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I am an American aquarium drinker
I assassin down the avenue I'm hiding out in the big city blinking What was I thinking when I let go of you? Let's forget about the tongue-tied lightning Let's undress just like cross-eyed strangers This is not a joke, so please stop smiling What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt? I want to glide through those brown eyes dreaming Take it from the inside, baby hold on tight You were so right when you said that I've been drinking What was I thinking when we said good night? I want to hold you in the Bible-black predawn You're quite a quiet domino, bury me now Take off your Band-Aid because I don't believe in touchdowns What was I thinking when I said hello? I'd always thought that if I held you tightly You'd always love me like you did back then Then I fell asleep and the city kept blinking What was I thinking when I let you back in? I am trying to break your heart I am trying to break your heart But still I'd be lying if I said it wasn't easy I am trying to break your heart Disposable Dixie-cup drinking I assassin down the avenue I'm hiding out in the big city blinking What was I thinking when I let go of you? loves you I'm the man who loves you |
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| 2. |
| 3:30 |
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I need a camera
To my eye To my eye Reminding Which lies that I've Been hiding Which echoes belong I've counted out The days to see how far I've driven in the dark With echoes in my heart Phone my family Tell them I'm lost On the sidewalk And, no, it's not OK I smashed a camera I wanna know why To my eye Deciding Which lies that I've been hiding Which echoes belong I'm counting on A heart I know by heart To walk me through this war Where memories distort Phone my family Tell them I'm lost On the sidewalk And, no, it's not OK I've counted out And no one knows how far I've driven in the dark With echoes in my heart Phone my family Tell them I'm lost Yeah, I'm lost and, no, it's not OK |
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| 3. |
| 5:09 |
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Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me My mind is filled with silvery stuff Honey kisses, clouds of fluff Shoulders shrugging off Cheer up honey, I hope you can There is something wrong with me My mind is filled with radio cures Electronic surgical words Picking apples for kings and queens of things I've never seen Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable Cheer up honey, I hope you can There is something wrong with me My mind is filled with silvery stars Honey kisses, clouds of love Picking apples for the kings and queens of things I've never seen Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable Cheer up honey, I hope you can... |
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| 4. |
| 3:48 |
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It's a war on war
It's a war on war It's a war on war It's a war on war It's a war on war It's a war on war It's a war on war There's a war on You're gonna lose You have to lose You have to learn how to die Just watching the miles flying by Just watching the miles flying by You are not my typewriter But you could be my demon moving forward through the flaming doors You have to lose You have to learn how to die if you want to want to be alive, okay? You have to lose You have to lose You have to learn how to die if you want to want to be alive You have to die You have to die You have to learn how to die if you want to want to be alive, okay? |
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| 5. |
| 3:51 |
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Jesus, don't cry
You can rely on me, honey You can combine anything you want I'll be around You were right about the stars Each one is a setting sun Tall buildings shake Voices escape singing sad sad songs tuned to chords Strung down your cheeks Bitter melodies turning your orbit around Don't cry You can rely on me honey You can come by any time you want I'll be around You were right about the stars Each one is a setting sun Tall buildings shake Voices escape singing sad sad songs tuned to chords Strung down your cheeks Bitter melodies turning your orbit around Voices whine Skyscrapers are scraping together Your voice is smoking Last cigarettes are all you can get Turning your orbit around Our love Out of Our love is all we have Our love Our love is all of God's money Every one is a burning sun Tall buildings shake Voices escape singing sad sad songs tuned to chords Strung down your cheeks Bitter melodies turning your orbit around Voices whine Skyscrapers are scraping together Your voice is smoking Last cigarettes are all you can get Turning your orbit around Last cigarettes are all you can get Turning your orbit around Last cigarettes are all you can get Turning your orbit around |
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| 4:44 |
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The cash machine is blue and green
For a hundred in twenties and a small service fee I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck How hot and sorrowful, this machine begs for luck All my lies are always wishes I know I would die if I could come back new I want a good life with a nose for things the fresh wind and bright sky to enjoy my suffering A hole without a key if I break my tongue Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come? All my lies are always wishes I know I would die if I could come back new I'm down on my hands and knees every time a doorbell rings I shake like a toothache when I hear myself sing All my lies are only wishes I know I would die if I could come back new I would like to salute the ashes of American flags And all the fallen leaves filling up shopping bags |
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| 3:09 |
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I sincerely miss those heavy metal bands
I used to go see on the landing in the summer She fell in love with the drummer She fell in love with the drummer She fell in love Shiny, shiny pants and bleach-blond hair A double kick drum by the river in the summer She fell in love with the drummer Another and another She fell in love I miss the innocence I've known Playing KISS covers, beautiful and stoned Unlock my body and move myself to dance Moving warm liquid, flowing blowing glass Classical music blasting masks the ringing in my ears I sincerely miss those heavy metal bands I used to go see on the landing in the summer She fell in love with the drummer She fell in love with another She fell in love I miss the innocence I've known Playing KISS covers, beautiful and stoned I miss the innocence I've known Playing KISS covers, beautiful and stoned Playing KISS covers, beautiful and stoned Playing KISS covers, beautiful and stoned |
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| 3:56 |
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All I can see is black and white
And white and pink and blades of blue That lay between the words I think On a page I was meaning to send her With you I couldn't tell if it bring my heart The way I wanted when I started Writing this letter to you And if I could you know I would Just hold your hand and you'd understand I'm the man who loves you All I can be is a busy sea of spinning wheels And hands the feel for stones to throw And feet the run but come back home It make no difference, ever known Make no difference, ever known to me If I could you know I would Just hold your hand and you'd understand I'm the man who loves you All I can see is black and white And white and pink and blades of blue That lay between the words I think On a page I was meaning to send her With you I couldn't tell if it bring my heart The way I wanted when I started Writing this letter to you If I could you know I would Just hold your hand and you'd understand If I could you know I would Just hold your hand and you'd understand If I could you know I would Just hold your hand and you'd understand I'm the man who loves you I'm the man who loves you |
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| 4:01 |
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Crazy rides rockets
Who has a magic wand Empty out your pockets Words without a song I myself have found A real rival within myself I am hoping for A re-arrival of my health Sleeping eye sockets Baby, suck your thumb I'll keep you in my locket A string I never strum I'ts become so obvious You are so oblivious to yourself Tied in a knot But I'm not gonna get caught Calling a pot kettle black Every song is a comeback Every moment's a little bit later Lazy locamotives Wherever you may roll I think you have no motive I know you have no home It's become so obvious You are so oblivious to yourself Tied in a knot But I'm not gonna get caught Calling a pot kettle black Every song is a comeback Every moment's a little bit later Every moment's a little bit later Every moment's a little bit later Every moment's a little bit later Tied in a knot But I'm not gonna get caught Calling a pot kettle black... |
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| 10. |
| 5:16 |
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It's my father's voice dreaming of
Sailors sailing off in the morning for the air-conditioned rooms at the top of the stairs His jaw's been broken his bandage is wrapped too tight his fangs have been pulled and i really want to see you tonight There's Bourbon on the breath of the singer you love so much He takes all his words from the books that you don't read anyway His jaw's been broken his bandage is wrapped too tight My fangs have been pulled and I really want to see you tonight Someone ties a bow in my backyard to show me love My voice is climbing walls smoking and i want love My jaw's been broken My heart is wrapped in ice My fangs have been pulled and i really want to see you tonight And it makes no difference to me how they cried all over overseas It's hot in the poor places tonight I'm not going outside They cried all over overseas It makes no difference to me It's hot in the poor places tonight I'm not going outside |
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| 11. |
| 7:23 |
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How can I convince you it's me I don't like
And not be so indifferent to the look in your eyes When I've always been distant and I've always told lies for love I'm bound by these choices so hard to make I'm bound by the feeling so easy to fake None of this is real enough to take me from you Oh I've got reservations about so many things but not about you I know this isn't what you were wanting me to say How can I get closer and be further away From the truth that proves it's beautiful to lie I've got reservations about so many things but not about you I've reservations about so many things but not about you not about you not about you not about you not about you |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2002-12-23
Subject : Wilco - Yankee Hotel Foxtrot (Nonesuch,2002)
