BEAM ME TO ITALY FLYING over Minnesota 27 March 2001
I'm sailing to Italy on wings of flame
Flying to Naples, don't forget my name
Don't forget me if I'm lost in the volcano
In the beauty, in the spring, in the flow
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I'm running to Italy, surrounded by noise
Enveloped by layers of thin alloys
Kept from the vacuum by hope and technology
When you look up, think of me, think of me
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There's a thin skin of sunshine somewhere outside
A hell of a good universe on the next ride
I'm swimming to Italy on oceans of air
If you think of me, just tell me you care
ANYTHING FOR YOUR LOVE FLYING (funky bass) over North Atlantic 28 March 2001
I'd walk on burning coals for you
(I'd walk pretty fast so it won't hurt me much)
Swim the deepest sea for you
[chorus:]
Anything for your touch, your touch
Anything for your touch
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I'd wrassle alligators for you
(Hold their mouths shut so they can't bite me much)
Jump right off a cliff for you
[chorus]
--
[break:]
I'd tear my flesh, I'd fry my eyes
I'll prove I love you, then I'll die
I'll go to Hell, I'll eat live beetles
Just to prove how fierce my heart is
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I'll face your creditors for you
(Tell'em you're dead so they'll leave you alone)
Perjure myself, do crimes for you
[chorus]
TOWERS Minori, IT 2 April 2001
Towers open to the sun, strung with wires & lights & colors
Towers shuttered against the storm, against eternity
Towers pushing skyward above the cobbled passageways
Towers pulled into safety - Melt some more lead, Luigi
Towering again, hovering again, towering again, hovering again
--
Towers strong like granite blocks, anchored in limestone bedrock
Towers shaking in the storm, snapped off in eruptions
Towers flapping with wet laundry, loose lips, swinging blinds
Towers furled tight against all raging emotions & oceans
Flowering again, furrowing again, flowering again, furrowing again
--
You haven't climbed the towers, tasted their salty blood & tears
You haven't fallen from the towers, not for many years
You haven't been a tower's master, haven't been a tower's slave
How many towers have you smashed? How many towers have you saved?
Building again, burning again, building again, burning again
Building again, burning again, building again, burning again
HOT LOVE Minori, IT 2 April 2001
Give me some hot lemon love, give me some hot olive love (olive love)
Soak the lemon peel in vodka and sugar, make it thick, drink it down
Cold-press those olives & squeeze out the oil, rub me down (rub me down)
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Give me some hot bitter love, give me some hot sunshine love (sunshine love)
Freeze out the sweet and soak me in bitter, now forever (now forever)
Cold-press the sunshine & squeeze out the heat, make it burn, burn forever
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Give me some hot human love, give me some hot holy love
Give me some hot human love, give me some hot holy love
Give me some hot human love, give me some hot holy love
Give me some hot human love, give me some hot holy love
THE OLD VOLCANIC RUINS (funky polka) Minori, IT 3 April 2001
Smaller girls and bigger girls and smaller boys and bigger boys
Running down the hallways of the old volcanic ruins
Running down the hallways of the old volcanic ruins
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Hotter folks and cooler folks and bigger dogs and smaller dogs
Lying in the shadows of the old volcanic ruins
Lying in the shadows of the old volcanic ruins
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Brighter paint and fainter paint and smaller tiles and bigger tiles
Hanging in the corners of the old volcanic ruins
Hanging in the corners of the old volcanic ruins
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Barer bods and hairier bods and bigger cams and smaller cams
Taking in the spirit of the old volcanic ruins
Taking in the spirit of the old volcanic ruins
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[break:] History is textual & sexual & flexual
History's viscereal and somewhat intellectual
[instrumental fantasy]
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Shorter years and longer years and horny years and burning years
Worked into the fabric of the old volcanic ruins
Worked into the fabric of the old volcanic ruins
TOWARDS SANTA NICOLA Minori, IT 3 April 2001
I stumped across the lemon hills, past the towns & pines & pains
Like some rough beast with fiery feet and ragged sulfurous brains
Past the point of no return, past the place where lovers burn
Through the rotten churches and the slaughter of the lambs
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[chorus:] Towards Santa Nicola, away from gravity, away from time
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I crawled across the olive hills, tasting only burning skies
Waved my tangerine fingertips, rolled my slowly-smoking eyes
Knocked a loaded pony down, and laughed & laughed & laughed
Feel the joy of grinding ashes into dust, into dust [chorus]
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I traced the rocky hills to Hell, saw their chalky balky hearts
Brushed their scents with smoke & fear & some unholy farts
Waters wash away the time, carrying rough memories
I'll was away the lemon hills and give them to the sea, the sea
TORNADO BLUES Minori, IT 5 April 2001
She's thinkin'bout tomorrow, she's lookin' for the shortest way to your door
She's thinkin'bout tomorrow, she's lookin' for the shortest way to your door
She's thinkin'bout someone else, ain't thinkin'bout you no more, no more, no more
--
She's thinkin'bout dancin', she's lookin' forward to drinkin' more wine
She's thinkin'bout dancin', she's lookin' forward to drinkin' more wine
She's thinkin'bout tomorrow, a tomorrow that just ain't yours or mine, yours or mine
--
[break:]
She's dressin' an' she's messin' an' she's confessin' not to nothing at all, at all
She's spinnin' and she's winnin' an' she's thinnin' out all those suckers who fall
[instr]
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She's thinkin'bout CAP-ree, she's lookin' out for a luxurious life
She's thinkin'bout CAP-ree, she's lookin' out for a luxurious life
She's ridin' a tornado, she ain't never gonna be a wife, no no no no
LOVE SO MUCH (Heart-Licking) (fast disco beat) Vietri sul Mare, IT 7 April 2001
I love you so much / pouring wine all over you
Pouring cream all over you / licking your skin
Licking your eyes / licking your heart
--
You love me so much / pouring steam all over me
Pouring honey over me / licking my brain
Licking my center / Licking my heart
--
[break:] Using lotions like potions, using tongues like weapons
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I love you so much / pouring sunshine over you
Pouring hash oil over you / licking your toes
Licking your thighs / licking your heart
CERAMICS BLUES STOMP Minori, IT 7 April 2001
Roll me up in clay
Work me and shape me, rook me and rape me
--
Work me in the clay
Line me and color me, fire me and savor me
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Fire me in the clay
Bring out all my essence, burn out all my dross
--
[break:]
If I'm dull or crazed or cracked or toneless, smash me
If I'm singed or splotched or tat or boneless, trash me
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Stock me up in clay
Price me and stand me, sell me and send me
THE WAYS YOU MAKE LOVE (techno-noisy) Minori, IT 8 April 2001
I love the ways you make love / so noisily, so bloodily
With machine guns and rifle grenades and claymore mines
Leaving chopped bodies decorating the plazas
Our passions they rise, their juices they flow
Our passions they rise, their juices they flow
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I love the ways you make love / so noisily, so carefully
Using all the latest tools of the trade
State-of-the-art gleaming machine perfection
Our passions they rise, their gears they mesh
Our passions they rise, their gears they mesh
--
I love the ways you make love / so noisily, so academically
Software precision and interactive simulation
The orgasms texture-mapped onto your skin
Our passions they rise, our algorithms flow
Our passions they rise, our algorithms flow
Our passions they rise, our algorithms flow
Our passions they rise, our algorithms flow
CURRENTS OF BLOOD AND FIRE (wavesounds & reggae) Minori, IT 8 April 2001
Clouds scud in on the morning wind off the Mare Tirreno
We're twitching and moaning with lemon tree litter
Under our backs, our knees, in our hair
--
The textures of hill and swell and stratus smoothly merge
Choppy here, frothy there, whipping around
Like lovers contorted in spasms of light
--
Wind blowing faster, we're moving faster, pressing always
Birds dart around, lizards too, fish swim desperate
All trying to evade the inescapable
--
We're prey and predators, feeders and fodder, recycled
Shadows on our skins as storm clouds move in
Rain to wash more than our sweat away
--
The pathways give choices: up to exhaustion, exhilaration
Or down to the towns, shops, sea, oblivion
Or across to more paths, yet more choices
--
The rhythms continue on currents of blood and fire
Blood and fire, blood and fire, blood and fire...
[repeat & fade]
LOST IN A WORLD WE NEVER MADE (slow dreamy techno) Minori, IT 9 April 2001
A snapping in the air of insect wings and hidden things
A snapshot faded to the sepia of cockroach wings
--
[chorus:] Lost in a world we never made
Ya we're lost in a world we never made
--
A quick blast from a broken freezer, escaping freon
Moths battering themselves to death against the neon [chorus]
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Crackling footsteps in the dark like running on Fritos
Old servo-motors whining like over-amped mosquitoes [chorus]
--
Behind your eyes, the burning of ancient electrical fires
Overhead, the Zeppelin docks, the mad crystal spires [chorus]
SLEEPING, BREATHING Villamena (Minori), IT 14 April 2001
I've been walking in my sleep, sleeping in my waking dreams
Dreaming in my fevered walks, talking in my fever dreams
--
[chorus:]
Sleeping through a waking death, breathing with a fevered breath
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I've been drowning in the air, swimming in a flood of air
Worshipping the dream of air, worshipping with care [chorus]
--
Every step and every fall, every breath and every gasp
Dreaming with the very first, living with the very last [chorus]
--
I am walking slower now, I am dreaming slower now
I am breathing slower now, I am living slower now [chorus]
--
[instrumental]
And ants dance on everything
ALL ON A GOOD FRIDAY EASTER (slow, with drum) Minori, IT 14 April 2001
Come carry the fallen saviour (but if He's a god then how can he die?)
Come carry the fallen saviour, all on a Good Friday
--
Come walk the torch-lit streets (but where does the light go when it's gone?)
Come walk the torch-lit streets, all on a Good Friday
--
Come robe yourself, sing and cry (but who are you when your face is hooded?)
Come robe yourself, sing and cry, all on a Good Friday
--
Come carry Mary, mother of God (but who are the mother's mothers' mothers?)
Come carry Mary, mother of God, all on a Good Friday
--
Come dress your children in angel wings (but what messages to these angels carry?)
Come dress your children in angel wings, all on a Good Friday
--
Come blow your horn, come beat your drum (but where is your music when you die?)
Come blow your horn, come beat your drum, all on a Good Friday
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Come march with all the good people (but what other roles do you take?)
Come march with all the good people, all on a Good Friday
--
Come carry the fallen saviour (but if He's a god then how can he die?)
Come carry the fallen saviour, all on a Good Friday
[fade]
EASTER COMES BUT ONCE A YEAR EASTER (lively rappish) Minori, IT 14 April 2001
Let's celebrate Easter in a festive way
Dress in costume, kill a Jew
[chorus:] Doo-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah, dah, dit-dit-dit
--
Let's celebrate Easter in traditional ways
Wail and pray, burn some stuff [chorus]
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Let's celebrate Ishtar with fertility rites
Weave the corn, watch the port [chorus]
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Let's celebrate Death and call it Life
Eternal sacrifice, or whatever [chorus]
--
Let's celebrate Spring in the usual way
Head out for a spring vacation [chorus]
--
Easter comes but once a year
So we better make out while the bunny's hopping [chorus]
--
Let's celebrate Easter in a festive way
Dress in costume, kill a Jew; Dress in costume, kill a Jew
Dress in costume, kill a Jew; Dress in costume, kill a Jew
Dress in costume, kill a Jew [chorus]
HOLY FLYING SAUCERS, BATMAN! EASTER Villamena (Minori), IT 14 April 2001
Let us now worship some extraterrestrials
Jehovah was not of this Earth
Jesus was not of this Earth
The Virgin Mary, well, what can you say?
--
Let us now worship celestial lights
Powers from up in the sky
Elijah rose into the sky
Jesus rose into the sky, they say
--
[break:] God arrives in a flying saucer
Ezekial witnessed a flying saucer
Mary had a real close encounter
Closer encounter, closest encounter
--
The sky gods are always strongest
Rama and Krishna last the longest
Isis, Osiris, O what a songfest
Quetzlcoatl flies high, they say
--
Holy Flying Saucers, Batman!
Holy Flying Saucers, Batman!
Holy Flying Saucers, Batman! [fade]
BLUE, RED, BLACK EASTER (bluesy-ballsy) Minori, IT 17 April 2001
Blue lights at the edge of town, blue lights 'round the Virgin's head
Eagles fly beneath her feet, blue lights at the edge of town
--
Red lights down the darkened streets, red lights on the crucifix
White robes and a shadow song, red lights down the darkened streets
--
[break:]
Where's it gonna take you? How's it gonna take you?
When's it gonna take you? [instrumental fantasia]
--
Black lights at the edge of day, black lights 'round the smoky cloud
Someone's carrying the shroud, black lights at the edge of day
Black lights at the edge of day, black lights at the edge of day...
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