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THE BLACK SEA
Have you never been woken and in time set free to walk a mile on the ocean of a dark black sea? I’ve never been beholden to kings and queens. But now I got the notion to get set free. To get set free. Out upon the ocean of a dark black sea. Now I got the notion to get set free. To get set free.

THE DARKER SIDE OF ME.
Where has my love gone? Where can it be? Traipsing off into the dark, dark. Too way damn far to see. Where has my love gone? Where can it be? Close enough to touch the end-all? Too way damn far to dream. The time has come to see just where it all may lead. So don’t you come to grieve on the darker side of me. The darker side of me. Where has my god gone? Where can he be? Traipsing off into the dark, dark? Too way damn for to see. Where has my god gone? Where can he be? Coming around to get me one more? Too way damn far to dream. The darker side of me. Way down, way down to the darker side of me.

HOW TO KILL A HORSE
Deep in the warm, driving rain, there’s a shadow that all men can claim. So come to me slowly and lay. I got a horse to kill. Can you help me bind his reins? Deep in the ruins of shame, where only dogs dust, dust, and fools shall remain. I kicked and cracked my heel to find a vein. To beget a tear and yet be gone away. I got a horse to kill. Can you help me bind his reins? I got a horse to kill that no man can break. Deep in the dogma of dreams, where only fog, fate, and fool shall remain. Some say the evil will wane. To beget a fear and yet be gone away. I got a horse to kill can you help me bind his reins. I got a horse to kill that no man can break. No man can break. They say no man can break. No man can break. You know a man can break.

JUDGMENT DAY.
On Judgment. On Judgment Day. St. John of Revelations. Tales of holy war. One that may have started before we were born. Prophets see the future writ in kingdoms of stone. But ain’t none of them know which way the gavel’s going to fall on Judgment Day. On Judgment Day. Ashes to ashes. Dust to the dust of all. Some will walk on water while others tend to crawl. The signs above are heaven sent. Some come from below. If you’re going to meet the devil, man, don’t wait for the governor’s call on Judgment Day. On Judgment Day. Where will you stand on Judgment day?

POOR MOMMA CHILD.
Where you going? Where you trying to hide? Two troubled kids. Maybe got one more inside. You got them modern ways. You know they ain’t right. This ain’t no kind of place for a poor momma child. God help that poor momma. God help that poor momma child. Momma child. Lord, Lord, Lord, poor momma child. Now they got you scream and crying. Where you going? What you trying to find? Man done led you astray. Now you got to get sanctified. He got them modern ways. You know they ain’t right. This ain’t no kind of place. For a poor momma child.

O’DARK30. (instrumental)


WEHYAH.
You know I’ve walked a twisted mile where even fools, they don’t want to go. From the gut of a Glasgow shrine where even preachers can’t find a soul. Where even schemers can’t get a roll. Where even dead men don’t want to know. Talkin’ why. Wehyah-oo-wehyah-om. Wehyah-oo-wehyah-om. Wehyah-oo-wehyah-om. Wehyah-oo-wehyah. You know I’ve walked a twisted mile of every stripe of every sickening hole. From the bottom of a Brixton mine, I heard the cry of her lost soul. You know this world is cut full of crime. I even failed my punk rock & roll. Talkin’ why. Wehyah-oo-wehyah-om. Wehyah-oo-wehyah-om. Wehyah-oo-wehyah-om. Wehyah-oo-wehyah.

CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER
I’m a crazy motherfucker, walking up your street. Craziest fucker that you ever seen. I’m crazy motherfucker, walking up your street. Craziest fucker that you’ll ever meet. Yeah, I’m a crazy motherfucker, walking up your street. Got a duct tape suit and some tater sack jeans. I’m crazy motherfucker, walking up your street. Koo-koo bugging eyes like some egg fried beans. Craziest fucker that you’ll ever meet. You got to give me back the pain. You got me crawling on my knees. You got me begging in the street. You got to give me back the pain. There comes a time when a man might lose his shit in his mind, then start acting a little crazy. Maybe his daddy dropped him on the head as a baby. Maybe a crazy woman left him and it turned his brain to gravy. Yeah, I’m feeling a little crazy. Like spitting on a toenail and chewing on a daisy. You know, some of these motherfuckers will make you feel so crazy. You got to give me back the pain. Yeah, I’m a crazy motherfucker.

THE RIVER
Yesterday’s tomorrow as tomorrow is today. The day after the next one so little seems to change. You might milk an empty feeling and the sorrow that it brings. A circle in the meaning. Don’t know who or what to blame. Someday, someway, the river knows something you don’t. Yesterday’s tomorrow as tomorrow is today. And the year after the next one so little seems to change. The first, the last, the leaders, the lost along the way. The trouble up in between us. Got to bend before you break. Someday, someway, the river knows something you don’t. Yesterday’s tomorrow as tomorrow is today. One day after the next one so little seems to change. And you might find the mind to keep on, keeping long the way. Another mile to dream on. Dreaming just the same. Someday, someway, the river knows something you don’t. Yeah, the river knows something you don’t. You don’t. You don’t. Someway you don’t. The river knows something you don’t.

LAST MAN OUT OF BABYLON.
Dreaming within a dream. Falling even further. Screaming in to scream. The buckshot stars of sand fall upon my head. No man or woman round will part me from the end. I’m the last man out of Babylon. Racing through the salt and stone and the pillars along the plain. Yeah, I’m the last man out of Babylon. Burning as the day is long. Trying to find a way. Crawling through the pantomime parade. Sinking even further to a world without a trace. Got a number for the damned. And a prayer for the lame. A curse upon the land from the flower to the flame. I’m the last man out of Babylon.