06.12.2003

“The World’s a Mess, It’s in My Kiss”

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Date/Time: 12/06/2003 12:00 am


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X LYRICS:
“The World’s A Mess It’s In My Kiss”
no one is united all things are untied perhaps we’re
boiling over inside they’ve been telling lies who’s
been telling lies? there are no angels there are
devils in many ways take it like a man the world’s a
mess it’s in my kiss you can’t take it back pull it
out of the fire pull it out in the bottom of the
ninth pull it out in chords of red-disease drag on
the system drag on my head and body there are some
facts here that refuse to escape i could say it
stronger but it’s too much trouble i was wondering
down at the bricks hectic, isn’t it? down we go
cradle and all the world’s a mess it’s in my kiss go
to hell, see if you like it then come home with me
tomorrow night may be too late both moons are full
dirty night dying like a lovely wife goodbye my
darling how high the moon well i wish i was
“>Debs & Co. is pleased to present a summer group show:
“The World’s a Mess, It’s in My Kiss”
May 29th through July 18th, 2003
****Opening party: June 12, 6-8pm****
Debs & Co.
525 West 26th St.
2nd flr
NYC 10001
Featuring work by:
Joy Episalla, Joy Garnett, Dominic McGill,
Libby McInnis and Chris Habib, Michele O’Marah,
and Type A.
The exhibition takes its name from a song by the
band X, written for their album “Los Angeles” in 1980.
“The World’s a Mess” is about the conflicted panorama
of unrest that counts as contemporary experience; the
commercialization of violence; the social veneers that
obscure the greed and the scandals of our time…
For more information and images:
http://www.debsandco.com/
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X LYRICS:
“The World’s A Mess It’s In My Kiss”
no one is united all things are untied perhaps we’re
boiling over inside they’ve been telling lies who’s
been telling lies? there are no angels there are
devils in many ways take it like a man the world’s a
mess it’s in my kiss you can’t take it back pull it
out of the fire pull it out in the bottom of the
ninth pull it out in chords of red-disease drag on
the system drag on my head and body there are some
facts here that refuse to escape i could say it
stronger but it’s too much trouble i was wondering
down at the bricks hectic, isn’t it? down we go
cradle and all the world’s a mess it’s in my kiss go
to hell, see if you like it then come home with me
tomorrow night may be too late both moons are full
dirty night dying like a lovely wife goodbye my
darling how high the moon well i wish i was

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