Rubies Lyrics Rampage.

UPDATE: confirmed and complete Rubies lyrics sheet.
(thanks Carl Wilson)



1. rubies

Dueling cyclones jackknife
They've got eyes for your wife,
And the blood that lives in her heart.

Cast myself towards infinity
Trust me I have my reasons,
Had a dress for every season
It was worth it.

Pulled into town,
relatively free of hassle
I secured a room at the castle.
It paid for itself.
Checked out my surroundings,
Headed down to Thorton Park.
Find your way, discover that things are dark.
Shadowy figures babbling on about typical rural shit,
I wave bye to them in a modern way
And increase my stay at the Dock of the Bay

Quiet Ruby! Someone's coming.
Approach with stealth!
Oh it's just your precious American underground,
And it is born of wealth.
With not a writer in the rocks

Sapphires vie for your attention
She dances, they mean well in their way.
But Priest says "Please, oh can't stand my knees!
And Oh! can't bear her raven tresses caught up in a breeze like that!"

Precious doctor, do your worst!
Cut me open! Remove this thirst.
Hidden but near, a series of visions
I won't repeat them here! I won't repeat them here!

Typical me, typical me.
I gave my cargo to the sea.
I gave the water what it always wanted to be.

"Look to the West. Oh look it's no contest,"
Proud Mary said as she lit the fuse.
"I wanted you, I wanted your blues. Your blues."

All good things must come to an end;
The bad ones just go on forever.
Isn't that what I just said?
It is now and it is never.
It is now and it is never.
It is now and it is never.

Don't worry about her, she's been known to appreciate
The elegance of an empty room.
Look I made you this broom.
A predicate warning to the sun
This night advances on.

The sketchy crowd shows me drawings,
They're alright: An alternately dim and frightful waste.
Now come on honey, let's go outside.
You disrupt the world's disorder just by virtue of your grace.
You know, I didn't want to go.
But leave I must
As gratifying as this dust was.

Please don't wake me from this my golden slumber,
I am proud to be a part of this number!



2. your blood

I went for you in military times and, then, I waited well into the 2300s.
I made my way through the Union Street design kids.
They were alright.
They were on fire.
They harbored an elementary desire to do good works.
I bought 'em all, I bought 'em all!
I made donations to The Plague, and The Fall and The Old Grey Mare in her stall!

Endangered Ape, a couple years in Solitary never really hurt anyone.
Distinguished colleagues, dead music-writers' brides - I apologize.
They were alright.
They were on fire.
They harbored an elementary desire to do good works.
I bought 'em all, I bought 'em all!
I made donations to The Plague, and The Fall and The Old Grey Mare in her stall.

I don't know, I guess I'm doing alright.
Tabitha takes another stab at becoming light.
She never wants to go.
Always want to stay illuminated.

Ride towards the dawn, Quicksilver on the side of nothing.
Never had a chance.
Never had to choose Your Blood versus Your Blues.



3. european oils

I made a tomb for all the incompatible cells I could take.
I brought bells to the wake.
And you, you didn't mind shedding your beautiful European blood as I
screamed - "Death to the murderers we've loved all our lives!"

I was good with names.
I had a way with faces.
I was the dominant theme in a number of places.
And you, you didn't mind mixing your beautiful European oils for a still life.
Oh Candice, we should've run for our lives!

When I'm at war I insist on a slaughter and getting it on with
the hangman's daughter.
She needs release.
She needs to feel at peace with her father, the fucking maniac...

Desperate times call for desperate measures.
I wanted you.
I wanted these treasures, too...



4. painter in your pocket

and i'm reminded
of the time that i was blinded
by the sun
it was a welcome change
from the sight of you hanging
like a willow
off the arm of yet another visionary
prophetess east van. punk

i didn't stand a chance
i couldn't stand at all
you looked ok with the others
you looked great on your own
it was 2002 and you couldn't be bothered
to say hello or goodbye
or stand the test of time
you did
i just tried to
separate an ocean from these tears we cried

where did you get that line
where did you get that look
where did you get that penchant for destruction in the way you talk

where did you get that ride
where did you get that rocket
where did you get that painter in your pocket

hey there's christine
and there's where she could've been
the summer season was cheap
birds of prey stick together
and hey so do we, go

i didn't stand a chance
i couldn't stand at all
you looked ok with the others
you looked great by yourself
it was 2002 and you needed reminding to stay alive
and so did i
but at least i tried to
fall upon that sword and never look back

Where did you get that line?
Where did you get that look?
Where did you get that penchant for destruction in the way you talk?
Where did you get that ride?
Where did you get that rocket?
Where did you get that painter in your pocket?

I didn’t stand a chance.
I didn’t stand at all.
You looked ok with the others…




5. looter's follies

you can huff
you can puff
but you'll never destroy that stuff
finally i see why
i suppose
kids you better change your feathers
cause you'll never fly with those things

in these nights
the boys sing "hello, emptiness
i heard you're alright
i heard you're alright
i've heard of you"

a body aching
fragile and pale
dark valleys
house its trail
why can't you see?
that a life in art
and a life of mimicry
it's the same thing

the room was crowded
and though you couldn't care less about it
that much was true
that much
another version of this miniature rome
to set fire to
why did we stop fucking around you
girls like gazelles
graze boys wearing bells
blaze new trails in sound

i looked up
i looked around
a famous toronto painter shot me down
oh i've busted my ass on these streets too long, he said
i set fire to the bed
and tore his gown

felt some mercurial presence
hitherto unknown
it was the sun
it was a stone falling through blank space
it was that jewel-encrusted roan
getting in my face

looked across the way
to the princess rooms
i saw brides and their grooms
heard the sound of bells ringing

cinders look back fondly upon a house on fire
when across an ocean
we go
we row
and we row
and we tire

now step out of the darkness and into the light
yeah it's common knowledge i've been doing alright
no i can't complain
on the east side midwives'
lives go down the drain
all cause our babies are dying

i lifted the veil to see
nature's trickery
revealed as pure shit
from which nothing ever rose
because nothing ever could
i swear somewhere the truth lies within this wood
and i swear looter's follies has never sounded so good
and win or lose, what's the difference?



6. 3000 flowers

she was part of an inner circle
daughters of the mother land
like a ship
lit up at sea
with scars where its talons used to be
scars where its talons used to be
scars where its talons used to be

i was a slow learner
and i moved in flourishes
i was a late bloomer
i moved in flourishes
last man on the scene
fresh face on a dying scene
one hundreth of a wet black bough
one hundreth of a wet black bough
one hundreth of a wet black bough

i was clytemnestra on a good day
dispensing wisdom to the uninitiated
the initiates brought out in tumbrels
shat out by the dawn
shat out by the dawn
shat out by the dawn

and like a woman i was kept
as the wealthy american underground
wept at the sight of rhode island sinking
into the sea

and the sky
still reigns
supreme over the land
as the music lovers
sat cross-legged in the sand
and in time and in space
and in other words in a band
too much like churchgoers

and the sky
still reigns
supreme over the land
as the music lovers
sat cross-legged in the sand
and in time and in space
and in other words in the band
too much like destroyers of themselves



7. a dangerous woman up to a point

a dangerous woman up to a point once said
"as per your wishes i left you for dead
i left england for the english"
is it always one thing or the other with you?
"forgive them my lord they know not what they do"
"hey your friends are fucked
in so far as your friends are an ancient beast
bronzed in tar!"

have i told you lately that i love you?
did i fail to mention there's a sword hanging above you?
and "those who love zeppelin will soon betray floyd"
i cast off those couplets in honor of the void
i was here to stay
i would weather the storm
i pictured heaven on earth
made of clay as your form dictated

i went down to the garden
with the nobelist of intentions
i felt the need to be brief
i stuck a rose between my teeth
and had a laugh

the sun sets
at the speed of light
so i thought i
also might
leave this
port of woe
on tall ships made of snow
invading the sun

a dangerous woman up to a point once said
"i've never read so and so
so why mention him here in this square
where culprits axe me, my dear?"
tried to enjoy myself at the society ball
really i did
froze on union street
it was spring time
i was just a kid
lost in a map of the stars
others called 'your eyes'
it was a trap
it was a good time
it was hard to realize oh

i can't win
i can't even walk
oh baby you should talk
baby you should hear what you're saying

they said "don't look back"
but i looked back
it was a bore
it was a fucking horror
it was, well, honey
you know quite well
what you are

a dangerous woman up to a point once said
"people come and people go
and people lie nameless in the snow"



8. priest's knees

and i was just another
west coast maximalist
exploring the blues
ignoring the news
from the front

where they're taking her
children away
taking them where they wanna go
tall ships made of snow
invading the sun

some people call me 'angel'
on their death bed in a dream
that's right
the Czar’s father thought
things could've gone differently last night
but they didn't

and i couldn't bear
to follow you there
where trauma exists in the sky
20th century masters
welcome these disasters
and so do i. but no!
oh baby please don't go
up into it.



9. watercolours into the ocean

listening to strawberry wine
for the 131st time
it was 1987 and it was spring
it's 1987 all the time
now it's 1987 all the time
well we were there
too thin too fair
downing your third drink
standing at arm's length
in the square
just off
a mildly successful
killing rampage
where good writers go
to find one thing
and stick with it

oh life
is bigger
than a life on the run
from the united states
and her friends
on this night
made of jewels

it took three
carabinieri
to peel em off the streets of the town
she's named after
dragging the lagoon was a disaster
they found him alive and
relatively well

well some situations
seek redressing
some songs just
go testing, testing,
i took a picture
i was sick of motion

and wore her watercolours into the ocean
and wore her watercolours into the ocean



10. sick priest learns to last forever

Make a mockery of the courts, receive your sentence, and take the fall.
The Strata Council sees your face and decides to declare you ‘a doll.’

That’s ok, yes it’s fine…
You’ve been the same, most every time…
A sick priest will learn to last forever…

Molly begets herself.
She plans a merger with The Scene.
An insider breathes word of this and, surprise!, it turns to steam…

That’s ok, yes it’s fine…
He’s been the same, most every time…
A sick priest will learn to last forever…

Founding Fathers, oh what have you found?
Your daughter’s face, a sweet embrace, and a commoner’s less than sacred
Place…
Take it back, there’s a world underground!

In spite of Western Sacrifice, we auction off the sword.
But Damascus never asked us to write a song about being bored with Our Lady Of This Immaculate Currency…

Gut yourself!
It’s a one-man job on the altar of the Beast.
To make it legal, Wilhelm’s bride goes bulemic at the feast.

That’s ok, yes it’s fine…
She’s been the same, most every time…
A sick priest will learn to last forever…

Founding Fathers, oh what have you found?…