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Overture- Tahoma Park
03:41
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The Knitting Factory
05:14
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Been working on a CD Rom.
Been hanging out with punks in Washington.
I feel like I know you.
I feel like I’ve known you for life.
You got a job with Rockstar Games.
I see it in your bones and in your veins.
I feel like I know you.
I feel like I’ve known you for life.
I’m a blonde to make a Bishop kick.
A blonde to make a Bishop kicked stained glass.
I feel like I know you.
I feel like I’ve known you for life.
The Whitney want to show your work.
You make this little pack rat go berserk.
I feel like I know you.
I feel like I’ve known you for life.
We danced through a blanket of light on the subway home.
We walked past a million cracks in the city walls.
Inside every one was a universe playing out infinite versions.
So why are we staying the same?
The stars were aligned that evening.
Our hearts beating parallel and hiding behind that feeling?
A moment.
A precious tell that something would happen that we couldn’t hope to contain.
Infinite versions.
So why are we staying the same?
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To The West Coast
07:49
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When we left the East Coast we had dreams as big as waves.
All the things New York tears apart, California saves.
Got the house on Venice Beach.
Met Beck and PTA.
Taxi ride to Paramount – two-picture deal, they say.
But Beck said The Church had a grip on the life that he longed to be running from.
Celebrity Centre could fade into dust.
What the hell are we running from?
Down Pacific Coast Highway with Steely Dan on loud.
Everything looks perfect but that single darkened cloud.
“Honey, that’s the phone ringing. Can you see who it is?”
Breathing down the line were men we’re told do not exist.
The neighbours are rats and they killed all the cats.
The ceiling is coming in.
I know The Church.
I’m au fait with their work.
The ceiling is coming in.
There’s men hid in cars.
There are demons in bars.
Who the hell are we running from?
The letter says ‘go’.
Where that means, I don’t know.
What the hell are we running from?
Hollywood begged me to come!
What the hell have we done?
What we gonna do?
They’re being told what to say by the CIA!
What we gonna do?
Tom Cruise has put in a word on behalf of The Church!
What we gonna do?
We gotta get outta here, baby.
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Hey baby.
I don’t mean to be freaking you out, but who’s that man outside, looking in at us looking back out?
Was MKULTRA right?
The Episcopalian priest has filled my head with ghosts of Houdini and Warhol and Poe and I can’t see a way out now.
Hey baby.
Have you noticed the ceiling again?
It’s caving in and I’ve had a bottle of whiskey with friends.
I’m not sure that we’ve got it right but I’m too scared to say.
I don’t feel so good.
The floorboards are wasting away and all I see is you looking over, above and beyond.
You’re everything.
This 27-page document (long) says everything we know we don’t know.
Father Frank Morales.
The Winchester House.
Men at 10,000 windows.
Creeping past the Pastor as quiet as a mouse.
Something isn’t right.
I see the bones of you.
Back in Venice Beach, in the alley, the screams coming out of nowhere.
Rising out of your lungs like a headful of steam, mixing with the air of nowhere.
Operation Chaos.
The Bowery Hotel.
I bought a gun from somewhere.
I said “I want my fucking art back for myself!”
Falling into nowhere.
8.
9.
10.
Gone.
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East 11th St, 7:10pm
06:20
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I can’t carry on.
So I just pick up the phone and I think about calling you.
I can’t take the pain.
Pour myself another champagne.
It doesn’t help.
I think about you.
The priest said I had more time.
The East Village is cold at night.
I fade like a ghost and nobody knows about all the grief inside me.
A moment of truth.
I can see through the roof.
Oh no.
All that we’ve said swims around inside of my head.
Then the wave just swallows me whole.
The Tylenol (and Benadryl) drip into my soul and make me ill.
The priest was a mole?
He said that I had more time.
The East Village is cold at night.
I fade like a ghost and nobody knows about all the grief inside me.
A moment of truth.
I can see through the roof.
Oh no.
I see everything that we’ve ever done.
The letters we wrote.
The loyalty oaths on Venice Beach.
A box of Nat Sherman’s by the side of your bed.
The Fugazi gig.
The first time we kissed.
The meetings for Alice Underground.
The fact that together we could conquer it all.
I fade like a ghost and nobody knows about all the grief inside me.
A moment of truth.
I can see through the roof.
Oh no.
Oh no.
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I am gone.
I am gone.
She’s the only thing I ever wanted.
And then the wave hit me.
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The Narrows Manchester, UK
We are The Narrows. We have played T in The Park, FOM Fest and Eurocultured. We've headlined the O2 Academy2 in London and The Ruby Lounge in Manchester. We have supported PVT, S.C.U.M and Gallops. Our music has been played on BBC 6Music and supported by Zane Lowe and Tom Robinson. ... more
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