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How dare the Premier ignore my invitations?
He'll have to go So, to the bunch he luncheons with It's second on my list of things to do At the top I'm stopping by Your place of work and acting like I haven't dreamed of you and I And marriage in an orange grove You are the only thing In any room you're ever in I'm stubborn, selfish and too old I sat you down and told you how The truest love that's ever found is for oneself You pulled apart my theory With a weary and disinterested sigh So yes, I guess I'm asking you To back a horse that's good for glue and nothing else But find a man that's truer than Find a man that needs you more than I Sit with me a while And let me listen to you talk about Your dreams and your obsessions I'll be quiet and confessional The violets explode inside me When I meet your eyes Then I'm spinning and I'm diving Like a cloud of starlings Darling, is this love? |
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| 2. |
| 4:49 |
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So I'm there
Charging around with a juggernaut brow Overdraft, speeches and deadlines to make Cramming commitments like cats in a sack Telephone burn and a purposeful gait When out of a doorway the tentacles stretch Of a song that I know And the world moves in slow-mo Straight to my head like the first cigarette of the day And it's you, and it's May And we're sleeping through the day And I'm five years ago And three thousand miles away Do I have time? A man of my calibre Stood in the street like a sleepwalking teenager No. And I dealt with this years ago I took a hammer to every memento But image on image like beads on a rosary pulled through my head as the music takes hold and the sickener hits; I can work till I break but I love the bones of you That, I will never escape And it's you, and it's May And we're sleeping through the day And I'm five years ago And three thousand miles away And I can't move my arm Through the fear that you will wake And I'm five years ago And three thousand miles away |
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| 5:50 |
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I plant the kind of kiss
that wouldn't wake a baby on the self-same face that wouldn't let me sleep; and the street is singing with my feet, and the dawn gives me a shadow I know to be taller. All down to you, dear. Everything has changed. My sorriness has made it to graffiti. I was looking for someone to complete me. Not anymore, dear; everything has changed. When we make the moon our mirror ball the street's an empty stage; the city sirens - violins. Everything has changed. So lift off love. (down to you, dear) Lift off love. (down to you, dear) We took the town to town last night. We kissed like we invented it! And now I know what every step is for: to lead me to your door. Know that while you sleep, everything has changed. We made the moon our mirror ball. The street's an empty stage; the city sirens - violins. Everything has changed. Everything has changed. Everything has changed. Down to you, dear/So lift off love Down to you, dear/ lift off love Down to you, dear/ lift off love Down to you, dear/ lift off love Down to you, dear/ lift off love Down to you, dear/ lift off love Down to you, dear/ lift off love Down to you, dear... |
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| 3:39 |
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Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid
I've been working on a cocktail called grounds for divorce Polishing a compass that I hold in my sleeve Down comes him on sticks but then he kicks like a horse There's a tiny cigarette case And the rest you can keep And the rest you can keep And the rest you can keep There's a hole in my neighborhood Down which of late I cannot help but fall There's a hole in my neighborhood Down which of late I cannot help but fall Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid There's this whispering of jokers doing flesh by the pound To a chorus of supposes from the little town whores There'll be twisted karaoke at the Aniseed Lounge And I'll bring you further roses But it does you no good And it does me no good And it does you no good There's a hole in my neighborhood Down which of late I cannot help but fall There's a hole in my neighborhood Down which of late I cannot help but fall There's a hole in my neighborhood Down which of late I cannot help but fall Someday we'll be drinking with the seldom seen kid |
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| 4:28 |
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Sweet Jesus I'm on fire She has the sweetest, darkest eyes And when it comes into her eyes I know iron and steel couldn't hold me But god I'm easy bruised But so often a moth to her flame And the things that she's asked me to do Would see a senior saint forgetting his name I have an audience with the pope And I'm saving the world at 8 But if she says she needs me, she says she needs me Everybody's gonna have to wait Where could she be? Was that a minute or an hour? Where could she be? She turns the hours into days. Kill me phone, cover the cage And wait for the doorbell to ring Where could she be? No she won't come running Where could she be? The world is turning at her pace. Kill me phone, cover the cage And wait for the doorbell to ring I have an audience with the pope And I'm saving the world at 8 But if she says she needs me, she says she needs me Everybody's gonna have to wait |
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| 4:29 |
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Are we having the time of our life?
Are we having the time of our lives? Are we coming across clear? Are we coming across fine? Are we part of the plan here? Are we having the time of our lives? Are we coming across clear? Are we coming across fine? Are we having the time of our lives? Are we part of the plan here? We have the driver and time on our hands One little room and the biggest of plans. The days were shaping up, Frosty and bright. Perfect weather to fly. Perfect weather to fly. Pounding the streets where my fathers feet still Ring from the walls, we'd sing in the doorways, or bicker and row Just figuring how we were wired inside Perfect weather to fly. So in looking to stray from the line we decided instead we should pull out the thread that was stitching us into this tapestry vile, And why wouldn't you try? Perfect weather to fly. We have the driver and time on our hands One little room and the biggest of plans. The days were shaping up, Frosty and bright. Perfect weather to fly. Perfect weather to fly. Pounding the streets where my fathers feet still Ring from the walls, we'd sing in the doorways, or bicker and row Just figuring how we were wired inside Perfect weather to fly. So in looking to stray from the line we decided instead we should pull out the thread that was stitching us into this tapestry vile, And why wouldn't you try? Perfect weather to fly |
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| 5:14 | 
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| 8. |
| 4:28 |
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to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
The fix is in There's a nag gonna dance home at Epsom The fix is in Can't wait to see how it upsets 'em Too many times we've been postally pipped We've loaded the saddles, the mickeys are slipped We're swapping the turf for the sand and the surf and the sin Cause the fix, the fix is in The fix is in The odds that I got were delicious The fix is in The jockey is cocky and vicious The redoubtable beast has had pegasus pills We'll buy him the patch in the Tuscany hills And the Vino di Vici will flow like a river in spring Now the fix, the fix is in The fix is in The snaps of the steward so candid The fix is in Yes, our pigeons have finally landed The Donahue sisters will meet us in France In penguins and pearls, we'll drink and we'll dance 'Til the end of our days, cause it ain't left to chance That we win Cause the fix, the fix is in |
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| 5:23 |
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A friend of mine grows his very own brambles
They twist all around him 'til he can't move Beautiful, quivering, chivalrous shambles What is my friend trying to prove? The bruise turns a tall, gentle boy to a terrible totem And the kids gather round trying to see what's inside I think when he's drinking he's drowning some riot What is my friend trying to hide? Cause it's breaking my heart, it's breaking my heart And it's breaking my heart to pull out the rain Brother of mine, don't run with those fuckers When will my friend start singing again? When will my friend start singing again? |
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| 10. |
| 6:34 |
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Drinking in the morning sun
Blinking in the morning sun Shaking off the heavy one Heavy like a loaded gun What made me behave that way? Using words I never say I can only think it must be love Oh, anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day Someone tell me how I feel It's silly wrong but vivid right Oh, kiss me like the final meal Yeah, kiss me like we die tonight Cause holy cow, I love your eyes And only now I see the light Yeah, lying with me half-awake Oh, anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day When my face is chamois-creased If you think I'll wink, I did Laugh politely at repeats Yeah, kiss me when my lips are thin Cause holy cow, I love your eyes And only now I see you like Yeah, lying with me half-awake Stumbling over what to say Well, anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day So throw those curtains wide! One day like this a year'd see me right! |
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| 4:38 |
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