Foreign Capitols

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• No Winter To Fall

  • Foreign Capitols – cut throats
    5:45
  • Foreign Capitols – little joy (electric)
    3:51

• Cut Throats
  
  Will I always find sorrow at the foot of my bed?
  Will I be cursed with nothing,
  for not knowing what I had?
  
  Well, I wrestled with winter.
  That cold bitch won,
  So I laid down my weapon
  and headed for the sun.
  
  I was born to disappoint you...
  You were born to be free.
  I'll never give up.
  Tried to make you my own.
  If you ask me to, baby
  In the winter of the night...
  I still won't give up.
  I danced like a fever,
  While you slow dance with bad luck
  You shook like a cold.
  Across the nape of the night
  Now I wait for no seasons.
  I lie still with my demons,
  I don't put up a fight.
  
  Some people dying to find Jesus.
  Some people drowning in the mud.
  I searched for her love everywhere,
  Found nothing but bad blood.
  
  I'm done waiting for a reason
  To let rain flood my bed.
  I'm not sleeping much these days,
  Anyway,
  They say I'm in over my head.
  
  I wrestled with winter, but that cold bitch won.
  So I packed up my body and went on the run.
  It's been thirty-one years coming,
  and even more time gone.
  I sing this old, crooked tune
  Because I can't find the one.
  
  Little Joy
  
  there's no little joy
  at the end of it all
  just your last call
  
  there's no little joy
  no winter to fall
  just a slow crawl
  
  so take my hand
  never let me go
  never let me go
  
  ...
  
  someday
  we'll be buried
  in the back pages
  of some torn, bent apocalypse
  
  one day
  we'll be carried on our way
  to the end of our long, lost apocalypse
  
  someday
  we'll be buried
  in the back pages of 100 years ago

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• Country Electric

  • Foreign Capitols – cure for the curse
    3:34
  • Foreign Capitols – death is home
    3:12
  • Foreign Capitols – end miles
    5:07
  • Foreign Capitols – uncertain weather
    5:19

• Cure For The Curse
  
  Oh, once I was here
  Awash in a sea
  Waiting for the storm
  
  You crawled out to me
  Wanting to be near
  The mouth of the war
  
  No more dreaming allowed
  You've got the maps and I've got the highway
  We're somewhere we shouldn't be
  In the guts of the night I go looking for sunshine
  
  I'm waiting for you, dear
  To come back around
  There's no name in your blame game
  So I keep hanging around
  I've got a cure for the curse, dear
  I got a fix on it now
  I'm waiting for a new year
  Outdated for the sound
  
  Uncertain Weather
  
  it’s not what was said/it’s what was meant/that old gang of pricks/ keeps crashing our party/this is the kiss off/played by a rock n’ roll band/that wakes in the morning/chained to past tense/i set the wolves on my memory/under a night slashing moon/before you laugh it off, baby/no jokes too soon/all these impending storms/you’re building your homes/on bad floodwater/all these impossible dreams/tearing the seams/of your padlocked daughters/sold improbable schemes/feeding the dreams/of these bad blood martyrs/born to uncertain weather/forever building tunnels underground/I’m at the top of the world/in a room with a view/at the end of the world
  
  Death is Home
  
  Were we wrong for fearing
  old haunts that roam?
  
  I don’t care if you don’t mind it’s all a waste of time ‘cause death is home (Death is home!)
  
  So I spilled my guts, I puked the night,
  I found you out.
  
  I don’t care if you don’t mind
  it’s all a waste of time ‘cause death is home
  
  Death is home!
  
  I’m so tired
  Wrapped up in desires
  It’s a long, long way to go
  When you're traveling slow
  
  And I’m home
  Haunted by ghosts
  Making the most
  Of a bad set of hosts
  
  And I’m old
  Waiting for ghosts
  Making the most
  
  I don’t care who haunts this air
  I’d rather sleep alone when death comes home
  
  End Miles
  
  O my feet are so tired
  There are miles to go
  My baby's got the blues
  My baby got bridges to burn
  We're nowhere till we get there
  Beneath an evening's prayer:
  "Lord,
  my feet are so tired and there are miles to go"
  
  I'll wait for the last train
  The broken night, the heavy rain
  The tired tracks of empty veins
  Lay down my heart
  
  How do you sleep?
  How do you sleep when I'm alone?
  How do sleep so all alone?
  
  O my feet are so tired of them miles to go
  (Don't keep the body in the bed all day)
  My baby got picked up
  & dropped like a needle in the road
  (You know there's got to be a better way)
  You'll know where when you get there
  so don't you despair
  (Don't let the morning see the light of day)
  Lord, my feet are so tired
  of all these miles to go
  
  I'll wait for the last train
  The broken night, the heavy rain
  The tired tracks of empty veins
  Lay down my heart

• 

• Decade Nostalgia

  • Foreign Capitols – country electric
    3:03
  • Foreign Capitols – (devil) beyond the sea
    2:28
  • Foreign Capitols – death is home!
    3:12
  • Foreign Capitols – at the bottom
    2:42
  • Foreign Capitols – houses on fire
    4:30
  • Foreign Capitols – wicked city
    2:35
  • Foreign Capitols – waiting to fly
    3:48
  • Foreign Capitols – no winter
    4:37

• COUNTRY ELECTRIC
  
  Birds fly south,
  This country electric band
  Gathers dust
  
  If I must, I must
  But it’s a hell of a way
  To get lost in sunshine
  
  All country electric
  Those folk grow old
  
  I know, I know
  It’s a hell of a way to let go
  Of miles to go
  
  Retiring the cold jokes and crooked smiles
  If I want you, you’re mine
  
  Retiring the old joke and crooked spine
  If I want you, you’re mine
  
  You know how this fits
  You’ve worn it to bits
  
  
  (DEVIL) BEYOND THE SEA
  
  In Light Of The Season The Nights And The Treason All Eyes Are My Eyes Nothing Escapes Me Beyond The Sea Waits The Devil Beyond The Devil Waits The Sea Nothing That Happens Ever Escapes Me So Long Farewell Good Bye Forever I Promised This Season I'd Never Forget Her Why Did I Choose To Surrender The Place Beyond The Sea Where The Devil Waits For Me All Eyes Are My Eyes All Words Aren't Free
  
  
  DEATH IS HOME!
  
  Were we wrong for fearing old haunts that roam?
  
  I don’t care if you don’t mind
  It’s all a waste of time ‘cause death is home
  Death is home!
  
  So I spilled my guts,
  I puked the night,
  I found you out.
  
  I don’t care if you don’t mind
  It’s all a waste of time ‘cause death is home
  Death is home!
  
  I’m so tired
  Wrapped up in desires
  It’s a long, long way to go
  When you're traveling slow
  
  And I’m home
  Haunted by ghosts
  Making the most
  Of a bad set of hosts
  
  And I’m old
  Waiting for ghosts
  Making the most
  
  I don’t care who haunts this air
  I’d rather sleep alone when death comes home
  
  
  AT THE BOTTOM
  
  I CAN'T SEE THE FOREST FROM THE TREES AND EVERYWHERE I LOOK IS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA IT'S A GREAT BIG HEIGHT IT'S A GREAT BIG FALL IT'S A GREAT BIG MOUTH AT THE MIDDLE OF THE WORLD NO MORE WHITE ROBES NO MORE THIN AIR NO MORE PLEASANT FICTIONS NO MORE I DON'T CARE NO MORE DIRTY WORRIES NO MORE LIFE IS GOOD NO MORE SINS OF SORROW NO MORE DIRTY TRUTHS I CAN'T SEE THE FOREST FROM THE TREES AND EVERYWHERE I LOOK IS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA IT'S A GREAT BIG HEIGHT IT'S A GREAT BIG FALL IT'S A GREAT BIG MOUTH AT THE MIDDLE OF THE WORLD
  
  
  WICKED CITY
  
  I know this is wrong
  I know you couldn't wait to find out
  I know the floods are coming
  I know the tide is wild
  
  I've got a secret
  I've got a plan
  I've got the whole twisted mess
  In the palm of my hand
  
  Didn't the city crumble?
  Didn't they find their ruin?
  Didn't the stars conspire
  To keep us in a room?
  
  I've got a secret
  I've got a plan
  I've got the whole damn world
  Eating from my hand
  
  HOUSES ON FIRE
  
  When I was young
  I looked to the future
  Everything else
  was just a house on fire
  Now everybody knows
  Which way the winds blow
  Does anybody know
  Which way they die?
  
  How long were the summers?
  How deep was the cut?
  Just how wild is the river?
  I've only seen it from above
  
  Now I'm old
  And I feel like the winter
  Colder than the city at night
  Everything I touch
  Is a room on fire
  Even Midas
  Never had such luck
  
  When I was young
  I held to my mother
  Everyone else
  Was just a house on fire
  Well just because you think it's over
  Does anybody know
  How hard I tried?
  
  
  NO WINTER
  
  (instrumental)
  
  

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• Ghost Films

  • Foreign Capitols – seeing stars
    3:08
  • Foreign Capitols – romans
    4:24
  • Foreign Capitols – follow me around
    3:34
  • Foreign Capitols – you get carried away
    4:38
  • Foreign Capitols – seasons to ghosts
    5:14

• SEEING STARS
  
  I've Been Seeing Stars All Night
  Waiting For The Morning Light
  It's You, It's You
  
  A Hundred Reasons That I Knew
  A Thousand Ways To Say I Do
  It's You, It's You
  
  You're The Reason That I Stay
  You're The Fiction That I Say
  It's You, It's You
  
  No More Bright Lights, No More Thin Air
  No More Waiting Rooms
  To See What Isn't There
  It's You, It's You
  
  A Thousand Reasons That I knew
  A Hundred Ways To Say I Do
  It's You, It's You
  
  
  ROMANS
  
  Where the hell are you
  My love
  Can you tell me what to think?
  
  I've made a mess
  Of every second guess
  So I guess I'll have another drink
  
  Finishing School is done
  All the Romans laugh
  
  It's not that I
  Found you in your sleep
  It's not that I
  Stood between you and your dreams
  
  Everyone these days
  Is a little cruel
  Darling you're a bitch
  
  I've got bridges to burn
  And money to turn
  Can you help me?
  
  Finishing School is done
  All the Romans laugh
  
  
  FOLLOW ME AROUND
  
  Your eyes catch a surface
  Follow me around
  With a killer's smile
  A new pair of perspectives
  If you look into the sun
  You might learn not to stare
  But the cost of the loss
  Is more than what was there
  
  From the sheets that I've bedded
  Comes the moment that you've dreaded
  I come clean in the morning
  When the night's been beheaded
  
  
  YOU GET CARRIED AWAY
  
  I don't mind sleeping around a bit
  But it's the last time I'll sleep alone
  I don't mind hearing a single word you've said
  But it's the last time I'll sing along
  
  You get carried away like the sea
  You get carried away from me
  
  I don't mind sleeping around the bend
  Following you I'll take my time
  I don't mind hearing a fucking word you've said
  But it's the last time I'll sleep alone
  
  You get carried away like the sea
  You get carried away from me
  
  Please don't get carried away like the sea
  Please don't get carried away from me
  
  
  SEASONS TO GHOSTS
  
  As soon as the snow
  Let's me know what you're taking
  The winter of God's plan
  Without ever asking
  
  I'll hunt all you're gathering
  While ghosts lie there freezing
  In diamonds you're concealing
  Beneath the skin of your eyes
  
  It hardly seems fair to compare
  The seasons to ghosts
  For reasons you won't
  It hardly seems fair to declare
  You wouldn't care if the seasons were ghosts
  
  How long was I sleeping?
  What sleep was I dreaming?
  So softly not dreaming
  While ghosts died there breathing
  As winter kept singing
  The seasons repeating
  Two histories apart
  
  I watched none were moving
  I hunt what you're gathering
  The armies conceding
  While diamonds lay freezing
  As the winter kept screaming
  She kept on singing
  Two histories apart
  
  It hardly seems fair to compare
  The seasons to ghosts
  The reasons you won't
  It hardly seems fair to declare
  You wouldn't care if the seasons were ghosts
  
  OH, THE WEIGHT OF MY LUNGS
  AND THE WEIGHT OF MY SONG
  AND THE WEIGHT OF MY BREATH
  ON THE WEIGHT OF YOUR SOUL
  

• 

• Elegance in Negligence

  • Foreign Capitols – elegiac
    1:51
  • Foreign Capitols – bitter half
    3:25
  • Foreign Capitols – sunday music
    2:59
  • Foreign Capitols – as we slept through the war
    3:20
  • Foreign Capitols – the sober choir
    2:37
  • Foreign Capitols – amy grant's tomb
    4:38
  • Foreign Capitols – shotgun funeral
    5:38
  • Foreign Capitols – ghosts of two
    3:24
  • Foreign Capitols – tannis root down
    1:42
  • Foreign Capitols – where the $$ spends
    3:19

• ELEGIAC
  
  presupposing there's a god would you raise his grace in the backyard extended instigation weighs the gates to unto us do hibernate here is a list of people who cried for jamaican foot abrasions soccer related without medication tear down a poster and set it on fire then as well you're blacklight courageous
  
  
  BITTER HALF
  
  if love is the blues my better half come home to me as the moon to the tide i’ll open wild if you come home to me you left when you held a breath cheated the blues to death now i wait on wasted breaths i don’t know why my life is at sea carried far from me by the moon’s bitter tide i know that you wanted more but this is hell nothing more i know that you couldn't stay the blues just carried you away you're the better half of it but you don't know the half of it
  
  
  SUNDAY MUSIC
  
  we should have got together on a monday night while everybody else was on a caffeine high passing out in the lap of the upper west side placing hand on ass in the slim slow slide a grand in diluted options no degrees the while away the hours across the peeping street i kept you in mind periphery monopolized smoking your way back inside a subtle indulgence occurring happenstance with no real permanence sunday isn't holy so let's just walk away won't get to falling out of a promless dress tonight none too convincing i'm done with all this mincing intent won't get to falling out of your fucking shirt tonight
  
  
  AS WE SLEPT THROUGH THE WAR
  
  when you came to the casualties had emptied into our bed there was a fire when you came to the casualties had empathy for done and said before there was a storm there was a calm moment put the house to sleep and torch the sheets but we slept through it all we danced around circumstance as we danced around you we'll find elegance in negligence within the week as we slept on our ageing wrists they were ready to bloom i'm thirsty for answers of which i have none suburban kings we conquered i've drank all the poisons another woman's lips speaking the names of all a fool can put down there was a fire the acquainted ghosts we conjure then there was a flood we slept through the whole damn war before we finally woke up another woman's lips another woman's lips speaking the names of all the acquainted kings we conquered there was a fire another woman's lips then there was a storm another woman's lips there was a calm moment as we slept through the war
  
  
  THE SOBER CHOIR
  
  i was going to sink the fleet until you brought me to my knees oh honey please let me sleep on it we three vied for your affection in light of every other guy now i'm only the victor who didn't move abroad or die across your flesh of guilt & wills just a fever for a sick week off your cutting block to the gallows for the laughing stock he's an actor out in belfast down on george street well according to the script honey surprise me sunday come lift me up & i’m alone well according to the script still capture of a car ride honey baby that's alright all conversational dialogue portrayed in voiceover he's a fakist chatting fences in his boardroom annotated by the drips to sink beneath the sea of drink of lost maps in all directions
  
  
  AMY GRANT'S TOMB
  
  some men dream of hollow schemes then they dream of walking away i pray against the night & dream against the morning i don’t mind waiting here for a long time i don’t mind at all some angels bind their captives across a dirty floor my angel laughs because she’s found what she’s been looking for i don’t mind waiting here for a long time if i can’t fall asleep beneath your sleepy company i won’t fall asleep at all if i can’t fall asleep between lovers & enemies i won’t fall asleep at all have you seen your mother baby she does the most amazing parlor tricks available for rental commercial blinding and rates unfixed if i can’t fall asleep beneath your sleepy company i won’t fall asleep at all if i can’t fall asleep between lovers & enemies i won’t fall asleep at all
  
  
  SHOTGUN FUNERAL
  
  baby when do i get to take my place in the armies of her majesty among the lines across your face i miss the nights that held us tight and the days that drew me in i spent my fortunes long before my eyes met your face baby where did you think that this was heading when we spent the whole night talking about funerals and weddings the stars have made it hard for us to believe a word i'm saying i said my vows long before i ever had your blessing
  
  
  GHOSTS OF TWO
  
  long nights i betrayed my teachers the ghosts of our longing have left us behind i warned you across the ocean under the knife of our little life i speak till my mouth hurts and your eyes are wild i sing when my teeth ache and that's all the time i warned you but you wouldn't listen the ghosts of our love are not hanging around we're more than sick patients across an ocean still stitching the past for an explanation you were so right when you said i had no right to confess you were so right when you said i fucked it up and left it a mess you were so right
  
  
  TANNIS ROOT DOWN
  
  demons in your locket find a hole i'll take eye socket there's an upshot to this racket goddamnit i forgot it william castle in the sand melts into your pocket couple assholes finance and so why would you kick the habit this is no dream this is really happening down stroking their penance whitened blues to soothe red menace average quarantine elbow tetanus 'gainst ivan drago and vengeance robert evans has a plan to corner the beef market couple ingénues advance why scam the willing public this is no dream
  
  
  WHERE THE $$ SPENDS
  
  workin' false pfizer windfall blues behind a faux armoire to cure the sick and lame i know which way the money goes i know which way the body folds i know every where you’re taking me i know how things will always be all right all rise i know which bed is safe to tame i know which lie could bring the end i know where the money spends i know every thought that’s in your head i know we've withdrawn time balanced and best spent i know we've near tapped out the will to bend the bed behind a halloween mask under a different name with a fake passport misdirecting from whence you came 

  

• 

• A Secret Conspiracy Against The Blues

  • Foreign Capitols – bitter half
    3:20
  • Foreign Capitols – blcklght
    2:06
  • Foreign Capitols – where the $$ spends
    3:58
  • Foreign Capitols – the sober choir
    2:26
  • Foreign Capitols – vulture politics
    2:08
  • Foreign Capitols – tannis root down
    1:35
  • Foreign Capitols – amy grant's tomb
    4:58

• BITTER HALF
  
  If love is the blues
  My better half
  Come home to me
  
  As the moon to the tide
  I’ll open wild
  If you come home to me
  
  You left when you held a breath
  Cheated the blues to death
  
  Now I wait on wasted breaths
  I don’t know why
  My life is at sea
  Carried far from me
  By the moon’s bitter tide
  
  I know that you wanted more
  But this is hell, nothing more
  I know that you couldn't stay
  The blues just carried you away
  
  You're the Better Half of it,
  but you don't know the half of it.
  
  
  BLCKLGHT
  
  Presupposing there's a god
  would you raise his grace in the backyard?
  Extended instigation weighs the gates.
  To unto us do hibernate.
  
  Here is a list of people who cried for Jamaican foot abrasions,
  soccer related, without medication.
  Tear down a poster and set it on fire.
  Then as well you're blacklight courageous.
  
  
  WHERE THE $$ SPENDS
  
  Workin' false Pfizer windfall blues,
  behind a faux armoire to cure the sick and lame.
  
  I know which way the money goes
  I know which way the body folds
  I know every where you’re taking me
  I know how things will always be
  
  All Rise
  All Rise
  
  I know which bed is safe to tame
  I know which lie could bring the end
  I know where the money spends
  I know every thought that’s in your head
  
  In a cool, dry spot under excessive heat.
  Kept away from us and her humidity.
  
  I know we've withdrawn time, balanced and best spent.
  I know we've near tapped out the will to bend the bed.
  Behind a Halloween mask, under a different name,
  with a fake passport misdirecting from whence you came.
  
  
  THE SOBER CHOIR
  
  I was going to sink the fleet
  Until you brought me to my knees.
  Oh, honey, please let me sleep-
  Let me sleep let me sleep on it.
  
  We three vied for your affection in light of every other guy.
  Now I'm only the victor who didn't move abroad or die.
  
  Across your flesh of guilt & wills
  Just a fever for a sick week.
  Off your cutting block to the gallows
  For the laughing stock.
  
  He's an actor out in Belfast, down on George Street.
  Well, according to the script.
  
  Honey surprise me, surprise me, SURPRISE ME!
  Sunday come lift me up & I’m alone
  Well according to the script.
  
  Still capture of a car ride honey.
  Baby, that's alright.
  All conversational dialogue portrayed in voiceover.
  
  He's a fakist, chatting fences in his boardroom.
  Annotated by the drips.
  
  To sink beneath the sea of drink, of lost maps, in all directions
  
  
  VULTURE POLITICS
  
  Lickin' the bones clean, can you stand?
  Can you stand our wingspan?
  Goin' to ground, going to ground.
  In oversight.
  
  
  TANNIS ROOT DOWN
  
  Demons in your locket, find a hole, I'll take eye socket.
  There's an upshot to this racket, goddamnit, I forgot it.
  William Castle, in the sand, melts into your pocket.
  Couple assholes finance and so why would you kick the habit?
  This is no dream, this is really happening.
  
  Downstroking their penance, whitened blues to soothe red menace.
  Average quarantine elbow tetanus 'gainst Ivan Drago and vengeance.
  Robert Evans has a plan to corner the beef market.
  Couple ingenues advance, why scam the willing public?
  This is no dream...
  
  Where I belong is where I'll stay
  
  
  AMY GRANT'S TOMB
  
  Some men dream of hollow schemes
  Then they dream of walking away
  I pray against the night & dream against the morning
  
  I don’t mind, I don’t mind
  Waiting here for a long, long time
  I don’t mind at all
  
  Some angels bind their captives across a dirty floor
  My angel laughs because she’s found what she’s been looking for
  
  I don’t mind, I don’t mind
  Waiting here for a long, long time
  
  If I can’t fall asleep beneath your sleepy company
  I won’t fall asleep at all
  If I can’t fall asleep between lovers & enemies
  I won’t fall asleep at all
  
  Have you seen your mother, baby?
  She does the most amazing parlor tricks.
  Available for rental, commercial blinding and rates unfixed
  
  If I can’t fall asleep beneath your sleepy company
  I won’t fall asleep at all
  If I can’t fall asleep between lovers & enemies
  I won’t fall asleep at all

• 

• For The Quiet Life

  • Foreign Capitols – antique tongue
    1:26
  • Foreign Capitols – the quiet life
    2:56
  • Foreign Capitols – sharks II
    3:18
  • Foreign Capitols – the past is just that
    0:35
  • Foreign Capitols – like a hurricane
    6:37
  • Foreign Capitols – bugs
    0:49
  • Foreign Capitols – the new twilight
    3:59
  • Foreign Capitols – white sheets
    0:53
  • Foreign Capitols – sharks
    1:35
  • Foreign Capitols – where the money spends
    3:41
  • Foreign Capitols – witch politics?
    0:58
  • Foreign Capitols – the panoptic nightmare
    2:40

• ANTIQUE TONGUE
  
  After us, the flood & whatever useless words hang from my mouth
  
  
  THE QUIET LIFE
  
  Lover, are you going to leave me high
  For the Quiet Life?
  Another takes me back to where I was
  In the Quiet Life
  
  
  SHARKS II
  
  All of these Sharks circling my sea
  This city wasn't built for speed
  Towers to the sky for miles & miles
  Baby, you're alive so well
  
  All of these Sharks armed heavily to the teeth
  The city won't sleep & so you won't let me
  Build towers to the sky for miles around
  You're not alive & well
  
  (When you say that you're sorry, honey don't you blink an eye)
  
  
  THE PAST IS JUST THAT
  
  (instrumental)
  
  
  LIKE A HURRICANE
  
  Written by Neil Young
  
  
  BUGS
  
  (instrumental)
  
  
  THE NEW TWILIGHT
  
  The aging collapse of futures & pasts
  Has placed our love into cold winter hands
  Still I want you to know
  That I want you to know
  I want you to know
  How I want you to fall into me
  
  We were married in a fever of a dream
  We were married in a fever
  
  The snow will come soon
  I will come to
  The nights will consume
  Spring will come too
  The seasons bloom for you
  So I will bloom too
  The seasons bloom for you
  
  
  WHITE SHEETS
  
  Don't make me a loss
  
  
  SHARKS
  
  (instrumental)
  
  
  WHERE THE MONEY SPENDS
  
  I know which way the $$ goes
  I know which way the body folds
  I know every way you're taking me
  I know how things will always seem
  
  (All rise)
  As the $$ spends your life
  (All rise)
  As the $$ lets you down
  (All rise)
  As the $$ digs your grave
  (All rise)
  As the $$ never saves
  
  I know which bed is safe to tame
  I know which lie could bring the end
  I know where the $$ spends
  I know every thought that's in your head
  
  
  WITCH POLITICS?
  
  We dream of foreign cities
  Then we dream of walking away
  No, I didn't see it coming
  Sunday's just another day
  The armies have armed & gathered
  Now we just wait patiently
  You're not the one I'm after
  The one I'm after is after me
  
  
  THE PANOPTIC NIGHTMARE
  
  In dreams they watch us slip into sleep
  Surveillance on & cutting in deep
  There is no hope
  There is no dream
  The careful eye sees everything
  
  I can't call this dreaming so I guess we're awake
  I can't say it's real so I guess that it's fake
  I can't call it freedom so I guess that it's death
  I can't fall asleep in a prisoner's bed
  
  Goodbye & goodnight they've captured our lives
  The Devils will roam & the Angels will hide
  As memories fade into morning light
  I wake up from a sleepless night

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• Ask Murderer

  • Foreign Capitols – black muzak
    1:55
  • Foreign Capitols – as we slept through the war
    3:31
  • Foreign Capitols – ghosts of two
    3:48
  • Foreign Capitols – charles lindbergh (can't surf)
    3:26
  • Foreign Capitols – shotgun funeral
    5:26
  • Foreign Capitols – sunday music
    3:05

• BLACK MUZAK
  
  I'll get on too,
  once you get on home tonight
  All your friends said,
  "He sings in a wedding band,
  that can't be but good"
  All your friends are so right
  I killed the barber when he nicked me but good
  Your hair looks less than tasteful grown out a little too much
  I kissed the sitter when I thought, "But we should"
  Her teeth looked understanding, inverted and taken as such
  In the flood of loss and poor ease,
  whatever seeps through jilted property
  
  
  AS WE SLEPT THROUGH THE WAR
  
  When you came to the casualties had emptied into our bed
  There was a fire
  When you came to the casualties had empathy for done and said
  before there was a storm
  There was a calm moment
  Put the house to sleep and torch the sheets
  but we slept through it all
  We danced around circumstance
  as we danced around you
  We'll find elegance in negligence within the week
  As we slept on our ageing wrists
  they were ready to bloom
  
  I'm thirsty for answers of which I have none
  
  Suburban kings we conquered...
  I've drank all the poisons
  Another woman's lips speaking the names of all
  a fool can put down
  There was a fire
  the acquainted ghosts we conjured
  then there was a flood
  We slept through the whole damn war before we finally woke up
  Another woman's lips...
  Another woman's lips speaking the names of all
  the acquainted kings we conquered
  There was a fire
  Another woman's lips
  then there was a storm
  Another woman's lips
  There was a calm moment as we slept through the war
  
  
  GHOSTS OF TWO
  
  Long nights
  I betrayed my teachers
  The ghosts of our longing have left us behind
  I warned you across the ocean
  Under the knife of our little life
  I speak till my mouth hurts and your eyes are wild
  I sing when my teeth ache and that's all the time
  
  I warned you but you wouldn't listen
  The ghosts of our love are not hanging around
  We're more than sick patients across an ocean
  Still stitching the past for an explanation
  
  You were so right when you said
  I had no right to confess
  You were so right when you said
  I fucked it up and left it a mess
  You were so right
  You were so right
  
  
  CHARLES LINDBERGH (CAN’T SURF)
  
  This is the way we sell off your days,
  trade 'em away, offered back at discount
  The second hand stops, we fumble the lock,
  reimbursed or not, break in on the rebound
  Stereo wires keep our hands enmired,
  throats uninspired, note stains on her nightgown
  The second hand stops, we fumble the lock,
  reimbursed or not, break in on the rebound
  
  I wanted to steal your baby
  and flaunt it in town
  I showed up to haunt your lady
  and stalk her around
  
  If I could've signed straight off, cut and call it signal loss,
  you would cough up half the cost, dutch on self doubt
  Stereo wires keep our hands enmired,
  throats uninspired, note stains on her nightgown
  The second hand stops, we fumble the lock,
  reimbursed or not, break in on the rebound
  
  I wanted to meet the gentry
  and shake 'em all down
  I showed up for every century
  that dawned on our town
  
  These scenes of trials and taunts
  evict the can't run and won't
  Highbeams blindside the defense
  These schemes of trials and taunts
  evict the can't run and won't
  Each day's a vindictive cunt
  
  
  SHOTGUN FUNERAL
  
  Baby, when, do I get to take my place
  In the armies of her majesty,
  among the lines across your face?
  I miss the nights that held us tight
  and the days that drew me in -
  I spent my fortunes long before my eyes met your face.
  
  Baby, where, did you think that this was heading
  when we spent the whole night talking
  about funerals and weddings?
  The stars have made it hard for us
  to believe a word I'm saying:
  
  
  I said my vows long before I ever had your blessing
  
  I said my vows long before I ever heard your blessing
  
  
  SUNDAY MUSIC
  
  We should have got together on a Monday night
  while everybody else was on a caffeine high
  Passing out in the lap of the Upper West Side,
  placing hand on ass in the slim slow slide
  A grand in diluted options, no degrees
  The while away the hours across the peeping street
  
  I kept you in mind,
  periphery monopolized,
  smoking your way back inside
  A subtle indulgence,
  occuring happenstance,
  with no real permanence
  
  Sunday isn't holy so let's just walk away...
  
  Won't get to falling out of a promless dress tonight
  None too convincing,
  I'm done with all this mincing intent
  Won't get to falling out of your fucking shirt tonight

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• School of Holy Wolves

  • Foreign Capitols – rope
    1:24
  • Foreign Capitols – my panoptic nightmare
    2:07
  • Foreign Capitols – sound architecture
    3:48
  • Foreign Capitols – fit for a queen
    2:03
  • Foreign Capitols – bones for marrow
    4:01
  • Foreign Capitols – one of us cannot be wrong
    4:38
  • Foreign Capitols – husbands
    1:49
  • Foreign Capitols – wives
    2:32
  • Foreign Capitols – can't surf
    3:18
  • Foreign Capitols – in the pursuit
    4:07
  • Foreign Capitols – songs in the dark
    1:52
  • Foreign Capitols – riot
    5:06

• ROPE
  
  (Dialogue taken from Alfred Hitchcock's 'Rope')
  
  
  MY PANOPTIC NIGHTMARE
  
  In dreams they watch us slip into sleep
  Surveillance on & cutting in deep
  There is no hope
  There is no dream
  The careful eye sees everything
  
  I can't call this dreaming
  So I guess we're awake
  I can't say it's real so I guess that it's fake
  I can't call it freedom so I guess that it's death
  I can't fall asleep in a prisoner's bed
  
  Goodbye & goodnight
  They've captured our lives
  The Devils will roam & the Angels will hide
  As memories fade into morning light
  I wake up from a sleepless night
  
  SOUND ARCHITECTURE
  
  When I was dying, you were still out in the park
  And while we drifted
  You stuffed your sides with cotton rags
  And when I wore thin
  You gorged on air and cement asbestos
  I got a common complain:
  Your skin is far from waterproof
  
  Crime - it paid off, it paid out
  Desire - it wore thin, it wore out
  
  When I still shivered
  You sold your heat for spare change
  And when I woke up
  Still like nothing had changed
  
  Crime - it paid off, it paid out
  Desire - it wore thin, it wore out
  
  A willful self amputation
  
  
  FIT FOR A QUEEN
  
  Dear queens of the new ways of thought
  I'm finding it harder to breathe
  Make us an offer we cannot refuse
  Begging for a shot at the camera
  
  (Around & around & around)
  
  Where are you? Pieces are falling down
  The way your eyes... it's not your fault
  
  Dear kings of the new atrophy
  Please stop making out tongues bleed
  We do not need to be heard
  We did not ask to speak
  
  (Around & around & around)
  
  Where are you? Pieces are falling down
  The way your eyes... it's not your fault
  
  
  BONES FOR MARROW
  
  You think I'm some kind of crazy
  Spent up and running out of time
  I think you just made up something else
  To get those hexes off your eyes
  
  You said impossibly colored in red like the ground to your head all the chains on our bed we sold our ribs for marrow, our ribs for marrow
  
  You said tragically written with guns all the ones that we sprung from your ribs to the tip of your tongue, to the tip of your tongue
  
  You think I'm some kind of lazy
  Spent up and running out of rhymes
  I think you just make up something else
  To bat those lashes off your eyes
  
  
  ONE OF US CANNOT BE WRONG
  
  (Written by Leonard Cohen)
  
  
  HUSBANDS
  
  You better scream little girl
  There's not much else you can do
  When the wolf's at the door
  You better let him in
  
  And the night is slow
  All your friends are gone
  When the wolf's at the door
  You'd better let him in
  
  When the wolf's at your door
  You'd better let him in
  
  
  WIVES
  
  Baby, when, do I get to take my place
  In the armies of her majesty,
  Among the lines across your face?
  I miss the nights that held us tight
  And the days that drew me in -
  I spent my fortunes long before
  My eyes met your face.
  
  Baby, where, did you think that this was heading
  When we spent the whole night talking
  About funerals and weddings?
  The stars have made it hard for us
  To believe a word I'm saying:
  
  I said my vows long before
  I ever had your blessing
  
  
  CAN'T SURF
  
  This is the way we sell off your days,
  Trade 'em away, offered back at discount
  The second hand stops, we fumble the lock,
  Reimbursed or not, break in on the rebound
  Stereo wires keep our hands enmired,
  Throats uninspired,
  Note stains on her nightgown
  The second hand stops, we fumble the lock,
  reimbursed or not, break in on the rebound
  
  I wanted to steal your baby
  and flaunt it in town
  I showed up to haunt your lady
  and stalk her around
  
  If I could've signed straight off,
  Cut and call it signal loss,
  you would cough up half the cost,
  Dutch on self doubt
  Stereo wires keep our hands enmired,
  Throats uninspired,
  Note stains on her nightgown
  The second hand stops, we fumble the lock,
  reimbursed or not, break in on the rebound
  
  I wanted to meet the gentry
  and shake 'em all down
  I showed up for every century
  that dawned on our town
  
  
  IN THE PURSUIT
  
  (instrumental)
  
  
  SONGS IN THE DARK
  
  There are songs in the dark
  Quiet hymns of the meadow
  I crawl back to you
  You are my shelter
  
  There are songs in the dark
  Quiet hymns of the meadow
  I steal skin from the sky
  You are the answer
  
  
  RIOT
  
  There's a woman sitting in my room
  Just some details from a honeymoon
  There's a station I got off too soon
  Just the blueprints for some honeymoon
  
  There's no point in trying to explain
  Why I always end up in the same place
  There's no point in trying to escape
  I end up rioting in the same way
  
  God don't make me feel better
  God don't make me feel a goddamn thing
  God don't make me any safer
  God don't let me win a goddamn thing
  
  Hey, we lost a riot today!
  

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• PERSONNEL
  
  David Berkovits: Words & Voice; Acoustic, Electric & Bass Guitar; Keys; Percussion; Programming; Treatments; Arrangements; Recording, Mixing & Production
  
  Scott Homiak: Words & Voice; Arrangements
  
  Ben Feuer: Guitar & Arrangements
  
  Thomas Shelley: Bass Guitar
  
  Vince Miezejewski: Drums & Percussion
  
  Alisha Westerman: Voice
  
  Steve Quaranta: Production, Mixing & Arrangements
  
  James Dellatacoma: Mixing & Mastering
  
  Valentina Meytina: Voice
  
  Gabrielle Hanlon: Voice
  
  Scott Indrisek: Voice & Words
  
  Elizabeth Kulinich: Voice
  
  Evan Obercian: Percussion
  

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