1. Mark Snow – “The X-Files Theme”

(Instrumental)

2. Soul Coughing – “Unmarked Helicopters”

Whose song is that remembered,
at random serpentine.
Through phatic coils emerging,
some other thought it’s thinking.
This light sounds above the houses on the ground
This illumination visited upon the whole land.

Unmarked Helicopters, hovering.
The lord is coming soon.

Here comes the SuperCopter,
here comes the noise it makes.
The demon was an idea,
the demon is awake.
The scratch mark left across the surface of your mind,
this hour now upon us,
the hour has now arrived.

Unmarked Helicopters, hovering.
The lord is coming soon.
Unmarked Helicopters, hovering,
they said it was a weather balloon,

I know truth…
I know the whole shebang,
I know the names of men they had to hang.
I let her out of the trunk, uh,
I heard what she said at them, uh,
They’ve come to drag her through the double-M.

It goes black, black, black, black, blacker, uh.
It goes black, black, black, black, blacker, uh.
It goes black, black, black, black, blacker, uh.
It goes black, black, black, black, blacker, uh.

Unmarked Helicopters, hovering,
The lord is coming soon.
Unmarked Helicopters, hovering,
they said it was a weather balloon.
…it was a weather balloon.
…it was a weather balloon.
…it was a weather balloon.
…it was a weather balloon.

3. Sheryl Crow – “On The Outside”

I stood close enough to hear you say,
“Do as the beautiful ones do.”
Tore up my picture from it’s frame,
I just wanted to be one of you.

I’m standing on the outside,
looking in,
funny how you see the truth,
but the feeling does come back,to you.

She’s crazy as anyone can be,
that’s what they say,
they say of me.
Wanting love, can make one do,
It isn’t my fault, heredity.

I’m standing on the outside,
looking, looking.
State of grace, state of sin.
I’m standing on the outside,
looking, looking,
Cannot feel a single thing,
but the feeling does come back, again.

This morning feels like yesterday,
yesterday follows me around,
where do you go when no-one cares,
six-feet under, under ground,

I’m standing on the outside,
looking, looking.
State of grace, state of sin.
I’m standing on the outside,
looking, looking,
Cannot feel a single thing,
but the feeling will come back, again.
Again…

4. Foo Fighters – “Down In The Park”

Down in the park,
where the machmen meet the machine,
and play ‘kill by numbers’.
Down in the park with a friend called five.

I was in a car crash,
or was it the war,
but I’ve never been quite the same,
little white lies like “I was there”.

Come to “Tom-Tom’s” a place to eat,
like it was built in one day.
You can watch the humans,
trying to run.

Oh look there’s a rape machine,
I’d go outside if he’d look the other way.
You wouldn’t believe,
the things they do.

Down in the park,
where the chant is, “death, death, death”,
until the sun cries morning.
Down in the park with friends of mine.

“We are not lovers,
We are not romantics,
We are here to serve you”.
A different face but the words never change.

5. R.E.M. & William S. Burroughs – “Star Me Kitten”

“Alright. Just something I picked up. A knack of going along with someone else’s song, putting myself into it. It evolved from Lilly Marlene, Marlene Dietritch, not one of my favorite people but, that’s where it came from.”

Key’s cut, three for the price of one,
Nothing’s free but guaranteed for a lifetime use,
I’ve changed the locks, and you can’t have one.

You… you know the other two,
the bricks have warn so thin, that you can hear,
I hear them screeching through the door, from our driveway.

Hey love, look into your glovebox heart,
what is there for me inside,
this love is tired, I’ve changed the locks,
Have I misplaced you?

Have we lost our minds?

Will this never end?

It could depend on your take.

You…me…we used to be on fire,
If keys are all that stand between,
can I throw in the ring, no gasoline.

Just fuck me kitten,
you are wild,
and I’m in your possession

Nothing’s free,
so fuck, me kitten.

Just fuck me kitten,
you are wild,
I’m in your possession,
So fuck me kitten.

6. Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds – “Red Right Hand”

Take a little walk to the edge of town,
and go across the track,
where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom,
as it shifts and cracks.

Where secrets lie in the border fires,
and the humming wires,
hey man, you know you’re never coming back.

Across the square, across the bridge,
past the mills, past the stack.

On a gathering storm,
comes a tall handsome man,
in a dusty black coat
with a red right hand.

He’ll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you’ve been a good boy.
He’ll rekindle all the dreams,
it took you a lifetime to destroy.

He’ll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul.
but there won’t be a
single thing that you can do.

He’s a god, he’s a man, he’s a ghost,
he’s a gu…ru.

The’re whispering his name,
through this disappearing land,
but hidden in his coat
is a red right hand.

You don’t own no money,
he’ll get you some.
You don’t have no car,
he’ll get you one.

You don’t have no self-respect,
you feel like an insect,
Well don’t you worry buddy,
’cause here he comes.

Through the ghettos, and the bari,
and the bari, and the slums.

His shadow is cast
where ever he stands,
stacks of green paper
in his red right hand.

You’ll see him in your nightmares,
you’ll see him in your dreams.
He’ll appear out of nowhere,
but he ain’t what he seems.

You’ll see him in your head,
on your TV screen,
Hey buddy, I’m warning
you to turn it off.

He’s a ghost, he’s a god, he’s a man,
he’s a gu…ru.

You’re one microscopic cog,
in his catastrophic plan.
Designed and directed by
his red right hand.

7. Filter – “Thanks Bro”

Taking on your chance now,
I took mine.

You’ve got something to think about,
I don’t have the time.

Left me hanging there,
out on the line.

You’ve got all those other things,
I’ve just got this one thing.

Thanks a lot, way to go…bro.
Thanks a lot, way to go…bro.

Now that I’ve said this,
which I’ll probably regret,

now that I’ve thrown this in your face,
do I have have a case?

Left me out nowhere,
I’m out of time.

You’ve got all those other things,
I’ve just got this one thing.

Thanks a lot, way to go…bro.
Thanks a lot, way to go…bro.

Thanks a lot, way to go…bro.
Thanks a lot, way to go…bro.

…Thanks a lot
…Thanks a lot
…Thanks a lot
…Thanks a lot
…bro
…Thanks a lot
…bro
…Thanks a lot
…bro
…Thanks a lot
…bro

8. Frank Black – “Man Of Steel”

Under the stars each night,
I wonder do stairs go there?

I’m lonely driving behind the wheel,
Can’t get nowhere.

I can’t seem to get it right.
I’m only just a man of steel.

…Is there a place?

And under the stars tonight,
I wonder if someone cares.

I’m lonely, that’s the way I feel
Can’t feel no stairs.

I’ve gotten a real ad-heist
I’m only just a man of steel.

…There is a place. (x11)

9. Meat Puppets – “Unexplained”

They are not stars,
burning in the sky at night.
No, no they’re candles,
in astro-flight.

They are not men,
walking on the streets below,
what are they really?
Nobody knows.

They are not stars,
We are not human.
I don’t know
the reason why.

A firefly is not a candle,
not a flower in my eye.
And so, a rose is not a rose,
by that or any other name.

Things remain… Unexplained.

I am a tree,
dancing on the ocean floor.
The air is water,
On desert shores.

There is a face,
Painted on the salty moon.
The tree singing,
this silent tune.

They are not stars,
we are not human.
I don’t know
the reason why.

A firefly is not a candle,
not a flower in my eye.
And so, a rose is not a rose,
by that or any other name.

Things remain unexplained.

They are not stars,
you’re not human.
I don’t know
the reason why.

A firefly is not a candle,
not a flower in my eye.
And so, a rose is not a rose,
by any, any other name.

Things remain unexplained.

They are not stars,
we are not human.
I don’t know
the reason why.

A firefly is not a candle,
not a flower in my eye.
And so, a rose is not a rose,
by that or any other name.

Things remain unexplained.

10. Danzig – “Deep”

In, to your soul,
down you must go.
Hope, is not my name,
free your soul.

In, among the laws,
you flee your light.
Pain, is not the same,
free your soul.

I’m gon’ take,
sex for love,
I’m gon’ take,
human bone.

I’m gon’ brake,
pure love.
Free your soul.

Deep, in your eyes,
down, you will slide.
There it resides,
in your soul.

Deep, down you go,
Then, you will know.
Love, is not my name,
bend you soul.

I’m gon’ take,
sex for love,
I’m gon’ take,
human bone.

I’m gon’ brake,
pure love.
Free your soul.

I’m gon’ take,
sex for love,
I’m gon’ take,
human bone.

I’m gon’ brake,
pure love.
Free your soul.

11. Screamin’ Jay Hawkins – “Frenzy”

Frenzy!!!

Dig this crazy mood I’m in,
listen to my heart as it starts to spin.
Whish,
when you kiss me, and do it again,
I’m in a Frenzy!!!

Watch my eyes, when you light them up,
Bling!
Listen to me whine, like a harpsichord.
When you touch me I warm right up,
I’m in a Frenzy!!!

This love gushes from my heart,
like a water from a spout.
You build a flame, from a tiny spark.
You can really knock me out.

Yeah!

Ease my mind with your real cool lines,
daddy, fill my soul with love devine.
When you say you’re mine, all mine,
I’m in a Frenzy!!!

This love gushes from my heart,
like a water from a spout.
You build a flame, from a tiny spark.
You can really knock me out.

Yeah!

Ease my mind with your real cool lines,
daddy, fill my soul with love devine.
When you say you’re mine, all mine,
I’m in a Frenzy!!!

Frenzy!!!

12. Elvis Costello with Brian Eno – “My Dark Life”

She says nobody wants to believe,
you’re the same as everyone.
What makes me unique?

My dark life.

There was a kink in the world,
sent that statue tumbling,
an invitation east.

So we could watch it all crumbling.
She came on, like a light,
and so softly she spoke.
“You don’t, no you don’t know about,
my dark life”.

And you think, you’re a guest,
you’re a tourist at best.
Peering into the corners of
My dark life.

Now that you tear your dreams,
from consulted ballerinas.
She’ll stand on tiptoe for you,
in here grey and tattered tu-tu.

She stays where she is,
’cause of voyeurs like these,
with an accuseter look that says,
“My dark life”.

Robber men await you there,
each beguiling alley,
To shake you and to pierce you,
and remind you of,
my dark life.

Into the pie easily,
in their preening finery,
and bang the tambourine.
They’re dining on rice paper scenery.

See how the villain attracts,
envious glances from everyone.
She’s waitressing by day.
It doesn’t bring in much money now.

And the strong concealed arms,
set off bells and alarms,
in the strangest locations of
my dark life.

But the fantasy slipped,
as he tipped her in cigarettes.
She tries to smile very graciously,
when she wants to kill him.

Now the victory is sweet,
you get down on your knees.
It’s the perfect position for
kissing western leather.

So they came from Ugly, Texas,
and from Nameless, Tennessee.
From Peculiar, Missouri,
and from places closer to me.

All the green of hauntless singers,
chig the carnival is over.
The remnants of an army band plays
Wait America, the beautiful.

13. Rob Zombie and Alice Cooper – “Hands Of Death (Burn Baby Burn)”

Sometimes, the wicked ones,
the mortal sting,
I am the only one,
Across the dreary plane.
I am watching,
Across the crucified,
So few are chosen,
I do not die,
horrified.
And seat yourself a ride,
Get out of your denial,
A genius of the night,
And I am watching,
Across the crucified,
So few are chosen,
I do not die.

In the hands of death,
Burn baby burn,
In the hands of death,
Burn baby burn,
In the hands of death,
Burn baby burn.

They creep and crawl inside,
Into the heart of cold,
So dead and paralyzed,
Perversion of the soul.
I am watching,
Across the crucified,
So few are chosen,
I do not die.

In the hands of death,
Burn baby burn,
In the hands of death,
Burn baby burn,
In the hands of death,
Burn baby burn.

14. P.M. Dawn – “If You Never Say Goodbye”

Legs of a cat,
Head of a man,
eyes on the camera,
shaking everyone’s hand.

Vultures circle,
and smack their lips,
the sky goes black,
as the lightning rips.

Stars are new,
born without pity,
as waves of blood,
roll over the city.

It’s not a rehearsal,
or special effects.
It’s the end of a story,
it’s what happens next?

If I say, and I say,
It’s coming in a second.
If I say, and I say,
in the blink of an eye.
And I say, and I say,
With a bang and a whimper.
And I say it’s OK,
if you never say goodbye.

Son of a child,
son of a beast,
as it slouchers and slithers,
it’s way from east.

I dreamt a dream,
but what can it mean?
Angels and more,
devoured the queen.

All the people danced,
and tore at their clothes.
The sky caught fire,
and the oceans froze.

It wasn’t a fable,
it wasn’t a hoax.
The servants and the devil,
keep making up jokes.

And I say, and I say,
it’s coming in a second.
And I say, and I say,
in the blink of an eye.
And I say, and I say,
With a bang and a whimper.
And I say it’s OK,
if you never say goodbye.

I saw a chapel,
lain of God.
The light was so blue,
and the air was so cold.

It sounded high,
on a microphone,
as the rats kept rhythm,
on a chicken bone.

People wept,
and swallowed their jewels,
Entered like soldiers,
departed as fools.

It isn’t a sentence,
it’s not a reward.
It’s a black parachute,
with a noose for a cord.

And I say, and I say,
it’s coming in a second.
And I say, and I say,
in the blink of an eye.
And I say, and I say,
With a bang and a whimper.
And I say it’s OK,
if you never say goodbye.

And I say it’s OK,
if you never say goodbye.
And I say it’s OK,
if you never say goodbye.
And I say it’s OK,
if you never say goodbye. (Repeat)

© 1996 Warner Bros. Records Inc.; Transcribed by Leonardo Mecchi, sent by Earth2Kim, minor updates by Rob Drew and Allstars.