Gold Fools

by Spanish Prisoners

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1.
she put a cigarette in the tip jar but she, she never phones home acid blue smoke rising his temper gone broke los angeles guitar dream was a hoax and the streets are sighing something classic in their eyes they knowingly disguise and the city is waltzing slow dance with the moon that once made her swoon and she used to leave him breathless always wanting more but now its her breathing that has quickened running, running for the door and the streets are sighing something classic in their eyes they knowingly disguise and the city is waltzing slow dance with the moon that once made her swoon///
2.
03:41
home-sick well-heeled boys keep their cards well-hid, so sedated making so much noise about nothing in the evening suit and tie white-collared men keep their cards well-hid, so sedated fists clenched in the folds of the night, by the jukebox light, no name to recite summer houses on both coasts somehow that's not enough sheets of egyptian cotton to soak up all the rich blood by the jukebox light, no name to recite summer houses on both coasts somehow that's not enough sheets of egyptian cotton to soak up all the rich blood all the rich blood all the rich blood/////
3.
Deep in outer space, where there ain't no place for your silent ways, and your lightning pace some day I will change, but it might be just too late wait with me, forget your silence. you and I will know no violence there is no way we could come with me and step on over the dust will fill your lungs but never fear your life is safe with me deep in outer space, where there ain't no place for your silent ways, and your lightning pace 99 stars, 99 stars ............ (whispers ring out in the dark) RUN RUN RUN RUN /////////////// I never thought about this world I only thought of multiplying many dreams of a thousand girls when I feel like dying some day when the rain will fall don't you know that it's calling you to it's side of the room? I swear, I never thought about this world I only thought of multiplying, no
4.
a hurricane came, it tore us apart I need a new plan, I need a new start a hurricane came, it tore us apart I need a new plan, 'cause I lost the one I got the only justice that remains, the crack of an electric drum if you gonna judge me on my dreams, then don't tell me that its wrong I stitched defensive lies, oh but you just kick them away you can't say I never tried but its all the same if the truth is that I walk alone, in the nights spent on my own you never notice when I'm not around, you're saying words that I can't understand.... you picked up the knife, your fingers shaking don't pretend the blade had no history with you the room became so small, there's no escaping I never noticed from afar how your hands shook in the dark we walk side by side, I talk of leaving, you say "goodbye" so many hours that we spent dealing in secrets I can't defend now when I speak of life, when I speak of death you ask if that's all that I have left, but who could judge me on my dreams when I don't know what that means? if the truth is that I walk alone, in the nights spent on my own you never notice when I'm not around, you're saying words I don't understand.... you picked up the knife, your fingers shaking don't pretend the blade had no history with you the room became so small, there's no escaping I never noticed from afar how your hands shook in the dark you picked up the knife, your fingers shaking don't pretend the blade had no history with you the room became so small, there's no escaping I never noticed from afar how your hands shook in the dark//////
5.
04:06
when you're not here, I go down to the water I bury my hands, I keep looking for something else the specifics fade, when dawns cloak unravels there's nothing real in such a slow decay (a slow decay) something else, something else (every line, a broken cadence every line, a rearrangement) everything I write is a letter to the future to someone who knows just where these words were kept else, else, something else else, else, something else/////
6.
don't try, don't lie I see your lipstick under the table everything you said slips away gold fools like a silent siren all the records left spinning placebo eyes, they sway no jury about as righteous as an empty casino 'cause gold fools never satisfy down like a soldier (don't think twice) you can't see it in your neighbors (a runaway light) it was lost in the way (don't think twice) you never saw it in the nighttime (a runaway light) gold fools, gold fools gold fools like a silent siren gold fools, gold fools gold fools like a silent siren////
7.
Once I woke up to find the city frozen and my lungs congealed like melted metal tokens with each bewildered breath, I put my feet to motion step over sidewalk lines creased with commotion as I slid through walls of rusted chrome-like ether, in my bones I feel as tough as death and eager to find a cassette-tape song from any other era lost among the multitudes of missing ones and zeroes (that's when I froze///) it came in a flash of ice that whipped our face a familiar smell our feet were tracing paths in the road over logs and bones, down the hill the sun was turned black, cold underneath ........................... ...........................
8.
I get in at 6:30, Fred doesn't get here till 7 that gives me half an hour to wear whatever dress I want and there's a Cadillac from yesterday still needs its oil changed these thoughts follow me from haunt to haunt but I am not scared, scared of being found out this is who I am, this is who I am four Volvos, four changed tires a Toyota with a leaky cylinder seal I thought saw Jim look at me funny 'round lunch time turns out the food just made him queasy still I lower the blinds an extra time there are things that no one should see still I lower the blinds an extra time there are things that no one should see see see see see see eeee eeeeee eeeeeee eeee e eeee at home, there is the keyboard there is the black screen at home, there is my closet such a dichotomy ........................... ........................... still I lower the blinds an extra time there are things that no one should see still I lower the blinds an extra time there are things that no one should see////////
9.
Downtown Chicagoland, standing by myself in a drunk alleyway, I used to be someone else but who that is or was, an empty lot overgrown past selves, visages, fade into the unknown the scenery is changing, but I'm bound to my old ways not knowing who to blame or who to ask for help a never-ending hallway with only shadows of exits every corner from afar a mirage of exodus ........................ (I couldn't face it) ........................ I never was a fighter I never was a state done-in and if it don't matter you curse the walls where you stand I never was a forest I never helped you at all downtown Chicagoland, standing by myself in a drunk alleyway, I used to be someone else///// if you know what I'm feeling the curse is done/////

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released October 4, 2011

produced by Spanish Prisoners
mixed by Dan Huron
mastered by Carl Saff
(c) Spanish Prisoners 2011

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