Concentration

Self Titled Lyrics

Burn Like Brilliant Trash (at Jackie's Funeral) 

Whispered ravens stab rhythm and blues 
kick off your flares and platform shoes and 
burn like brilliant trash at Jackie's funeral 
This machine has gone insane 
we're powered up power slaves 
so we burn like brilliant trash at Jackie's funeral 
White House rapist soul disease 
invested with godlike authority 
light 'em up do as you please 
and burn like brilliant trash (eternity) 
Where is now your American dream 
I saw him down on the street pimping 
not for sale at any price 
fisher king do what you like 

I supplied the molten lead in Jackie's lifelike dream 
I survived while Ruby died in Jackie's trashy fantasy 
and we burn 
and we burn 
and we burn 

Slippery angels gone astray 
holy man what can you say 
I pledge allegiance to this array of insanity destruction and decay 
Uzi merciless girl 
where do you land the man of this world 
we're stripped down to bleeding and dying 
or scrawling on walls meaningless words 

Cicciolina 

You said everything revolves around a certain principal 
You said everything depends upon our understanding of the political 

My Cicciolina everything is physical 
My Cicciolina everything's political 

You're the butterfly goddess floating down 
streams of love's jetting sperm fountains 
Everyone wants to consume you Cicciolina 
Why should I be any different? 

My Cicciolina everything is physical 
My Cicciolina you fill me with a boa constrictor love 
love like a fire 
love like a flame 
But you eliminate 
There she goes again floating down those lovely streams of 
those lovely streams of 

My Cicciolina everything is physical 
it's all political 
My Cicciolina 

Rite of Shiva 

Tantric sex magick 
fill the hole in my soul 
Tragic nymphonic 
she got no place to go 
I pull the soul trigger 
jaw chainsaw 
goddess or believer 

roll in the grass with a green-eyed Lolita 
I do the rite of Shiva 

I'm sitting here petrified 
the car-crash collide 
collapse collide 
as I look into her liquid eyes 
angels kill your appetite 
for little girls with expanded minds 
and I realized I'd lost my lines when I looked into 
into her eyes 
I pull the soul trigger 
saw her face now I'm a believer 

roll in the grass with a green-eyed Lolita 
I do the rite of Shiva 

headache under wiretap 
daybreak's disdain 
luxuriating politicos 
cry fox mother's gone insane 
with a dentist's drill 
and a diet pill 
sugar for the junkie makes the mother kill 
treacherous virgin 
virtuous thief 
the hearts of machines all pound when you breathe


Lipstick 66 

You're turning 
I think you're really turning now 
you're moving under the clouds in a Dior gown 
You're moving 
I think you're really moving now 
you're spinning out of control on the ground 
It tears in the morning 
it tears at the face that hides what you've become 

Just lipstick 66 
cold hands moving 
walking with the upright beasts of your choosing 
Golden thread 
I sold my soul for a bit of that golden thread 
I sold my soul for a kiss of that 66 

Your midwestern smile of cool haystack autonomy 
smash into the stare of the silent economy 
it tears in the evening 
it stares at you from the bathroom mirror at night 

Lipstick 66 
everyone's staring 
watching for the cue to destroy what you're wearing 
Golden thread 
I sold my soul for a bit of that golden thread 
I sold my soul for a kiss of that 66 

X-Insurrection 

Will god help us when America burns 
we're vicious creatures and we're all taking turns 
will god help us when the insurrection rages 
we've got a drug 
we're burning pages of love 
(the dead desire fertility 
stolen from a distant scene 
and all your drugs and your machines 
can't save you now 
we will invoke forgotten names 
smash the sets of our hurricanes 
and when we reach the living end 
we will begin again) 

will god help us when America burns 
we're vicious creatures and we're all taking turns 
will god help us when the insurrection rages 
we've got a drug 
we're burning pages of love 

Content 

This song has content 
this song's gonna change your world 
this song has content 
this song's gonna change your world 
This song has content 
this song's gonna change your life 


Weatherman 

Get off 
the streets rise from the pressure and burst out laughing 
get off 
where the cops all wear leather eyes amphetamine stares 

bleed kid 
get off the street kid 
everybody knows it's going to explode 
bleed kid 
get off the street kid 
everybody knows it's all wired 
it's all wired 

Weatherman 
you think it over 
you've got a moment's respite 
Weatherman 
get it over 
infiltrate your inside 

There was a film there was a nightmare 
Cielo drive up on the right there 
some people say the weather's no different from what we had yesterday 
but there's a house on a hill 
where the children all kill their playthings and plant them 
like barrels of toxic hatred 

bleed kid 
get off the street kid 
everybody knows it's going to explode 
bleed kid 
get off the street kid 
everybody knows it's all wired 
it's all wired 

Weatherman 
you get it over 
we penetrate your disguise 
Weatherman get it over 
twist the fork in her spine 
bleed kid 
get off the street kid 

Terminal City 

Divine the killing 
sublime terrorist 
gentle gnasher 
we are alone 
we are wired together 
we are alone 
we are wired together 
uptight in terminal city 
fucked up in terminal city 
When I lower my stare 
pure creature of electric air becoming totally impaired 
it's like sex without motion 
fellow sleepers of the common dream 
the one injected by the ancient screen 
fucked up in terminal city 
uptight in terminal city 
recrush 
toothbrush 
she wore a feline flower face 
he wanted to consume her 
knew it was impossible 
paper girls always drive into this place 
uptight in terminal city 
wired 
when I turn on 
when I tune in 
will I dropout 
will I drop out 

Number Nine 

Fell through the hole in the god's eye 
fell on through to the underside 
come along for the landslide 
come along for the joyride