(c) Metal Blade Records,1996
Credits (per the ESM cd booklet)
All songs written by Jared, Dylan & William Tucker except "Latex" w/ John Desalvo and "Pyromance" by Geno Lenardo, Jared and Dylan Dylan Tomas More: Composition, Maximalist Programming. sampling, density, arrangement.
Jared:Vox scratcher, lyrics, snap-neck guitar, arrangement
John "Serv-O" DeSalvo: drumming, samples, programming, derangement
William Tucker: Guitar on all trax except "Pyromance" and "Exile"
Geno Lenardo: Guitars on "Pyromance"
Solomon Snyder: Bass on "Lo-grade Fever"
James Galus/G.E.M:Turntable/ "Exiled" Track 13 remixer
Sister Stella Soleil:Female Vox
Ghost Guitar:Greg "cool hand" Lucas, En esch, Mark "BMB" Lacorte
Amy Gorman: Vox on "Pink"
Dylan: cover illustration 7s: Design
1. suture Exile on Mainline
2. Jesus Christ Porno Star
3. Vera Blue (96/69)
5. suture Lo-Grade Fever
6. Electric Molecular
7. suture Latex
13. Exiled "suck on this" mix
Poisonous, sour demon in my pocket, and it's scraping a hole Digging up, all bruised and darkened, power plated to go Down (x3), and your grip is slipping Down (x3), and the page is ripping Wasting the world away at the bite of your touch The wash of the passing days seeping out doesn't matter that much Drowning out... no sound, pouring out upon the ground Raining down... the drain... Down (x3), morning shakes and you're fadin' away... Down , down, slowly down, metal stressed and it's shaving away Round and around and around to the ground, and I'm going tripping... Down.... jerk around And the record's skipping (x3) Skipping, skipping, skipping... And the record's skipping....
Roulette's spinning, the wheel of distinction Darwin's selected you, for total extinction I'm everything you think is wrong with the world I'm a slutty, dirty little girl Beaten and scarred and ripped and mangled Came for love and stayed for strangle Crown the serpent, proclaim the king And now you're worshipping the wrong thing Where everything is wrong, and everything is right And everything is wrong, and everything is right The cracks are showing through Well I've got a message for you There's something changing inside, but I know it's not right Lick your daughter, fuck your son Inside, I'm the truly Holy one Everything that you should stay away from Infectious, it's all infected, the disease is liberated Lurking just out of sight... we're gonna make it fit in real tight A little closer said the spider to the fly The cracks are showing through Well I've got a message for you There's something changing inside, but I know it's not right I am nothing, you are nothing, we are nothing I am nothing, you are nothing, we are nothing... nothing at all (x3) I am nothing, you are nothing, we are nothing, nothing to steel belted sky (?) (x3)
It's 3:30am... all the streets are a blur Heading for a wreck at the end of the world You can tell she's hydraulic A silver scream in super sonic You can see the mercury smear in her eye Right out of this world And she's lost in the swirl... she's right out of this world She's the Andricon Girl After hours in the valley of downs, tripped-up all over town After 3 she's down on Avenue C, kicking down with the clowns Right out of this world And she's lost in the swirl... right out of this world She's the Andricon Girl (Breathtaking, wasn't she? A truly beautiful woman...) Groovin' in the galaxy, at albino bars, with Jesus Christ Porno Star Running around, with her favorite crash she's a fatale gone wild With sharpened wire legs and a ?? steel frame ?? saw the butane flame She's terminal blue (repeat) Taking a ride with the pretty things tonight You know it's wrong but it feels so very right Taking a ride with the pretty things tonight You know it's wrong but it feels so fuckin' right Yeah... Vera Blue, what's happened to you?
Lovely as a split lip... soulful as the city Move and skip, swivel it Sink my fingers in your hair, the sweat and the smell of our liquid affair In a gasoline burn our bodies will churn, with a flick of the switch you're plugged into the itch Watch your videos all day... rewind and play... play and play and play My battery got a surge from my finger triggering your sparkplug I felt that nervous boost when you bent down and licked my boots Headed in the direction of Soma car-crash intersection It's called "Why don't we do it in the road?" or at least that's what I am told Laser branded rubber, syphillitic thing… Bound up and tied, you can't fly without wings Over oceans of skin, bathed in perversion and sin My arsenic ?? a needle descending, my poisonous twin You're in danger... getting stranger all the time My battery got a charge with my finger triggering your spark plug I felt that nervous boost when you bent down and licked my boots Headed in the direction of Soma car-crash intersection It's called "Why don't we do it in the road" or at least that's what I am told... Play... fade away...
Wake up, the blackened spoon Overturning fiber's womb An optic cable shining in the gloom Foul medicine sets the precedent to live a life of accidents and fables Signal interference on the hydrogen table Burning in the time code (x2) Excellent ?? distortion Every day bent up and more out of proportion Lo revelations at slow revolutions Scratching the light off the horizon Black light heading in the dim blue dawn Turned to touch your lips and you were gone Stumbled into overload Burning in the time code (x3)
First it seemed electrical another way to stimulate Chaos-on-chaos collapsing more every day Next the wires disrupting, molecules exploding, combined in acid corroding Cannot block the signal from the battery to the brain Cannot block the poison from the trigger to the vein Cannot stop the impact in the breakdown lane Spinning off the axis, madness burning brighter every day Shine on... decimated Shine on... into oblivion Overflow the ??, gyrate strobe Hangin' upside down now in cold magnetic limbo Next cruel (?) circuit in the white hot noise You'll recognize your demons by the shrieking of their voice Shine on... decimated Shine on... into oblivion Try and live to isolate destructive combination Supernova overloaded in acceleration Hard wired, hard drive, spinning down Now static the final sound Shine on... decimated Shine on... into oblivion
I tried to make out, to catch a flash with my eye Not a glimmer, all I seen, it drove me blind I lost my sight to save my mind Photon flashes in my eye Sometimes I wonder where you are While I'm burning out so fast, a downtown train is rushing past A thousand loaded chambered shooting stars A blue light swingin' overhead This desperation sets my teeth on edge Doubt has taught me how to crawl I stick my fingers in the wall and it's all gone Remove them radiation blues Battery drain (x2) (Yeah!) Blue... I got the radiation blues Number 2 chain smokin' my own cure In a cast iron loathin', thinkin', nothing stoppin' Light the fuse and go Battery drain (x4) Pushin', leave another cigarette down Push it in and shove it Fire gun, fire gun, fired up Fire away, fire away, fire Comin' down, love it, feel it movin', tear it apart, Everything is ?? and this is all coming down (Woo, yeah... It's all over now)
Darkness, and a scratching, whirring noise. Darkness, and
then slowly the pictures shudder up in sight. A building string of images like
silvery bubbles surfacing from the deep. It's almost always raining, drizzling,
misting, slightly, lightly, heavily, but almost always dripping. The kitchen
faucet marking time. Camera pans across it through washed out black and white
tin tech. Across the back, the color a saturated smear; lighting directors
guiding highlights all the time. The priest is scratchy and smells mildewy...
too much rain. Stomach's empty... the fridge is a booming echo chamber. They
edit in stock horror darkening footage of starvation, atrocities, Vietnam war
footage. Descending through it the crackling of outtake sections litter the
stairwell, serpentine and yet brittle, a close crop. Zoom to feet descending,
descending, frames skipping and jumping in vertical crash scratching. The
hallway to street sub-lit in shadow, casting rotting thick as broken glass
shards, and the reflections sparkle in the rain-speckled sidewalk. It's always
raining. But that's the way the film runs. The scenes seem clear, but the final
print is always too grainy or scratched... blurs the longer you watch it and
finally just falls away to clips and snapshots of its former glory.
fuck killing, lets fuck (inscribed on the back of the notes book)