B i o g r a p h y (by Label)
Alina Simone was born in Kharkov, Ukraine and came to the as the daughter of political refugees after her father refused recruitment by the KGB and was blacklisted for ‘refusal to cooperate.' Raised in the suburbs of Massachusetts, Alina moved to Austin, Texas after graduating from art school in Boston. It was there that she first started singing in public, in the doorway of an abandoned bar on Sixth Street. Simone quickly became known for her sparse instrumentation and raw and powerful delivery. After the release of her first EP, ‘Prettier in the Dark' (2005), and her debut album, ‘Placelessness' (2007, 54º 40' or Fight!), Simone earned both national airplay and critical acclaim. Simone's 2008 release, ‘Everyone is Crying Out to Me, Beware,' covered the music of Russian cult icon, Yanka Dyagileva, a Siberian punk-folk singer who drowned under mysterious circumstances in 1991. Simone was first introduced to Yanka's music in 2001, when a couple of Russian street performers she met hanging out in Brighton Beach made her a mix tape. Her interest in Yanka dovetailed with a growing obsession with Siberia, where she has spent an extensive part of each year living and working since 2001. Sung entirely in Russian, ‘Everyone is Crying Out to Me, Beware' both echoes the samizdat quality of Yanka's recordings and subverts it with lush arrangements and intricately textured layers of trumpet, cello and guitars. The album received widespread critical acclaim from major national and international outlets including The New Yorker, BBC's “The World,” Billboard Magazine, Spin Magazine, New York Magazine, NPR, USA Today, The Wall Street Journal and Pitchfork among many others. Over the past five years, Simone has performed under a windmill in Aarhus, Denmark, at a club located within the Arctic Circle in far northern Russia, as well as hundreds of lonely bars throughout the United States. She has shared the stage with artists including Final Fantasy, Loney Dear, Alele Diane, The Dodos, Fiery Furnaces, Castanets, Dead Meadow, The Duchess and the Duke, Franz Ferdinand and many others. In 2010, Simone was among twenty musicians worldwide to be nominated for the prestigious Rolex Mentor and Protégé Arts Initiative. Simone's first collection of personal essays, ‘You Must Go and Win,' will be published by Faber and Faber in June 2011, simultaneous with the release of her second original full-length album, ‘Make Your Own Danger.' Best-selling author Neil Gaiman describes You Must Go and Win as “music, religion, Russia and family conjured and dissected with warm humor and sharp eyes.” Novelist John Wray calls it, “ a twenty-first century Portrait of the Artist, warts and all… a delight and, in all honesty, an inspiration.” ‘Make Your Own Danger,' produced by Steve Revitte (Liars, Beastie Boys, Black Dice) and recorded in Brooklyn, promises to be Simone's lushest and most fully realized work to date, featuring a large cast of musicians and exotic touches that include flute, autoharp, horns, Brazilian drumming and vocal loops.
Prettier in the Dark EP
Prettier in the dark There was a meaning to the messages tonight I like to fill the room up with voices Grabbed my keys, Remembered to turn all the lights off Went to meet chaney by the bodega She's my favorite because she came up with the rule That when you fall in love with two people Choose whoever you knew first Because history is important, a simple rule but true. It's simple but it's true. So take a slow slow dive from this city in the sky And make a holiday out of wednesday. Like it while like it while all my friends are here. Everyone's prettier in the dark. Where your reinstones are real as diamonds And your plastic solid as gold in chandelier eyes, Chandelier eyes... Why does our little group of overachievers Take so long to fall, to fall, To fall in love.
Love and Rockets Throw your guns in the water Let's go out singing happy songs It'll be romantic It will be so romantic We'll dance, we'll dance without chemicals You'll laugh and shake your unwashed hair I'll make you laugh. You'll laugh it'll be magical Forget all the thoughts you can't share Oh this is where I'm supposed to say ‘Don't fear, it builds character” but instead I'll just read Love and Rockets to you until we both fall asleep Swing low sweet chariot, I will drive you nowhere All the maps, all the maps got lost in the back I will take you down past refinery row So we can dance real slow behind the electrical grid It'll be so romantic… Louisiana song Do you remember the time We drove out to lousiana? To my father's beach house? I got us so lost. I knew right then because you never got angry When we reached the city, And there weren't any rooms left. So we slept outside under sulphur lights In the drugstore parking lot. All the stars came out, it was getting cold. But inside, it was so hot. So hot... It had been four years since the time That I really knew you When you suddenly called me, I was so happy. Cuz you were doing all the things You said you would do. I couldn't believe it, that someone could be so true. When you looked the other way I made a film About someone just like you. Said the things you said. Did the things you did And I played myself. See we were really together all that time All that time... Do you remember the time We drove out to lousiana? To my father's beach house? I got us so lost. I knew right then I loved you Cuz you never got angry When we reached the city, And there weren't any rooms left. The streets were empty.
Cash america pawn Used to see you kicking around town Out behind the cash america pawn With a can of coke and a pack of pall malls Sitting out by the pay phones, watching it get dark Knew about you from a friend I used to waitress with You'd go to the park and drink and mess around Make a fire, down by dougnut pond She'd tell me all about it as she filled the salt Touchdown on shining green lawns Under church spires, so chapel white But you see it all go down Behind the cash america pawn I was broken down on the access road Didn't think you would stop but then you did Your truck felt warm, Your jacket smelled like cigarettes We didn't talk about the trouble you'd been in... All those touchdowns, on shining green lawns Under church spires, so chapel white But you see it all go down Out behind the cash america pawn (america, american, so all american)
Siberia I don't pretend, I just get out This is siberia, no joke, all trembling white I love the pull of the train in the middle of the night When you don't have to talk. The city is grey but the sun is out. There's nothing but time to forget about All the techno-media mania The words keep getting caught in my mouth There're no more lines The tanks all got buried in the grass And parks are full of people in love I swear you'll get some sweetness out of it. Know it's a kamikaze move Oh but it feels so good To be gone, to be gone
Every Fresh Start You Make Oh, you're such a tangle Thickets that I cannot reach I'm sick of The Vandals But I wear their t-shirts while I sleep Take away the mascots And the silent partners that you keep Put all your selfishness in a pile And leave it there under the trees Then make a fresh start like every Fresh start that you've made before If I make it the real thing It won't be some kind of relief 'Cause you'll still be the drama queen And I won't be the thing ya need The thing you need Want to be honest And have it all work out okay Wanna be honest Have everything work out okay Wanna be honest And have it all work out okay At least that's what I always say...
*** Thanx a lot to Shamethebells for this one ***
Placelessness
Velvet Painting Come, come, come We're all on the run No one sleeps at night The phones all ring The sirens sing The stars seem extra bright And the buildings all light up like ornaments In some black velvet painting over the bed I want to grab you and tell you Be happy we found someone to love ‘Cuz out here it never seems to be enough Yeah, out here it never seems to be enough No it never never never never never never is enough
Saw-edged Grass You just took off Running through the saw-edged grass We didn't even turn we knew you would come back No one really knew We tiptoed around the things that set you off Like playing with Matches in the high dry grass Run, run, there you go, over the creek bed Why are the brilliant ones always so crazy I know you love us more than you love your demands But something keeps you running and only you can stop it We let it go in silence It takes off the edge Sometimes we wrap it up in silence Cuz it's the only way to rescue the wildest friend Oh no Oh no, there you go, running through the saw-edge grass Turn, turn oh you burn, on the horizon Hair whips round your face, tumble through the weekend Underneath the overpass, over the off ramp Something keeps you running and we can only guess Digging up the things you hid under the footbridge Scratches from the branches will only give you away Only give you away, only give you away, away
Refugees So I gave your list to the ones who decide these things And they said ‘Sorry, you have to wait.' And I talked to the man who makes all the plans But honestly he didn't seem so into it Hey, hey, hey What do you say Hey, hey, hey, hey What do you say And I ran to the place where it was all supposed to go down But I couldn't see anything through the crowd See, we're all refugees, running from the scene And looking for someplace warm and safe to hide Hey, hey, hey What do you say Hey, hey, hey, hey What do you say They're calling from the middle (stay out in the wild) They're called from the middle (you're out in the wild) They're calling from the middle (stay out in the wild)
Pacifica The sun's like a heavy hand on the visor You're sketching the scenery as I drive Pacifica opens up on the horizon Stretches of blue ignite and we're gone Another daytrip to sea and sky To catch the water throw off light We walked, and talked about These disposable lives of ours Just waiting for an offer to take off And start over…Pacifica Out on the blacktop with time to kill I've got a blank heart for you to fill
Swing Swing, baby, swing You're a bulb on a wire Alone and apart In the heart of the crowd The chaos here it takes you to countries That just get hotter. And laugh, baby, laugh, Til your face feels the smile Cross people off the list When you're tired Turn off the phone And wait for the calls I want you to Want you to Learn how to want Oh, yeah, you come and you go But it don't mean a thing Hit the bars where we're all Made of stars Yeah, we're all happy friends I want you to want I want you to want I just want you to want Nightswimming
Singing, low and sweet, A dirge as the water rose To our hearts And we float through a city The stage is deserted and dark Like trailing vines keep clinging On and on Nightswimming but the current's Like a carousel unhinged Firelight…are we gonna reach the scene Of the crime, with all this evidence in hand? Or will we just keep feeling our way Down the river til we see til we see… Just up ahead just up ahead just up ahead it's always…
Black Water Star light, blistering white, black water A thousand motorbikes, black water And housewives still on the run From black water and Killer spelling bees, black water The boys are breaking guitars In black water And eating little girl hearts in Black water Kind of lovable but kind of Carelessly cruel Sort of unstoppable But officially going nowhere The colored lights leave you hypnotized But you're frozen in the spotlight's glare So never be the pretentious one And never be the one who achieves Just rock it straight from the crypt Into black water That's all it takes to be hip In black water C'mon, c'mon, c'mon Wash away your mistakes In black water
Lonesome Sunday night, by subway light But the train is still far away You said you'd come By now everyone is drinking wine From paper cups… Are you lonesome tonight Do you feel a little achy I don't think you have a fever, But I don't know…you do seem cold. It's like black, black, black, black Black cars you can't see into. Leaving you wondering And waiting on the curb With all their little secrets So keep on running from the winter But you can't help missing the snow And all these unfamiliar people Who can't ever go back home Who can't ever go back home
Riot Act Baby I know you want to rest Get comfortable with your regrets Don't want to hear the riot act Get read again Upper west side Central Park view But you don't feel quiet inside Suddenly conscious of just How high up we are Now it's so loud it's quiet Ready or not They're shouting Quiet! Quiet! Into the starry night Oh, did you believe the hype, the lines Cause we could foresee the fall, The crash, the crowds, oh the crowds Now it's so loud it's quiet Ready or not They're shouting Quiet! Quiet! Into the starry night Can you tell me tell me Where's the safe house? Tell me, tell me where to hide out Tell me, tell me where's the safe house Tell me, tell me Country of two A bottle rocket shot out of a backstreet lot Trucks up on blocks the empties knocking around In the back as we rush straight through the speedway After the manic landscape blur Of the flyover states Suddenly it's so clear the rest falls away And I'm back in this country of two Where'm I going where'm I coming from I've been a faceless waitress And data-collecting something Someplace off the freeway It doesn't matter what I do To pay for the days The only thing that's real The only place that's home is here in this country of two Oh, the scenery comes and the scenery goes And morning feels like the afternoon But I don't feel foreign or confused anymore In this placeless place I found with you The sound of cars comes crashing in To this glass-walled box up on the hill But I'll never tire of the rhythm that it brings To this placeless place you found me in Oh these stars and stripes are just sickle-celled Hammer-headed sharks and we will remain apart. These stars and stripes are just sickle-celled Hammer-headed sharks and we will remain apart.
Park n' Ride
( Hidden track ) Oh we could see the city lights From the Park n’Ride Under the bridge that’s where we hid From the passing head lights You were so good at finding these Places we weren’t supposed to be Pressed up against the oh-so-clean Looking surfaces of things.
Everyone is Crying Out to Me, Beware
(Lyrics by Yanka, Translated by Andrei Konstantinov - For the original Russian Lyrics click HERE) Half my Kingdom I surrender the other half of my kingdom Eight square meters in my fairy kingdom On an island of extinct vernaculars Cupolas made from last year’s straw I surrender… Gems from the crown, two dried up eyes Slippery tail of a ship rat The fifth paw of a stray dog I surrender… Spring will punish me for my frivolity I’ll come back to knock on the gate Stretching out a hand, begging for snow in winter I surrender… No kicking, no screaming, no sound, no shame The laboratory keys are with the guard I get out Sunrise breathing down my neck Sunrise shrugs its shoulders, taking a farewell bow I surrender the other half of my kingdom From Great Knowledge From great knowledge comes only sorrow From a reckless mind, only ditches and moats From a beautiful soul, only scabs and lice From universal love, only mugs in blood In the sheet on the wind, barefoot into the dew From fruitless ideas to disembodied guests From set tables to broken heads From closed doors to buried beasts On a parallel track a black satellite flies It will calm us and save us and bring us peace Under a rough wing, night at the round table A red and white poster: “Hey, rev up your scooter!” Come together everyone for the meaningless forum At the universal congress How to deal with our delirium? To wedge our will into idiot land To sit silently and tap on the table Because from great knowledge comes only sorrow From a reckless mind, only ditches and moats My Sadness is Luminous I repeat ten times and again Nobody knows how fucking rotten I feel And the television hangs from the ceiling And how fucking rotten I feel, no one knows I'm so fucking sick of all this That I want to start all over again This verse is sad, so sad that again I repeat How fucking rotten I feel Beware I have to crawl away From the declaration of war onto all four strings From the narrow-minded Spring into all four walls From burnt food behind all four misfortunes From a generation of evil into four black numbers Throw on the old uniform worn by somebody to holes I will have to do without blue dusky birds Without mismatched eyelashes And revise in the morning what didn’t work out yesterday Leave the dirty railroad car and continue with the haul On the uncooled ashes, on a self-made broom To throw open your arms in sleep, to not trip in the dark I will have to swap the ritual That I am sick and tired of For a deadly missile The squeaky chair at the table For a child’s scream around the corner The wreath of tangled roses For a depressive psychosis The psychedelic paradise For three bolts for the shack Everyone is crying out to me, beware Everyone is crying out to me, beware Flocks Are Flying Carried under arm into the steppe, sermon in your ear A low bow, flocks are flying A kerchief to the heart, a stone around the neck A gulp in the throat Maybe they will forgive A ribbon on the chest They searched for so long Clenched teeth, forward time A cross under the window, tired elbows Banner on a bayonet, fox to the chickens A gray calm, lulled by the wheels. Trembling veins, traveling light Blonde and barefoot, a middle finger in your face Running alongside on a leash Eternal flame, florescent lights Dark passage, eyes widen Strong brew, cry my loved ones Corner, candle, table, icons Carried under arm into the steppe Flocks are flying Maybe they will forgive Sold To die in public with commercial success To smash your photogenic face against the rocks To ask politely, looking into the eyes of kind strangers My death’s been sold To decorate interiors and hang on the wall To disrupt the geometry of square ceilings To wedge like a naked brick into shining wallpaper Like a homeless shadow My shadow’s been sold Sold I’m walking on a tightrope, sighing as I go The board I’m walking on will end – soon I will fall Under foot, under the wheels, under the heavy hammer Going, going, gone My death’s been sold Sold The traffic light is blinking merrily The song flying fast against the winds To rejoice in the sunshine and the raincheck Happily ever after My death’s been sold Sold Up to the Knees We are up to the knees in your voices And you are up to the shoulders in our hair They are up to the elbows in dark bellies And I am up to the neck in deadly places We are under the flow of boiling water And you under the sound of hammer blows They are in the newspaper page’s shadow And I am in the moment of the iron click We are under the aim of thousands of your phrases And you are behind the wall that has collapsed on us She is on a pile of hands, hearts and eyes And I am up to the throat in them, and in you, and in us Special Reason It is by twisted mouths that moles Who’ve just cleared the sleep from their eyes Can see the error of the sprout It is over nearsighted eyes Not trusting dumb tears That the conveyer of sand crawls Until the hand remembers The brass knuckle trembles at the temple The slanted board is calling I’m at the peephole, under the heel of the ceiling At the entrance was an egg or a hard-boiled word I turn my face Dream jerked with nightmare A newborn mason sings with me in unison A winged breeze scorched the peaks of far-away rocks And here it caresses the lawn. For this there is a special reason For this there is a special department For this there is a special regime For this there is a special reason Through the cracks, a convoy Will seal the windows with grass We will be led to the slaughter A hero will cross himself A loose column of prisoners will step Forward, for the Motherland, into battle! And the evil enemies will perish Those who didn’t put boots on Who didn’t bid farewell to themselves, Who didn’t kill themselves, Will all be taken to the slaughter For this there is a special department For this there is a special regime For this there is a special reason Feet Higher off the Ground The meadow awaited berries The sea awaited weather Let bygones rot Time stands alone Faithful is the water in the swamp Lenten, as a sin at dawn The broom hopped across the hummocks Mists floated over the river The soap drowned in the mud My whole bath day was ruined So we will play games Hup-two, feet higher off the ground The one who made it in time will die The one who stayed behind — a dummy Gotcha dummy, Gotcha Gotcha dummy, Gotcha Hup-two, three, four Hup-two, three, four The truest law tied the first Chapter in a little knot And pulled the ends til it snapped Dig it, don’t dig it, I can’t get it As the scornful prophecy Is borne out by the present Everything verified, everything fits together Even the shitty fairy tale It served well, they listened And nodded to the beat And blew clear smoke at the ceiling Only the fairy tale is shitty And the ending is wrong The dragon slayed and ate them all Gotcha dummy, gotcha Gotcha dummy, gotcha The plane will come for us To kick the rubber sun around in the dark Hup-two, three, four Hup-two, three, four The spring was named by an axe The river was calmed by December The morning by a lonely shot The meadow awaited berries The sea awaited weather
Make Your Own Danger
Beautiful Machine Hot sand, the smell of diesel On the back of my hand The map is fading and the photographs Blow out in a string of flares Strike a match and burn through the season We’ll all go down with the sun-drenched heathens Dancing as the lanterns slowly sway I want to feel love Get caught in the echo chamber I want to get crushed In the beautiful machine Oh, the coastline is ghostly The lighthouse on the hill Cold and still The shore keeps getting closer to the highway The ocean is closing in Cold and still Signal fades, accelerate The stars are cold and hard Reflected in the water Where an Exxon sign blinks on And on I want to feel love Get caught in the echo chamber I want to get crushed In the beautiful machine Kaleidoscope collapses Brings me up to the rapture I want to get caught In the beautiful machine Glitterati A stopwatch and a heart full of darkness Your battered cabs set sail like ships at sea When no one is around, you’re glittering Storefront grates pulled down The highways are alive with the likes of you Oh I know, your conversations burrow through the walls Your words they make their way into my mouth The shotgun’s going off in the harbor Where the West Side highway falls into the sea There’s no one here but us Two hearts collide and turn to dust And the whole world opens wide in front of you
Gunshots I thought I heard gunshots last night Underneath the broken streetlight Back when this was the bad part of town All off-track betting joints and dive bars Rent was cheap and it was well worth it You called me up long-distance last night To talk around the problem and fight I wish there was something much better left to say But guys like you, you know you can’t really have friends You save it all for one good woman So I drove North until it got cold Where the deer all wait by the sides of the road Waiting for just the right chance to jump ‘Cause safety lies over the next hill, always Yeah I hope we get it right I hope we get it right I hope we get it right Day Glow Avenue Are you dreaming of a lost god Of a rock star from some forgotten age Is the anthem playing in your head As the searchlight sweeps an empty stage Are you running under water Follow the arrow down Fascination Street Facing a window into another world I think you needed to be found And to feel surrounded at every turn Kissing silhouettes dissolving into smoke It’s an epic soundtrack for the neon days It’s your revolution and your barricade Take a walk down Day Glow Avenue It’s the sweet feel of anonymity Is it the money, or the season Or just desire with no place to go Are you hoping for a savior When the waitress looks you in the eye Under the makeup she’s just another girl Who’s not gonna tell you who you are. Is the revolution still a day away As the searchlight sweeps across an empty stage Do you feel surrounded at every turn Kissing silhouettes dissolving into smoke My Love is a Mountain My love is a mountain Glittering white with snow And no one can mine it It’s stone Could I be the one you wanted A diamond in the coal But no one could find it It’s over And it’s all I ever knew It’s all I ever knew So bury me in a silver locket Or move miles and miles away But your eyes turn skyward To the north, to the north And it’s all I ever knew It’s all I ever knew It’s all I ever knew You Fade Away Colored lights and clapboard cheap motels and starlight Restaurants glow like a string of oiled pearls As the smoke pours up through manholes in shimmering spirals Curling up the walls to rooms with rooftop views Under the wings and in the hollows little pockets filled with secrets Oh yeah we run Through the bridges and the tunnels throwing boots that catch on wires We’re gonna run So take these photographs and just cut them into pieces Til you landscapes become beautiful and wild Take these one-night stands and longtime disappointments Turn them into bars of gold and vintage wine I will change my name Forget everything Until the sun’s drawn in the water and the copters circle low up above Until the dream is just a dream of someone else’s fantasy life (you fall away) (you fall away) (you fall away) (you fall away) Just Here to Watch the Show I don’t want to fall in love tonight I’m just here to watch the show And then go home, go home The kitchen was too quiet and My coat was near the door I came alone, alone Turn off the lights it gets real quiet Now’s the hardest part When your eyes light up like rockets But I won’t turn around Won’t turn around, around Tonight, tonight I won’t listen in Or think about Your mouth In the House of Baba Yaga It’s hunting time A ball falls to the ground Build a fire like Jack London’s When November ends And the Artic winds cut down Slumber til the snow melts And you cannot just pretend Sure we’re all alone In a house made out of Broken bones on chicken legs That run So write your name With a finger in the frost Waiting, waiting for the holidays Waiting, waiting for the holidays Make Your Own Danger Chase me through a dream life On a motorcycle made of ice Swimming in the man-made lake Safari in the mall at night Let’s dive straight down Let’s drive all night Let’s dive, brake lights red against the snow Let’s make our own danger ‘Cause danger makes us feel real close A figure in the headlights An empty bottle in the snow Let’s work on our addiction Addiction makes us feel real close And I just want to feel real close We just want to feel real close Sun-Kissed Slashes Under the bridge fires punctuate the darkness Salvaged my mast from a fire sale in Queens The city blows up, trembling in the water And I holler, innocent and free Floating downstream, somewhere in Indiana Counting the silos and singing La Marseillaise Stealing corn and weaving wild flowers Into a sail that’s bigger than the sun Trucks and chains and tires rusting on the shore Sun-kissed slashes I steer right past Mistook your rockets for fireworks and flares I guess the hunt is on, tracers mark the bullseye Forever westward, forever expanding Armadas armed with waterguns and mirrors The crowd is cheering, throwing neon streamers And we holler, innocent and free Apocalyptic Lullaby Hush now baby, baby don’t you cry ‘Cause stars are shooting arrows from their eyes And battleships keep falling from the sky Another a beautiful night So baby don’t cry A million fruit shaped islands they will bloom In a sea of pink champagne foam And your coconut shell boat it will rock Til we both fall asleep and awake Beneath a wild, trembling oak We’ll wake to the chocolate caresses of a ghost And the icicle flowers will sing to us In reverse… Waiting for the Storm Under a white sky Eyes hurting from the light Seagull circling up above Skin on the river is tight Waiting for the storm I want a blackout Reason to light the fire The heart of safety Branches cutting up the sky And just enough power to freeze But not to kill Just enough power to make You be still What I crave Violence and beauty Something untamed Something that they can’t control With their secret machines That will cover us all up That will cover us all up That will cover us all up
Non Albums Tracks
Oops! ...I Did It Again (Britney Spears cover) I think I did it again I made you believe We're more than just friends Oh baby, baby It might seem like a crush But it doesn't mean That I'm serious 'Cause to lose all my senses It's just so typically me You see my problem is this I'm dreaming away Wishing that heroes, they truly exist I cry watching the days Can't you see I'm a fool In so many ways But to lose all my senses It's just so typically me Baby oh I did it again I played with your heart Got lost in the game Oh baby, baby You think I'm in love That I'm sent from above But I'm not that innocent I did it again to your heart Got lost in this game, baby You think that I'm sent from above I'm not that innocent I'm not that innocent I'm not that innocent I'm not I'm not that innocent
Outpost ( The Artificial Sea Featuring Alina Simone ) Come inside The light is gone The days are long I need this Time to reach A sense of peace Deliverance is leaving Fluorescent lights And metal so Polished it hurts To look at Here I am Finally At home with you it's easy To turn it off Drown it out Shutter it in And zone out I will be The woman on the horse Waiting for you At the outpost Come along I'll bring you in Tobacco stained and reeking Map the scars All up your arms And make a balm for the lesions Never shake It's warm enough Here's something hot For you to drink down Be the guest Be the one At the center of attention Come inside The light is gone The days are long I need this Time to reach A sense of peace Deliverance is leaving Fluorescent lights And metal so Polished it hurts To look at Here I am Finally At home with you it's easy To turn it off Drown it out Shutter it in And zone out I will be The woman on the horse Waiting for you At the outpost Waiting for you At the outpost Waiting for you At the outpost