solitary
by the christina finelli recovery project
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"Cheap, bloodless reformation, a guiltless liberty, appear flat and vapid to their taste."
- Edmund Burke, Reflections on the French Revolution, 1790
- Edmund Burke, Reflections on the French Revolution, 1790
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released 01 January 2004
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- Track Name: internment
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when i was that young
i made her jump
when i was that dumb
they locked me up - Track Name: midweek blues
- two peas in a pod. the expression begs the proliferation of a psuedo-vegetabalist society which, when implemented, will only strengthen our unified identity. this, the loss of the face and creativity of the individual will only solidify the place of the common good at the forefront of modern day society’s goals. satisfying the selfish, wanton desires of the every-man will become secondary, tertiary objectives, perhaps even expulsed altogether in favor of the deliberate, mechanized regression of both our mind and soul. no longer will it suffice simply to be alive, bathed in the emotional pools of choice. instead to be replaced by the belief in constant and continual happiness as a goal to be achieved, the ultimate manna, the success of our progeny, the middle class, of mediocrity, indecision and pathetic compromise, of mini-vans and suburbs, of the homogenized state of religion, of single-size servings conveniently packaged with the loss of the belief in the natural state of being, of dogs and cats and fences and the feces they create, along with the deliberate attempt at the nullification of the creative spirit and the elimination of self-determination. this is what you will believe. two billion peas in a pod, this is what we all must believe.
- Track Name: the perfect moment
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without clothes, shoulders and elbows touching
eyes closed, the noise around us swirling
Ritual de lo Habitual is playing
i move to touch her... - Track Name: every one
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take me
break me
hold me
you’re so bored
lie to me
then lie down next to me
you’re me
and i’m not me
it’s all the same
every loser’s game
you’re fucking me
you change me
you’re a woman
god manufactured
you can’t pull a heart out from your stones
together, apart, I am alone
you’re a woman
god manufactured
you can’t pull a heart out from a rib
do i look like the saviour?
bettina is quiet in the corner room
holly she swindles her dance of gloom
witches hair draped in milk-white
quietly kills and turns out the light
shimmering heart makes up disguise
you rape my heart out as your prize
a fat old pig by candlelight
fuck you Christina, and to all a goodnight
we’ll never love again - Track Name: everyone else
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there’s been too many lovers passing through my bed to see you again
i’ve been too big an asshole, caused too many tears, then drank too many beers
petty selfish boor egotistical control
that’s the man i am, not the boy that i pretend to be
so i know how to treat a woman, it doesn’t make it right, it makes me wrong
i love ‘em and i leave ‘em, i can’t stop now, might as well go on
petty selfish boor egotistical control
that’s the man i am, not the boy that i pretend to be
petty selfish boor egotistical whore
that’s the man i am, not the boy that i pretend to be - Track Name: the little red-haired girl
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this song is fast
it hurts my fingers
this song is stupid
i wrote it for my girlfriend
ooh la la
i guess i’ll go home and thank my love bone
i guess i’ll go home and shake my love bone
she’s not my girlfriend
i saw her on the bus
she made my dick hard
she has red hair
ooh la la
i guess i’ll go home and thank my love bone
i guess i’ll go home and shake my love bone
i’ll go to work
i’ll see her on the bus
she’ll make my dick hard
ooh la la
i guess i’ll go home and thank my love bone
i guess i’ll go home and shake my love bone
alone - Track Name: rotting flesh break-up
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man lay down
his head on her
the tears stream down his face
the kiss before them
he closes his eyes and throws it away
woman lay down
her head in her hands
all alone
now, in the room filled with the light of the moon
the moon never had looked so blue
the stars never seemed so far away - Track Name: never
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(silent thoughts...)
stop the silence before i'm dead
stop your love, before i'm mislead
your past with me will never come clean
your past before me, remains unseen
i want you facing me
but you never will - Track Name: two days gone
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(silent thoughts)
in my head
in my head
the lives have fallen
the trees are bled
bended knee
but she knows that's not me
bleeds the tongue
with a quickened smile
in my vein
true it's pain
he takes the food
to feast a while
two days gone... - Track Name: we love armageddon
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there’s too many colors
for heat-seeking lovers
talking to her tits i feel a boner ahead
i get the clap i give it to my girlfriend instead
now i’m bled
we’re pissing on each other
i’m having sex with her mother
do it absolution wash your hands of the lie
one mother fucker and a bottle survive
now i’m bled
we love armageddon - Track Name: life of the party
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we talk out on the porch
it’s the 4th of July
she gets up to entertain
i get all paranoid
the bottle knows my name
it calls me jonny dirge
i think i’m Westerberg
i finish off my friends
all by myself again
i vomit off the porch
all by myself
i need another drink
i love her
and i need another drink
for her
i stumble into the room
now i’m secure
i don’t know who i am
now i’m secure
with friends and family there
i’ll show how much i care
throwing up my guts
i’ll break her little heart
when i call her a fucking slut
and everybody stares
i need another drink
i love her
and i need another drink
no,
yes, i need it
because i love her
and i need another drink - Track Name: cradle junk
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junk the boats up in my head
flush the cradle ‘til it’s dead
crack the vice the girl she’s bled
ties the noose stains on her bed
piss on me
lipstick lips eyes ring nose tight
drug night alcohol to flight
assure you everything’s all right
so i can rape you a thousand times tonight
piss on me - Track Name: torture
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stop
stop
the disease is spread
stop
stop
the artificial head
the past
your past
is sickening me
the past
your past
will never be
(now listen to my heart)
i remember the music well,
never too well, just perfect
allowing me the pleasure of self-torture
as i listen
and continue to listen to the stake being driven through my heart.
i lie on my couch, stiffened by the earth being thrown on my coffin.
The Blue Nile, Jane’s Addiction, Heretix, Harry Chapin,
eclectisism was her practice,
hell, we even thought Pretty Hate Machine was romantic.
isn’t it?
now, realization is self-evident.
you lost it now, as if you never had it.
face me
(drop dead) - Track Name: modern
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hey look, a pretty head
hey look, a business man
hey look, a broken rule
hey look, man, now you’re cool
hey look, a membership
hey look, it’s paid constraint
hey look, the IRS
hey look, your wife’s crisis
let’s be a superstar
let’s be a red sports car
let’s be a hypocrite
let’s be atypical
let’s be a conundrum
let’s be a Valium
let’s be a blonde who bought it
let’s be yeah she bought it
i am honest
i am honest to myself
i’m lost in a modern world
and where i am found is not here - Track Name: kavanaugh
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one man
one man
one man who questions all these questions,
i’m passing out for free
on his poetry
one man
one man
one man whose freedom all that he lives for
explaining it to me
honest poetry - Track Name: for god college
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quiet now, in my head
broken dreams, in a sea of red
while i gouge my eyes and pluck them from my skull
silence turned necessity, from my own hypocrisy
my enemies are buried with me now
daisy in a cup
i don't want to fuck it up - Track Name: man
- i'm not okay
- Track Name: fake love
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better stick alone
save myself
for i can't defend the actions and the words
i can't control
anymore
i close my eyes
with trembling hands
to wipe off the fears
and put back the pose
and skinny legs way too close
it's all i know
fake love
i'm wasted on (so long...) - Track Name: clean white sheets
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play on today
let’s stay in bed all day
wrap yourself up and come in close
no,
don’t get out of bed
except to get some Lucky Charms
for tomorrow
we fly - Track Name: reservoir
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takes hand in mine
dead in time
all happily
falling rapidly
like a pair of broken wings
we’re broken things
death seems premature
that’s ensured
oh no
i’m no more
if i’m so dumb
then i know more
she says we’re lost
so i am
i’m up
he puts me down
then not around
cut me up
decissate
vapid in my mind
i’m lost
so desecrate
oh no
i’m no more
if i’m so dumb
then i know more
block the sunlight from my eyes
let the blood flow from my veins
cover up my latent body
but i don’t want to fade away
block the sunlight from my eyes
let the blood flow from my veins
cover up my naked body
but i don’t want to fade away
cut this bitch out of my eyes
let the cunt flow from my veins
cover up her latent body
but i don’t want to fade away
cut this bitch out of my eyes
let the cunt flow from my veins
cover up her naked body
but i don’t want to fade away
but i don’t want to fade away
and all the prayers in them reign
takes hand in mine
dead in time
death seems premature
that’s ensured - Track Name: supergirl
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they hate me
because she’s dead
unholy love
and i hate them
because she’s dead
unholy love
my baby tried to fly
she smashed her face on the rocks below
the blood rushed out of her head
i stood and stared
that’s why i’m here
she hates me
for what i said
“my perfect love”
and i hate her
for what she did
my only love
my baby tried to fly
she smashed her face on the rocks below
the blood rushed out of her head
i stood and stared
that’s why i’m here
