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Dear Science,

j The lazy way they turned your head. Into a rest stop for the dead. And did it all in gold and blue and grey. The efforts to allay your dread. In spite of all you knew and said. Were hard to see

and harder still to say. A comfort plush all laced in lead. Was sent to quell your sentiment. And keep your trembling sentinel hand. At bay. And when a sudden silhouette. Escaped the topside of

your bed. I knew you'd never ever be the same. Is it not me? Am I not folded by your touch? The words you spoke. I know too much. It's over now. And not enough. Is it not me? The damage you hold

inside your blush? The load you towed. You showed it up. It's over now and I'm insane. Wild spirit winds from out your chest. Collides with world and wilderness. It needs a gentle hand to call it

home. Now surfs the sun and scales the moon. And winds the waistband of her womb. All eyes ablaze the day you break your mold. Is it not me? Am I not culled into your clutch? The words you spoke.

I know too much. We're closer now. And said enough. Is it not me? Am I not rolled into your crush? The road you chose. Unloads control. See it take me so. Go on throw this stone. Into this halfway

home.b Laugh. In the face of death under masthead. Hold your breath through late breaking disasters. Next to news of the trite. And the codes. And the feelings that meant to be global. Like

c**e in the nose of the nobles. Keeps it alight. And the wrath. And the riots. And the races on fire. And the music for tanks with no red lights in sight. Got you cryin'. Cryin'. Oh whyin'. Oh my my

my. Gold. Is another word for culture. Leads to fattening. Of the vultures. Till this bird can barely fly. And Mary and David smoke dung in the trenches. While Zion’s behavior never gets men-

tioned. The writings. On your wall. And the blood on the cradle. And the ashes you wade through. Got you callin' God's name in vain. Leave the damned to damn it all! 's got you cryin'. Cryin'. Oh

whyin'. Oh my my my. Broken rose. Coloured glasses. Can't see for the thorns. And you just can't stand no more! What a clumsy kind of low. Time to take the wheel and the road. From the masters.

Take this car. Drive it straight into the wall. Build it back up from the floor. And stop our cryin'. Cryin'. Oh whyin'. Oh my my my. Our cryin'. Our cryin'. Our cryin'. Still you try, try, try.T He's

a WHAT? He's a WHAT? He's a newspaper man. And he gets his best ideas. From a newspaper stand. From his boots to his pants. To his comments and his rants. He knows that any little article. Will

do. Though he expresses some confusion. Bout his part in the plan. And he can't understand. That he's not in command. The decisions underwritten. By the cash in his hand. Bought a sweater for.

His weimariner too. Now I'm no madman. But that's insanity. Feast before famine. And more before family. Goes and shows up with. More bowls and more. Cups and the riot for the. Last hot meal erupts.

Corrupts his hard drive. Through the leanest months. Shells out the hard cash. For the sickest stunts. On aftershave on gasoline. He flips the page and turns. The scene. In my mind I'm drown-

ing butterflies. Broken Dreams and Alibis. That's fine. I've seen my palette blown. To monochrome. Hollow heart. Clicks hollowtone. It's time. Eye on authority. Thumb prints a forgery. Boy ain't

it crazy what the. Lights can do. For counterfeit community. Evr'y opportunity. Wasted as the space. Between the flash tattoo. And the half hearted hologram. Posed for the party. Now he gloss

full bleed. On a def dumb tree. Cod liver dollar signs. Credit card autograph. Down for the record. But not for freedom. Angry young mannequin. American apparently. Still to the rhythm. Better

get to the back of me. Can't stand the vision. Better tongue the anatomy. Gold plated overhead. Blank transparency. In the days of old. You were a nut. Now you need three bumps. Before you cut.

Not that I should care bout. Nothing I ain't scared of, but. I guess you had to be there. In my mind I'm breeding butterflies broken dreams and alibis. That's fine. I've seen my palette. Blown to

monochrome. Hollow heart. Clicks hollowtone. In time. I see you figured in your action pose foam-injected axl rose life size. Should something shake you. And you drop the news. Lord, just keep

your dancing. Shoes off mine.Y Faceless fall. From this. Life and ah. If you can't. See the stars. You've probably gone too far. Like the voice that cried. On the lonesome tide. Like the wave was

the only love it ever saw. "What's this dying for"? Asks the Stork that soars. With the Owl. High above. Canyons mighty walls. Owl said "Death's a door, That love walks through. In and out. In and

out. Back and forth. Back and forth". Turn from the fear. Of the storms that might be. Oh let it free. That caged on fire thing. Oh hold its hands. It'll feel like lightening. Oh in your arms safe

from the storms. Sky bends. The moon's dress's slung low, slung low. Dogstar taught a dance. It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes. Arms out. Knees bend. The motion flows. Like

the soft. Open petals. Of a Jessica Rose. So Sirius. So it falls apart? Just reveals the perfect nothing. Of everything you are. Of everything we are! Candle of life. Lights the blights and bruises.

Oh lay it down. In the night. Let it soothe this. Oh hold its hands. And we'll know what truth is. Oh in its arms safe from the storms.E Heart beat soundin'. Ricocheting in their cage. Thought

I'd lose my balance. With the grounds bounce and sway. And all this violence. And all this goes away. And the vibes that rise like. Fireflies illuminate our play. Some light being. Pulled you up

from night’s party. Said clap your hands. If you think your soul is free. And the silence was astounding. 'cept some "Oh Lord!! Mercy Me's". And oh you can't stop what's comin' up. You’re never gonna

stop gonna live it up. And oh it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup. And oh it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup!. The age of miracles. The age of sound. Well there's a Golden Age. Comin' round, comin'

round, comin' round! Give it up. 'stead of grabbin’ for decay. What we viewed as gold. I believe pollutes this space. And its grace ascending. Like a snake up your tree. Up your happy ending under-

standing. All your s'pposed to be. Let it move right in. Let it kiss your face. Let it sow your skin. In perpetual embrace. Like I said "Love's Light is Laughter". Like the sun spittin' happiness into

the hereafter. Oh here it comes like a natural disaster. Ah blowin’ up like a ghetto blaster. Ah here it comes, bring it faster! Ah here it comes, bring it faster! The age of miracles. The age of sound.

Well there's a Golden Age. Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round!! Love, don't you falter. Burnin’ hearts. Dragged behind. The horses dancing on the altar. Hooves breakin' Gods. To diamond dust

and stars. And there you are... Now we're all allowed to breathe. Walls dissolve. With the hunger and the greed. Move your body. You've got all you need. And your arms in the air stir a sea of stars.

And oh here it comes and it's not so far. All light beings. Come on now make haste.. Clap your hands. If you think you're in the right place. Thunder all surroundin'. Aw feel it quake with the joy

resounding. Palm to the palm you can feel it poundin'. Never give it up you can feel it mountin'. Oh its gonna drop gonna fill your cup and. Oh its gonna drop gonna fill your cup!!! The age of mir-

acles. The age of sound. Well there's a Golden Age. Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round!!!! The age of miracles. The age of sound. Well there's a Golden Age. Comin' round, comin' round, comin'

round!!!!B Anda my love. Wake up to your window. The day calls in billows. It’s echoing. Moonlight. Onto the blue night. Mare of your heart. In cozy red rainbows. It's shaking off halos. And the

memory of. Our sacred so and so. Oh take my hand sweet. Complete your release. Unbury your feet. And married we'll be. Alone in receiving. Ours is a feeling. Not that they would see. They don't

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know that we could be. Down where your cradle. Escaped the sea. And your raven haired mama. Caught told you so's. We're hanging in the shadow. Of your family tree. Your haunted heart and me.

Brought down by an old idea. Whose time has come. And in the shadow of the. Gallows of your family tree. There's a hundred hearts or three. Pumping blood to the roots of evil. To keep them young.

Ah me all mine, . Is it safe to say. That we've waited patiently? Call me on time. And recall the tune that has placed. Us gracefully. All into line. There's a garden grave and a place there. Saved

for me. I fall by your side. Though your silver haired. Mama throws told you-so's. We're hanging in the shadow. Of your family tree. Your haunted heart and me. Brought down by an old idea. Whose

time has come. And in the shadow of the. Gallows of your family tree. There's a hundred hearts or three. Pumping blood to the roots of evil. To keep them young. Now we're gathered in the. Shadow

of your family tree. In halted harmony. Brought down by an old idea. Whose time has come. And in the shadow of the valley. Of your family tree. There's a hundred hearts or three. Pumping blood

to the roots of Eden. To keep us young.A Hey Jackboot!!! F**k Your WAR!! Cause I'm fat and in love and no bombs are fallin’ on me for sure. But I'm scared to death that I’m livin' a life not worth

dying for. And your plow shear. It's a sword. And its wide arcing swing chops the heads off of many things. Mono crops... Laughter roars. Oh high hilarity!. Oh muck bury me!! Oh standard bearer

carry me burnin’ home from another tour!! Go ahead put your Red Dress on. Days of White Robes have come and gone, come and gone. Oh you rivers, oh you waters run. Come bear witness to the Whore

of Babylon! "Hey Slave" They called. And we caved. We answered. To a new name. Shout it loud shout it lame! But blackface it. You’re such a good dancer. Oh you’re a star. You’re carnival. Jacaranda

petals fall. Mix with the blood of the saints shot down in the square. Don't track it in on the soles of your shoes. When you’re dragged into the back of this car! Go ahead put your Red Dress on.

Days of white robes have come and gone, come and gone. Oh you rivers, oh you waters run. Come bear witness to the Whore of Babylon! It's a trap. That much is plain. Still, maybe send snapshots of

all your sweet pain. Playin’ tortuous games. It goes: Lense. Light. Fame. Read my names on your lips. When the man cracks the whip. And you'll all shake your hips. And you'll all dance to this.

Without making a fist. And I know that it sounds mundane. But it's a stone cold shame. How they got you tame, and they got me tame. So go ahead put your Red Dress on. Days of white robes come

and gone, come and gone. Oh you rivers, oh you waters run. Come bear witness to the Whore of Babylon!!D Lonely little love dog that. No one knows the name of. I know why you cry out. Desperate

and devout. Timid little teether. Your eyes set on the ether. Your moon in bella luna and. Howling hallelujah. Nameless you above me. Come lay me low and love me. This lonely little love dog. That

no one knows the name of. Curse me out in free verse. Wrap me up and reverse this. Patience is a virtue. Until it's silence burns you. And something slow. Has started in me as. Shameless as an

ocean. Mirrored in devotion. Something slow. Has sparked up in me. As dog cries for a master. Sparks are swirling faster. Lonely little love dog. That no one knows the ways of. Where the land is

low is. Where the bones'll show through. Lonely little love dog. That no one knows the days of. Where the land is low is. Where the water flows to. And holds you.U Storm, cast me out. So I can

feel it in another way. I won't talk about. Warm passenger's high. If I could feed it for another day. It might run me dry. I know the season's evolved to a freeze. Putting hearts in the balance here.

It's up to your knees and it's shifting. Degrees and it's choking. Your atmosphere. Storm, wind me out. So I can feel it in another way. They won't talk about. Worn masochist's sigh. A distant fig-

ure in a photograph. Another eye. I know your reason is stalled. And your freedoms dissolved. In your passion dear. It's burning your eyes and it's. Killing your mind. And it's broken your at-

mosphere. But should you find it. Obscene in that grey. Old dramatics hear a young heart say. Lord if you've got lungs. C'mon shout me out. I know the freeze has unthawed. And it's putting your

love into. Action dear. It's off in the breeze and it's. Shifting degrees. And it's opened your atmosphere. So should you decide it's. Obscene in that grey. Old dramatics hear a young heart say. Lord

if you've got lungs. C'mon shout me out.W Congratulations on the mess you. Made of things. On trying to reconstruct the air. And all that brings. And oxidation is the compromise. You own.

But this is beginning to feel like. The dog wants her bones saved. You force your fire. Then you falsify your deeds. Your methods dot the disconnect. From all your creeds. And fortune strives to.

Fill the vacuum that it feeds. But this is beginning to feel. Like the dog’s lost her lead. This is beginning to feel like the. Long winded blues of the never. This is beginning to feel like it's.

Curling up slowly and finding a throat. To choke. This is beginning to feel like the. Long winded blues of the never. Barely controlled locomotive. Consuming the picture. And blowing the crows

the smoke. This is beginning to feel like. The long winded blues of the never. Static explosion devoted to crushing. The broken and shoving the souls to. Ghost. Eternalized. Objectified. You set

your sights so high. But this is beginning to feel. Like the bolt busted loose. From the lever. Never mind, death professor. Your structure's fine. My dust is better. Your victim flies so high. All

to catch a bird's eye view. Of who's next. Never you mind death professor. If love is life, my love is better. Your victim flies so high. Eyes could be the diamonds. Confused with who's next. Never

you mind, death professor. Your shocks are fine. My struts are better. Your fiction flies so high. Y'all could use a doctor. Who's sick, who's next? Never you mind, death professor. Electrified, my

love is better. It’s crystallized so'm I. All could be the diamond. Fused with who's next. This is beginning to feel. Like the dawn of the luz of forever. This is beginning to feel. Like the dawn of

the luz of forever.O Oh but the longing is terrible. A wonton heart under attack. I wanna love you all the way off. I wanna break your back. Colour of all that's hysterical. Travels along your

bones. Just to be near you suckin’ your skin. Not gonna leave you alone. Yes here of course there are miracles. A lover that loves that's one. Groomed with the laughter. Ecstatic disaster. Come

let's arouse the fun! We could build an engine. Out of all your rising stars. Tear apart the apart. We seem to think we are! Call off work let's lay! Call it Lovers Day! Call it Lovers Day!! Give me

the keys to your hiding place. I'm not gonna tear it apart. I'm gonna keep you weak in the knees. Try to unlock your heart. You're gonna turn me animal. You're gonna turn me dumb. Your kiss in

the night. Bringing the light. You're like the rising sun. I hunger for you like a cannibal. Not gonna let you run. I'm gonna take you. I'm gonna shake you. I'm gonna make you cum. Swear to God

it'll get so hot it'll melt our faces off. Then we can see the you the me beyond mirrors outside clock. Held naked in the light. Held gently, held tight. So soft! Get Off! Get Off! Ball so hard we'll

smash the walls. Break the bed. And Crash the floors! Don't Stop! Laugh and Scream! And have the neighbors call the cops! ‘till all the eyes that've seen our fire play!! Can't forget. Mark it down.

Call it Lovers Day!! Yes here of course there are miracles. Under your sighs and moans. I'm Gonna take you. I'm Gonna take you. I'm Gonna take you home

j Halfway Home b Crying T Dancing Choose Y Stork & Owl E Golden Age B Family Tree A Red Dress D Love Dog U Shout Me Out W DLZ O Lover’s Day

XXX

HALFWAY HOME:j(Adebimpe)

Lyrics: Tunde Adebimpe

Martin Perna - flutes

CRYING:b(Malone/Bunton)

Lyrics: Kyp Malone

Stuart Bogie - sax

Eric Biondo - trumpet

Aaron Johnson - trombone

Yoshi Takamasa - shaker, clave

Horns arranged by Stuart Bogie

DANCING CHOOSE:T(Adebimpe/Sitek)


Stuart Bogie - sax

Colin Stetson - sax

Horns arranged by David Andrew Sitek

STORK & OWL:Y(Malone)

Lyrics: Kyp Malone

Janis Shen - violin

Claudia Chopek - violin

Eleanor Norton - cello

Lara Hicks - viola

Strings arranged by Jaleel Bunton, Janis Shen and Claudia Chopek.

GOLDEN AGE:E(Malone/Sitek)

Lyrics: Kyp Malone

Stuart Bogie - sax


Aaron Johnsson - trombone

Katrina Ford - vox

Janis Shen - violin



Lara Hicks - viola

Yoshi Takamasa - congas, bells

Strings arranged by Janis Shen, Claudia Chopek,

Jaleel Bunton and Kyp Malone.

Horns arranaged by David Andrew Sitek

FAMILY TREE:B(Adebimpe)


Katrina Ford - backing vox

Janis Shen - violin



Lara Hicks - viola

Strings arranged by Jaleel Bunton, Janis Shen and Claudia Chopek

Additional string arrangements by Perry Serpa

RED DRESS:A(Malone/Sitek)

Lyrics: Kyp Malone

Stuart Sogie - sax

Colin Stetson - sax



Yoshi Takamasa - congas

Horns arranged by David Andrew Sitek and Stuart Bogie

LOVE DOG:D(Adebimpe)


Stuart Bogie – tenor sax

Colin Stetson – baritone sax


Janis Shen - violin



Lara Hicks - viola

Strings arranged by Jaleel Bunton, Janis Shen and Claudia Chopek

SHOUT ME OUT:U(Adebimpe)


Stuart Bogie - sax

DLZ:W(Adebimpe)


Katrina Ford - backing vox



Leah Paul - horns


Yoshi Takamasa - percussion

LOVER’S DAY:O(Malone)

Lyrics: Kyp Malone

David Bergander - drums

Eleanore Everdell - vox


Matana Roberts – alto sax, clarinet

Colin Stetson - baritone saxophone

Stuart Bogie - tenor saxophone

Arrangement by Kyp Malone

Stuart Bogie, Aaron Johnson and Martin Perna appear courtesy of ANTI-

David Bergander and Katrina Ford appear courtesy of 4AD Interscope Records, 2220 Colorado Ave., Santa Monica, CA90404 Manufactured and distributed in the United States byUniversal Music Distribution. �� 2008 Touch And Go Records,under exclusive license to Interscope Records. All rightsreserved.

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