Lazy flies all hovering above
The magistrate he puts on his gloves
And he looks to the clouds
All pink and disheveled
There must be some blueprint
Some creed of the devil
Inscribed in our minds
A hideous game vanishes in thin air
The vanity of slaves
Who wants to be there
To sweep the debris
To harness dead horses
Ride in the sun
A life of confessions written in the dust
Out in the mangroves the mynah birds cry
In the shadows of sulphur the trawlers drift by
They're chewing dried meat in a house of disrepute
The dust of opiates and syphilis patients
On brochure vacations
Fear has a glare that traps you like searchlights
Puritans stare
Their souls are fluorescent
The skin of a robot vibrates with pleasure
Matrons and gigolos carouse in the parlor
Their hand-grenade eyes invalid and blind
A hideous game vanishes in thin air
The vanity of slaves
Who wants to be there
To sweep the debris
To harness dead horses
Ride in the sun
A life of confessions written in the dust
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APPEARS ON:
Mutations
Rock Sound Volume 4
Un Automne 98
Wisebuys
YEAR RELEASED:
1998
DATE RECORDED:
March 19th 1998 - April 3rd 1998
LENGTH:
3:43
WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen
PRODUCED BY:
Nigel Godrich
Beck Hansen
ENGINEERED BY:
Nigel Godrich
ASSISTANT ENGINEER:
John Sorensen
MIXED BY:
Nigel Godrich
MASTERED BY:
Bob Ludwig
STUDIO:
Ocean Way Studios
PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Guitar
Roger Manning, Jr.
Keyboards
Justin Meldal-Johnsen
Electric Bass, Percussion
Joey Waronker
Drums, Percussion
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