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EVERYTHING MUST GO
ELVIS IMPERSONATOR: BLACKPOOL
PIER
A DESIGN FOR LIFE
KEVIN CARTER
ENOLA/ALONE
EVERYTHING MUST GO
SMALL BLACK FLOWERS THAT GROW
IN THE SKY
THE GIRL WHO WANTED TO BE GOD
REMOVABLES
AUSTRALIA
INTERIORS (SONG FOR WILLEM DE
KOONING)
FURTHER AWAY
NO SURFACE ALL FEELING
ELVIS IMPERSONATOR: BLACKPOOL PIER
20 FT.
HIGH ON BLACKPOOL PROMENADE
FAKE ROYALTY SECOND HAND SEQUIN FACADE
LIMITED FACE PAINT AND DYED BLACK QUIFF
OVERWEIGHT AND OUT OF DATE
20 FT. HIGH ON BLACKPOOL PROMENADE
FAKE ROYALTY SECOND HAND SEQUIN FACADE
LIMITED FACE PAINT AND DYED BLACK QUIFF
OVERWEIGHT AND OUT OF DATE
OH WELL
AMERICAN TRILOGY IN LANCASHIRE POTTERY
AMERICAN TRILOGY IN LANCASHIRE POTTERY
ITS SO FUCKING FUNNY, DON'T YOU KNOW
ITS SO FUCKING FUNNY, DON'T YOU KNOW
ALL AMERICAN TRILOGY IN USED UP CARS AND BOTTLED BEER
ALL AMERICAN TRILOGY THE FUTURE'S DEAD FUNDAMENTALLY
ITS SO FUCKING FUNNY, ITS ABSURD
ITS SO FUCKING FUNNY, ITS ABSURD
20 FT. HIGH ON BLACKPOOL PROMENADE
LIBRARIES
GAVE US POWER
THEN WORK CAME AND MADE US FREE
WHAT PRICE NOW FOR A SHALLOW PIECE OF DIGNITY
I WISH I HAD A BOTTLE
RIGHT HERE IN MY DIRTY FACE TO WEAR THE SCARS
TO SHOW FROM WHERE I CAME
WE DON'T TALK ABOUT LOVE WE ONLY WANT TO GET DRUNK
WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SPEND
AND WE ARE TOLD THAT THIS IS THE END
A DESIGN FOR LIFE
A DESIGN FOR LIFE
A DESIGN FOR LIFE
A DESIGN FOR LIFE
I WISH I HAD A BOTTLE
RIGHT HERE IN MY PRETTY FACE TO WEAR THE SCARS
TO SHOW FROM WHERE I CAME
WE DON'T TALK ABOUT LOVE WE ONLY WANT TO GET DRUNK
WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SPEND
AS WE ARE TOLD THAT THIS IS THE END
A DESIGN FOR LIFE
A DESIGN FOR LIFE
A DESIGN FOR LIFE
A DESIGN FOR LIFE
WE DON'T TALK ABOUT LOVE WE ONLY WANT TO GET DRUNK
WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SPEND
AS WE ARE TOLD THAT THIS IS THE END
A DESIGN FOR LIFE
A DESIGN FOR LIFE
A DESIGN FOR LIFE
A DESIGN FOR LIFE
HI TIME
MAGAZINE HI PULITZER PRIZE
TRIBAL SCARS IN TECHNICAL COLOR
BANG BANG CLUB AK 47 HOUR
KEVIN CARTER
HI TIME MAGAZINE HI PULITZER PRIZE
VULTURE STALKED WHITE PIPED LIE FOREVER
WASTED YOUR LIFE IN BLACK AND WHITE
KEVIN CARTER
KEVIN CARTER
KEVIN CARTER
THE ELEPHANT IS SO UGLY HE SLEEPS HIS HEAD
MACHETES HIS BED KEVIN CARTER KAFFIR LOVER FOREVER
CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK
CLICK HIMSELF UNDER
KEVIN CARTER
KEVIN CARTER
KEVIN CARTER
THE
STATUE OF LIBERTY LOOKS SO SOLEMN ON THE TV
100% RISK OF STEPPING OUTSIDE
EVERY SECOND TO PRECIOUS TO TRY
MY HEART ACHES FOR ENOLA
FROM MY BIRTH A RELLIK A KILLER
BUT ALL I WANT TO DO IS LIVE
NO MATTER HOW MISERABLE IT IS
PLEASE SING TO ME A SONG ENOLA/ALONE
PLEASE TAKE ME ON HOME ENOLA/ALONE
I WALK IN THE GRASS AND I FEEL SOME PEACE AT LAST
I WALK IN THE BEACH AND FOR ONCE I FEEL SOME EASE
I'LL TAKE A PICTURE OF YOU
TO REMEMBER HOW GOOD YOU LOOKED
LIKE MEMORY IT HAS DISAPPEARED
NAKED AND LONELY WITHIN MY FEARS
PLEASE SING TO ME A SONG ENOLA/ALONE
PLEASE TAKE ME ON HOME ENOLA/ALONE
SHED SOME
SKIN FOR THE FEAR WITHIN
IS STARTING TO HURT ME WITH EVERYTHING
FREED FROM THE MEMORY
ESCAPE FROM OUR HISTORY, HISTORY
AND I JUST HOPE THAT YOU CAN FORGIVE US
BUT EVERYTHING MUST GO
AND IF YOU NEED AN EXPLANATION
THEN EVERYTHING MUST GO
I LOOK TO THE FUTURE IT MAKES ME CRY
BUT IT SEEMS TOO REAL TO TELL YOU WHY
FREED FROM THE CENTURY
WITH NOTHING BUT MEMORY
AND I JUST HOPE THAT YOU CAN FORGIVE US
BUT EVERYTHING MUST GO
AND IF YOU NEED AN EXPLANATION
THEN EVERYTHING MUST GO
FREED US EVENTUALLY JUST NEED TO BE HAPPY, HAPPY
AND I JUST HOPE THAT YOU CAN FORGIVE US
BUT EVERYTHING MUST GO
AND IF YOU NEED AN EXPLANATION
THEN EVERYTHING MUST GO
AND IF YOU NEED AN EXPLANATION
THEN EVERYTHING MUST GO
SMALL BLACK FLOWERS THAT GROW IN THE SKY
YOU HAVE
YOUR VERY OWN NUMBER
THEY DRESS YOUR CAGE IN ITS NATURE
ONCE YOU ROARED NOW YOU JUST GRUNT LAME
PACE AROUND PATHETIC POUND GAMES
WANNA GET OUT WON'T MISS YOU SENSAROUND
TO CARRY YOUR OWN DEAD TO SWING YOUR TYRE TRICKS
WANNA GET OUT IN HERE YOU'RE BRED DEAD QUICK
FOR THE OUTSIDE
THE SMALL BLACK FLOWERS THAT GROW IN THE SKY
THEY DRAG STICKS ALONG YOUR WALLS
HARVEST YOUR OVARIES DEAD MOTHERS CRAWL
HERE COMES WARDEN CHRIST TEMPLE ELDER
ENVIRONMENT NOT YOURS YOU SEE THROUGH IT ALL
WANNA GET OUT WON'T MISS YOU SENSAROUND
TO CARRY YOUR OWN DEAD TO SWING YOUR TYRE TRICKS
WANNA GET OUT IN HERE YOU BRED DEAD QUICK
FOR THE OUTSIDE
THE SMALL BLACK FLOWERS THAT GROW IN THE SKY
HERE CHEWING YOUR TAIL IS JOY
THERE ARE
NO SUNSETS, JUST SILENCE
YOU COULD SEE THAT SHE WAS TRUE AND FAITHLESS
BUT SEE THROUGH THE FUTURE AND FORGET ALL THE LIES
BLACK OUT THE WORDS FOR THE BLIND HAVE EYES
I AM THE GIRL WHO WANTED TO BE GOD
I AM THE GIRL WHO WANTED TO BE GOD
THERE ARE TIMES WHEN YOU FEEL HOPELESS
JUST FOR ONCE FOR NO ONE ELSE WE ARE BLAMELESS
THE DAWN IS STILL BREAKING ITS HEAVEN SO HIGH
SHE TOLD THE TRUTH, TOLD THE TRUTH AND THEN SHE LIED
I AM THE GIRL WHO WANTED TO BE GOD
I AM THE GIRL WHO WANTED TO BE GOD
HOLD ME SHE SAID LOVE ME TO DEATH
CONSCIENCE
BINDS YOU IN CHAINS
TRAIL BY STONE HAMMER AND NAILS
NO ONE MADE THE HOLES BUT ME
MISERY MOURNS TO BE DEVOURED
KILLED GOD BLOOD SOILED UNCLEAN AGAIN
KILLED GOD BLOOD SOILED SKIN DEAD AGAIN
AGAIN EVERYWHERE AGAIN
ALL REMOVABLES, ALL TRANSITORY
ALL REMOVABLES, PASSING ALWAYS
ALL REMOVABLES, ALL TRANSITORY
ALL REMOVABLES, PASSING ALWAYS
NEVER GROWN PRESERVED GENTLY
A BRONZE MOTH DIES EASILY
UNKNOWN TO OTHERS WEAK TO ME
BROKEN HANDS NEVER ENDING
AIMLESS RUT OF MY OWN PERCEPTION
NUMBLY WAITING FOR VOICES TO TELL ME
FOR VOICES TO TELL ME
ALL REMOVABLES, ALL TRANSITORY
ALL REMOVABLES, PASSING ALWAYS
ALL REMOVABLES, ALL TRANSITORY
ALL REMOVABLES, PASSING ALWAYS
ALL REMOVABLES, ALL TRANSITORY
ALL REMOVABLES, PASSING ALWAYS
I DON'T
KNOW IF I'M TIRED AND I DON'T KNOW IF I'M ILL
MY CHEEKS ARE TURNING YELLOW
I THINK I'LL TAKE ANOTHER PILL
PRAYING FOR THE WIND TO COME NOW
IT MUST BE FOR THE FIFTEENTH TIME
I'VE BEEN HERE FOR MUCH TOO LONG
THIS IS THE PAST THAT'S MINE
I WANT TO FLY AND RUN TIL IT HURTS
SLEEP FOR A WHILE AND SPEAK NO WORDS IN AUSTRALIA
IN AUSTRALIA
PRAYING FOR THE WAVE TO COME NOW
IT MUST BE FOR THE VERY LAST TIME
ITS TWELVE O' CLOCK TIL MIDNIGHT
THERE MUST BE SOMEONE TO BLAME
I WANT TO FLY AND RUN TIL IT HURTS
SLEEP FOR A WHILE AND SPEAK NO WORDS IN AUSTRALIA
IN AUSTRALIA
INTERIORS (SONG FOR WILLEM DE KOONING)
WHO SEES
THE INTERIORS LIKE YOUNG WILLEM ONCE DID
YOUR BEAUTIFUL TRIANGLE OF DISTORTION
NOW YOU SEEM TO FORGET IT SO MUCH
WHO SEES THE INTERIORS LIKE YOUNG WILLEM ONCE DID
SAY YOU CAN REMEMBER SAY WHERE IS THE TOMORROW
SAY WHERE YOU ARE COMING FROM
SAY WHAT YOU HAVE LEFT US
ARE WE TOO TIRED TO TRY AND UNDERSTAND
THAT NOTHING IS NOTHING ON THAT WE DEPEND
TAKE MY HAND TOGETHER AND WE WILL CRY
IT REALLY MAKES NO DIFFERENCE TO WHAT YOU SEE INSIDE
WHO SEES THE INTERIORS LIKE YOUNG WILLEM YOU ONCE DID
A BEAUTIFUL LANDSCAPE OF YOUR NATION
ANOTHER ERA IS NOT FORTHCOMING
WHO SEES THE INTERIORS
LIKE YOUNG WILLEM ONCE DID
SAY YOU CAN REMEMBER SAY WHERE IS THE TOMORROW
SAY WHERE YOU ARE COMING FROM SAY WHAT YOU HAVE
ARE WE TOO TIRED TO TRY AND UNDERSTAND
THAT NOTHING IS NOTHING ON THAT WE DEPEND
TAKE MY HAND TOGETHER AND WE WILL CRY
IT REALLY MAKES NO DIFFERENCE TO WHAT YOU SEE INSIDE
TO WHAT YOU SEE INSIDE
THE
FURTHER AWAY I GET FROM YOU
THE HARDER IT GETS FOR EVERYONE ELSE, FOR EVERYONE ELSE
THE HAPPIER I AM WHEN I'M WITH YOU
THE HARDER IT GETS WHEN I AM ALONE, WHEN I AM ALONE
THE HARDER I TRY TO LEARN SOMETHING FROM YOU
FURTHER AWAY
FURTHER AWAY FEEL IT FADE INTO YOUR CHILDHOOD FURTHER AWAY
FURTHER AWAY FEEL DAZED AND MISUNDERSTOOD
FURTHER AWAY
THE STILLER THE OXYGEN THE HARDER YOU BREATHE
THE DRAINING AWAY JUST LIKE AN OLD MAN'S DREAM
JUST LIKE AN OLD MAN'S DREAM
THE SIMPLER THE ANSWER THE HARDER IT CAN GET
THE CIRCULAR LANDSCAPE COME BACK ONLY WITH REGRET
ONLY WITH REGRET
THE MORE ESTRANGED I FEEL FROM MY YOUTH FURTHER AWAY
FURTHER AWAY FEEL IT FADE INTO YOUR CHILDHOOD FURTHER AWAY
FURTHER AWAY FEEL DAZED AND MISUNDERSTOOD
FURTHER AWAY
FURTHER AWAY FEEL IT FADE INTO YOUR CHILDHOOD FURTHER AWAY
FURTHER AWAY FEEL DAZED AND MISUNDERSTOOD
FURTHER AWAY
EMBARRASSED
POSSESSED AND SO UNCIVILISED
JUST TAKE A LOOK AT THE WHITES OF MY EYES
SEE ME NOW AND I WILL APOLOGISE
FOR ME FOR YOU WE KNEW THEY WERE LIES
IT MAKES ME ANGRY ASHAMED BUT REALLY ALIVE
IT MAY HAVE WORKED BUT AT WHAT PRICE
WHAT'S THE POINT IN ALWAYS LOOKING BACK
WHEN ALL YOU SEE IS MORE AND MORE JUNK
IT WAS NO SURFACE BUT ALL FEELING
MAYBE AT THE TIME IT FELT LIKE DREAMING
MAYBE RICHER MAYBE WISER
SEEMS SO EASY TO NOT GO TOO FAR
BEG ME TO STOP HATE MY FACE I KNOW
TELL ME FOREVER JUST TO GO
JUST ONE THING BEFORE I GET TO SLEEP
NOTHING HERE BUT THE STAINS ON MY TEETH
NO NOT BLOOD JUST LIQUID FROM YOU
I ONLY WISH IT WAS THE TRUTH
IT WAS NO SURFACE ALL FEELING
MAYBE AT THE TIME IT FELLT LIKE DREAMING