(unless otherwise specified, all lyrics by Joshua Ellis)

Scatterlings + Refugees
(words and music by Joshua Ellis)
[audio: red_state_soundsystem-scatterlings_+_refugees_(video_mix).mp3]

We are scatterlings and refugees, we have never known peace
We have never known a home
Home is wherever we are when we're together
Peace is the sound that we make when we're alone

I rang the New Year in
In a field out in the suburbs somewhere outside East Berlin
I watched the fireworks burn the night
And I wondered where you were and if you were alright

We are scatterlings and refugees, we are bastards, we are orphans
We don't ever make a sound
Traversing the oceans in perpetual motion
Our feet don't ever touch the ground

We went dancing
Old soul records playing in the alleyway
And we are old souls, you and me
Disappearing at the dawning of the day

We are scatterlings and refugees, we have never known peace
We have never known a home
Home is wherever we are when we're together
Peace is the sound that we make when we're alone

And when my telephone rings in the dark
And you say 'Hey, I'm at the White Cross
On Las Vegas Boulevard'
No matter where I am, I'll get on a plane
I'll go anywhere to see you again

We are scatterlings and refugees, we are angels, we are monsters
We never mattered anyway
We're the patron saints of rented cars and last goodbyes in airport bars
And in the morning, like ghosts, we slip away

We slip away

Sleeping In Flame
(music and lyrics by Joshua Ellis)

It may be morning but the sun hasn't risen
And I feel like I'm walking out of prison
And the moon is wearing a tie
And singing a song about you and I
My only comfort is a brave cigarette
To push away the things I cannot forget
And I was wrong
But I promise that I won't be long

Why don't we burn down this fucking town
And build an empire in these streets?
I'll put on my cowboy boots
You can wear ruby slippers on your feet
And I'm calling your name
And you're sleeping in flame, my love

There was a story, but I can't remember
If it was January or December
A tale of lovers or a tale of friends
And I can't remember how the story ends
I wanna keep this channel open
I wanna keep these words unspoken
'Cause I know
This is a promise that I won't let go

Why don't we burn down this fucking town?
I've just seen too much to care
Chase me down into the underground
You can wear pretty flowers in your hair
And I'm playing my games
And you're sleeping in flame, my love

Why don't we burn down this fucking town?
There's nothing better left to do
I will write love letters on these walls
I will write them all to you
And I'm signing my name
And you're sleeping in flame, my love

My love

Berlin Floor Show

Greta married for money and divorced for shame
Now she's living on the remnants of her family name
She plays the strasse with the boys that she cruises
She hides her smiles but she shows off her bruises, yeah
Oh yeah

Michael used to make movies in the indie scene
Till his muse ran away with a beauty queen
Now it's heroin and roses every night of the week
Them bloodstains are ugly but they sure are chic, yeah

Something like a murder
Something like as low as you can go
Something like desolation
Something like a Berlin floor show

I saw you on a broadcast of the BBC
And my Lord, you still looked good to me
You were smiling at the man with the microphone
But in the back of my mind, I could still hear you moan

I could hurt you, baby, if it's what you're asking
I ain't Launcelot, you ain't no lady faire
I could keep you coming in the middle of the night
I could leave you grasping at the empty air, baby

Something like a murder
Something like as low as you can go
Something like recrimination
Something like a Berlin floor show

You tell me how you really love the glamour
You love the cafes and the cabaret
You ask me if I'm coming home tonight
I can't think of a single thing to say
You were so pretty back in Indiana
You were such a lovely homecoming queen
But now you're decked out in Milano leather
Now you want someone to tell you this is just a dream

Something like a murder
Something like as low as you can go
Something like dislocation
Something like a Berlin floor show

Something like a murder
Something like as low as you can go
There's nothing like absolution
There's nothing like a Berlin floor show

Divine Intervention

All last night, I was looking for you
Your burning skin and your paper heart
All last night, I was dreaming of you
But in the morning you fell apart

All my life I've been waiting for you
And now you're here and I'm a mess
All these stolen moments, kissing you on camera
And everything that hasn't happened yet

I don't believe in anything
Not anything that I could mention
But you are something unexpected
You are divine intervention
You are divine intervention

All my life is falling downward
Like a candle used up by the flame
All last night, I was dreaming of you
And I don't even know your name

I don't believe in anything
Not anything that I could mention
But you are something unexpected
You are divine intervention
You are divine intervention

Scarecrow

Is any of this real?
The streetlight spills like water on my face
Frozen, broken, stolen
I have finally found my grace

You hold the line
You hold the camera
Taking pictures as the shadows burn the wall
You think you saw me
You think you knew me
But I was never really here at all

We are walking beside the river
Throwing stones into the water
Watch them sink without a trace
This is where we go our separate ways
You can't look me in the eye
You can't tell me to my face

And I'm a scarecrow
I'm an autumn leaf
All my certainties are blown apart
And cast upon the wind
I fall apart
I fall to pieces
When the winter comes
I am born again

When I am gone
Will you remember?
Will you tell stories of
The way I used to be?
Or will I sink
Without a ripple?

Will there be anything
Left of me?

Every Hour Wounds (The Last One Kills)

Where will you be in ten years?
Still in this bar, chillin’ with these drunks?
Or will you hit the highway
Like we used to back when we were punk?

And watching tempus fugit like a bird
Everybody dies, haven’t you heard?
Waiting till you pay off all your bills
Every hour wounds, the last one kills

She’s sitting in a cafe
On the Boulevard du Second Chance
Smoking English cigarettes
And waiting for her French romance

But I’ll never find her in this Starbucks
Waiting on another piece of good luck
Fingerpainting in my coffee spills
Every hour wounds, the last one kills

And when they find me face-down
In a pool of my own innuendo
Covered with the scars of dreams
I gave up long ago
I hope they take a picture and they
Send it out on Twitter
For every single person that I know

One day I will find the guts
To leave this desert town
And seek a new Jerusalem
With no one else around

No more traffic jams or telephones
No more Abercrombie-wearing clones
When I think about it, I get chills
Every hour wounds, the last one kills

Every hour wounds, the last one
Every hour wounds, the last one
Every hour wounds, the last one kills

Every hour wounds, the last one
Every hour wounds, the last one
Every hour wounds, the last one kills

Not In This World (Or The Next One)

I’m a good soldier, I march like they tell me
My feet fall in time
When I stop moving, I stare at your picture
And I trace the lines

Of your eyes and your mouth and your hair
As it falls in fractured waves
I put you back in my pocket, and I count the days
But I am sunburnt and sand-blinded
And I’m lost in space
I disappear in the whiteness
I am erased

Never again, never again, never again
Will I laugh at your lies
Never again, never again
Not in this world or the next one

Wear that gray dress that you wore on the day
That we went to the zoo
Watching the animals climbing for shelter
And I looked for shelter in you

But now I’m surrounded by bullets
Screaming like ghosts
Of all of these things that I’ve left
I think I will miss you the most
But if it wasn’t this, it would be something else
And I am no longer afraid
This is all anyone gets
And I am not ashamed

Never again, never again, never again
Will I beg at your feet
Never again, never again
Not in this world or the next one

Never again, never again, never again
Will I call you up drunk and afraid
Never again, never again, never again
Will I break any promise I’ve made

I would like you to forget me
My name and my face
Lock all the doors of my memory
And throw all the keys away

Go out and get drunk and get crazy
And start a new life
Ghosts have no need for companions
And no need for wives

Never again, never again, never again
Will I haunt you
Never again, never again
Not in this world or the next one

Never again, never again, never again
Will I haunt you
Never again, never again
Not in this world or the next one

(This song is dedicated to the memory of Corporal Pat Tillman, whom I never met. I hope he might have liked it.)

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