
@ARTIST: Edward Ka-Spel
@ALBUM: The Scriptures Of Illumina
(c)1995, Terminal Kaleidescope #888

@ Transcribed by $aint @ndrew (saint_andrew@anl.gov) for the Cloud-Zero
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@KEY:
@        ()      - guesses
@        (...)   - phrase(s) missing
@        (?)     - not sure
@        []      - comment (e.g. song is instrumental)
@        {}      - phrase is said in the background/simultaneously/echo
@        {}+{}+  - phrases are said at once/medly
@        { (#x)} - phrase repeats # times

@SONG:   Illumina

        killer bees patrol the border mad dog sees the(m) roll the dice they
        seized the (roll) while we were sleeping in pitch black patches on
        our eyes seeing you is loving you i think i'll tear out both my eyes
        i'm happy on this private island the only place i have to hide we
        huddle close we're wearing muzzles we carry crosses nine to five and
        though we roll in (black hand blue then) somehow we just stay alive
        assume their interest plus i haven't figured out the reason why and
        if i did i'd keep it quiet the black is white and truth is lies black
        is white truth is lies black is white truth is lies black is white 
        truth is lies black is white truth is lies lies (in this place
        called) illumina white light never fades oh illumina my door's open
        i (notice) in the shade in this place called illumina the white light
        never fades oh illumina my door is open and (murmers) in the shade

        (...five oh five...the neon light flashes "eat" no talk blazing above
        our heads...somehow better...with electrodes in his head and it
        illuminated him and his eyes turned into bright bright candle light
        messages that flashed and flashed i taught i did not eat i am a
        reminder i am a constant reminder on how you should behave i'm a
        constant reminder of the true religious of the obedient of all time
        we must fade...)

@SONG:   Memoires Of Dr. Bliss

        we called it operation friendly because the victims were restricted
        nothing got beyond the fence the gifted were extracted for the greater
        good we kept it classified we filed survivors under S ran some tests
        i served the finest medication i watched them laugh themselves to
        death it makes a tidy end we called them holy mercy canvas cause it's
        christ who buys the wine he slowly runs his finger down the perforated
        spine he takes the time to listen carefully your pain drifts away your
        pain drifts away i should know it was me who ran the tests watched you
        laugh yourself to death it makes a tidy end the jury all (wore clothes-
        picks) the judge was unimpressed there simply was no punishment devised
        to suit the hellish inner squirms of the one called Dr. Bliss so they
        locked him in his playpen where he's busy playing chess with Napoleon
        i stand here unimpressed but i shall laugh myself to death cause it
        makes a tidy end it makes a tidy end

@SONG:   A Grain Of Salt

        all the world's a stage you fail the first audition doomed to walk the
        wings beyond my vision sand in a hand i tried to understand i tried to
        find the man behind the mouse the sleeping lion just was not there i
        screamed i shook you i shot you twice you apologized that's why jack's
        a dull boy 

@SONG:   Homage

        [instrumental]

@SONG:   Gomorrha

        jenny danced with jelly on the table when the jukebox played the
        tune kiss a navel she'd swim like (isadelva?) hit the floor the
        special room with sore clean through the gates of old Gomorrha
        oh they never saw us watching blackened (drawing) snapping clawing
        through the jungle twisted arms and knotted legs (and that groovy
        secret issue suet?)

        down the (lazy) leap i took a seat inside a cubicle i peeked a (view)
        saw a movie starring (missy) point of view see me see you we are
        everything we are nothing wish i had another coin the star attraction
        of this evening is a ceiling full of holes the frosted (footprints on
        a hole) and all the bodies i've lost afore line up i'm transparent
        no one sees the hunger in my eyes no no one sees the hunger in my
        eyes if every dream's a growing seed i will not sleep in your dimension
        if every dream's a growing seed i will not sleep in your dimension

@SONG:   Mayday
        
        [voice with distortion]
        [large instrumental piece]
        
@SONG:   The Never Man

        i bleeded for my purple card i didn't have a stamp so i pleaded for
        my stamp i didn't have a card and everywhere i traveled faces turned
        and turned away yes i cleared the shopping malls i watched them slowly
        climb the walls dive head first in the river {one by one (10x)}
        {i'm the never man man without a face without a number (7x)}
        i strolled into the movies turned a camera on myself i screamed my 
        never profile just a ghost i fantasized the countdown and a melt down 
        {thirteen twelve eleven ten nine eight seven six five four three two 
        one zero} now i'm walking through the ghosts but no they don't see me 
        they don't see each other they're the never men and no they don't see 
        me never never never man they don't see each other the never man 
        the never man the never man {i'm the never man man without a face 
        without a number (7x)} no one knows the number that sits proudly on 
        the front of heaven's door no one knows the number that sits proudly 
        the front of heaven's door {the never man}+{run away run away}+{never 
        meant to be} one {run...run}

@SONG:   Laughing Venus

        lost in light to face the far side you touch me kissed by time still
        young enough to fly touch me stars seem closer tonight if i had hands
        well i'd surely dig them if i had ears i'd steal your thunder (if i had
        eyes) just give me life i will roll through famine fields on giant      
        wheels i'll sprinkle (heel) i'll give you back the day {give you back   
        the day} i'll give you back the day {i'll give you back the day} just   
        touch me

@SONG:   There Was A Crooked Man

        play it play it then behave oh yes-sir-ee we have the chains now
        here's the instructions thou shalt rave thou shalt give us more
        (fears) for our lady she is fertile our lady she sells on we can
        sell back part of silver it is waiting maybe you could have some
        here yeah but play it play it one more time again again again again
        a thousand times come out from that shadow boys it's kind of hard
        to hear you through the (car) all that fucking noise they have
        troubles selling accidents like this oh play it play it play it
        one more time one more time i wish that we were virgins all it's
        (for spring) for years {they wish they were virgins (wishing it
        for years) (3x)} 

@SONG:   Illumina 2

        killer bees beseiged the border evil warders rolled the bees the
        eyes of wise guys slick reporters now hanging from the jewelstry
        the tv screen is scrambled and the radio's jammed but i dutifully
        follow orders cause you never can you never can who slinks through
        the cracks of this my wall who listens for my footsteps as night
        falls who amplifies the sighs the curses fantasizes all the worst
        things and i'd rather be a grey man than the great pretender shouting
        at the moon ah the moon they switch it off at night because it isn't
        square and i'd like to think back to those midnight walks with you
        but i don't dare i guess that ninety is loving you so i'll simply 
        change the channel i'll wipe the flannel across my face i'll watch
        that space i'll watch that scrambled space and think of nothing just
        in case they're watching prying tapping probing watching prying 
        tapping probing watching prying tapping probing sure thing nothing's
        sacred in this place they call Illumina our Illumina the door is open
        i'm nervous in the shade oh Illumina 

@SONG:   The Last Door On The Left

        [instrumental]

