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 Release date: August 1986 Label: Good Things Records
Produced by: Blackmail
All tracks written by Blackmail
except track 13 written by Nathan and Christy Nockels
1. Psychnotech
2. Drunken Dog-God
3. Wrapped In Future
4. Angel's Wing
5. Dream of the Day
6. Kerouac Trip
7. Correction
8. Capri
9. How Beautiful Is the Morning?
10. Daytime Rain
11. Bullet
12. Parlor Wishes
13. Who Am I?
14. Psychnotechnical Lullaby
PSYCHNOTECH
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DRUNKEN DOG-GOD
damn sacred memories help me lose sight of time
i live & learn toss & turn
i melt in the heat & lay down the law
abandon her trembling hands
to fight the godhead
with glyptic rites of passage
sacramentarian a kiss from jesus
i have god's acre & a bottle of gin
but looking through the mirror
all i see are lips & promises
lies from a verbalist that overshadow today
transforming tender hearts
becoming crucified and be numbed
by the cross breed deity's vendetta
sacramentarian a kiss from jesus
there's a moon there's heart
there's some blood there's a star
there's a cup of whiskey
WRAPPED IN FUTURE
treasure chest head like i've never felt
back down back down
she never knelt
but a smile like a scream
and a soul like a dream
she's wrapped in future
she's wrapped in me
dreaming the dream of dreams
i'm me i'm lost she's found
or so she says
dreaming the dream of dreams
psychnomaniac i've never seen
precious plum word's
coming out of a dream
her eyes let you know
there's no need to go slow
she's wrapped in future
and wrapped in me
dreaming the dream of dreams
i'm me i'm lost she's found
or so she says
dreaming the dream of dreams
DREAM OF THE DAY
fantasy drip ball crystal and blue
sister to my future and a stick of super glue
dream like hysteria mounted to my dashboard
i'm not a super hero but i've fallen on my sword
internet conscious & a callused thumb
i forgot my number
and oxygen only makes me feel dumb
fish eyed mary the dream of the day
a nickel makes a dollar
and "yes" is all that she can say
tight lipped sara flavor of the weak
she crushes my thoughts
as she learns how to speak
onion ring memory cooked too long
down by the highway singing a puff daddy song
linked by a memory chained to a beggar's bowl
nobody pushed me but i've fallen in a deep deep hole
ANGEL'S WING
people trance vibro dance
getting back to the necromance
moving fast made to last
bracing for the psychnoblast
money hip money swing
hanging on an angel's wing
tripping high i'm dragging slow
don't be surprised by what you don't know
circuit board a mental sword
choking on an electric chord
get free listen to me
give the jury a silent plea
money hip money swing
hanging on an angel's wing
tripping high i'm dragging slow
don't be surprised by what you don't know
i saw snow white on a pornographic screen
like an angel in heat
with a tattooed wing
i looked at her
she was looking at me
i looked at her
she was looking at me
KEROUAC TRIP
candle sticks frozen lips
waxy quips salty drips
hanging on these words like a kerouac trip
i think you know what i think you know
but jack's the man that knew it all
breaks a thought slips a knot
took a shot got what he got
gripping my mind like bacterial rot
you think you know what i think you know
but i'm the man that don't care at all
sarcastic pleas bruised knees
forged keys artificial trees
tripping over a glance like a swarm of bees
but you're the woman who lost it all
CAPRI
this isn't the best place
bleach & nicotine
then i see your face
i'm caught in between
right & wrong
and what does it matter
what does it matter
its not about now
tomorrow & yesterday
and still i wonder how
or what i should say
about right or wrong
and what does it matter
what does it matter
velvet crush
and sunshine lips
$25 an hour beats a three hour road trip
i was sitting on a bed watching hitler invade poland
i wanted to laugh i wanted to cry
i started to laugh
and i didn't know why
then i realized (like jim said:)
we had either just started a religion
or we had just plotted a murder
HOW BEAUTIFUL IS THE MORNING?
how beautiful is the morning
when the sun has passed away
how damning are the words
when there's nothing left t to say
when the night time comes to kiss us
and the darkness comes to stay
how precious are the children
when there are no more games to play
when the stars refuse to shine
and the daylight goes astray
how beautiful is the morning
when the sun has passed away
DAYTIME RAIN
my soul slept on your floor
the night before i asked you
on christmas day
have you met the christ
you looked at me like coincidence
and pushed my love away
now forever with regret
i know your other name
beneath your morning sunshine
and above your daytime rain
daytime rain
this hell remains murky
as dark as the soul that you stole
lonely and cold
without regret
we could open the window
and let the ravens fly away
break my head or break the bread
the blackbird stole my wanderlust
BULLET
i am a bullet
i'm used to the impact
no need for explaining
no need for lies on top of facts
junkies need their fix
you need to feel
fingers getting itchy
against the cold hard steel
i am a bullet
i'm pushing through your head
no need to reload
because you're all ready dead
PARLOR WISHES
naked soul and you didn't even smile
give you my shoes and you couldn't walk a mile
yeah, yeah i'm sure you're interesting
yeah, yeah i'm sure you're fascinating
back to the wall and i finally flinched
my old thoughts of insecurity they began to inch
hey, hey i'm sure you're really interesting
hey, hey but i know you're not fascinating
here's my life
here's my soul
you don't think
and you'll never know
you don't care
what i dare share
so take your faith and your parlor wishes
wash them down
with your mommy's kisses
PSYCHNOTECHNICAL LULLABY
all is calm
all is quiet
close your eyes
sleep tonight
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