Soundtracks for the Blind LP

Testing...one, two, three.

Well...well fuck, I mean; I just don't know what to say. I'm very glad to be here with you tonight, I'll be able to talk to you about some things...that I know a great deal about. Everyone knows that you are fucked up. And everyone knows that I am fucked up. But, does everyone know that you are more fucked up than me? Well, I know that. And you know that. But our purpose is to tell everyone that.

Take for instance, the time you went to the bathroom, to take a shower. You had some soap, a towel, shampoo, washcloth, a brush, everything was set. But you had to call me to come turn on the water for you. You didn't know where or how. That is one instance of how fucked up you are.

A second instance of how fucked up your are: You was going to cook you some breakfast. Well you went in there, and put some toast in the toaster, put a skillet on the stove, put some grease in it. You got you some eggs out, some bacon. Poured you some orange juice and some coffee. Got some jelly and some butter. Fried eggs, salt, pepper, got some bacon on the grill. Everything was fine - except for one thing. You had to call in there...to show you how to use a fork.

Now a third instance; the way you're fucked up. You got dressed, ready to go to school. Everything was fine - got outside, got in your car. Key in the ignition. Except for one thing. You had to call me to come show you.


Now you be the mother,
And I'll be your fool,
I'll hide myself deep inside,
Your crimson pool.
The muddy water runs,
Beneath your folds,
You won't let me breathe,
You won't let me go.
Now you be the stranger,
And I'll be the white-skinned son,
You'll blacken my innocence,
With sugar and opium...
The children were suffocating,
Down in your damp cave,
And you were the mother,
And I was the sleeping slave.
Protect me from violence,
Hold me in your cool lips,
You drug me with kindness,
So I can pretend I exist.
Now you be the oly child,
I'll suck on your breast,
You'll feed me with gasoline,
I'll burn my name in your head.






I saw a white finger on a barbed wire fence.
I knew it was dangerous, but I took the risk.
And yes it was sweet, so sweet to eat.
Now see how the flesh is pricked, and bleeds.
Yeah, it bleeds, it bleeds, see how it bleeds...
I saw a little baby crawling down the street.
I said hey come over here baby, you look good enough to eat.
I said come over here dear, you know what I'll do.
Well I'll make you my mirror of the things that I chew.
Little yum-yab.
Little yum-yab.
We are the wild.
We are the risk.
Come little yum-yab.
Come slash your wrist.
We are the wild.
We are the risk.
Come little yum-yab.
Gimme a kiss.
Now blow your brains out.
I'll blow your brains out.




Your lipstick smear across your face,
Now toss your hair in dirty grace.
Pink leather strap on your guitar,
Now spread your legs - how bright you are.
Mmmmmm,
They all know your name, Collie,
Claw your way to fame...
There's a star in her eyes and she knows it,
There's a star in her mind year she shows it,
There's a star in her eyes and she knows it,
A star in her mind yeah she grows it...
And every evening the sun comes up when she goes down,
And every evening the mud fills up her bridal gown.
The little girl inside of you,
Has made her dreams come true.
And tonight you take the stage.
You wear a dress of blood and lace.
You left a stain where you have kneeled
But Collie, you're still invisible...
Your lipstick smear across your face,
Now toss your hair in dirty grace.
Pink leather strap on your guitar,
Now spread your legs just like a star...
And I'd like to eat her breasts and know God,
And I'd like to taste her flesh and grow hard,
And I'd like to eat her breasts and grow God,
And I'd like to suck her breath and blow hot...




I see them all lined up, like naked children at the wall.
Their skin is hanging off in sheets. Each face is painted like a whore.
Their blood is shining in the sun. Their wounds are powdered with white salt.
Their lips are shaping silent words: I see my name as it spills out.
I see them walking on their knees, led in a chain by laughing girls.
I see them sucking on the dirt, as if inhaling the whole world.
And one by one their throats are cut, and each one sings his choking song.
And each one sings his lullaby, and each one falls and then he's gone.
And I feel good. Yeah, I feel fine.
And I feel good: I've been waiting far too long...
I see their bodies in the pyre, leaking black smoke into the flames.
And all the people stand around, shaping lips into my name.
And soon the sun begins to sink, behind a wall of dirty air.
I see their bones there in the pile, and taste the smell of burning hair.
And all the children howl for milk. The rain spits down a million knives.
I see you running through the field. I see you running for your useless life.
I feel you choking on your tongue, I feel your breath attack your chest.
The dogs are ripping at your feet. I see you bleeding out your happiness.
And I feel good, yeah I feel fine.
And I feel good: I finally got back what was always, rightfully, mine.






Somewhere, through the frozen fields,
Somewhere, beneath your pale and tender skin,
Lies a house, absorbing fear and pain -
Solar, Red, Contained -
And feeding on my dreams.
Somewhere cold, inside the optic wire,
Down where fingers and semen crack and bleed -
There I will be, with my arms spread out and broken,
Waiting for your breath, to animate my veins.
We're not alone: All our thoughts are numbered -
Malignant and cold, animal and hungry.
But I will contain all that ever was or will be,
Then I'll watch my skin erupt, in a symphony of flames -
Screaming out your name, screaming out your name...
Why can't I hide inside your halleable, electric face?
You'd suck away the pain, and swallow down my sickest dreams.
Now my body fgeels like snow, spilling out the shattered screen -
Where will we be then, when all the fear and blood are gone,
Drained into one hundred million open children's mouths -
Screaming out your name,
Screaming out your name...


And what do I do, with the gift you present to me, the one no one else would buy? They would not accept the filthy premise of your most terrible innocence. So let them say, how you were wild, for what you really were was tender. Yes how you screamed, all through the night, yet silent tears streamed down through morning light, most beautiful, my lonely, sinner.


And wide are your delusions.
Deep red is the space behind your eyes.
Closed forever, is the door to your room.
But inside there lives the sound.
You despise, but I love.
You despise, but I love.


Mother...
I was wrong...
Mother...
I was wrong...
You were wrong...
I am wrong...






Can I steal your mind? And can I crawl down inside?
And when I am your child, can I feed in your eye?
And can I drink the air, down in your cold black lung?
And can I breathe the sweet, sick and lonesome blood?
Love is everywhere. No, we will never escape.
I love you more than my life. No, we will never escape...
Can I cut out the core, and steal the food in your head,
And curl my body inside, down where it's dark and it's wet?
I love you more than your life. I love your body and mind.
I love you more than your life. No, we will never escape.




You were wrong to resist me, I was wrong to forgive.
Now I loathe my own weakness, but you praise me for this.
There's a place in your future, where the wound will be healed,
And the children you injured, will rise up, purified,
Then kill your name...
You're afraid of the mirror, so you crawl on the floor,
Where you count your perversions, then you rise up,
Fìlthy, with remorse.




I give you money, you're superior. I don't exist: You control me.
You're corrupt, you're deformed, you're corrupt: You control me.
Own me, own me, own me, own me: I'm your property...
You're corrupt, you're deformed. You corrupt, you deform me.
Own me, own me, own me, own me: I'm your property.