Songs In The Key Of X
What is the sound of "The X-Files", that parallel/paranoid universe that comes hurtling out of
the TV like a weekly delivery from Poltergeist? Is it lugubrious and spooky, all theremins
and echo chambers? Or is it a pack of bad bad-mood demons howling off-key hymns to the
Unnamable?
*Hidden Track Secret Trax -- Nick Cave and the Dirty Three
*Hidden Track Alternate X-Files Theme -- Mark Snow
1. X-Files Theme -- Mark Snow
2. Unmarked Helicopters -- Soul Coughing
3. On The Outside -- Sheryl Crow
4. Down In The Park -- Foo Fighters
5. Star Me Kitten -- William S. Burroughs & R.E.M.
6. Red Right Hand -- Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
7. Thanks Bro -- Filter
8. Man Of Steel -- Frank Black
9. Unexplained -- Meat Puppets
10. Deep -- Danzig
11. Frenzy -- Screaming Jay Hawkins
12. My Dark Life -- Elvis Costello with Brian Eno
13. Hands Of Death (Burn Baby Burn) -- Rob Zombie and Alice Cooper
14. If You Never Say Goodbye -- P.M. Dawn
15. X-Files Theme (Remix) -- P.M. Dawn
- SECRET TRAX -- Nick Cave and the Dirty Three
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We were called to the forest
And we went down
The wind blew warm and eloquent
We were searching for the secrets of the universe
And we rounded up demons
And forced them to tell us
What it all meant
We tied 'em to trees
And broke them down
One by one
And on a scrap of paper,
They wrote these words
As we read them,
The sun broke through the trees
"Dread the passage of Jesus,
For He will not return."
Then we headed back to our world,
And left the forest behind
Our hearts singin',
With all the knowledge of love
Cause somewhere, somehow
We lost the message along the way
And when we got home
We bought ourselves a house
And we bought a car
That we did not use
And we bought a cage
And two singing birds
And at night we'd sit and listen
To the canaries' song
For we had both run
Right out of words
Now the stars,
They are all ended wrong
And the sun and the moon,
They refuse to burn
But I remember a message
In a demon's hand
"Dread the passage of Jesus,
For He does not return."
It is not the time
It is not the place
It is not too late
It is not real
This is not real
This can't be real
Not anymore
Please . . . not anymore.
- UNMARKED HELICOPTERS -- Soul Coughing
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Who's song is that remembered,
At random serpentine.
Synthetic oils emerging,
Some other thought it's thinking.
This light shines above
The houses on the ground.
This illumination
Visited apon 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.
Well scratchmarks left accross the surface of your mind.
This hour now apon 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 the truth.
I know the whole shabang.
I know the names of men they had to hang.
I let her out the trunk.
I heard what she shout at them.
They come to drag her through the dirt by limb.
It gets black, black, black, black, and blacker.
It gets black, black, black, black, and blacker.
It gets black, black, black, black, and blacker.
It gets black, black, black, black, and blacker.
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.
- ON THE OUTSIDE -- Sheryl Crow
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I stood close enough to hear you say
Do as the beautiful one says.
Tore off my picture from it's frame,
Just wanted to be one of you.
Standing on the outside lookin' in,
Funny how you see the truth.
But the feeling doesn't come back to you.
She's crazy as anyone can be,
That's what they say, they say help me.
What wanting love can make one do,
It isn't my fault . . . heredity.
Standing on the outside, lookin', lookin' in,
State of grace, state of sin.
Standing on the outside lookin', lookin' in,
Cannot feel a single thing.
But the feeling doesn't come back again.
This morning feels like yesterday
And yesterday follows me around,
And where do you go when no one cares,
Six feet under, underground.
Standing on the outside lookin', lookin' in,
State of grace, state of sin.
Standing on the outside lookin', lookin' in,
Cannot feel a single thing.
But the feeling won't come back again, again . . .
- DOWN IN THE PARK -- Foo Fighters
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Down in the park where the markmen meet
The machine and play kill by numbers.
Down in the park with the friend called fire.
I was in a car crash or was it the war?
But I never been quite the same.
Little white lies like I was there.
Come to town, town's the place to be.
Like it was built in one day,
You can watch the humans trying to run.
Oh look, there's a red machine,
I'll go outside if you look the other way.
Wouldn't believe the things they do.
Down in the park where the trend is death,
Death, wrath till the suncries morning.
Down in the park with friends of mine.
We are not lovers, we are not romantics.
We're here to serve you.
Didn't know things but the words will change.
Little white lies.
- STAR ME KITTEN -- William S. Burroughs & R.E.M.
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All right, just something I picked up,
A knack of going along with someone else's song.
Putting myself into it, it evolves from Lily Marlene.
Marlene Deitrich, not one of my favourite people but,
Ahem, that's where it came from.
He's got three for the price of one,
Nothings free but guarantee'd for a lifetime use.
I've changed the locks, and you count every one.
You, you know the other two.
The bricks have worn so thin that you could hear.
I hear them screechin' 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 stands between,
Can I throw them away?
No gasoline.
Just f*ck me kitten, you are wild,
And I'm in your possession.
Nothing's free so f*ck me kitten.
Just fuck me kitten, you are wild,
I'm in your possession so f*ck me kitten.
- RED RIGHT HAND -- Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
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Take a little walk to the edge of town
And go across the track.
Where the vibe doctor looms like a bird of doom
As he shifts and cries.
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
In the humming wires,
Hey man you know your never coming back.
Cross the square, cross the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks.
On the 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 ghoul.
They're a whispering his name through this disappearing land.
But hidden in his coat is his 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 `cos here he comes.
Throught the ghetto's and the bayou
And the boui and the slums.
His shadow is cast wherever 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 aint what he seems.
You'll see him in your head, on the 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 ghoul.
You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan,
Designed and directed by his Red Right Hand.
- THANKS BRO -- Filter
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Go take the chance now, I took mine.
You've got something to think about,
I don't have no time.
Left me hangin' there out on a 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 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. Thanks a lot. Thanks a lot.
Thanks a lot.
- MAN OF STEEL -- Frank Black
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Under the stars each night,
I wonder if 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, thats the way I feel,
I can't feel no stairs.
I gotten a real entice.
I'm only just a man of steel.
There is a place. There is a place. There is a place.
There is a place. There is a place. There is a place.
There is a place. There is a place. There is a place.
There is a place. There is a place. There is a place.
There is a place.
- UNEXPLAINED -- Meat Puppets
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They are not stars
Burning in the sky at night.
No roman candles in *astral flight* a nest of light.
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.
The fire fly is not a candle,
But a flower in my eye.
And so the 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 salted moon
And he is singing his silent tune.
They are not stars,
We are not human,
I don't the reason why.
The fire fly is not a candle,
But a flower in my eye.
And so the rose is not a rose,
By that or any other name.
Things remain . . . unexplained.
They are not stars,
We are not human,
I don't know the reason why.
The fire fly is not a candle,
But a flower in my eye.
And so the rose is not a rose
By that or any other name.
Things remain . . . unexplained.
They are not stars,
We are not human,
I don't know the reason why.
The fire fly is not a candle,
But a flower in my eye.
And so the rose is not a rose,
By that or any other name.
Things remain . . . unexplained.
- DEEP -- Danzig
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Into your soul, down in my skull.
Hope is not my name, free your soul.
In among the lies, you realise.
Pain is not the same. Free your soul.
I'm gonna take . . . sex for love.
I'm gonna take . . . human bone.
I'm gonna take . . . 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. In your soul.
I'm gonna take . . . sex for love.
I'm gonna take . . . human bone.
I'm gonna take . . . pure love.
Free your soul.
I'm gonna take . . . sex for love.
I'm gonna take . . . human bone.
I'm gonna take . . . pure love.
Free your soul.
- FRENZY -- Screaming Jay Hawkins
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NO LYRICS AVAILABLE
- MY DARK LIFE -- Elvis Costello with Brian Eno
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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 wire
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 . . . know . . .
You don't know about . . .
My dark life."
And you think you're a guest?
You're a tourist, at best
Pearing into the corners of . . .
My dark life
Now that you tear your dreams
From consumptive ballerinas
She'll stand on tip-toes for you
In a grey and tattered tu-tu
She stays where she is
'cause of voyeurs like these
With an accusative look that says:
"My dark life"
Robbermen await you there in
Each beguiling alley
To shake you and to kiss you and
Remind of you . . .
My dark life
Enter the pious elete
In their preening finery
And bang the tamboreen
They're dining on rice-paper scenery
See how the villan attracts
Envious glances from everyone
She's waitressing by day
It doesn't bring in much money now
And if strong, concealing arms
Set off bells in the law
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 Peculliar, Missouri
And from places closer to me:
All the cream of Heartless, England
Cheer the carnival, it's over
There are remnants of red army bandsmen
*They lived as soveregn or in banishment*
Played "America The Beautiful"
- HANDS OF DEATH (BURN BABY BURN) -- Rob Zombie and Alice Cooper
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NO LYRICS AVAILABLE
- IF YOU NEVER SAY GOODBYE -- P.M. Dawn
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Legs of a god
Head of a man
Eyes of a camel
Shaking everyone's hands
Fortune Circle
Smack their lips
Sky goes black
As the lightening grips
Styles are new
Home without pay
As weirs of blood
Roll over the city
It's not a rehersal
For specialty facts
It's the end of the story
It's what happens next
CHORUS:
And I say
(and I say)
It's gonna be a second
And I say and I say
In the blink of an eye
And I say
(and I say)
If I bang on the window
And I say it's okay
If you never say goodbye
Son of the child
Son of the beast
As the statue it stares at us
To wait for the feast
I drempt a dream
But what can it mean?
Angels in love
To follow the queen
All the people danced
Tore at their clothes
Sky caught fire
And the oceans froze
It wasn't our fable
It wasn't our house
With seventeen men that were
Thinking of jokes
/CHORUS/
I saw a jackel
Playing our gun
The light was so blue
And the air was so cold
Tells it how
On a microphone
As the mask he appeared from
Chickened out
People went
It's one of the jewels
Enter like soldiers
To pardon these fools
It isn't a sentence
It's not a reward
It's a black house here
With a nurse fall on the floor
/CHORUS/
And I say it's okay if you never say goodbye
And I say it's okay if you never say goodbye
And I say it's okay if you never say goodbye
And I say it's okay if you never say goodbye
And I say it's okay if you never say goodbye
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