Tekst :
Illumination comes with the sound of a familiar entity...
Resuming its rightful throne...
Emerging from the wreckage...
The regal soul survivor s collecting the faithful for a reintroduction to human brilliance...
Consuming all in the lifting song of immortality...
Awake all silent, take your place in reconstructing sound!..
Amass all broken, take your right to collect once more!..
Lift your head and sing the end!..
Sing the end again!..
Make glass of everything peripheral; Sing it to the ground!..Tekst :
From the time she could crawl she was all draped in macrame
She was preened and redeemed in a church that tried to show the way
She was taught to never ask for more
They had no idea of what she had in store
She s the queen of the 21st century
Just a ghost of what her parents thought a little girl should be
Analog heart, analog nerves, analog brain
but a fixture of the digital domain
From the time she could read she could see that there was urgency
No debate, just a spate of ignorance in a splintering community
She could never meet their expectations
Then she came to symbolize the nation
She s the queen of the 21st century
Just a shred of what her parents thought a little girl should be
Steeped in spite, coddled in fear, drenched in novelty
but masterful at sensual technology
She s the queen, no rules in her empire
She s the queen, just libido and desire
She s the lean, mean, fighting machine, the stuff of modernmedia lore
And she always knows the score
She s the queen of the 21st century
Just a ghost of what her parents thought a little girl should be
Fallen star, Black and Blue
Broken hearts, Wasted Youth
Rusted cars, twisted roots
Mental scars, the ugly truth
She s the queen of the 21st century
and she s a modernday polemic
a walking controversy
She s the queen! Tekst :
San Francisco Fan
Loved a no-good gamblin man;
She drank the coffee dregs so she could fry his eggs
In a golden fryin pan.
Can-canned by command,
Of the Gold Rush Cafe clan,
She gave her man her pay; he gambled it away
Playing Chinatown fan-tan.
Once they caught him cheatin
And he knew that he was beaten,
When a miner aimed a pistol at his head,
Fanny, when she seen em,
Ran and jumped right inbetween em,
And she stopped a dozen slugs of poison lead.
There was Fanny dyin
While a hundred men were cryin
And the angels up above were cryin , too;
When seven horses started draggin
Fanny s coffin in a wagon
Down a dusty California avenue.
San Francisco Fan
Gave her life to save her man,
A man who wasn t worth a shovelful of earth
From the grave of San Francisco Fan.
San Francisco Fan
Gave her life to save a man,
A man who wasn t worth a shovelful of earth
From the grave of San Francisco Fan.