“Faster Horses”
Lets buy the sky
Fantasize
Never compromise
Dipped in silver and gold
Never satisfied
You’re in the front row
You’re so low
You don’t know
I know
Black and blue
Faces run
Down the paper
Talking tongues
Light it up
You’re a solider
You’re so restless
You’re so reckless
It’s so relentless
I know
You want faster horses
You want faster horses
You want faster horses
You want faster, faster
You see me
Super flat
No opinion
Phase me out
I’m out
Subterranean
You’re in the front row
You’re solo
You don’t know
I know
Lick the bit
Lick the glass
Crack the window
Crack the whip
Twist the cap
Screw your face up
You’re so restless
You’re so reckless
It’s so relentless
I know
You want faster horses
You want faster horses
You want faster horses
You want faster horses
You want faster horses
You want faster horses
You want faster horses
You want faster, faster
“Cut Me Out”
Gather sparks in a velvet bag
Count them out, one by one again
Under bricks, buried away
Speculate on a future stake
Hold them close, swallow them whole
Pound them out into sheets, to control
The words become translucent
Oh, you cash them in
All this talk in the clouds
Changes wind on the ground
Open eyelids of gold
Cut me out
A burning bloom on a bed of spines
Digging deep into your skin
The dry lines crack with charcoal
Your only comfort is the burning sun
Hold it close inhale it in
Take it down, and down and down again
Feel the quicksand through your fingers
Oh oh, while you melt away
All this talk in the clouds
Changes wind on the ground
Open eyelids of gold
Cut me out
Unleash the downpour
As the words flood in
Will they wash you away
Watered down
Cut me out
Written A. Warner, P. Keusch
Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Peter Wade Keusch
Programming and Synthesizers: Amanda Warner and Peter Wade Keusch
Additional Engineering and Digital Editing: Emmett Farley
“#1 In Heaven”
My ode to the bourgeoisie
Say goodbye to decency
It’s the last of your sunny days
In the hills high above the bay
Oh, you better step away
Number one in heaven, with a bullet
I’ll come for you when I can
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings
Number one in heaven, with a bullet
Remember who I am
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings
#1 in heaven….
From the heart, signed in blood
The first of many merry men before the flood
Where you gonna go as the pressure breaks
To the hills, now, you can’t get away
Oh, I’ll take you all with me
Number one in heaven, with a bullet
I’ll come for you when I can
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings
Number one in heaven, with a bullet
Remember who I am
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings
Put your hands above your head
Close your eyes and count to ten
I said
Put your hands above your head right now
I said
Put your hands above your head right now
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings
Number one in heaven, with a bullet
Remember who I am
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings
I’m number one in heaven
Oh, send my greetings
Written A. Warner, P. Keusch
Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Peter Wade Keusch
Programming and Synthesizers: Amanda Warner and Peter Wade Keusch
Additional Engineering and Digital Editing: Emmett Farley
“I Go Away”
It’s over, indulgently sober
How did I get here without feeling anything
“Stay true, see it through,” they say
Tick tock, time just slips away
And when the air is clear
The way I go is the way I feel
I’ll go away, I’ll go away, I’ll go my own way
I’ll go away, go away
This is my anthem, I know it like I know everything
I see it everywhere and in everyone
It’s complication, it’s validation
“Stay true, see it through,” they say
Tick tock, time just slips away
And when the air is clear
the way I go is anyway I feel
I’ll go away, I’ll go away, I’ll go my own way
I’ll go away, go away
“Stay true,” is that what they really say
See it through, there is no easy way
It’s right, why do I feel this weight
Tick tock, time just slips away
I’ll go my own way
Go away, go away
Written A. Warner, P. Keusch
Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Peter Wade Keusch
Programming and Synthesizers: Amanda Warner and Peter Wade Keusch
Additional Engineering and Digital Editing: Emmett Farley
“Caligula”
I’m on the weather
I’m on the left
Annihilation
I got my F
A lesser evil
Not particular
Discard your Idyll
Caligula
Isis on the control tower
Isis on the control tower
Caligula, Caligula
Caligula, Caligula
I’m on the ceiling
I’m on the left
I got my sculpture
I got my F
I got my F-R-E-N-C-H Press
F-R-E-N-C-H
I got my C-A-L-I-G-U-L-A
Caligula, Caligula
Caligula, Caligula
Isis on the control tower
Isis on the control tower
Isis on the control tower
Isis on the control tower
Caligula, Caligula
Caligula, Caligula
Written A. Warner, P. Keusch
Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Peter Wade Keusch
Programming and Synthesizers: Amanda Warner and Peter Wade Keusch
Additional Engineering and Digital Editing: Emmett Farley