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Diamond Light, Diamond Light
Diamond Light, Diamond Light Believe me when I tell ya I'm nostalgic for that good ol' atomic bomb God knows I miss cross-dressin' Annie Out there boogieing with Tyrannosaurus Bob Now it's a cyberdelic world of jet boys and tiger girls They sold us down the river But the diamond light still shimmers from our hearts Diamond Light - turn on, turn on your light Diamond Light Boogie is sparklin' bright Shine on, shine your light Sunglass Sam kept you up all night (Oh yeah) That's right Bubblegum girls wear their pants too tight Oh yeah! (Let's go!) Let the 21st century roll! Diamond Light, Diamond Light Boogie They've hit the streets of fire Shoved right out of doorways, trippin' out in drag Here comes the Countess Connie Casserole She's butterflyin' in expensive rags And then they sniff themselves awake While they do the titty shake This century is ending It's your last chance to dance to rock 'n' roll Diamond Light - turn on, turn on your light Diamond Light Boogie is sparklin' bright Shine on, shine your light Sunglass Sam kept you up all night (Oh yeah) That's right Bubblegum girls wear their pants too tight Oh yeah! (Let's go!) Let the 21st century roll! Diamond Light, Diamond Light Boogie So come on! Shine on...shine on... Diamond Light, Diamond Light...Boogie |
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What's the matter Jesus? Did you forget my name?
I'm the one with the tumor like a flower in my brain And I have learned to rue the day that I Slid from my utopia of amniotic slime God is a spider God is a spider God is a spider Tryin' to block my path And it's a matter of fate, and it's a matter of love into hate Mistakes - I wanna make my final escape My final escape Mayday Mayday Mayday Mayday I was born a Taurus, and not a toreador I can't join your chorus, I'm getting way too bored And I don't wanna die, I'm gonna plug my ears Why am I disgusted by the things I overhear? God is a spider God is a spider God is a spider Tryin' to block my path Crows in the cornfield, reaper swings the scythe I know a venomous bird about to fly Smear the paint 'til the colors run It's nearly time, I'm nearly done Flaming orange open sky And it's a matter of fate, and it's a matter of love into hate Mistakes - I wanna make my final escape My final escape Mayday Mayday Mayday Mayday |
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Where am I going? Makes no difference to me
Where am I going? It don't matter to me Yellow leaves fall all around me In wonderful decay Shed no tears for dry dead flowers Let them fall where they may Where am I going? Makes no difference to me Where am I going? It don't matter to me Like a circus ride, spinnin' around I'm a careless boy But now I feel all right To let go and just hang around She takes Cindy Sherman pictures And she cuts herself She says, "I hear banjos when you're naked" Then she laughs like hell But I will let nothing disturb this peace And forever I'll drift Like a comet through the black In the constellation of moles That are spiraled on her back Where am I going? Where am I going? Makes no difference to me Where am I going? It don't matter to me Where am I going? Makes no difference to me I will let nothing disturb this peace. |
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The Soul Cadillac is drivin' up
The Soul Cadillac is in me Well a soul transformed from a dirty truck By a girl who loves me I was alone I wore the fragrance of men who worked in the heat I work all day Pouring the asphalt and shaping the concrete And I sing now The Soul Cadillac is drivin' up The Soul Cadillac is in me Well a soul transformed from a dirty truck By a girl who loves me She's a warm-hearted girl And such a treasure to hold To a working man's body She's like music with plenty of soul She's my Soul Cadillac I met her down at the East Town Pub In a slow dance we embraced She fixed up my home down by the water And made it a comfortable place Oh I tell ya She's a warm-hearted girl And such a treasure to hold To a working man's body She's like music She's my soul The Soul Cadillac is drivin' up The Soul Cadillac is in me Well a soul transformed from a dirty truck By a girl who loves me She's the girl who loves me |
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Caught in a revolving door, and my lungs are suffocating
Working hard is my reward and my life is so frustrating I'm a martyr to myself and a hero to my family I can feel a breaking point, a longing to be free. But instead I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest I'm a drunk and a sentimental man, so - Dust us off a bottle of your best Irish whiskey and drink with me To departed friends, to departed friends... In the middle of the night I wake up, my heart is pounding I expected more from life than a house and TV watching 'Cause I wimped out on myself, and on my friends and family 'Cause they don't appreciate I sacrificed my dreams. But instead I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest I'm a drunk and a sentimental man, so - Dust us off a bottle of your best Irish whiskey and drink with me. To departed friends, to departed friends... To departed friends, to departed friends To departed friends... Departed! (solo) Hey there guys, I'm not the enemy It's just shared frustration that makes us fight It's a long way to drive to not make any money Merry Christmas - at least we gotta try But instead I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest I'm a drunk and a sentimental man, so - Dust us off a bottle of your best Irish whiskey and drink with me... But instead I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest I'm a drunk and a sentimental man, so - Dust us off a bottle of your best Irish whiskey and drink with me, Irish whiskey and drink with me, Irish whiskey and drink with me. To departed friends. |
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So long toots
Bound for Chicago it's been swell You got your hooks Into me momma You know damn well You know i gotta leave Before you're up a tree And our good thing comes crashin to the ground So long toots Bound for Chicago it's been grand The distance might as well be Morocco or Pakistan Tonight is New Year's Eve But theres nothin up my sleeve But a place to play where the people all swing around They made a member of me So long toots Bound for Chicago now... So long toots bound for Chicago it's alright I can't stay as long as i oughta It's almost light And that's the final star And it's been the best so far But he's sleeping all alone in that big sky So long toots (BOUND FOR CHICAGO) So long toots (BOUND FOR CHICAGO) So long toots bound for Chicago now..... |
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Come out and play
You're my mistake You'll be much better than yesterday Cursing quietly in the dark Breathing sweet with a pounding heart No forevers but good enough for medicine Our magnetism I can't resist I hate myself when I get like this The monster's in me and burns to kiss right now 'Cuz every single day Baby, you're my mistake You'll be much better than yesterday A glazed pig on a platter lies Birds flew out when I slashed its side You applauded and flashed your eyes at your lover man You're fresh and dangerous like Brazil Brown and common and made to kill All surrounded and glad to go through hell 'Cuz every single day, baby You're my mistake You'll be much better than yesterday Say what you were talkin' about You're my mistake You'll be much better than yesterday Than yesterday Than yesterday... Come out and play |
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Our house, in the dull gray suburbs
Where the buildings are comin' down We live in the Polish Catholic Irish part of the town I'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a scene I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night Help you find your way out, then we'll get you clean I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night Find you at the end of the night He likes Old Style, the cerveza fria At the tavern down by the park He'll be OK, but unless you're local Don't go walkin' there after dark I'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a scene I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night Help you find your way out, then we'll get you clean I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night You're my blood and my father I'm just here to give you some help Find you at the end of the night We made our way back through the park Just me and you and the dog I felt the warm, brown Seurat night Pour over us 'til it was Rembrandt dark I'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a scene I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night Help you find your way out, then we'll get you clean I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night Find you at the end of the night Find you at the end of the night Find you at the end of the night |
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I was taught to always be nice so I open doors on impulse
Always make room on the sidewalk though I notice no one else does They just plow through knocking you down With a smug look on their faces So I stay home writing my songs in my fantasy oasis Would it be out of line To spend the rest of my life in my head? While I'm running my thumb all along on a razor's edge? Getting warm in the tub while I'm watching the clouds Of the blood I spread But I never said What I wanted to say What I wanted to say What I wanted to say What I wanted to say Was DROP DEAD. I'm a loner, like or not. A Marat. Inside I'm lonely Purified my masochism in a bleeding ceremony Light a candle, open my hand, and I'll end retaliations From the dog pack cowardice here in the gauchest of the nations Would it be too benign To spend the rest of my time in my head? Am I hurting myself to remember? Like Orson's sled? I've been waiting so long for the words to this song I bet I bleed to death But I never said What I wanted to say What I wanted to say What I wanted to say What I wanted to say Was DROP DEAD. Now I hope that magically I will emerge back into life Even though I'm vanishing now in a hemlock bath of wine Become a hero swinging my sword in a bloody ancient world And leave the life here ruined by guilt where they need to thin the herd DROP DEAD. Was what I wanted to say What I wanted to say Was DROP DEAD. What I wanted to say What I wanted to say Was DROP DEAD. What I wanted to say What I wanted to say What I wanted to say... |
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Uncle Ray is gone, a relative they couldn't find
Finally free of his insanity, they covered him with lime In a ditch outside the old junkyard on 17 Well that crazy drunk I swear he was a gentleman to me So take him far far away Take him far far away Out past all discussions, far from what they said Take him far far away Take him far far away 'Cuz we're sort of related Here lies Uncle Ray Dry rough skin, his hands, a working man, like bark from trees He'd come to the back door of my familiy's house For coffee and something to eat Pushed a shopping cart all filled with junk and empty cans He came home from the war to find his wife Now loved another man So take him far far away Take him far far away Out past all discussions, far from what they said Take him far far away Take him far far away 'Cuz we're sort of related Here lies Uncle Ray In this photograph we're hand in hand in deep white snow Ray was 65 and nearly blind, and I was 4 or so All the neighbors used to laugh and throw snowballs at him Now I live alone and when it snows I try not to think of them So take him far far away Take him far far away Out past all discussions, far from what they said Take him far far away Take him far far away 'Cuz we're sort of related 'Cuz we're sort of related 'Cuz we're sort of related Here lies Uncle Ray Here lies Uncle Ray... |
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I hate myself
We'll have that in common Although I've gotten most everything I wanted Hope is still a flicker in the dark Somewhere in the distance, a mysterious spark If we never meet That would be the saddest thing I know. There's got to be somebody out there Someone who burns like a flame It's a beautiful night by the fountain But I'm all alone I don't know your name [Dewey solos] This is to you, if you're out there My love, you seem to be detained I don't deserve you, but it's too cruel That you're not here with me Flickering... the saddest thing... I know |
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