Como Todos Sabem, O “Nathan Adler Diaries” (1995) Meio Que Tentou Se Fazer De “Heavy Rain” Antes De “Heavy Rain” Ser Lançado 15 Anos Depois. E Sim, O Próprio David Tentou Continuar Com Esse Plano Mirabolante Dele De Lançar Senão Um Quinteto De Álbuns, Pelo Menos Uma Trilogia Pro Novo Milênio. Só Que Acabou Não Dando Em Nada Pois Até Durante As Gravações Do Próprio Álbum, Os Cara Tavam Pensando Em Lançar Esse Lado Não-Comercial Do Projeto – Ou Seja, As Gravações Iniciais Dele No Mountain Studios, Na Suíça – Como Se Fosse Uma Espécie De “Funk Bible” (1994) Do Prince, Sé É Que Me Entende.
Felizmente, O Produto Final – Uma Vez Realocado Pro Hit Factory, Em Nova York – Contém Algumas Faixas Mais Convencionais Como “No Control”, “We Prick You” & “I Have Not Been To Oxford Town”, Dentre Outras. Portanto, Para Celebrarmos Os 30 Anos Desse Álbum Deveras Imcompreendido Do Catálogo Do David Bowie, O MUSEU DE TUDO Apresenta-Lhes O Fim Que Levou A Baby Grace Blue Como Ele Realmente Aconteceu Em Oxford Town, Nova Jersey.
In Fact, I’m Gettin’ Ahead Of Myself. Let Me Take You Back To When It All Began…
Tracklist:
1. The Minotaur Takes Us Inside (Intro) – 00:00
2. Art-Crime – 00:51
3. Nerve Internet – 04:03
4. We’ll Creep Together – 05:24
5. This Is The Chrome – 08:28
6. Segue: The Packet Sniffers – 11:00
7. Twist Fly Boy – 11:42
8. Lift Up Your Eyes! – 13:29
9. Oxford Town – 17:20
10. The Enemy Is Fragile (You Are…) – 21:36
11. Segue: Beauty Is Only Deep Skin – 27:58
12. I’d Rather Be An OK Riot – 28:59
13. Segue: Friends Of The Trust – 33:39
14. We’ll Creep Together (Reprise) – 34:43
15. Segue: A Person Who Loses A Name… (…Feels Anxiety Descending) – 37:28
16. A Well-Blind Woman + A Well-Intentioned Man = A Bad End – 37:46
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Heat. Heat. What are you in terror of? Life needn’t step on baby fingers. The minutes fall and the demons find their ways unencumbered, half dead, poisoned by their own fatal art. Each dirty tune produces its own nobility of form. Each pays a different piper. A dafted pawpa. Oh machine, how did we fail thee? I guess I feel like a machine that cannot be cranked anymore. My gabbers are broken and bent like a wall strangled by ivy. I remember Dame called Ivy drove around in a hearse some way south in Oxford town near the mosque. Graffiti, cappuccino, you name it, they had it all. Those were the days. Those days everyone was psychopaltic. Not a humbuck packet sniff as they are now. Take Leon police. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. I think we are stuck in a web. A sort of nerve net as you were a sort of nerve internet as it were. We might be here for quite a long time here in this web of internet as it were. Correct. Got to get away. Get away. Got to get away. Get away. Get away. Got to get away. Got to get away. Get away. Get away. At this time, you could think of me as a salam, someone who eats their own words. Well, the other twitch and scream together. We could together. You and I, we creep together. You and I. Just a trip of the time from a slump mail. A mumbo slouch. unreal. Maybe a triple mark. We’ll creep together. you and I way back in the LA hotel. I’ll reel out the window. You die for diamonds, but you won’t live for love. She’s a don like a don’t want to make you. She don’t want to make you all I got. Heat. Heat. I am the rose. I am the baby. I am the chrome. I am a mon. I am a mon. Landing chrome. This is the crone. This is the crone, my friends. The crone. Then there was nothing left to do but to bring on the N soldiers round up the packet and clear about what that sensation sensation just a little spoons me while I write poetic the ashes. Is that fleshy silicone chambers electric chaos Thank you very much. Well, thank you very much for here. They are the lead soldiers. Just fly. Just fly. Just fly. Never mind. My heart races. Heat. Heat. A snapper with a fatal heart who resents all stupid questions. Ramona stone put her arms behind the boy. The golden boy of the lion’s heart. The boy who lives outside an urchin among the wolves. Leon, lift up your eyes. The very stars are calling. Your name is Leon. Leon is your name. Murder. You will do. You lift up your eyes for sun. Lift up your eyes. W enough. Notless need more. Yes. Once we are heaven are Heat. Heat. Sunrise innocuous. Yeah. You are you are Come on. First time that I felt your bra down my cheek. The first time that I saw the boy, put it on the English anymore. Last time I saw him, he was standing by a pile of cannibals under the lamp. I look up at the blood red sky and I saw the words the moon ace the moon. As sure as you can see the nose on my face or the graze on my arm or the boil on my neck or the foot on my ankle or the car in my garage or the wife in my kitchen or a cloud in the sky or a tower. The sun and the moon. through the crowd in Oxford Town. Moving on the sidewalk, faces to the ground. Oxford town. Oxford town. Oxford town. Oxford town. Oxford town. Oxford town. Oxford town. Oxford town. Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh my. Oh my. Oh my. Oh yeah. You got to go any sound like something really fishy. Hello. Hello, Leon. Would you like something something really fishy? I gave up and the enemy is fragile. The enemy is fragile. Oh, I seen this furious man who will rid me of this shaking his head. Hello, Leon. Hello, Leon. Would you like something really dishy? It was just a fading photograph on the black leather sofa granted, forgotten by the last tent. Who will rid me of this shaking? Who has seen this furious man? But he has no enemy always. You could be fighting to the death, but no. Well, we’ll go dancing. They are dance. Something is now. Something in our mouth. Something serious. There’s something in my mouth between a speech. Sample techniques explodes the greatest battle of man of the 21st century. and the 21st century Spanish in you are you are you Chinese poetry. You are something. You are sweet. You are. You are. You are. You are something really. You are whispering. You are warning. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Yeah. Heat. Someone once said that beauty is only deep skin. Why? It’s always been stone in my flesh. I tell you, you better walk without the hard skin now, huh? An aprono stone, that’s for sure. I don’t want to [ __ ] hanging around cannonballs producing shocks and white babies fastened to the arms of blind heavs. All the babies left home. A baby left at home. The sky is made of chrome. A breath of sky and it’s made of chrome. There was a night of an okay ride. She swung along the streets with her waving hair and research green. Okay, Ryan. Okay, Ryan. I wasn’t okay Ryan with waving hair. Okay, Ryan was okay Ryan. Okay, Ryan with waving hair. Shine of white favors in the hearts. A block of black decay in the room. Oh, what a room it was. Oh, what a room. What a wolf. What a to. I’d rather be okay. I’d rather be grown. Yeah. I’d rather be crown. I’d rather be. Yeah. I’d rather be crown. Yeah, I’d rather be crowned. Let’s stay here at home. Don’t go near me. Can you hear Junior? Don’t go there. It’s really a lot to feel crowd. They might be super loud. They eat the hard skin. They sit on the left and white and black and loud. I’d rather be crown. Yeah. I’d rather be crown. I’d rather be sitting on a clown. I’d rather be I’m going to be home. is a strong. I want to be I want to be want to be Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Friends of the trust, you mean a breath cry tonight. You’ve been positively fly, boys. We are surely on our way upon that super highway of information. As far as I’m concerned, you are all number one packet sniffers. So sing with me. We creep together. You and I under the bloodless crow stars. We’ll creep together. We’ll creep together. We’ll creep together. You and I. We creep together, you and I, under a bloodless chrome sky. We’ll creep together. We’ll creep together. We’ll creep together. You are. We find the small things. You and I. We just had small friends, you and I. We’ll be smiles together. We’ll be smiles together. We’ll be smiles together. You and I. We end together. You and I. We end together. You and I. We end together. We end together. We end together. You are, huh? As far as I was concerned, there was always the slime end of the silicone chip biz. It seems Ramona and Leon had just spiral down into the cesspool. Like I always say, poison who loses a name feels anxiety descending. But hey, if I hide it right, she was always behaving like some don’t want a [ __ ] She was a well blind woman. He was a well-intentioned man. This makes for a bad end. As I always said, it would end in crumb. But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. over my love. You Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat.