Crime

by Anchoress

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released February 4, 2014

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Track Name: Disaster Porn
I know how this ends,
Our bright shining moment:
We’ll watch the fire from the hillside,
Lying on our backs in the moonlight.

It didn’t start crazy but here we are.
She didn’t touch the moon just to laugh at the stars.
She built her crown of glass with her own hands,
Piece by piece, as a tribute to Romance.
The tesserae tiara atop a tear stained face and
All the broken mirrors he raged back into sand
Are calling all your bluffs, and they'll be winning every hand
Until you finally understand: you're not a number, but a man.

She kissed the stars to sleep
Walking alone down the moonless street.
He lit great fires in the night
Howling his hate at the empty sky.
We’re the scale on which they stand
Judging the weight of their endless plans.

Each day is spent in struggle between
Two opposing polarities.
Build up, break down. She smiles, he frowns.
Set fire, regrow. This is all we know.

It took us this long to get here.
It took us this long to get here.
And in a beat, it’s all gone right back to where it was.
And we break old ground, till the soil with the ashes of the past.

Build up your cites, and watch them fall down.
Build up your lives, and watch them fall down

And on the TV, we’re watching them burn.

It didn’t start crazy but here we are,
We’ve broken every light so we can finally see the stars.
She built her crown of glass with her own hands,
With string and mud, to hold her hopes and plans.

Build up, break down. She smiles, he frowns.
Set fire, regrow. This is all we know.
Track Name: Fangs
I live in fear of the Lizard Lounge,
We went in there but you never came out,
Crossed the threshold and your blood went cold,
You sprouted those claws and you scratched yourself raw.

They've bitten me before,
And I know they’ll strike again.

I live in fear of the Snake Saloon,
And the look in your eyes when you swore you’d touch the moon.

Smoke and allergens,
Pills and skeletons.

You shake, shake, shake shake pretty mama,
Don't you know where you are?
You shake, shake, shake shake pretty baby,
Pretty please don’t stray too far.

With that fang in your arm and the venom in your veins,
Words dribble down your chin with the drool for days and days.
“Where am I?” Came the reply: “Where the young come to die.”
She shook, lying there on the floor. I've never been that scared before.
Track Name: Break the Dam, Release the River
Yeah, I’d sure be sad to see it go.
The whole world erupting would put on quite a show.
After so many questions, I guess we’d finally know,
At least I’ll get to say that I told you so.

Not a question of “if” but “when”.
We can breathe again, because the last wave missed us.
It’s just a matter of time, they say,
With one eye on the bay, while fires rage from Mumbai to Texas.

Though we can’t stop living for fear of “what ifs”,
We can still make ready while the storm is out at sea.
Or say fuck all that and fuck you all because I got mine, right?
Oh Stephen, how you’ve failed us all.
Like a guard dog howling at lights passing in the night
While thieves break in through the back, you’re missing the point.

Not a question of “if” but “when”.
We can breathe again, because the last wave missed us.
It’s just a matter of time, they say,
With one eye on the bay, while fires rage from Mumbai to Texas.
Track Name: The Last Sailing of the Miskatonic Mariner
We set out at dawn
Aboard the Miskatonic Mariner
To reveal the mysteries of
A strange phenomenon.

Local fishermen raving of a “wall on the water”
Set the town in a tizzy. Amid the uproar,
The Mayor has requested that the University,
We men of learning, send a team to ascertain
The nature of this structure, where it came from,
And what can be done about it.

The March of Science, moving ever onward:
Every Question has an Answer,
And every Answer brings more Questions and
On and on; a good scientist never sleeps.

To whit, verily I stand,
Gazing upon a great Question
Growing from the ocean like a
Twisted spine of black needles.

We set to work; in the name of Science!
First, building temporary laboratory structures
On the surface of the nearest needle towers
While the Mariner anchors below us.

We began on the next dawn
Studying the ominous obelisks.
Fascinating; frustrating, in their
Utterly alien nature.
But when we returned
At the end of the day,
Everyone was gone. Ghosts and skin
On the Miskatonic Mariner.

We sought after any sign
To explain the missing crew,
But found nothing save for drifts of dust
On everything not sheathed in slime.

A manic, inhuman howl rent the air
As we were knocked from our feet
When something struck the Mariner.
We could only flee to the safety of our labs.

I was the last to escape and
When I turned back, I saw a Question of
Teeth and tentacles that cannot be Answered.
The world began to shake.

I watched the ocean fall away beneath us.
We did it all in the name of Science.
What once a tower, now a bridge.

I looked up into the sky,
And saw it staring back at me.
Track Name: Curtain Call
It’s sundown in the city of slums
And damned if it ain’t the best pile
Of bricks and shit this side of Mos Eisley.
Yeah, this is my place. So what?
Where the fuck are you from?

This is the rock and roll dream come true.
Wake up alone to the streetlights shining on the grime on the walls.
Don’t ask me where I’ve been because I never can really recall.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m a fucking party coming through.

Hey driver, let me off somewhere,
I think this is where I’m supposed to be.

I’ll be the last man standing
Because I am the heart of this city.

Oh tally-ho, tally-ho! God bless these neon lights,
The polluted air; these “No Parking” signs.
I love this room, I love these walls, I love how no one laughs at all.
This is the way it is, because this is the way it’s always been.

Yes, I call it Heaven; others call it Sin.

Have you met my friend, Whiskey?
She’s the only one here who gets me.
My constant companion; she’s crafty:
She’s always trying to whisk me off my feet.

When you’ve got no where else, you’re welcome here.
Pull up a seat, grab a drink, we’ll swap stories.
I’ll be the only one to meet your eyes.
So come down to the city of slums,
The room may change, but the smell is the same.
It’s time to settle in for the night.
Drink up, drink up, my friends because
This is living the goddamn dream.

Back in the cab, I close my eyes.
And if I see the sun when I wake
I know (I know) I know it’s curtains for me.
I know (I know) I know it’s curtains for me.
Track Name: The Rumrunner Blues
Front page on the midsummer news,
I got the rumrunner blues.

When the night falls:
Make a break for American waters.
Make a break for American fathers.
The Coast Guard follows:
Shots fired puttin' holes in the deck.
Shots fired, shots fired puttin' holes in the deck.

Late night, summer 1930;
Prohibition empties all the Stateside cities.
Make way, come sundown:
Set a course for Puget Sound.

Long, grey speedboat; sitting low.
Run quiet, run dark, run fast enough and they'll never notice, we were gone.

Half way there, things go wrong, with the gunshot song.
A cutter hits the lights, and we're off in flight.
The time for stealth is gone, kick it into full throttle.
As the bullets zip by take a swig from the bottle.

Mother fucker, I'm the fastest in the West.
I'm gonna make you work for that badge on your chest.
You can't stop me, you'll never win this battle.
I'm taking this rum straight to downtown Seattle.

When the night falls:
Make a break for American waters.
Make a break for American fathers.
The Coast Guard follows:
Shots fired puttin’ holes in the deck.
Shots fired, shots fired puttin’ holes in the deck.

Rumrunner.

Mother fucker, I'm the best in the West.
You'll never earn that badge on your chest.
Trying to catch me? Son, you wish you could.
I swear, sometimes it hurts to be this good.

I got the rumrunner blues.