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enchanted by a picture
I wrote its history
a money shot
by a random slut
mine's an x-ray mirror
sees through gorilla suits
slash the skin, see royal red
the princess within
I am gorgeous
I am without disease
there is nothing in this brave new world
wrong with me
I am gorgeous
I am finally free
from this storm of hands, lips like quicksand
and gravity
watch me falling down, down
enchanted by a picture
I wrote its melody
(she said) "when I am queen
I'll hack the limbs off all who dared to want me
watch me falling down, down
I am gorgeous
I am without disease
there is nothing in this brave new world
wrong with me
I am gorgeous
I am finally free
from this storm of hands, lips like quicksand
and gravity
watch me falling down, down
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right now typing my days away
is the only thing next to tricks that keeps me sane
the voice you heard on the phone:
it was pure. it was hers. it was mine.
but, of course, if you can't have me, then I must be a lie
I am alive and I am real
as the pain we share and the love for you I feel
and I breathe fire when they want ice - you know the deal
I know all you think you want I will reveal
from muse to artistry, ruse to celebrity
my work is as key as the legend that surrounds me
all you parlay you behold you convey you control
through a mask and a show the metaphoric truth can be told
I am alive and I am real
as the pain we share and the love for you I feel
and I breathe fire when they want ice - you know the deal
I know all you think you want I will reveal
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the pages of the book you were:
empty, cold, and white
they'd overlook your lack of verse
and that you were unkind
because the cover was divine
hit your peak at so young an age
in your teens and your prime
these will be your glory days
your only gifts enjoyed by all
save the awkward and the blind
time can be so cruel
late bloomers and dark halls
too beautiful, too soon, too bad
when the starlet hits the wall
take all you want, just say the word
pride before the fall
the well you dug, soon ran dry
and from your highest high school highs
you won’t graciously decline
time can be so cruel
late bloomers and dark halls
too beautiful, too soon, too bad
when the starlet hits the wall
you never saw the end in sight
before you know it’s all flown by
when the flower’s lost its bloom
and your looks have left the room
you best try to survive
on more than just your milkshake and a smile
time can be so cruel
late bloomers and dark halls
too beautiful, too soon, too bad
when the starlet hits the wall
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take a photograph
take no artistic license
just the white lights
the surgical steel
the forensic evidence
take a long, hard look
take it all in slowly
do you know me?
do you know me?
the camera's trained to lie
what beauty lies in this beholder's eye
princess, plastic and pathetic
photosynthetic
take an acid bath
your fingertips immersed
watch the image return to life
reborn and rehearsed
missing all that's perfect
and unseen
a portrait of the artist
the monster and his dream
the camera's trained to lie
what beauty lies in this beholder's eye
princess, plastic and pathetic
photosynthetic
you said, "my life is envied,
also empty, and absolutely
nothing in between."
what has he done to make you happy?
what has he done lately for you baby?
what has he done to make you happy?
replace him easily with me
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my dirty darling
my once and future starling
are you the mirage at my wits' end?
scaffoldings, balconies
absolutes and maybes
we can't be saved
that much I understand
if they, my precious lovely,
don't treat you like you need be
come up, I dare you, see me
we'll start this off with a bang
a fleshy rollercoaster
this show is never over
I got your number there's room
for you in my gang
my painting days of endless broken walls
sometimes boys just want to play with dolls
she can be wicked, she can be cruel
she's a little bit like me
but I'm a little bit like you
there is a place
we will go
whose only doors
are closed to most
where angels lie
in secret knots
and careless boys
tear out their hearts
my dirty darling
my once and future starling
are you the mirage at my wits' end?
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Gene Dante - C Star
03:41
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you've been taught to calculate
every move that you make
life is a balancing act
and a sleight of hand
stars come out, suns go down
we like girls in velvet underground
cruising for a piece of the boys
in my band
so check out my cock
it's a song
not super long, but it pounds
like a hammer
rock out with my cock out
til dawn
basement jaws, toys in the attic
tomorrow you'll be eating static
but tonight it's alright
he won't mind
surrender, but offer no conditions
you ought to be in pictures, this is your audition
you're so fine
sho' nuf it's showtime
so check out my cock
it's a song
not super long, but it pounds
like a hammer
rock out with my cock out
til dawn
check out my cock
it's a song
not super long, but it pounds
like a hammer
rock out with my cock out
c'mon
you're so fine
sho' nuf it's showtime
so check out my cock
it's a song
not super long, but it pounds
like a hammer
rock out with my cock out
til dawn
check out my cock
it's a song
not super long, but it pounds
like a hammer
rock out with my cock out
c'mon
check out my cock
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Gene Dante - OK Sunshine
03:35
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false expectations
empty train stations
the scenery and mood:
all shades of gray
rats in the cellar
broken umbrellas
in the subway
during a hurricane
OK OK OK
I need a little sunshine (ba da ba da ba...ba da ba da ba)
I need a little sunshine (ba da ba da ba...ba da ba da ba)
feeling my heart break on stages
to sweet rock of ages
and wilted bouquets
after the matinee
you're studies in solitude
all alone is where
you'd rather be
by now that's fine by me
OK OK OK
I need a little sunshine (ba da ba da ba...ba da ba da ba)
I need a little sunshine (ba da ba da ba...ba da ba da ba)
OK OK OK
I need a little sunshine (ba da ba da ba...ba da ba da ba)
I need a little sunshine (ba da ba da ba...ba da ba da ba)
sunshine
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one of us, accepted, insatiable
losers in the front row
reinforce the womb, the home within our home:
celluloid and Bordeaux
your Siamese stronghold
these connected lovers can revolt
friends collide, lovers converge
here am i: a writer’s mind at a loss for words
a weary waterfall, a lonely siren’s call,
I will trade you all your tears for dreams
your eyes taste my lips as if you love me too
like she loves you
cold culture counter blind
still joined together at the heart and mind
friends collide, lovers converge
here am i: a writer’s mind at a loss for words
a weary waterfall, a lonely siren’s call
I will trade you all your tears for dreams
friends collide, lovers converge
here am i: a writer’s mind at a loss for words
a weary waterfall, a lonely siren’s call
I will trade you all your tears for dreams
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flames rain from the sky tonight
boy you’re dropping like a satellite
the cosmonaut will speak in tongues
this metaphor will burn his lungs
reach escape velocity
and break the pull of gravity
boy you’re dropping like a satellite
the attraction fades to black, but not out of sight
intentional, exquisite, and obscene
in the vein of someone loved by someone loved by me
to two dimensions he’s reduced
the cosmonaut through flaming hoops
a flash of trash and circuitry
jamming unknown frequencies
intentional, exquisite, and obscene
we loved you if only in our dreams
let it fade, remain in outer space
let if fade, save face and walk away
let it fade, remain in outer space
let if fade… and walk away
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this is the closing
of our hearts, of our minds
of all we've found yet left behind
of community
this is the closing
of the lights, of hope
of all we thought we'd know
of all we've seen
good night and goodbye
last century's fox
is this century's failure
in the chaos of the final blackout
this show is over
an eternal gnashing of teeth
an absence of god, unamplified screams
return to dreams
this show is over
good night and goodbye
this is the closing
with regret, with spite
ask yourself when we say good night
can you be certain?
this is the closing
eyes are useless, all is blindness
that bitch Time will bring
the fall of the curtain
this is the closing
we gouge our eyes, we blow our minds
we burn out
we can't be switched on all of the time
good night and goodbye
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in the dead of a New England winter
I dreamt of you standing on a river
your hands were cold and in your heart was a quiver
of arrows from the angels
every day this town finds
a new way to break your heart
your feet may tread the gutter
but your eyes will always reflect the stars
table for one by a window
over desolation boulevard
examining your turbulent relationship
with God
he can't forgive you
or can't you forgive yourself
so dress it up
and become someone else
connect the dots
constellations
prick your finger
let it bleed
you are not what you seem
something more than inspiration
reflecting in your vanity
autonomous automaton
despising yourself
dissecting your thoughts
are you Pavlov's dog?
your issues hang suspended
you are music unresolved
table for one by a window
over desolation boulevard
examining your turbulent relationship
with God
he can't forgive you
or can't you forgive yourself
so dress it up
and become someone else
in the dead of a New England winter
I dreamt of you standing on a river
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Gene Dante Boston, Massachusetts
Gene Dante and the Future Starlets have made a career out of picking glitter from the gutter and wearing it to their black- tie affairs. Shuffling down the sordid streets of Boston, the indie rock rat pack travel shoulder-to-shoulder with deviants and debutantes, stepping out to the beat of their own drum kit. ... more
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