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Rating: A house without being a home... all white... whitest like nothingness...
A little girl with big eyes is dressed in white too...
Exaggeratedly big... maybe it's not normal...
She stares at me motionless... doesn't smile but makes me smile...
Actually no, she seems sad... doesn't speak... maybe she's not real... maybe neither am I
...but she's probably more real than I could ever strive to be.
In her hands she holds a sunflower torn from the earth... fake? No, it's dead... am I dreaming?
I'm confused... where am I? A sign up high says Anguille - Bellissimo Mostro.
I ask her who she is... she doesn't respond... but I listen anyway and... there's something, something I do hear...
A small piano melody comes from another room...
I enter... an old ruined vinyl record spins but only to make noise... scrthscsrhcsrhhschsrhcs... scrthscsrhcsrhhschsrhcs... scrthscsrhcsrhhschsrhcs...
On the ground, a boy with glasses leaning over the piano... without taking his eyes off the keys, whispers in a hoarse voice...Life is hard... and so am I... you'd better give me something... so I won't die... novocaine for the soul before I turn to dust...
I look out the window... children are shouting... what's happening at Susan's house? ...Well... nothing extraordinary, but beyond a fence, a crazy old lady breaks bottles on the sidewalk where two years before her house burned down... but people say she wasn't really crazy
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I stare at him bewildered... but he carries on... and strums an arpeggio on an electric guitar...There's a spider crawling on the bathroom mirror... right above my right eye and I can't stop staring at it
...and so he explodes his distorted anger filling the whole room with delightful noise...
He stops... returns to the piano and lights a red candle... and at this point I sit down on the ground too... That girl with the big eyes enters crawling... he smiles at her and gently caresses her...You're such a beautiful freak... a freak of nature... I wish there were more like you... because you're not like the others... that's why I love you... Some think you have a problem... but that problem is only inside them... just because you're not like the others
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I smile too... chills seize me... she is just so...
Don't you ever leave this house? – I ask him – There's a world out there, I know because I heard it in my sweetest dream... I'd like to go for a ride... but I don't think I'm ready yet
.But... me and my beloved freak always go around together... we wear a four-sleeved raincoat that suits any kind of weather
...
But where have I ended up? Who is this madman? I keep asking myself since I came in...
He puts down the electric guitar and picks up the acoustic one while a choir of angels accompanies him in his personal prayer...It’s such a great world God... and I am ugly and small... every day they rain down on me... a flower in a hailstorm...
He looks at me... now it seems he's mad at me... maybe he's mistaken me for someone else...Are you one of those beautiful people? Am I on the wrong side? Sometimes it feels like I'm made of eggshells and it seems I'll break... everyone needs someone, everyone needs to find someone to love, but I don't know if you know what I mean... because I never make it onto your list
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Now he’s really out of it, turns on the TV, plugs in the guitar to the amp and screams at the top of his lungs about the falsehood...Another host on TV... has that lost and empty look in his eyes... I change the channel but nothing changes... the only truth is that everything is false
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Maybe it's better if I leave... - I think – but suddenly he calms down and returns to the piano with his hoarse voice...One day the world will be ready for you... and they will wonder why they never saw you... I will walk the earth with your name on my tongue and your picture etched into my screen
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I'm not sure who he was referring to... but at least he’s regained his sarcastic smile...This could be your lucky day in hell... you never know who might be at the door
In the end, as I'm about to leave, a message from the answering machine... it's a love message...Hold me in your arms... and let me be the one... who can feel like a child in love
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Whether it was a dream or not, I visited the home of Mark Oliver Everett.
If you want to go too, don't wait for his invitation... he's quite a reserved type, visit him whenever you like... his house is small but cozy, and even if he might seem crazy to you, he’s really just a beautiful freak.
Whether it was a dream or not, I visited the home of Mark Oliver Everett but never left home...
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Novocaine for the Soul (03:08)
Life is hard, and so am I
You'd better give me something, so I don't die
Novocaine for the soul
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Life is white and I am black
Jesus and his lawyer are coming back
Oh my darling, will you be here
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Guess who's living here, with the great undead
This paint-by-numbers life is fucking with my head
Once again
Life is good and I feel great
'Cause mother says I was a great mistake
Novocaine for the soul
You'd better give me something to fill the hole
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
02 Susan's House (03:43)
Goin' over to susan's house
Walking south down baxter street
Nothin hidin' behind this picket fence
There's a crazy old woman smashing bottles
on the sidewalk where her house burnt down 2 years ago
people say back then she really wasn't that crazy
goin' over to susan's house
goin' over to susans house
i can't be alone tonight
down by the donut prince a 15 year old boy
lies on the sidewalk with a bullet in his forehead
in a final act of indignity the paramedics take off all his clothes
for the whole world to see while they put him in the bag
meanwhile an old couple argues inside the queen bee
the sick flourescent light shimmering on their skin
goin over to susan's house
goin over to susan's house
she's gonna make it right
take a left down echo park
a kid asked do i want some crack
tv sets are spewing baywatch
through the windows into black
here comes a girl with long brown hair
who cant be more than 17
she sucks on a red popsicle
while she pushes a baby girl in a pink carriage
and im thinking that must be her sister
that must be her sister right?
they go into the 7-eleven
and i keep walking
and i keep walking
goin over to susan's house
goin over to susan's house
i can't be alone to night
goin over to susan's house
03 Rags to Rags (03:53)
There's a spider crawling
On the bathroom mirror
Right on top of my right eye
And I can't stop staring back
How did I get this way?
Take a big look at a living lie
Rags to rags and rust to rust
How do you stand when you've been crushed?
So rags to riches was a bust
Sometimes I dream about it
What it's like back home
The railroad tracks and the pussy willow
But I had to leave it
And I go back
Whenever my tired head hits the pillow
Rags to rags and rust to rust
How do you stand when you've been crushed
So rags to riches was a bust
Busted once again
But I'll show them one day
That I can buy and sell the world
And one day I'll come through
My American dream
But it won't mean a fuckin' thing
Rags to rags and rust to rust
How do you stand when you've been crushed?
So rags to rags and rust to rust
Don't let me go
Rags to rags and rust to rust
Don't let me go
Rags to rags and rust to rust
Don't let me go
06 My Beloved Monster (02:13)
My beloved monster and me
We go everywhere together
Wearing a raincoat that has four sleeves
Gets us through all kinds of weather
She will always be the only thing
That comes between me and the awful sting
That comes from livin' in a a world that's so damn mean
My beloving monster she's tough
If she wants she will disrobe you
But if you lay her down for a kiss
Her little heart it could explode
She will always be the only thing
That comes between me and the awful sting
That comes from livin' in a world that's so damn mean
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
07 Flower (03:38)
Turn the ugly light off, God
Wanna feel the night
Every day it shines down on me
Don't you think that I see
Don't you think that I see
What it's all about
Hard to look the other way
While the world passes me by
And everyone is trying to bum me out
It's a pretty big world, God
And I am awful small
Every day they rain down on me
Flower in a hailstorm
Flower in a hailstorm
I'm livin' for the drought
I could throw it back at them
But then I'd play their game
Everyone is trying to bum me out
When I came into this world they slapped me
And every day since then I'm slapped again
Tomorrow's king, an unsightly coward
You see, I know I'm gonna win
Turn the ugly light off, God
Don't wanna see my face
Every day it will betray me
Don't you think that I know
Don't you think that I know
What they're talking about
If they step on me tonight
they're gonna pay someday
Everyone is trying to bum me out
Mmmmmmmm
Mmmmmmmmmmm
08 Guest List (03:13)
Are you one of the beautiful people?
Is my name on the list?
Wanna be of the beautiful people
Wanna feel like I'm missed
Hey you, with the walkie-talkie
I know my clothes are not right
I wish I had my own walkie-talkie
That reached to god every night
Everyone needs to be somebody
Everyone needs to find someone who cares
But I don't know if you know what I mean cause I'm
Never on your list
Are you one of the beautiful people?
Am I on the wrong track?
Sometimes it feels like I'm made of egg shell
It feels like I'm gonna crack
Everyone needs to be somebody
Everyone needs to find someone who cares
But I don't know if you know what I mean 'cause I'm
Never on your list
I'm never on your list
I'm never on your list
10 Spunky (03:11)
Spunky don't like her uniform
It never fit so good
Goin' back to the orphanage
And the place where her garage once stood
Well it's a free for all
free for all
free for all
It's a free for all
You and me
And if you don't like what they're telling you
You can't teach a blind man to see
Well I can see
Spunky looks good in her bright red wig
Eating chocolate-chip mint ice cream
A cat named Lola with a violent past
Is balled up asleep 'cross her knees
And it's a free for all
Free for all
Free for all
It's a free for all
You and me
One day the world will be ready for you
And wonder how they didn't see
Spunky knows she can save the world
In her own little way
Turning in her old uniform
'Cause you know, it really didn't pay
'Cause it's a free for all
Free for all
Free for all
It's a free for all
You and me
I walk through the world with your name on my tongue
And your picture etched on my screen
11 Your Lucky Day in Hell (04:28)
Mama gripped onto the milkman's hand
And then she finally gave birth
Years go by, still I don't know
Who shall inherit this earth
And no one will know my name until it's on the stone
This could be your lucky day... in hell
Never know who it might be at your doorbell
This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell
Waking up with an ugly face
Winston Churchill in drag
Looking for new maternal embrace
Another tired old gag
Am I just a walking bag of chewed up dust and bones?
This could be your lucky day... in hell
Never know who it might be at your doorbell
This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell
Father Theresa, you can't make me into you
I never wanna be like you
Why can't you see, it's me
You know it's time to let me go
This could be your lucky day... in hell
Never know who it might be at your doorbell
This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell... in hell...
This could be your lucky day... in hell
Never know who it might be at your door bell... in hell
This could be your lucky day... in hell... in hell... in hell... in hell...
12 Manchild (04:05)
and every time you crave for me i'm, here
and anything you hunger for i'll share
and i will be quietly standing by
while slowly i am dying inside
hold me in your arms
and let me be the one who can feel
like i am a child in love
every time i talk to you you're down
and every time you need a laugh i'm around
and when you forget i'm here i'm not
it isn't really me that you forgot
hold me in your arms
and let me be the one who can feel
like i am a child in love
whisper now
and tell me how you'll watch me
and tell me somehow i'm gonna be alright
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By ilfreddo
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