1986 - CD on Blast First! (BFFP4, UK) 1987 - CD on SST (SST CD 059, US) 1995 - CS/CD on DGC (DGCC/DGCD-24513)
green light star power secret girl tom violence death to our friends shadow of a doubt marilyn moore in the kingdom #19 (album text) madonna sean, and me(the crucifixion of sean penn) Green Light [Thurston] I kneel before the green light of her singing crayon eyes and then I kiss her stomach and it's then I realize: her light is the night I'm not blind, I believe in you I see a green light I see a green light I see a green light Starpower [Kim] Spinning dreams with angel wings torn blue jeans + a foolish grin burning down in the night so cool + so right starpower starpower starpower over me she knows how to make love to me she knows how to make love close my eyes and think of you everything turns black to blue starpower starpower starpower over me burning down in the night supercool it's alright she knows how to make love to me she knows how to make love close my mind when i think of you everything turns black to blue starpower starpower starpower over me Secret Girl [Kim] My mother used to say 'you're the boy that can enjoy invisibility' i'm the boy that can enjoy invisibility close your eyes make a wish cross yourself see yourself feel yourself scream once more move yourself across the floor burn inside between two walls the advertisements say the pleasure's ever lasting come an' touch me the advertisements say the pleasure's ever lasting must be dead and gone to heaven come and touch me here so i know that i'm not there Tom Violence [Thurston] My violence is a dream a 'real dream' a skinny arm a crush on living sin my violence is a sleeping head nodding out to rising bliss I left home for experience carved 'suk for honesty' on my chest my violence is the number coming out of prayer find it in the father find it in a girl there's a thing in my memory hoilding on for dear life with a feeling of secrets beating up under my flesh my tongue is tied I'm sleeping nights awake Tom violence is a dream coming out of a girl Death To Our Friends [Instrumental] Shadow of a Doubt [Kim] Met a stranger on a train he bumped right into me I swear I didn't mean it I swear it wasn't meant to be must a been a dream from a thousand years ago I swear I didn't mean it I swear it wasn't meant to be from the bottom of my heart he was looking all over me together everafter he said "You take me & I'll be you" "You kill him & I'll kill her" kiss me I swear it wasn't meant to be I swear I didn't mean it kiss me kiss me in the shadow of kiss me in the shadow of a doubt kiss me kiss me in the shadow kiss me in the shadow of a doubt it's just a dream it's just a dream i had nononoooooh swear it's just a dream just a dream dream i've had no no no no take me to it take me to her maybe maybe it's just a dream it's a dream it's just a just a no met a stranger on a train bumped right into me swear i didn't mean it swear it wasn't meant to be must've been a dream from a thousand years ago kiss me kiss me in the shadow of a doubt kiss me Marilyn Moore [Thurston] Sound asleep till right until day frustrated desire turns you away and turns you insane over and over you get to a point to make it disappear and you're always believing and believing in fear over and over and over and over and over and over Marilyn Moore it's always a headache the size of a tour truck she's full of disorders, depends what you're used to she's talking of tranches of truncheons in battle of bruises from bottles that never get better bad baby bitching she screams at the door hammer in hand & her head to the floor Marilyn Moore In The Kingdom #19 [Lee] They were Aaaah he did what he had to do he asked no questions he had few conversations the tar glistens in the noon heat he tread across the grass, up onto, and down off of, the concrete abutments mirage on the highway ghosts in the tunnel the dark cave out into the blinding light of day at breakneck speed every bolt rumbling glistening highway mirage groans the slick surface careening into first the small mammal, and then screeching along the guard rail, scraping paint and throwing sparks like sheets of pure terror for 400 yards over and over with one final back and forth rocking motion coming to rest wheeehah the beautiful paintjob hopelessly marred smoke and flames allright so nice he moved to the small creature screeching whistles of steam blowing off on it's back, wheels spinning like a cinema classic the door sags open and a man covered in blood drops the three feet or so to the pavement the car still rattling and shaking as if with a mind of it's own, unwilling to die the man, 40ish, also after a time, an agonisingly painful period of time is also unwilling to die suddenly all is quite quiet there in the sunlight on the highway but what? what can i do? i cannot move, everything is about broken blood everywhere, mixing with oil and gas what's moving, must turn my head pain, white light, blinded some guy there kneeling in the blinded mirage of white light all my strength to 'heeeeeelp' screaming now help me please he tried to tamp out the bit of burning ember which had lept from the wreck onto his grimy coatsleeve coughing blood what's happen? he's he's inching towards truth he strode of into the woods with the animal it still lived he didn't glance back at all still out ghosting the road death on the highway words crumble around me and fall with the weight of heaven i cannot move i'm beneath the great weight i cannot see my eyes are blinded i am in the darkness that's it {very low in the mix} in panic i forget it in despair i need it in my mind i save it in death i have it {then a bit louder} in panic i forget it in despair i need it i shouldn't laugh hah hah hah yeah really oh in panic i forget it in despair i need it in my mind i save it in death i have it [Thurston?] never gave a damn about the meterman i was the man who had to read the meters, man In The Kingdom #19 (Album Text) We move along so quickly on roads going nowhere. I ride for hours under the spell of the asphalt. Days, and still end up in the same spot. Inside the same mind. Same life. Same dreams. My body seems to move. My eyes tell me that I move, have motion, and yet my feet have not left their tracks. I am stable, motionless. Unable to take another step. Highways are evil, God is a man standing still, one who knows he is. What kind of journeis do we expect? Where can we travel? Some sit complacent, some rush about to gasp at life. Can we travel in our minds? With our bodies, in cars, etc.? Cars blasting through space, unaware of the natural world, destroying all in their path. Animals birds cats racoons dogs people all fall before THE CAR AND DRIVER. Sides of buildings.. The CAR AND DRIVER belong to a different species, at odds with life. We must learn the secrets of instantaneous transport. Transportation systems are ludicrous. There was a guy, a forever-boy man touched in the head, who would go around picking up the carcasses of the dead animals on the highway. So many, so many unseen from car windows at 60 mph, and he'd take them off and bury them. That much is clear. The first time he found one still panting with the breath of life he took it home with him and, not knowing what else to do, cared for it. Put a splint on the leg, and bandages. After awhile there were quite a few that he'd nursed back to health. Sometimes they left back to the woods, but mostly they hung around his...the place he lived. He still went with touched slightly askew reverence to pick up the dead ones, stiff and cold or red and sticky. It was his mission. Somehow without words he knew this. Felt it. Words lead one down certain regular, pre-defined pathways but they can be constricting. Words. Logic. Thought. Reason. Without the words one may have to travel slower, with a candle in the dark instead of hi-beams on the interstate. Where worlds collide...But you move into a different place without words, a different vision. He didn't know any of this, he couldn't think of it, yet he knew enough to perservere. With certainty. Unquestioningly. Word-less-ly. He picked up two one day both living and within half a mile of each other. The distance between us... black asphalt hiway recedes...converging at the infinite horizon. One of them died on the way, in his hands. He felt neither anger nor remorse, but merely buried it as he did the others. Madonna, Sean and Me (The crucifixion of Sean Penn) [Thurston] We're gonna kill the California girls we're gonna fire the exploding load in the milkmaid maiden head we're gonna find the meaning of feeling good and we're gonna stay there as long as we think we should mystery train three way plane expressway to your skull mystery train three way plane expressway to your skull mystery train three way plane expressway to your skull