The The Guests Guests Are Are Gone Gone Gone Gone

by Mean Wind

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released 06 December 2010

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Track Name: Equality Before the Law (The Guests Are Here)
The men from Nebraska, they know you too well.
They've been waiting all night outside of your hotel.

Soon they'll mount the stairs and force their way in.
Track Name: The Guests Are Gone
The guests are gone. They won't be coming back again.
They've taken their immaculate remarks and fled the scene. The Marble Faun's been memorizing acronyms.
He's talking about moving in (he's hoping you'll agree that he should).

And what can you do? Oh what
can you do? Its so hard to
feel at ease in a place
like this, where
the high wind howls all night long.

I used to think that
I could decipher it. Now, I see that
I was wrong...
Track Name: Kingdom Come
Oh
Kingdom
Come...
It
Came
and
now
it
is
gone.
We
set
our
books
aflame
in
order
to
commemorate
the
dawn
and
the
way
that
the
day
always
breaks
into
this
house
(or
else
it
breaks
down
in
the
winter
when
I
need
it
to
be
light
out.)
Side-saddle
i'll
ride
with
you
'till
spring
so
please
quit
yr
cursing...
it
won't
cure
a
thing.

***

Oh
Kingdom
Come.
The
campus
crowds
return.
We
set
our
books
aflame
(but
this
time
just
to
see
them
burn.)
What
can
you
do?
The
sky
is
a
shade
of
white
that
I've
never
seen
before
And
the
night
comes
black
and
raw
when
it
presses
up
against
the
windows
on
the
ground
floor...


...and
now
the
trees
are
trembling
and
turning
maroon.
They'll
come
crumbling
down
around
us
soon.
Track Name: City Full of (W)holes (pt. II)
When the heat sticks
to you like a private detective and
your 'revolutionary fires' recede,you can
call up the number
that I wrote down in your hallway.
I've got a car.
I'll pick you up and
we can head east.

I know that your nerves are shot tonight.
(I can feel them through the thinness
of the brittle yellow light on the walls
between us in this city full of holes).

So...

When the cold speaks to you in
its chattering (cavernous) rhythm, and when
the apparitions that you are waiting for
don't show up... I'll be down
there at the bottom of your driveway.
I've got a car (that I got
from the parking lot of the the liquor store)

and I know your nerves are shot tonight.
I can feel them through the meanness of
the peeling, cotton-white walls
that sit between us in this city
full of wholes...
Track Name: Sunday Was a Writeoff...
Sunday was a writeoff...
We drank coffee in the park and you took off your clothes.
I stayed in my dress...

Later, when the rain came, we
walked out into the darkness and
we came to blows. No
one was impressed.

You and I, we've both been
through this listlessness before and
we both know that it will abate.
Please don't be so blistering tonight,
do not burn quite so hot. And if I come
home late, please leave the light on...

Monday was a cargo boat on fire
in the harbor. It took a long time to sink
into the black.

Later, when I came home,
the house was dark and shivering...