кинофильм «The X-Files«(series) (p) 1996
режиссер
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]
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
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
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.
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
? 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