All lyrics in italics are approximate :-)
Cover - Bloodline
Faith Healer 
5:59
"I'm believin that the holy spirit is going to allow the hand and the foot and the mouth just begin to speak andadminister and heal coordinated by the head." If your body's feeling bad, and it's the only one you have. You want to take away the pain, go out walking in the rain. Watch the flowers go to bed, ask the man inside your head. Your spirit never has to grieve, all you've got to do's believe. The faith healer, the faith healer. All you've got to do is feel, your body's going to start to heal. Fingertips of holy fire, everlasting sweet desire. It don�t matter what the doctors say, healer man, sail away. Immortality for two, miracles can come to you. The faith healer, the faith healer. Can I put my hands on you? Can I put my hands on you? "I'm believing that.. are you feeling it?!! I hate it!" Faith and hope and charity, simple relativity. He can make you understand, calm enough to take his hand. Remember when somebody said, ask the man inside your head. Fingertips and holy fire, everlasting sweet desire. The faith healer, the faith healer. Can I put my hands on you? Can I put my hands on you? Can I put my hands on you? Can I put my hands on you? Can I put my hands on you? Can I put my hands on you? The faith healer, the faith healer
Electro blues For Bukka White 8:58
Get your nightcap, mama and your gown, little before day, we gonna shake 'em on down, must I holler? Ah, must I shake 'em on down. Get your nightcap, mama and your gown, little before day, we gonna shake 'em on down, must I holler? Ah, must I shake 'em on down
The Defector 8:01
Closer please, closer.. Closer.. That is the nature of.. That is the nature of.. that is the nature of. No no no no! Closer please, closer.. Closer please. That is the nature of..
Edge To Life 6:08
I�m not waiting for a king to rule my mind or anything. I don't need your band of gold to take me where I need to go. There's an edge to life that will cut you like a knife. When you lay your head down. There's a castle of sand that gets kicked in your face to see how easily you'd fall from grace. There's a piece of dust that crumbles in your hand. If you decide to lose control. No one can escape when you find out they're fake. And you want to take the whole lot down. A simple man, well he could do more. But you can only see the traces that have gone before. There's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, if you walk the white line. There's a piece of dust that crumbles in your hand. If you decide to lose control. There's a castle of sand that gets kicked in your face to see how easily you'd fall from grace. Yes, there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. There's an edge to life that will cut you like a knife. When you lay your head down. You know you can't escape when you find out they're fake. And you want to take the whole lot down. There's no truth in the lie that only angels cry when everybody knows we're all born to die. There's an edge to life that will cut you like a knife. I miss you. There's no power that is such a thrill that can make a man or anything. I miss you (Italian woman speaking)
Curse 7:04
Lord help me to believe, I've got a need, killed by the world I'm filled full of greed. Deaf to the touch of a human hand, can't stand beaten down by a broken old man. Broken men fill a city full of sadness, broken limbs fill a body full of badness. I need a need other than the sting of sin, I need a sweet kiss to syncopate the rut I�m in. I've got a lover, she clothes me in another, a bad thing to bring to sacrifice under the covers. She said, could all that red come from inside of me, like something living made a decision to cease to be. Life isn't like that, life isn't like this, I have a need to know what it is. Have you stopped to see what it is to be free? How the world has become a giant shopping spree? Lord help me to believe how the world has changed, if it happens enough, does it seem the same? If it happens to me over and over again will I cease to feel all the pain I'm in? Will I cease to feel, will I start to believe? Will I need nothing more than the air that I breathe? Well why waste breathing on a living death? Why even bother with another breath? Why believe, why care, why even fucking feel? Why try to see beyond the evening meal? They tell me four billion people are alive today but they say that life is sacred anyway. But then to see it, no one seems to be living, oh lord what is it that we're giving?. You're blind, you're blind, you're blind from the facts. You're blind, you're blind, you're blind from the facts, you're blind! You're blind, you're blind from the facts, you're blind, blind from the facts. I felt life like a kiss in the morning, I heard love like a rainstorm on top of an awning. But then I left home to spend the night alone and then I saw a man asleep on the cold stone. Was he asleep, maybe dead, maybe dying? I saw in heaven all the angels were crying. I saw myself as I just walked by, I saw another as he turned a blind eye. I saw another as he kicked the man and that his friends all laughed and didn't take a stand. I burned inside, put my hand through a wall, I cursed the world that there is suffering and cruelty at all. I cursed myself that there is suffering and cruelty in me, that though my eyes have sight they're too full to see. That this would be life, like a job and a wife, like a car and a house and a garden and a knife. Is it freedom to choose what is not a choice? Or is it freedom to silence what is not a voice? Is it freedom to have one belief? Or do you choose to live a life full of grief? I can't choose what I can't believe that the way of life is to live and grieve. Cause I see living as a place in the sun and the world as a place for a kingdom to come
Bloodline 6:48
Come on, the night is young. Seek me out because I'm ready to get stung. So long, so long, feed me. Come on, show me, come on, need me. Come on, show me the way. Come on, need me in that way, so long. You just never ever get what you want! You just never ever get what you need! Come on, you deserve me. Come on, it�s the thought of you in my veins. Come on, show me the way. Come on, show me the feeling, so long. You just never ever get what you want! You just never ever get what you need! Get what you want! Get what you need!
Freeze 7:28
Instrumental
Cover - Unsound Methods
Incubus 7:03
Every time I think I�m gonna wake up back in the jungle. Every minute I stay in this room I get weaker. Each time I looked around the walls moved in a little tighter. I�ve never seen a man so broken up ripped apart. They say my name is death. I�ve never seen a man so broken up ripped apart. But I�m alive, I am alive. I�ve never seen a man so broken up ripped apart. I am born ten thousand times. I�ve never seen a man so broken up ripped apart. Ten thousand ways, I�m alive. I am the shadow, I am the evening come. I am your greatest fear, your greatest love. Born in ten thousand ways for each and every day, I am alive. I am the victim of lying morality and so, I am beyond caring. I am born ten thousand times in ten thousand ways. My head swims in spoilt mothers milk. I am too alive, there are too many of me, too many to kill. They�re in my head, they know my name. My name is death but I am alive, I am alive
Drifting 6:34
With your wild, call the pace, taste the tracks of the waste. With your wild, with your sweet, with your cold black-eyed teeth. I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray. Let it slide, let it slide, ignore me and everything I�ve done. For I am stupid, I am poison. I take this one and I taste the tracks, I taste the tracks of the waste in my head and you face me instead, I must be drifting somewhere. I held in my hand but it�s hard, so hard to see reason, the burning is here, is only here to follow through. But here it is harder than a screaming fist and I hate it, it�s dark behind your smile and I can follow through. Let it slide, let it slide, ignore me and everything I�ve done. For words like bullets (bullets) they know when to come. And taste the tracks, and taste the tracks. Of the waste in my head and you face me instead. Well ignore me and everything I said. For I am stupid, I am poison. I held in my hand but it�s hard, so hard to see reason, it�s dark behind your smile and I can follow through. "You're also aware, that he had quite a flair for creating exceptional work." I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray. With your wild, call the pace, taste the track of the waste. With your wild, with your sweet, with your cold black-eyed teeth
Luscious Apparatus 6:10
Carla was on her break from the graveyard shift at the mayonnaise factory. She sat at a teetering picnic table. There was a toxic orange moon and it was slightly cold. Carla took out her knife and began etching random words into the table�s surface. Then she thought of her co-worker Jack. Carla liked to think of Jack as a luscious apparatus, he was meaty but graceful. His flesh seemed folded onto his body like a suit made of meat. Carla started to think of Jack as a luscious apparatus in a meat suit. Thinking this gave Carla a dreamy smile. Her mouth was small to begin with but dreaming made it even smaller. That�s just how some people are, their mouths get smaller with dreams. Carla�s small mouth was dreaming as her knife began carving a poem into the table. I like hot voids, smooth pants, lazy beds in the rain, I like tongue petals, lather, a blistering sun. But what I like best is the worship of a luscious apparatus. When Carla was done carving she went back to her work station and scooped shiny white goop into jars. That�s just how some people are their mouths get smaller with dreaming. The next day Jack took his own 1a.m. lunch break at the same picnic table. He noticed the poem carved into the wood. Although he didn�t know who had written it, he co-incidentally thought Luscious apparatus aptly described him. So he took out his own knife and wrote luscious apparatus was here. After a few days both Jack and Carla happened to sit at the picnic table at the same time. They both started to look at the things carved in the table. Then they looked at each other, they knew who each other was. Carla�s mouth got small and dreamy, Jack�s eyes got round and hot. When they got done with the graveyard shift they went back to Jack�s apartment and had sex. Wordless sex, slow sex, fast sex, talking sex, sex like animals have, sex like boys have, sex like girls have, sex upside down, sex inside out, sex with grins, sex with tears, sex! sex! sex! Then she noticed the knife by the side of Jack�s bed, Jack picked the knife up. And Carla knew at once that Jack�s wounds were from carving himself. Jack was trying to carve poems into himself and now he wanted to carve some in her. This was where she drew the line she�d have any kind of sex but not with a knife. When Carla refused to let Jack carve her up, Jack felt cheated and misled. He felt that by carving a poem in the table Carla had been begging to be carved upon. Carla didn�t see it that way at all. She got up and started putting on her clothes, Jack went nuts, he was coming at her with a knife. Carla was scared, Carla was shaking and sweating, then, because she was small and could move fast She ducked and Jack tripped and fell and impaled himself in the arm with his own knife. He howled and howled and Carla got the hell out of there fast. Carla didn�t think of Jack as a luscious apparatus after that
Stalker 6:42
I can make a perfect picture from a voice, her serenity oozed into my ear. It didn�t take long for her to know me and I knew it felt good. Pick me up and use me, pick me up and use me she was saying. You are nothing, you are nothing without me, you are nothing, you are nothing without me. If I am taken, you think that you can live again? But you are nothing, nothing without me. You know I�m here for you, right here for you, see, I am the punished one. She, she took all the glory, she took everything, everything I had to give. Sucking it out of me. But I am always gonna be here because I am the punished one. She took everything, she took all the glory, everything I had to give. Sucking it out of me. You are nothing, you are nothing without me, you are nothing, you are nothing without me. If I am taken, you think that you can live again? But you are nothing, you are nothing without me. Without me, you�re nothing
Red River Cargo 6:14
"They are, these natives, are trying to make it that I have a hatred against blacks or races." "You should expect to spend a jail and may go beyond a sentence in jail you should expect possibly somebody could get killed." Here, and I'm so glad I'm here, don't you know that I'm here and I'm so glad I'm here. Lead me on through the night! Take my hand, precious Lord and lead me home. Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me on through the night. Take my hand, precious Lord and lead me home. "I refer to maintain the continued segregation of the white and negro races..." Amen "I want you to know that I think, that here in this great county are some of the finest people I have ever known the people of this county are law abiding people, I've said so in the past and I say so today." "We want our freedom now, I don't want to have to go to another, anymore I'm tired of all this, can't just stand up" Lead me on through the night, take my hand, precious Lord, and lead me home. Here, and I'm so glad I'm here, don't you know that I'm here and I'm so glad I'm here
Control Freak 5:38
A girl who can�t shake off the smell of a man she met but didn�t know well. She thinks she feels him in her skin, she thinks she sees his sideways grin. She sees him on the street by chance follows him as if entranced. Gets on a train that he gets on a girl like this she is possessed. She sits two seats behind his own, can hear him sigh, a little moan. She wonders what he�s thinking of as he removes his right hand glove. She notices his hand is strange, as if the bones were rearranged. She thinks of what she�ll say to him, she hears it playing deep within. You�re all that I need to get high. The man jumps to him feet just then slips out the train and round a bend. She almost loses sight of him, shuts her eyes, thinks of his skin. She catches up just as
he goes into a bar and down below. To where cases of wine are stacked there is no light it�s nearly black. He turns around to face her then, his right hand seems to claw the air. She doesn�t know why she came here, she doesn�t know what possessed her, sweat�s running down her spine. But then he breaks into a smile that lights up his whole face. And then he starts to laugh and laugh and laugh, and then he says, "I�ve thought about you since that day we met but barely spoke." They start to kiss, he rubs his hand inside her tights inner band. She shivers up against him hard, she reaches inside of him far. But then she stops, she pulls away, she starts to go and he tells her "Stay!" But she walks determined up the stairs she sways a bit, she flaunts her wares. She�s got him where she wants him now. She knows he�ll follow hard and how anything she says will go, any yes she�ll turn to no. He follows her outside and says "Hey wait, don�t go, stay here!" She turns around and sneers at him and walks away for days. You�re all I need to get high
Missing Piece 5:30
I wanna write myself on the walls of your heart, because the knot that holds us altogether throws us all apart. I�m gonna stop myself before I say something true, because the answers that roll from my tongue are nothing to do with you. And I hold a piece up to the light, hold a piece up to my eye, found a missing piece from my set, found a person I had not met. Hold a piece up to the light, hold a piece up to my eye, found a missing piece from my set, found a person I had not met. Sometimes is a lonely place, sometimes is a lonely place, sometimes is a lonely place, sometimes is a lonely place. Sometimes is a lonely place, sometimes is a lonely place. So tow me over to the light, the sound the sound it is in sight. Found my heart was contained within a cell, found my heart in this tuck-a-way-me world. I hold a piece up to the light, hold a piece up to my eye, found a missing piece from my set found a person I had not met. Sometimes is a lonely place, sometimes is a lonely place, sometimes is a lonely place, sometimes is a lonely place. A lonely place. Sometimes I held the missing piece, I held it sometimes...
Last Breath 6:21
There�s a song that tells you about the sounds you hear in the night, the animals crying because they�re hungry. And the child crying at night because he�s hungry and lonely. So take my hand and walk this land with me, and walk this lovely land with me
Shunt 6:46
There's blood on the line...
