Ashes of ancients
The nations repainted
The chain gang chatelaine changing the station
The theme song playing
The anthem of normal
The horrible fanfare
The horns get distorted on a public announcement
The towns are impounded
Where the order resounded
Cowards towered around it
Power line buzzards surveilling the night
Talons in flight
Fake horizons ignite
Banality lives where hysteria kills
Civilian jungles with malaria pills
Animals bleed to buy a star from the night
Avenue kids wear a scar like a stripe
Send up a signal to the heavenly rescue
When the poison's coming from the person you're next to
Let the voltage of thought pull the plug from the wound
Cos if the soul is the symptom the condition is you
We know it's a letterbomb hand-me-down
This thought is a perjury blindfold
When she crawls from the Himalayan rain
With her birds of prey are weapons on the fire
She's riding a landslide down to me
Cutting the shackles off of me
Shaking the dead birds from the trees
She's taking the only air I breathe
Iron lungs and a plate glass sermon
Don't call it death on the installment plan
She's putting the armor on my back
Raking the coals over the tracks
Taking the knife out from the stack
She's bringing the blood that I held back
She's coming to see it's all a sin
She's coming to see the sun again
Coming to wash it off again
Coming to see herself again
Coming to see yourself again
Coming to wash it off again
I picture like a... like an illuminated manuscript, you know? Made by monks. They hand-do them in record… in record form. And… and you'd have to have it hand-done each time.
Like depending… like change depending on what mood you're in. Like the best... or depending on like when you listen from a different age. They'll mean something different.
Nah, I don't like it when they change. It frightens me.
You want them to stay the same?
It makes me feel like someone's pushing me from below. Or trying to put me… turn me over and put me down. That's what it makes me feel like when they change.
It has to tell you how to live. It is an instruction guide. Subtle. It's… it doesn't push. It nudges. It… it entices. Or… it seduces. It has to encompass the whole world, everything that has been, is.and will be, and could take it into space. And that's why you need a spaceship. Cos that's ultimately what space travel is all about is sending our shit from Earth into space. And not just in some like space shuttle that's got all the foam coming off of it. You need your own glowing, you know, multicolor spaceship. It would be inside the spaceship and also the spaceship. You know what I'm saying? Like an exoskeleton.
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APPEARS ON:
The Information
YEAR RELEASED:
2006
LENGTH:
10:36
OTHER TITLES:
The Horrible Fanfare
Landslide
Exoskeleton
WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen
Nigel Godrich
PRODUCED BY:
Nigel Godrich
PROGRAMMED BY:
Nigel Godrich
ENGINEERED BY:
Nigel Godrich
Darrell Thorp
MIXED BY:
Nigel Godrich
MASTERED BY:
Bob Ludwig
PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals
Dave Eggers
Talking
Spike Jonze
Talking
Rachel Shelley
Shipping Forecast
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