1. God & Gold

So we surrender to the silence with every notch in the skyline serving as a mass grave-marker born from broken backs and vapid stares. Harlequins and whores build scaffolding that scrapes into the sky asking "What was the price that we put on our lives as we sold ourselves and were sold ourselves as flags we (p)raised (d)raped our dead in
turn as billboards leered and we spread our legs wide as hours became days and days became our lives?" And after we've bought the sky and sold the sky and bled the sky the heavens will not come crashing, the trumpets will not sound because all of it is a lie. All of it is a lie. When every clock face can't keep from mocking, when every back can't keep from breaking just keep listening for the angels singing, just keep swallowing what they keep feeding, just keep hoping, just keep bleeding, just keep dying, and never stop believing.


2. V is for Vulture

Bless the cathode rays, the winter days and loose windowpanes, and the markets mired in malaise. And of course God, King, Country and Cunt. Fuck! It's getting thick in here. Lay my body with the others in the gash between the headlines and the white lies just past the yawning breadlines and the burning skylines. Call it a pauper's burial or a proper fit when the highways come circling like vultures, when the evenings come slithering like snakes, when the hour hands come crashing like thunder--Save the clichés for the virgins, the tourists and the sob stories and just let me rest my eyes. Forever and ever amen.


3. Call Me Armageddon

This city has made fools of us both and don't even mention what is has done for the rest. Let me go and this will end. A towering inferno or a bridal bed well every story ends with everyone lying, dying or dead. Knees that once bruised will grow calloused and hearts that once bled will lose their nights to impatience. Anchored and atrophied- this is the best way it could have ended. Discarded and defeated- let's just pretend this city never happened. Wasted and worn- this is the end. Deleted and deserted- I'll wash the taste out with salt and sin. Call me Armageddon.


4. FKNTHNDR
The best advice we can hope to hear is get out as soon as you can because there is nothing to see here.


5 . FKNLTNN
All the cowards line up and fall to their knees- open for death, for boredom and misery. The lines keep growing while flags keep flying. We keep idling while the bastards keep multiplying. We all say "Come narcotics and carnivals to abuse and amuse. We'll drown our young in cued laugh tracks and baptismal pools." Beneath hanging wires and dead desires, between fluorescent bulbs and ones and zeros-keep your ear to the winds to listen for thunder heralding the ends of all the martyrs, the maggots, and the heroes. This is the end.


6. High Winds & Heavy Seas

When the time has come to say goodbye look for me at the bottom of the sea where the deep will swallow and the cold will numb me, the current will carry me, caress and embrace me. Hear the waves singing each to each, now this is the song they sing to me: "Failures abandoned, obligations forsaken, lost loves forgotten, and in our lasting kiss-- sweet oblivion." Hearts will never be practical until they are unbreakable.


7.Motherfuck John Wayne

Blow a kiss goodbye. They've spun a crown of moths for the man in the moon and an endless string of seasons for the lotus to be in bloom. They brought in patron saints, parlor tricks, and idiotic ideas of perfection to keep us groveling and gasping, gagging and grasping with a carrot just beyond an arm's length and a barrel drilled into our backs. "It's not my imagination." Say your prayers and make your peace because I'll stand over your grave and I'll make sure that you're dead. Sing me a song about the man in the moon, about lovers in love and flowers in bloom and dream sweet dreams for me. Bravo! Bravo! The last hurrah for the criminals in coats and ties who dream sweet dreams where the silver screen stands in for the evening sky- a swan song- a curtain call as credits roll out winks the moon as down they fall.


8. The Girl Who Stole the Eiffel Tower

The white gleam in her eye is a sun that never sets on alleyways of exhaust constricting and conspiring to reveal the dead end in every face. "Now we'll have to whisper-even the walls are listening in. Stay close to me-even the stars are straining to hear-standing and spiraling running backward without falling." We could taste freedom on our lips as kisses tied our mouths in intersections and down avenues trapped between gutters that swallow lives and shop windows that shout lies. They said "LIFE IS JUST TO DIE." They had kicked us out of heaven into pools of broken glass and she said she would love me like a religion. She said she would love me like a revolution.


9.East (There is Such A Lot of World to See)

Red like the blood of fallen patriots the sun was a riot on the horizon and as it fell daisy chains of streetlights and promises scrawled in neon took up the cause to carry us along. Every love and every truth we have ever praised are desecrated flags in need of burning. Every promise and every vow we have ever taken are Albatrosses hanging from our necks. Still we go on for miles and miles through blessing and burden deeper into the night and forever towards the horizon. But we only have our headlights and our resolve to guide us through the dark and towards the dawn. The highways and the betrayals stretch out before us through midnight skies and on and on. Ends, goodbyes, and the last kiss good night haunt us and hail us as we bleed out the night while midnight skies and open roads go on and on into the dawn at first light.


10. Year of the Fear

We all failed, we all fell, most to never rise again. The last I saw of my brothers their eyes were closing as the darkness crept down upon us. Now they sleep just where they fell, citizens of a suicide city, apparitions, men on a mission. They are the ghosts in clock towers and brokerage houses- haunting, wanting, and destitute. Treading water and towing lines, shrugging shoulders and doing time and as the days grow short and the world small my hands tremble and my heart breaks for all the names and all the faces worn and erased but we'll all meet again in hell or another place after the last song has been sung, when I come to bury the body of a soul that has already been dead for so long. We all failed, we all fell, so just remember my face when we meet in hell. We all fail, we all fall. We fail, we fall.