City: Works Of Fiction

Recorded at Group IV Studios, Hollywood, June 1989. Mixed at Post Logic Studios, Hollywood, July 1989. Mastered at Precision Lacquer, Hollywood. Made in Germany "Voiceprint (Blind From The Facts)" Metal fatigue is a euphemism. The same vibrations express sympathy or illness depending on their target. At night the broken glass looks like a field of stars. Seen from the towers, the tail lights of a car cruising for prostitutes can spell out short words, like L-U-V. "Pagan" In our search for a way of keeping track of minutes and seconds without tools we discovered music and from then on the other arts chimed in. Harvests improved. We developed new fruits and flowers and invented dessert wines. "Mombasa" They sell orchids in the ladies room. The subway is free. The trains keep rolling all night long. On it they sell fresh orange juice and newspapers. Rice is a dime and it's white. When it rains everything shines like glass. Once in a while the wind blows through this town from the North and sandblasts everything. What's metal shines, what's painted they repaint. "Tikal" At any given time exactly the same number of people will be found to be sleeping there. Sleeping past the alarm is a crime. Doctors make the patients run or weave a specific pattern of lace. Smoking is mandatory in restaurants. "In The City Of Red Dust" Their engravings of God depict him in a hammock. The grandeur of a home usually has to do with the size of its central fountain. Many of their priests are also hairdressers whose pricey creations represent mythological events. Although nudism is the custom, men and women rarely are seen unveiled. "Rain" The wind changes the beat. Water blows around a corner and down the block. It's backed up. Foreign cars with horns in minor keys. Hear the phone wires bang and echo like a cheap cave. The wind is playing with fire. "Ba-Ya" D. I always wondered how they could dig a city like that up. Who buried it in the first place. Don't tell me it just gathered dust for that long. Somebody must have buried it. Maybe they were trying to hide it so their apartments would be vacant when they came back but then they never did. "Warriors" Bad mothers. Fierce but laid back. Wearing colors you've never seen. Gangbanging without moving. Napping in your face. Sleeping in a car outside your house with the radio on. "Out Of Adedara" Their architects were blind women. From these towers rose the hot air balloons of the singers. The baths stretched from the North wall of the city to the South. To enter the women's city from the men's city one had to pass through them, and the same going the other way."