall into the beaded cup
It's all you're gonna know

So I walked to ze edge
I plunged over its sides
I woke up in Rozelle [3:27]
Or maybe I died

Got myself together
Transcended my limitations
Some force in the ether
Heard my lamentations

Got myself together
Transcended my limitations (We learn the...)
Some force in the ether (...hard way)
Heard my lamentations (Crash on the..)

Got myself together (...highway)
Transcended my limitations (So I walked to ze edge) (Game on a...)
Some force in the ether (...bad day)
Heard my lamentations (I plunged over its sides) (Too little...)

Understood the concept (...too late)
Could be... ahhh (I woke up in Rozelle [4:26]) (We learn the...)
Come on like an idea [4:30] (...hard way)
Or maybe I died

 

Isidore Pre-Order Bonus Disc Tracks
Andalusian Dogs
Sometimes I think you're lost and alone
Coming down hard in the demilitarized zone
Shaking off the dust and blowing a bone
You put it all behind you

Sometimes I think I'm just an aspect of you
And my hands are bound by love so true
Truly got to marvel at the hoops I jump through
All this to just find you

Put this all behind you
All this just to find you

Sometimes they think I'm gonna leave it alone
But then I'm back in the loop with a grin and a groan
The furrow is plowed and the seed it is sown
You'd think I'd be immune now

Sometimes I think that's it's over and out
Then the music starts up and the actors all shout
Acting like fools and falling about
The end it must come soon now

Thought I'd be immune now
End it must come soon now

(What) what is my line
(What) what is my angle
What is my sign

(What) what is my cut
(What) what is my motive
What if, why not, why not, why....

Sometimes you think that I'm facing defeat
And you take me down with the rest of the fleet
Sometimes you think I'm easy to beat

 

Mitternight
[rev. June 13, 2004]

Down in the forest where the thorns bite hard
There's a house on legs in an overgrown yard
If you really want to get in there you're gonna have to bleed
But the hag is waiting for you, she's got everything you need

In the dismal dim light of some afternoon
You go running down the corridors and fade into the gloom
Where the pale moon is folded along the black lake
And the belladonna blooms and the cold, blind snake

One open, one closed
One garden to the wild
One no one even knows
The show's at midnight

Well you made a sacrifice and you were granted a wish
And you summoned up the spirits and you ripped off the rich
But down in the forest where the time drips like honey
You can't buy release with any of your money

Like an overheard horror, like a groan of despair
Like the messenger of doom or a dancing bear
Like the long dead memory if memories were faint
Like the furies unleashed in your speechless paint

Like the white hot moon and the kiss of the toad
Like the naked wraith and the monster she rode
Well your wife is waiting for you in the still and decay
So you better go to her before you're dragged away

One living, one not
One frightening always slight
When everything is gone
We close the midnight
We close the midnight

One truthful, one false
One million things crammed tight
One lovely little dose
For those at midnight
The show's at midnight
For those at midnight
We close the midnight
We close the mid- mid- mid- midnight

 

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