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To.moonn6pence From.shootingstar
Men reading fashion magazines Oh what a world It seems we live in Straight man Oh what a world We live in Why am I always on a plane or a fast train Oh what a world my parents gave me Always Travelin' but not in love Still I think I'm doin' fine Wouldn't it be a lovely headline Life is Beautiful on a New York Times Men reading fashion magazines Oh what a world It seems we live in Straight man Oh what a world We live in Why am I always on a plane or a fast train Oh what a world my parents gave me Always Travelin' but not in love Still I think I'm doin' fine Wouldn't it be a lovely headline Life is Beautiful on a New York Times Oh what a world We live in Why am I always on a plane or a fast train Oh what a world my parents gave me Always Travelin' but not in love Still I think I'm doin' fine Wouldn't it be a lovely headline Life is Beautiful |
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I don't know what it is
but you got to do it I don't know where to go But you got to be there I don't know where to fall But I know that its comfortable where I don't know where it is Putting all of my time In learning to care And a bucket of rhymes I threw up somewhere Want a locket of who Made me lose my perfunctory view Of all that is around And of all that I do So I knock on the door Take a step that is new Never been here before Is there anyone else here too In love with beauty Playing all of the games Who thinks three's company Is there anyone else who wears slightly mysterious brusies I don't know what it is Take a lookin around At friendly faces All declaring a war on far off places Is there anyone else who is through with complaining about what's Done unto us So I knock on the door And I am on the train Going god knows where to To get me over To get me over Give me heaven or hell Calais or Dover I was hoping the train Was my big number Stopping in Santa Fe and the Atchinson Topeka Though I'm chugging along, put away by the crossing hand We'll be heading for Portland, or Limburgh or Lower Manhattan Find myself running around I don't know what it is so get me over I don't know what it is so get me over I don't know what it is so get me over To get me over You gotta do it You gotta be there |
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Thought that maybe we'd fall in love over the phone
Thought that maybe I'd really love being alone Everybody but Heaven knows how I was wrong Oh Lord, what have I done to myself? What have I done to myself? In this vicious world Such a vicious world There isn't anything you can do In this vicious world Soaking on the ice, makin' eyes all by myself Didn't realize you were so top of the shelf Just you want and see when you turn, turn 23 Oh Lord, what have I done to myself? What have I done to myself? In this vicious world Such a vicious world There isn't anything you can do In this vicious world Such a vicious world There isn't anything you can do In this vicious world There isn't anything you can do In this vicious world |
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To.moonn6pence From.shootingstar
Stop me falling down, stop me making movies of myself Put that old dog down, stop me making movies of myself Bring the carriage 'round, get me to the garden of sleep Make that high gate speak, Perrier out of a paper bag Looking like a hag And start giving me something A love that is longer than a day Start making my heart sing something that it doesn't want to say I'm handing it over, I'm saying that you're the only one Don't run for the border, turn that corner Already you've run in movies of myself Darling don't you ever let go Wrap your loving arms around me While the cold winds blow Tell me what I really want to know Cause I'm looking for a reason, a person, a painting A Saturday Evening Post Edition by Jesus An old piece of bacon never eaten by Elvis So I'll say start giving me something A love that is longer then a day Start making my heart say something it doesn't want to say I'm handing it over, I'm singing that you're the only one Don't run for the border, turn that corner In movies on myself Oh I've seen it all before in movies of myself |
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To.moonn6pence From.shootingstar
Pretty things, so what if I like pretty things Pretty lies, so what if I like pretty lies From where you are, to where I am now I need these pretty things, around the planets of our phase Everything's a sign of my astrology From where you are, to where I am now Is its own galaxy Be a star and fall down somewhere next to me And make it past your color TV This time will pass and with it will me And all these pretty things Don't say you don't notice them |
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To.moonn6pence From.shootingstar
Thank you for this bitter knowledge Guardian angels who left me stranded It was worth it, feeling abandoned Makes one hardened but what has happened to love You got me writing lyrics on postcards Then in the evening looking at the stars But the brightest of the planets is Mars Then what has happened to love So I will opt for the big white limo Vanity fairgrounds and rebel angels You can't be trusted with feathers so hollow Your heaven's inventions, steel eyed vampires of love You see over me, I'll never know What you have shown to other eyes Go or go ahead and surprise me Say you've lead the way to a mirage Go or go ahead and just try me Nowhere's now here smelling of junipers Fell of the hay bales, I'm over the rainbows But of Medusa kiss me and crucify This unholy notion of the mythic power of love Look in her eyes, look in her eyes Forget about the ones that are crying Look in her eyes, look in her eyes Forget about the ones that are crying Go or go ahead |
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To.moonn6pence From.shootingstar
My phone's on vibrate for you Electroclash is karioke too I try to dance Britney Spears I guess I'm getting on in years My phone's on vibrate for you God knows what all these new drugs do I guess to have no more fears But still I always end up in tears My phone's on vibrate for you But still I never ever feel from you Pinocchio's now a boy Who wants to turn back into a toy So call me Call me in the morning Call me in the night So call me Call me anytime you like My phone's on vibrate for you For you |
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To.moonn6pence From.shootingstar
You've got my lost brother's soul My dear mother's eyes A brown horse's mane And my uncle's name You walked me down 14th Street For the doctor to meet after thoughts of the grave In the home of the brave and of the weak But why'd you have to break all my heart Couldn't you have saved a little bit of it? Why'd you have to break all my heart? Couldn't you have saved a minor part? I could have clipped and saved and planted in the garden Damn you guess I'll have to get a new one I'd love to sit and watch you drink With the reins to the world, gripping a smoke Vaguely missing link Don't ever change you hungry little bashful hound I got the sheep, poor little Bo Peep Has lost and filed for grounds. But why'd you have to break all my heart I could have ripped apart and thrown into the river Wonder if there's hearts that will deliver Don't ever change, don't ever worry Because I'm coming back home tomorrow To 14th Street where I won't hurry And where I'll learn how to save, not just borrow And they'll be rainbows and we will finally know |
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To.moonn6pence From.shootingstar
You walk alone in the valley of life In the shadow of love under the trees of happiness You walk alone like a baby unborn Like a father unknown Like a pocket penniless I'm happy that you really care But do you really know How scary This is for you and is for me? Oh do you you really know? Do you really know? oh.. Natasha All I can do Is write a song for you Natasha Oh Natasha For you I sit alone on the cozy ground floor On a bench by the garden Waiting also Waiting for love and thinking of all of the Catty remarks I also swallow And as I've often asked before Does anybody know How scary This is for you and is for me? Does anybody know? Anybody know? oh... Natasha All I can do Is write a song for you Natasha Oh Natasha All I can do Is write a song for you Natasha |
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To.moonn6pence From.shootingstar
If a person should ever like a person Then a person should like you Being that I'm only just a person What would you do? If a person should ever like a person Then a person should like me Being that you're only just a person It must be Still I find it hard to get an answer From the harvester of hearts Always find it hard to get an answer From the harvester of hearts If a person should ever like a person How funny that would be If a person should ever like me Not that I have that much to offer God knows I have so much to gain From the harvester of hearts From the harvester of pain If a person should ever like a person Then a person should be free Free to like whomever that they want to Even though it ain't me Not that I have much to offer God knows I have so much to gain From the harvester of hearts From the harvester of pain |
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When I am older than these small goddamned hills
And there's no reason for my mind to be still Oh how I'll feel like a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again When I have finally found my room filled with toys Be banging on my crib excited by noise Oh how I'll feel like a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again And when there's nothing to gain Or bring me pain or pin the blame On you or myself And when they finally fall These wailing walls and burdened crosses God's twilights and all How I'll feel like a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again |
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To.moonn6pence From.shootingstar
I don't want to make it rain I just want to make it simple I don't want to see the light I just want to see the flashlight I don't want to know the answers To any of your questions I don't want, no I really don't want To be John Lennon or Leonard Cohen I just want to be my Dad With a slight sprinkling of my mother And work at the family store And take orders from the counter I don't want to know the answers To any of your questions I don't want, no I really don't want To be John Lithgow or Jane Curtain But I'll settle for love Yeah, I'll settle for love Before I reached the gate I realized I had packed my passport Before security realized I had one more bag left I just want to know If something's coming for to get me Tell me, will you make me sad or happy And will you settle for love Will you settle for love |
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Woke up this morning at 11:11
Wasn't in Portland And I wasn't in heaven Could have been either By the way I was feeling But I was alive, I was alive Woke up this morning at 11:11 John was half-naked And Lulu was crying Over a baby that will never go crazy But I was alive And kicking through this cruel world Holding a notion of you at 11:11 Tell me what else can I do What else can I do? Woke up this morning And something was burning Realized that everything really does Happen in Manhattan Thoughts were of characters And afternoons lying And you, you were alive Oh the hours we are separate 11:11 is just precious time we've wasted So patch up your bleeding hearts And put away your posies I'm gonna have a drink Before we ring around the rosies with you Oh the hours we are separate Oh the hours we are separate 11:11 |
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To.moonn6pence From.shootingstar
No matter how strong I'm gonna take you down With one little stone I'm gonna break you down And see what you're worth What you're really worth to me Dinner at eight was okay Before the toast full of gleams It was great until those old magazines Got us started up again Actually it was probably me again Why is it so That I've always been the one who must go That I've always been the one told to flee When it fact you were the one long ago Actually in the drifting white snow You left me So put up your fists and I'll put up mine No running away from the scene of the crime God's chosen a place Somewhere near the end of the world Somewhere near the end of our lives But 'til then no, Daddy, don't be surprised If I wanna see the tears in your eyes Then I know it had to be long ago Actually in the drifting white snow You loved me No matter how strong I'm gonna take you down With one little stone I'm gonna break you down And see what you're worth What you're really worth to me |
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Springtime, shoe shine, sometime of mine
Brokered, then remembered Sunshine, ordered and transacted Brokered, then remembered Skipping along the path of today Velvet curtain rag couldn't ever wipe this pain away |
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Agnus dei
Agnus dei Qui tollis peccata mundi Agnus dei Agnus dei Qui tollis peccata mundi Dona nobis pacem Dona nobis pacem Pacem Dona nobis pacem Translation: Lamb of God You who take away the sins of the world Lamb of God You who take away the sins of the world Give us peace Give us peace Peace Give us peace. |
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The mind has so many pictures
Why can't I sleep with my eyes open The mind has so many memories Can you remember what it looks like when I cry I'm Trying, trying to tell you All that I can in a sweet and velvet tongue But no words ever could sell you Sell you on me after all that I have done I'm only the one you love Am I only the one you love? The Lady Gloom and her hornets circling round Is now before us, the screaming's done without moving One little move and for sure you will be stung I'm singing ""Oh, Jerusalem oh, Jerusalem See what he's picked up in the park"" Let's f**k this awful art party Want you to make love to me and only to me in the dark I'm only the one you love Am I only the one you love? We've traded in our snap shots We're going through the motions Into the view, I'm leaving you Down Conduit Avenue into the early morning Into the early morning The one I love Are you only the one I love? |
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Little sister come and sit beside me, beside me
And we'll play a tune on this old piano, forte Just for a while, just for a while, just for a while 'Til your hair becomes a powdered wig And I become a total bastard Feet that hardly reach the pedal Sewn to a tremendous shadow Ave, ave, history is on my side So complain have no shame And remember that your brother is a boy Though it seems the stakes contain some integrity We all feel it still is based on good old intrigue Just for a while, just for a while, just for a while You may have to use your hips as fodder Still putting your best foot forward Madame didn't stack the cupboard ended up like Mother Hubbard Ave, but hey, history is still a game So complain have no shame and remember that round one has just been played And you are poised for centuries to claim Follow examples from no longer a choice The world be just a ball to pass or gaze upon And one more thing Before we go on again Let's end this maze Keep out the threat of a kid Oh my little, little sister |
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There I was in uniform
Looking at the art teacher I was just a girl then; Never have I loved since then He was not that much older than I was He had taken our class to the Metropolitan Museum He asked us what our favorite work of art was, But never could I tell him it was him Oh, I wish I could tell him -- Oh, I wish I could have told him I looked at the Rubens and Rembrandts I liked the John Singer Sargents He told me he liked Turner And never have I turned since then No, never have I turned to any other man All this having been said, I married an executive company head All this having been done, a Turner - I own one Here I am in this uniformish, pant-suit sort of thing, Thinking of the art teacher I was just a girl then; Never have I loved since then No, never have I loved any other man |
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I don't know what I'm doing
I don't know what I'm saying I don't know why I'm watching all these white people dancing I don't know where I'm going But i do know that I'm walking Where? I dont know Just away from this love affair I can't say that I'm cruisin' Not that I dont like cruisin' Just that I'm bruisin from you I can't say that I'm waltzin' Not that I don't like waltzing Would rather be waltzin' with you So I guess that I'm going I guess that I am walking Where? I don't know Just away from this love affair |
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Gay Messiah
He will then be reborn from 1970's porn Wearing tube socks with style and such an innocent smile Better pray for your sins, better pray for your sins 'Cause the gay messiah's coming He will fall from the stars, studio 54 And appear on the sand of fire island shore Better pray for your sins, better pray for your sins 'Cause the gay messiahs coming No, it will not be me Rufus the baptist, I be No, I won't be the one baptised in cum What will happen instead, someone will demand my head And then I will kneel down And give it to them looking down Better pray for your sins, better pray for your sins 'Cause the gay messiah's coming |
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Never thought of Hades
Under the Mississippi But still I've come to sing for him So southern furies Prepare to walk for my harp I have strung, and I will leave with him Relax the cogs of rhyme Over the Memphis sky Turn back the wheels of time Under the Memphis skyline always hated him for the way he looked In the gaslight of the morning Then came hallelujah sounding like Ophelia for me in my room living So kiss me, my darling stay with me till morning Turn back and you will stay Under the Memphis Skyline |
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Waiting for the present, for the present to pass
Waiting for a dream to last You are not my lover, and you never will be 'Cause you've never done anything to hurt me There's a fire in the priory And it's ruining this cocktail party Yesterday I heard they cloned a baby Now can I finally sleep with me? Diving through the rising, through the rising waves of night Keeping a reflection of you in hindsight But in turning back the brackish waters will not reflect you After you have turned the color black of death or something like that There's a fire in the priory And it's ruining this cocktail party Yesterday I heard the plague is coming Once again, to find me There's a fire in the priory And an ogre in the oval office Once again we all will be so broken Now can I finally sleep again? |
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Maybe in you I'll believe
Maybe I'll believe in you The future of my understanding of love Many a time I've before Before I've many a time Knocked a stranger's door Discretion hardly I'm known for Probably has nothing to, nothing at all in the world to do with you Just your lower lip on the floor But baby I gotta get through Crumb by crumb in this big black forest Maybe in you I'll believe Maybe I'll believe in you Suddenly I'm not myself Behind the facade is a lonely fountain, here Suddenly you are the one Who opens the gates to this unruly garden Come and let this man adore you 'Cause baby I got to get through Crumb by crumb in this big black forest Maybe in you I'll believe Maybe I'll believe in you Suddenly you're not yourself Behind the facade is a lonely angel, still Suddenly I am the one who opens the gates to this now gloomy garden Come and let this man go crumb by crumb in this big black forest You I'll believe, crumb by crumb in this big black forest You I'll believe, crumb by crumb in this big black forest... |
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An old whore's diet
Gets me going in the morning Ain't nothing like it Gets me going in the morning To say I love you Gets me going where I want to Oh, gets me going Oh, gets me going in the morning To say I love you Gets me going where I want to Oh, gets me going Oh, gets me going in the morning Hell, either here or Hell will do Either here or Hell will employ you Suicidal assistance An old whore's diet |
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Get me new faces, new faces, I'm tired of the old ones
Played aces, lost cases, my place is fine, let the bulls run There's one--little Lord Bosie cut from the daisy chain Plain to see little Lord Bosie and to suppose he's headed for Hades I know the way--birds and the bees No need to say, please Because I'm in with the ladies First must get Mustang Just dust won't go bang!--with a Grand Am Dang! I've a Mustang Aw shucks! Now you're in with the old gang Sunset Boulevard, Bosie, and Santa Monica Let's get some silver screen, baby Sunset always seems sweeter After you've traveled far Bosie, relax you're a winner, and I am a star Who knows the way Birds and the bees, No need to say please Because I'm in with the ladies Please--now in with the ladies: Now that you're in with the ladies nothin' that you can't do My, how you're in with the ladies drinking from that one's shoe Man, how your dan choco baby's bewitching the whole swarming crew And how the macho brigade is now wishin' and wantin' some, too. Get me new faces, new faces, I'm tired of the old ones. There's one--little Lord Bosie cut from the daisy chain Plain to see little Lord Bosie Is ringing up rosies and pocketing posies. ??? he's not spoon-fed on wheaties No longer Euphrates'--Tigris's baby And oh how the rainbows Are heading for Hades Because I'm in with the ladies |
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