Mar 17, 2003 23:35
--Ambulance X extracts several consultants from the slow gumming death at the office oriface. Ambulance Y imprisons the sigh of the recent amputee and dumps her in the xylophone trees. Ambulance X scours the tanning complex for repunzels rotting in their skin cooking coffins. Ambulance Y drops the body off at the door step. Ambulance X pulls you out of the party and rubs your freckles like a DJ to his records but Ambulance Y teaches you the word goodbye and cuts your hands to show you where you stand under the monolith of what is love and what is scam, what is sun and what is tan. The Ambulance Angels pull up to your doorstep the sirens flash emrgency, "you'd better come quick". The ambulance Angels chisel a crack in your mouth, and then they paint a landscape with your regret and shouts. Roll tape and decode the moans, ventilate the scandel from these locked up mouth holes. you'll never see your wife and children again so tell us what it was going through your heard, when you looked into their eyes and said "NO THANKS I'LL TAKE THE HOOKER INSTEAD" You'll never see that office again so when the nurse amputates both of your thighs come a little bit closer to the mic and tell us what you miss more your desk or the hungry sky. The Ambulance Angels pull up to the graveyard and leave you there bubbling broken sonnets and shards. The Ambulance Angels notify your next of kin and show them the scrap book of your operation: "His head was a faucet leaking love, laughter and lies:all his secret wishes"--
The Blood Brothers - Ambulance (vs. Ambulance)
Im hooked on these guys..its great how they made people either really really hate em or love em. No inbetweens. if you're an inbetween then you're just pretending. Listening to them at first is like being jabbed with a rusted piece of screeching metal then having it cleared by an industrial sized magnet, while feeling your own blood flow out of your head to soothe the pain. Their melody acts like antiseptic and warm water. Totally complementary to the rest of their song structures. I went to berkeley and picked up the "burn, piano island, burn" on vinyl at amoeba today because I couldnt wait for the cd to come out.. I got stuck reading their lyrics while I was going back home on bart. its awesome, the whole album tells a story.. oh man.. i feel good..
Prisoner: "operator I love you. Operator, I would never leave you.. Operator I love to see your face pressed up against the glass. I need to hear the way your tongue tastes in my ear"
Operator: "put the receiver to your chest and let me know who loves you best"