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Jesus Was Born in a Mobile Home (1984 version)

by Spike in Vain

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1.
fear’s left me faceless fear’s left me blind fear’s left me brainless fear’s left me naked in the center of my mind the little voice that betrays says, “everything’s OK, you’re damned to hell somebody’s out there, you’re all alone” it shrieks through the veins in my head twisting me in contradiction trying to find happiness that’s not delusion trying to touch heaven that’s not religion the little voice that betrays says, “this is the moment of your decision”
2.
bloodshot fangs tearing, butchers, massacres lacerated skin torn from my face by your hands a thirst that cannot be quenched, dead meat, blood letting this carnivore called man, still free, still killing it lives from the past self-destruction will always sustain such a flaw gone unnoticed given to such an animal got no chance to change genetics we’ve inherited acute aggression no one is an exception we’ve got a plan, complete destruction dead corpse lies rotting diseased, maggots’ habit left with an epitaph that says “bad mistake, rejected” tightly packed for convenience, rat holes, larvae sleeping many dead, many live, kill them before they kill you
3.
lyrics uncertain on this early version
4.
a wish to walk as the crows fly disassociated by moving obstacles acid rain falls on my head I am bothered by disfigured weather don’t fit me into an architect’s plan make me hardware, maybe a doorknob twist my head with your green-stained hands open your doors at my expense make me an object you can hold make me an object cast from a mold inanimate, inanimate, I am inanimate inanimate, inanimate, I am just as you wish don’t fit me into an architect’s plan make me hardware, maybe a doorknob twist my head with your green-stained hands open your doors at my expense put me in a police line up pick me out from the other bums inanimate, inanimate, I am inanimate inanimate, inanimate, I am just as you wish
5.
through the window the swans sing of the night before the voices from the bottom of the subterranean lake we know, we hear, we realize somehow we know it’s all come to an end the end, the dead end, we chant somehow we know it’s all come to an end sometimes I think I’m not even here, I’m far away where the rocks have voices why can’t we hear the voices, whistling in the graveyard they seem to sing such a mournful song we know, but do we hear? somehow we know that something is wrong we burn, but where is the smoke? somehow we know that something is wrong is there life if there is no hope? we know, we scream behind the window of my mind I sit in the corner and pull down the blinds it comes down to this, the song, we know, we realize somehow we know it’s all come to an end a grave left behind I sit in the corner and pull down the blinds falling, falling in the coal shaft of my mind breathing the soul of decay deep into my lungs arms reach out for nothing, empty hands grasping air sinking my teeth deep into nothingness I feel the wind in the marrow of my bones blowing away the dead leaves of my life there’s no weather here, no wind or rain just the street waves blowing trash through vacant alley dust in a gray Cleveland factory sky the gardner digs a grave for himself dirt, his shovel, the insects buzz the vultures wait, he throws his body into the hole I bury him and pray I the priest, I the mourner somehow we know it’s all come to an end I sing the final song, the swan song the angels and I, we sing fatal lullabies goodbye, goodbye, we sing for those who’ve forgotten how to die goodbye!
6.
there’s nothing left to leave behind forget about you, throw away my life forget the years, forget the days forget the false impressions you made I have no use for your flesh, disease in progression I haven’t got the need, deprived of all I’ve seen you can’t look back once it’s gone away I woke up this morning with television eyes I heard a voice bleeding on my telephone I’ve known about this, I’ve had it before a step into the void, a step into the unknown it seems everything is given to chance am I just a shadow of circumstance? I crawl on the floor just like I belong who are you, and how did you die? give me your answer, you’ll see through my eyes who are you, and how did you die? give me your answer, I’ll tell you no lies I hear the smells of death and lust bodies stare vacantly at my naked heart’s rust who are you, and how did you die? ask me no questions, I’ll tell you no lies look at my death, feel my decline watch my downfall, hear my death you’re gonna watch me you’re gonna watch me die
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8.
Seconds 02:15
seconds to, until, complete entropy my eye hovers in the corner of the room my breath is poison, I’m asphyxiated said the cockroach to the cow, “everything seems so much different now life is yesterday’s dream, life is tomorrow’s nightmare” (that's what people say) I’m a cancer cell, here to disrupt hear here, my friends, aren’t we all diseased? aren’t we all just seconds
9.
I stole the silver from a dead man’s eyes they sprang open and burnt a hole in my mind empty grave like the mouth of depression I forgot I was dead so I resurrected if you only you could see the dried blood in my eyes if you could only feel the gallows in my mind caught in a trap like a wounded animal my leg is caught, I’m waiting to die no place to hide from the snares in my mind put the pennies on my eyes and pretend nothing ever happened I’m only sleeping, I’m only sleeping silver from a dead man’s eyes closed my mind, forever
10.
whaddaya gonna do tonight? no one cares Helga at the square dance, break some toes Helga at the square dance, break some bones let me tell you a story about a little dog named Fred who went around pissing on all the fire hydrants until one day, the big bad fireman came and killed him with his axe
11.
collecting the wounded like flowers on a summer’s day the etiquette of murder my ghost is in chains he’s minding his manners living almost made me lose my pride my heart almost bled my eyes almost cried living almost made me lose my life
12.
unknown

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These recordings were originally released by Trans-Dada in the fall of 1984. Although recorded shortly after Disease Is Relative early that year, most of the songs were culled from the group's earliest material. Although intended to be the band's second album, after a change of drummers the incomplete recordings were released on cassette along with a few live tracks to beef up the running time. Remastered from the original reels.

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released January 21, 2022

Recorded in early 1984 by Scott Godwin at The Island, except as noted.
Mastering by Jack Petracek.

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Spike in Vain Cleveland, Ohio

High priests of chromaticism and absurdity, 1982-1985 Cleveland. Vox, gtr, bass shared by Robert Griffin, Andrew Marec, and Chris Marec, with Bruce Allen (82-84) and Scott Pickering (84-85) on drums.

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