кинофильм «The X-Files»

кинофильм «The X-Files«(series) (p) 1996
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Unmarked Helicopters [Soul Coughing] On The Outside [Sheryl Crow] Star Me Kitten / Williams S. Burroughs + [REM] Red Right Hand [Nick Cave] Hands Of Death / Alice Cooper + [White Zombie]

  Unmarked Helicopters

 

 

Whose song is that remembered?

At random, surpenting

Throught fatty coils, emerging

some other thought it’s thinking

this light

stands above the

houses

on the ground

this illumination

visited upon the whole land

unmarked helicopters

hovering

the lord is coming soon

here comes the super copter

here comes the noise it makes

the demon was an idea

the demon is awake

scratch mark traced across the

surface of your mind

this hour, now upon us

the hour, now arrived

unmarked helicopters

hovering

the lord is coming soon

unmarked helicopters

hovering

they said it was a weather balloon

but I know the truth

I know the whole shebang

I know the names of men they had to hang

I let her out the trunk

heard what she said at them

they’ve come to drag us through the double M

it goes black black black black and blacker

it goes black black black black and blacker

it goes black black black black and blacker

it goes black black black black and blacker

unmarked helicopters

hovering

the lord is coming soon

unmarked helicopters

hovering

they said it was a weather balloon

it was a weather balloon

it was a weather balloon

it was a weather balloon

it was a weather balloon

it was a weather balloon

 

  On The Outside

 

 

I stood close enough to hear you say

«Do as the beautiful once did»

Tore out my picture from its frame

I just wanted to be one of you

Standing on the outside

Lookin’

Lookin’

Funny how you see the truth

But the feeling does come back

To you

She’s crazy as anyone can be

That’s what they say

They say of me

Wanting love can make one do

Isn’t my fault

Heredity

Standing on the outside

Lookin’

Lookin’

State of grace

State of sin

Standing on the outside

Lookin’

Lookin’

I cannot feel a single thing

But the feeling does come back

Again

This morning feels like yesterday

Yesterday follows me around

Where do you go where no one cares

Six feet under

Underground

Standing on the outside

Lookin’

Lookin’

State of grace

State of sin

Standing on the outside

Lookin’

Lookin’

I cannot feel a single thing

But the feeling will come back

Again — again

 

 
Star Me Kitten

 

 

Keys cut, three for the price of one.

Nothing’s free, but guaranteed for a lifetimes use.

I’ve changed the locks and you can’t have one.

You, you know the other two.

The brakes have worn so thin that you could hear,

I hear them screeching through the door from our driveway

Hey love, look into your glove box heart.

What is there for me inside? This love is tired.

I’ve changed the locks. Have I misplaced you?

Have we lost our minds? Will this never end?

It could depend on your take.

You. Me. We used to be on fire.

If keys are all that stand between,

can I throw in the ring? No gasoline.

Just fuck me kitten.

You are wild, and I’m in your possession.

Nothing’s free, so fuck me kitten.

I’m in your possession, so fuck me kitten.

 

  Red Right Hand

 

 

Take a little walk to the edge of town

Go across the tracks

Where the viaduct looms,

like a bird of doom

As it shifts and cracks

Where secrets lie in the border fires,

in the humming wires

Hey man, you know

you’re never coming back

Past the square, past the bridge,

past the mills, past the stacks

On a gathering storm comes

a tall handsome man

In a dusty black coat with

a red right hand

He’ll wrap you in his arms,

tell you that you’ve been a good boy

He’ll rekindle all those dreams

it took you a lifetime to destroy

He’ll reach deep into the hole,

heal your shrinking soul

Hey buddy, you know you’re

never ever coming back

He’s a ghost, he’s a god,

he’s a man, he’s a guru

They’re whispering his name

across this disappearing land

But hidden in his coat

is a red right hand

You ain’t got no money?

He’ll get you some

You ain’t got no car? He’ll get you one

You ain’t got no self-respect,

you feel like an insect

Well don’t you worry buddy,

cause here he comes

Trough the ghetto and the barrio

and the bowery and the slum

A shadow is cast wherever he stands

Stacks of green paper in his

red right hand

You’ll see him in your nightmares,

you’ll see him in your dreams

He’ll appear out of nowhere but

he ain’t what he seems

You’ll see him in your head,

on the TV screen

And hey buddy, I’m warning

you to turn it off

He’s a ghost, he’s a god,

he’s a man, he’s a guru

You’re one microscopic cog

in his catastrophic plan

Designed and directed by

his red right hand

 

  Hands Of Death

 

 

? Sometimes? the wicked ones

????????? the mortal sting

I am the only one

? Across the dreary plane?

? I am watching?

Across the crucified

So few are chosen

I do not die

????????? horrified

And seat yourself a ride

Get out of your denial

A genius of the night

? And I am watching?

Across the crucified

So few are chosen

I do not die

In the hands of death

Burn baby burn

In the hands of death

Burn baby burn

In the hands of death

Burn baby burn

They creep and crawl inside

Into the heart of cold

So dead and paralyzed

Perversion of the soul

? I am watching?

Across the crucified

So few are chosen

I do not die

In the hands of death

Burn baby burn

In the hands of death

Burn baby burn

In the hands of death

Burn baby burn


 

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