so i'll fade out

Garage: Bad Dream Adventure - Tracks

Klaus Nomi: Samson and Delilah (Aria) Mon cœur s'ouvre à ta voix (1978)

Klaus Nomi- URGH! A Music War

Klaus Nomi, “Wasting My Time” (1981)

RCA / 1990

Klaus Nomi - You Don’t Own Me

i always come back to klaus

Klaus Nomi - Keys of Life

This album was replaced online by "The Real Will Wood", although The Real contained bonus tracks of songs that would later be put on 2020's "The Normal Album".

For what, for what, for what it's worth If it was gonna kill you boy, it would have by now For what, for what, for what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down Well he was, uh- [Spoken] Well he was, uh... he was... he- he was, carrying this briefcase, filled with- teeth, that he had ordered online from China. And he had slung over his shoulder, the skin of a cat that he grew up with. And then had- uh, stuffed, to preserve its memory in physical form. But decided that with the skeleton inside the cat, and all the stuff stuffing it, it was too heavy, so he removed the skin from the, wire frame, of the taxidermy thing, and he- he slung it around his neck like a scarf. And um. He- was- [Singing] Wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped in poison ivy noose Around his lotus jugular when they came Oh they found him with a map to every victim of his love And a tattoo of a bluejay on his face And they waited for his vital signs and lie and let flat-line cry A hymn out in Hungarian harmonic But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma Sang "for Auld lang syne, happy birthday to the succulents, I'll dye your hydroponics" His ribcage was a hornet's nest, the palpitations set the beat His vagus nerve a Turk's head knot, and axle hitch, a carrick bend He wondered if the good Lord Jesus charged a cancellation fee "Auf wiedersehen, au revoir", he gripped his wits right by their ends For what, for what, for what it's worth If it was gonna kill you boy, it would have by now For what, for what, for what its worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down [Spoken] I settled into a new mind. In a flea-bitten tub-ring paradise of a queen-sized suite of a Wyndham Microtel, Econolodge, Red Roof Inn, Nights Inn, Super 8, whatever else at Richmond Virginia. I curled up an old Shotime soft-core porno and flipped through my phone for a few hours. Picked up a bad of Swedish Fish and a fistful of chocolate-covered cherries and a pack of Marlboro Nxt for three dollars and ninety cents at the bodega by the Waffle House. I spun my eyes, over the beautiful floral arrangements blooming and tessellating on the Stucco on the wall, anything I figured to keep my mind off those goosebumps that were rising and squeaking and cracking and quacking, and threatening anaphylaxis and asphyxiation with every sharp inhale that I took, with the threat of Stevens-Johnson's syndrome behind- my- flesh. And I watched, as my skin crawled upwards, to form a flesh noose, to hang me from the rafters of that place I had found myself in. And I watched as my epidermis took on the shape of whatever I feared the most in that moment. And I sat there, down in that flytrap ashtray, contemplating my next move, and weighing out the pros and cons of every- last- rotten- pulse! It was either Wilmington, North Carolina, or the nearest hospital! [Singing] For what, for what, for what it's worth If it was gonna kill you boy, it would have by now For what, for what, for what it's worth, There's no more looking back, No now there's no more looking back, No no no no no no no- AGH- AGH! For what, for what, for what it's worth, If it was gonna kill you boy, it would have by now, For what, for what, for what it's worth, There's no more looking back, No now there's no more looking back, No now now now now now now now it's looking up or looking down

Kate Bush - Hello Earth