Circus Devils - The Harold Pig Memorial lyrics

Circus Devils - The Harold Pig Memorial

ALASKA TO BURNING MEN

Soon you'll look good
And blue
Say what you should
"He was a joke, you know"

Carry on breathalizer
Remember this place
And people brought you down
And power to them
Like the hoover dam
Bring Alaska
To hot cities
And burning men

SAVED HERSELF, SHAVED HERSELF

Leaving the location
A brave signal is breaking up
Watch / Now / Go
To the hidden source
Of this redemption
Back to what it takes
A minor fire brushing clean mirrors
Clear beyond belief
Spot angel trails and a banger of nails
All that it takes is a back and a rake

Saved herself
Shaved herself

And the impulse is shocking
Any kind will do
Any time I'm comin' through

Saved herself
Shaved herself

SOLDIERS OF LOVE

How proud was he
Of his favorite fighting son?
Taught him to eat, drink,
Fuck and hold his gun
Took him off
On southernly excursions
To swim naked and baked
This was the ritual
Half on, half off
Half father, half son
How proud was he?
In mountain hotels
Counting holes in the moon
In thee moon
Soldiers of June
Soldiers of June

I GUESS I NEEDED THAT

Report your difference
To the authority of disposal
A general request

A print board stimulator
Got me up - outta my night
Flat in the middle
Of a well deserved spank

In May and x-ray
In June a sample
Took 1/4 of July
For me to die
I guess I needed that

Can't get too related
Can't get a hook up
Too shook up
To look up...

FESTIVAL OF DEATH

Very interesting...
I can't move
Walked down and discovered a secret
Asked a very good question
And fell through ahead
And, oh it became soft
Over the years
Where once I could breathe
Seeing is discovering
All the formulas
The fast riches
Tucked away
Never exposed in the learning world
But they are there
When death shows you

DIRTY WORLD NEWS

No - he!
I had not figured
On a wasted jail puzzle
Got on it
When mechanical figures
Prove a method
An insect quiz
A discovery made later
Dirty world news
You get it
You get the dirty world news
Mainly
Daily
Got it on
No - me!

MAY WE SEE THE HOSTAGE?

Average eyes
Blur the lens
Focusing militant
More and more
Less and less
I look to come and visit
Bring up the matters in which you speak

May we see the hostage?
Has he been tortured or maimed?
It seems to matter less
Lasting longer the blamed
No time left to think
Or speak of the same

DO YOU FEEL LEGAL?

Do you feel legal?
Do you crave a straight lane?
Is the path of the eagle insane?
Do you still mingle
With a powerful number
Of the night driving fools in slumber?
Do you feel alright?
Are you agile and cunning
When the frightened footsteps
Of danger come running?
I really gotta know
If it's a cheap, easy,
Safe, secure, risk-free
Money back guarantee?
Is it real?
Do you feel?

A BIRDCAGE UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE

Satin chairs for you
And all so it is, remains
In beauty
By a sworn-in jury
Pearls before and above
A consecutive string of love affairs
And stained chair
Collected what you are
In feathers and wares
Where you sit and stare
And no one's there
But you
In all of exotica
The day remains black and blue
For you
A birdcage until further notice

INJURED?

Hey, look at this
Her gentle blue history
The Vietnamese waltz
The Chicago clock
Rewound to arrival
At her spineless testimony
Crucified a veteran
Speaker moment
The house of cards collapsed
We all watched outside
A monkey on fire
Wasps and flies in the chemistry...

FOXHEAD DELIVERY

It's not certain
As to where we have to sit
By candlelit?
In the pushy night
We stomp and think
Try to get it right
It's easy unless it rains
The night eats us alive
And spits us out in the morning
I feel chewed up...

LAST PUNK STANDING

Has it been a problem?
The off season in
His inner unheard spirit
A most mysterious plan

Fat chance for the last punk standing
Pleasure can be quite demanding

In unfinished homes where nothing moves in
His withering strength becomes a problem again...

I celebrate prematurely
For nothing goes to battle
In a hothead's war
Of tissue helmets and flying gravy

Fat chance for the last punk standing
Pleasure can be quite demanding
In unfinished homes where nothing moves in
His withering strength becomes a problem again...

BULL SPEARS

Peer into this handsome corpse
And see the scars between
His left ear and his spleen
His mighty mighty heart
Connect them all
And find a line
That weaves itself inside

Entangles him in our memory
We chose this man to fight
Peer into his handsome corpse
And see into his eyes
Ride into the night
Prepare this child to fight!

DISCUSSIONS IN THE CAVE

Now come on
It came to past
In the place of a forest
Of natural balance
A song without singing
First and lasting
As we went along
Not listening

Even as angels told jokes
And evil spells were cast

By confection and affectation
Who split an atom
Rattled the bones
Tattooed the food
On the walls of my pad

Even as angels told jokes
And evil spells were cast

Discussions in the cave
Discussions in the cave
Discussions in the cave

Secrets in my living room

RECIRCULATING HEARSE

It was last time
My guess - a dozen years
I saw what was amazing
That did not last
For no more than eternity
Or an insect's day
And weak in comparison
Where we who live
In the blink of an eye
For all the watchers
Of a group of souls
Whose names we can't discuss
And I suppose
It did come down
For the rest of the slave owners
Hellbent on not paying up

PIGS CAN'T HIDE (ON THEIR NIGHT OFF)

We need premium manstock
A powerful glue
Known to produce an extension
Of the invention
Called "Here it goes"
Brought forth in union
Of party dogs jump through hoops
A clown suit moon
Brings tobacco and vampire
A place on fire
Where pigs can't hide
On their night off
Where gasoline lips
Blow aerosol lungs
And sinister tongues
Look staggering
With metal

EXOSKELETON MOTORCADE

With smoking mirrors
In the cracked marble floor
Hallelujah, fatstuff!
With special appeal
Oh, look out
They're coming!

REAL TRIP NO. 3
Instrumental

VEGAS

Bid you fanciful
Ace range of trance
My small of angle
Investor off the coast
The snail trails
Dangle of each held breadth of hair
It is her
Damn you father
And that ratio of primates
Your so-called soulmates
Broke down the house of cards
Jeopardized my re-duced rates
Vegas - oooh

THE PILOT'S CRUCIFIXION/INDIAN OIL

The sun dries a wet flag
In the air
With mixed emotions
You see on our federal bulletin
A community of thick wiring
Ever so straight
Goes the path of an arrow
straight through it
By whatever means anything
And never will
To the systems
Who giveth and taketh
In the closing times
For / to flesh reminders
About capsule hatching
Stiff drink memories
Make solid the previous conclusion
As to who's driving this ship
...
And coins to slot
And pearls to gather
A sailor's grace
Sphinx-like
Indian oil
Ghostwhore
Shadows and shells
Premature happiness
Fuller...

TULIP REVIEW

#1: How was this?
#2: His left arm had no color
#1: His phantom cellphone played
   Highway To Heaven
Voice: All bright eyes are well received...
#1: He used to ride black
#2: He used to come back
        He'd come back and sing it
        Well, actually he sort of grunted it
        But that's just the way
        Shorty would have wanted it.