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Fascist Radio / Favorite Phrase / Faye Wong / Financial Zone / Flirting With The Bourgeois Dream / Foreign Films / Fuck School

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Fascist Radio

Available on Soul Patch And Cho Chos CD, The Ecstasy Of Communication CD, The Precession Of Simulacra 10"/CDS, V.M. Live Presents J Church 7" (live version), V.M. Live Presents ... Vol. 4 compilation (live version)

Here is my contribution,
To your fascist radio, fascist radio show,
Here is my one solution,
Smash your radio receiver on the floor

You say you have all the answers,
I don't know,
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know

We have expectations,
That you won't like any or all of these songs,
All of my friends are waiting,
They are waiting for me to do something wrong

You say you have all the answers,
I don't know,
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know

Favorite Phrase

Available on Camels, Spilled Corona And The Sound Of Mariachi Bands singles collection LP/CD, J Town Revisited split 7", The Ecstasy Of Communication CD

Everything moves so fast,
Now where was it I saw you last?
It must have been [...?] or at the show,
You looked at me with sad, sad eyes,
And it always takes me by surprise,
You're asking me things I just don't know
Well I wanna go back today,
[...?] chocolate cake,
I've asked but you don't wanna seem to go

Now it seems so long ago,
My favorite phrase nowadays seems to be,
"I don't know",
Four useless words in a mask I wear,
But at least it's a step above "I don't care",
I don't care

I don't want to sing that song again,
'Cause I wrote it for another friend,
But it turned into a love song for you,
I'd rather write about L.A.,
So I don't forget how I felt today,
I thought my mind and heart would be untrue,
We both fucked up, we both could change,
It's funny how we stay the same,
Let's sit around, there's nothing here to do

Now it seems so long ago,
My favorite phrase nowadays seems to be,
"I don't know",
Four useless words in a mask I wear,
But at least it's a step above "I don't care",
I don't care, I don't care

It's so dumb, it's not worth repeating,
You're telling me that you're leaving,
I should have guessed there was something wrong,
[...?] crashed and stayed 'til dawn,
And then I feel the hem of your dress,
And the warmth of your breath on the back of my neck,
So come to bed, turn out the light,
And let's fuck just one last time

Just one last time, just one last time,
Just one last time,
This last time, just one last time,
This last time, this last time,
Just one last time

(I Want To See) Faye Wong

Available on Altamont 99 singles collection CD (as Faye Wong), Cat Food LP/CD (as More Faye), Split 7" with Discount

Saw her in a sandwich shop a million miles away,
She acts (if maybe not the best) and I think it's okay,
She sings her simple new wave songs with alien inspiration,
I collect her photos from Yes! Communication

I want to see Faye Wong,
I want to see Faye Wong,
I want to see Faye Wong,
So I can try to sing along,
I want to see Faye Wong,
I want to see Faye Wong,
I want to see Faye Wong,
So I can try to sing along

I don't know any titles of any of her songs,
I thought I wouldn't like it but I found out I was wrong,
Hands on eyes and ears and mouth, don't make any sense,
I would be her Tony Leung if given half the chance

Financial Zone

Available on Prophylaxis LP/CD, She Never Leaves The Neighbourhood 7" (radio session version)

Down in the financial zone,
The steam comes from beneath the pavement,
High on stress or high on speed,
Nobody wants to know,
Broken vending machine and yellow paint,
Smells like nothing and smells like plastic chemicals,
Nobody wants to know, no

Elevator is going down,
It's thirty flights to welcome ground,
Eyes on plastic numbers,
Nobody wants to know,
He thinks of when his father died,
He felt nothing,
It's some kind of psychic suicide,
As the elevator doors open,
It's over,
It's over,
It's over,
It's over

It might as well be in the desert,
The daily killings and the lifeless land,
It's hollow and it's pale,
It's silent as it's blind,
It's not just me or what I see,
But a simple calculation,
Nobody wants to know,
It's over,
It's over,
It's over,
It's over

Flirting With The Bourgeois Dream

Available on Seishun Zankoku Monogatari CD, The Horror Of Life LP/CD.

The revolution is no longer cool,
Now we're gonna see who's who,
It's a fragile conversation,
It's unquestionable,
The impotent, the fetishist,
The ideological plagiarist,
They've found a new sensation,
But it's the same as the old sensation

Digging for gold, you'd sell your soul,
You're out of time,
You've made a fortune, it's not a crime,
You've made a fortune, it's not a crime,
You've made a fortune, it's not a crime,
You've made a fortune, it's not a crime

Flirting with the bourgeois dream,
You toy with mediocrity,
Petty predictability; shallow so-called victories,
I look at everything I wrote,
It all looks like a ransom note,
That's certainly part of the appeal,
Violence is ecstatic

Leave the questions up to us,
It's not an issue of our trust,
Your machines will start to rust,
Go to school, cut your hair,
Read the paper if you dare,
It's all pit bulls and bomb scares

Foreign Films

Available on Grunge 102% compilation, Prophylaxis LP/CD, The Ecstasy Of Communication CD, V.M. Live Presents J Church 7" (live version), V.M. Live Presents ... Vol. 4 compilation (live version)

She comes around on a Thursday night,
With a six pack of Becks and a lot on her mind,
I’ve got to work tomorrow at eight A.M.,
I find two glasses that have not been used,
She follows me into my room,
She plays that same R.E.M. record again

We've got nowhere to go so we're, we're heading nowhere,
She demands nothing from me but late night conversation

They go out to that club again,
She's the ring that he shows off to his friends,
She looks around dulled to the routine,
Late at night my doorbell rings,
We take a drive and talk about things,
She asks me why she just can't leave

We've got nowhere to go so we're, we're heading nowhere,
She demands nothing from me but late night conversation

Let's talk about ex-girlfriends,
Let's talk about our friends at work,
I'm not above gossip if it’s good,
Let's talk about foreign films,
Let's talk about women writers,
This relationship is understood

We've got nowhere to go so we're, we're heading nowhere,
She demands nothing from me but late night conversation
Conversation, conversation

Fuck School

Available on Split 7" with Annalise

Kids are doing drugs,
Kids ignore the rules,
What do you expect?
They're just surviving school,
Kids are fucking up,
Kids are fucking cruel,
Kids all fucking suck,
They're just surviving school

I don't like you, you don't like me,
Just leave me alone, just leave me be

We are the fucked-up kids,
We hate the fucking jocks,
We hate the cheerleaders,
We hate them just because,
They talk their fucking shit,
They make up all the rules,
Can't wait to graduate,
They're nothing without school

I don't like you, you don't like me,
Just leave me alone, just leave me be

Fuck school,
Fuck school,
Fuck school,
Fuck school,
Fuck school