The Last World of Fire and Trash
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β±οΈ 4:08 duration
π ID: 10939370
π Lyrics
I don't know anything anymore
or if that cricket is still singing
in a country where crickets are banned
I'm Indian in a strange pastiche of hurt and rain
smells like curry and sweat
from a sunset rock and roll restaurant
A familiar demon groaning with fear
has stalked me here, ruins poetry, then
his swollen pride commandeers
Beneath the moon rocking above Los Angeles
or outside the stomp dance fire of memory
I told him, you can choose to hate me
for going too far, or for being a nothing
next to a pretty nothing like you
So long, goodbye, oh fearful one
My desires had turned into a small mountain
Of dirty clothes, sax gig bag, guitar
books, shoes and grief
that I packed and carried
from one raw wound to another
I can't get betrayal out of my heart
out of my mind
in this hotel room where I'm packing for home
I've seen that same face whirring
in the blur of a glass of wine
after the crashed dance
the goodbye song
in the last world of fire and trash
The most dangerous demons spring from fire
and a broken heart, smell of bittersweet aftershave
and the musk of a thousand angels
And then I let that thought go running away
because I refuse to stay in bondage
to an enemy, who thinks he wants what I have
So long, goodbye, oh fearful one
My desires had turned into a small mountain
Of dirty clothes, sax gig bag, guitar
books, shoes and grief
that I packed and carried
from one raw wound to another
I turned my cheek as my head parted through a curtain of truth
and erupted from the spirit world to this gambling placeβ
And I send prayers skyward
on smoke
???
???
Release this suffering
Let the pretty beast and all the world know peace
I refuse to sum it up anymore; it's not possible
I give it up
to the battering of songs against the light
to the singing of the earnest cricket
in the last world of fire and trash
or if that cricket is still singing
in a country where crickets are banned
I'm Indian in a strange pastiche of hurt and rain
smells like curry and sweat
from a sunset rock and roll restaurant
A familiar demon groaning with fear
has stalked me here, ruins poetry, then
his swollen pride commandeers
Beneath the moon rocking above Los Angeles
or outside the stomp dance fire of memory
I told him, you can choose to hate me
for going too far, or for being a nothing
next to a pretty nothing like you
So long, goodbye, oh fearful one
My desires had turned into a small mountain
Of dirty clothes, sax gig bag, guitar
books, shoes and grief
that I packed and carried
from one raw wound to another
I can't get betrayal out of my heart
out of my mind
in this hotel room where I'm packing for home
I've seen that same face whirring
in the blur of a glass of wine
after the crashed dance
the goodbye song
in the last world of fire and trash
The most dangerous demons spring from fire
and a broken heart, smell of bittersweet aftershave
and the musk of a thousand angels
And then I let that thought go running away
because I refuse to stay in bondage
to an enemy, who thinks he wants what I have
So long, goodbye, oh fearful one
My desires had turned into a small mountain
Of dirty clothes, sax gig bag, guitar
books, shoes and grief
that I packed and carried
from one raw wound to another
I turned my cheek as my head parted through a curtain of truth
and erupted from the spirit world to this gambling placeβ
And I send prayers skyward
on smoke
???
???
Release this suffering
Let the pretty beast and all the world know peace
I refuse to sum it up anymore; it's not possible
I give it up
to the battering of songs against the light
to the singing of the earnest cricket
in the last world of fire and trash
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.80] I don't know anything anymore
[00:14.04] or if that cricket is still singing
[00:16.70] in a country where crickets are banned
[00:22.14] I'm Indian in a strange pastiche of hurt and rain
[00:25.98] smells like curry and sweat
[00:28.51] from a sunset rock and roll restaurant
[00:32.86] A familiar demon groaning with fear
[00:35.56] has stalked me here, ruins poetry, then
[00:39.80] his swollen pride commandeers
[00:43.41] Beneath the moon rocking above Los Angeles
[00:48.08] or outside the stomp dance fire of memory
[00:53.56] I told him, you can choose to hate me
[00:55.89] for going too far, or for being a nothing
[01:00.21] next to a pretty nothing like you
[01:04.37] So long, goodbye, oh fearful one
[01:08.76] My desires had turned into a small mountain
[01:14.52] Of dirty clothes, sax gig bag, guitar
[01:17.72] books, shoes and grief
[01:19.73] that I packed and carried
[01:22.84] from one raw wound to another
[01:26.11] I can't get betrayal out of my heart
[01:28.67] out of my mind
[01:30.27] in this hotel room where I'm packing for home
[01:36.61] I've seen that same face whirring
[01:38.50] in the blur of a glass of wine
[01:41.09] after the crashed dance
[01:42.66] the goodbye song
[01:43.84] in the last world of fire and trash
[01:47.44] The most dangerous demons spring from fire
[01:50.36] and a broken heart, smell of bittersweet aftershave
[01:54.94] and the musk of a thousand angels
[01:58.05] And then I let that thought go running away
[02:00.73] because I refuse to stay in bondage
[02:03.49] to an enemy, who thinks he wants what I have
[02:08.45] So long, goodbye, oh fearful one
[02:12.45] My desires had turned into a small mountain
[02:18.27] Of dirty clothes, sax gig bag, guitar
[02:21.47] books, shoes and grief
[02:23.42] that I packed and carried
[02:26.08] from one raw wound to another
[02:29.47]
[02:50.66] I turned my cheek as my head parted through a curtain of truth
[02:55.46] and erupted from the spirit world to this gambling placeβ
[03:01.47] And I send prayers skyward
[03:05.60] on smoke
[03:07.31] ???
[03:09.55] ???
[03:13.10] Release this suffering
[03:16.98] Let the pretty beast and all the world know peace
[03:23.57] I refuse to sum it up anymore; it's not possible
[03:32.72] I give it up
[03:34.32] to the battering of songs against the light
[03:37.94] to the singing of the earnest cricket
[03:40.66] in the last world of fire and trash
[03:44.40]
[00:14.04] or if that cricket is still singing
[00:16.70] in a country where crickets are banned
[00:22.14] I'm Indian in a strange pastiche of hurt and rain
[00:25.98] smells like curry and sweat
[00:28.51] from a sunset rock and roll restaurant
[00:32.86] A familiar demon groaning with fear
[00:35.56] has stalked me here, ruins poetry, then
[00:39.80] his swollen pride commandeers
[00:43.41] Beneath the moon rocking above Los Angeles
[00:48.08] or outside the stomp dance fire of memory
[00:53.56] I told him, you can choose to hate me
[00:55.89] for going too far, or for being a nothing
[01:00.21] next to a pretty nothing like you
[01:04.37] So long, goodbye, oh fearful one
[01:08.76] My desires had turned into a small mountain
[01:14.52] Of dirty clothes, sax gig bag, guitar
[01:17.72] books, shoes and grief
[01:19.73] that I packed and carried
[01:22.84] from one raw wound to another
[01:26.11] I can't get betrayal out of my heart
[01:28.67] out of my mind
[01:30.27] in this hotel room where I'm packing for home
[01:36.61] I've seen that same face whirring
[01:38.50] in the blur of a glass of wine
[01:41.09] after the crashed dance
[01:42.66] the goodbye song
[01:43.84] in the last world of fire and trash
[01:47.44] The most dangerous demons spring from fire
[01:50.36] and a broken heart, smell of bittersweet aftershave
[01:54.94] and the musk of a thousand angels
[01:58.05] And then I let that thought go running away
[02:00.73] because I refuse to stay in bondage
[02:03.49] to an enemy, who thinks he wants what I have
[02:08.45] So long, goodbye, oh fearful one
[02:12.45] My desires had turned into a small mountain
[02:18.27] Of dirty clothes, sax gig bag, guitar
[02:21.47] books, shoes and grief
[02:23.42] that I packed and carried
[02:26.08] from one raw wound to another
[02:29.47]
[02:50.66] I turned my cheek as my head parted through a curtain of truth
[02:55.46] and erupted from the spirit world to this gambling placeβ
[03:01.47] And I send prayers skyward
[03:05.60] on smoke
[03:07.31] ???
[03:09.55] ???
[03:13.10] Release this suffering
[03:16.98] Let the pretty beast and all the world know peace
[03:23.57] I refuse to sum it up anymore; it's not possible
[03:32.72] I give it up
[03:34.32] to the battering of songs against the light
[03:37.94] to the singing of the earnest cricket
[03:40.66] in the last world of fire and trash
[03:44.40]