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Valentines Day, 25, June, 16th, Wednesday, July 6th, 20, 0, 20, 15,
Martin Luther King Day, June 18th, June 6th, Wednesday, August 18th, 9th, 1999, 12, Nicholas, August, Wednesday, 13th, Sunday, 5th, March, October, January, October 13th, Wednesday, Martin Luther King Day, afternoon, in view of nothing, 20, 0, 1, Late winter, Martin Luther King Day, 12, 16, August, Wednesday, 13th, Friday, 7, June. |
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| 2. |
| 4:05 |
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Now. Not tomorrow
Yesterday Not tomorrow It happens today The damage today They fall on today They beat on the outside And I'll stand by you Now. Not tomorrow It's happening now Not tomorrow It's happening now The crazed in the hot-zone The mental and diva's hands The fisting of life To the music outside To the music outside It happens outside The music is outside It's happening outside The music is outside It's happening, now Not tomorrow Yesterday Not tomorrow The music is outside It's happening outside The music is outside The music is outside Outside Outside Outside |
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| 3. |
| 4:57 |
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(Hearts filthy lesson)
(Hearts filthy lesson) (Hearts filthy lesson) There's always the Diamond friendly Sitting in the Laugh Motel The Hearts Filthy lesson With her hundred miles to hell Oh, Ramona - if there was only something between us If there was only something between us Other than our clothes Something in our skies Something in our skies Something in our blood Something in our skies Paddy Paddy Who's been wearing Miranda's clothes? It's the hearts filthy lesson Hearts filthy lesson Hearts filthy lesson Falls upon deaf ears (Hearts Filthy Lesson) It's the hearts filthy lesson Hearts filthy lesson Hearts filthy lesson Falls upon deaf ears Falls upon dead ears (Hearts filthy lesson) (Hearts filthy lesson) (Hearts filthy lesson) Oh Ramona, if there was only some kind of future Oh Ramona, if there was only some kind of future And these cerulean skies Something in our skies Something in our skies Something in our blood Something in our skies Paddy, Paddy? Paddy will you carry me, I think I've lost my way (Hearts filthy lesson, Hearts filthy lesson) I'm already five years older I'm already in my grave (Hearts filthy lesson, Hearts filthy lesson) I'm already I'm already I'm already (Hearts filthy lesson, Hearts filthy lesson) Will you carry me? Oh Paddy, I think I've lost my way Paddy, what a fantastic death abyss Paddy, what a fantastic death abyss (Hearts filthy lesson) It's the Hearts Filthy Lesson Tell the others (Hearts filthy lesson) It's the Hearts Filthy Lesson What a fantastic death abyss Tell the others (Hearts filthy lesson) It's the Hearts Filthy Lesson Paddy, what a fantasic death abyss (Hearts filthy lesson) It's the Hearts Filthy Lesson Tell the others |
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| 4. |
| 6:35 |
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Poor soul
Spit upon that Poor soul He never knew what hit him And it hit him so Poor dunce He pushed back the pigmen The Barbs laughed The fool is dead Poor dunce He's less than within us The brains talk But the will to live is dead And prayer can't travel so far these days The talk of your life Standing so near To innocent eyes Poor dunce Swings through the tunnels And claws his way Is small life so manic Are these really the days Poor dunce Poor dunce Poor soul Poor soul Poor soul |
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| 5. |
| 1:40 |
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Test, testing, testing
This, hmm, Grace is my name And, and I was, hmm It was that phot, a fading photograph of A patch, a patchwork quilt And they've put me on these Ramona put me on these interest drugs So I'm thinking very too, bit too fast like a brain hatch And ah, they won't let me see anybody If I want to sometimes and I ask I can still hear some pop, popular musics And aftershocks See I've been, I've been watching a television Of um, in the homelands That's the new homelands And um, that's all I can remember And now they just want me to be quiet And I think something is going to be horrid |
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| 6. |
| 5:14 |
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Spaceboy, you're sleepy now
Your silhouette is so stationary You're released but your custody calls And I want to be free Don't you want to be free Do you like girls or boys It's confusing these days But Moondust will cover you Cover you This chaos is killing me So bye bye love Yeah bye bye love Bye bye love Yeah bye bye love This chaos is killing me And the chaos is killing me Yeah bye bye love This chaos is killing me This chaos is killing me Yeah bye bye love Bye bye love Good time love Be sweet sweet dove Bye bye spaceboy Bye bye love Moondust will cover you (repeat ad. inf) |
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| 7. |
| 6:51 |
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For we're living in a safety zone
Don't be holding back from me We're living from hour to hour down here And we'll take it when we can It's a kind of living which recognizes The death of the odourless man When nothing is vanity nothing's too slow It's not Eden but it's no sham There is no hell There is no shame There is no hell Like an old hell There is no hell And it's lights up, boys Lights up boys Explosion falls upon deaf ears While we're swimming in a sea of sham Living in the shadow of vanity A complex fashion for a simple man And there is no hell And there is no shame And there is no hell Like an old hell There is no hell And the silence flies on its brief flight A razor sharp crap shoot affair And we light up our lives And there's no more of me exploding you Re-exposing you Like everybody do Re-exploding you I don't know what to use Make somebody move Me exploding Me exploding you |
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| 8. |
| 3:49 |
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Baby Grace is the victim
She was 14 years of age And the wheels are turning, turning For the finger points at me All's well But I have not been to Oxford Town All's well No I have not been to Oxford Town Toll the bell Pay the private eye All's well 20th century dies And the prison priests are decent My attorney seems sincere I fear my days are numbered Lord get me out of here All's well But I have not been to Oxford Town All's well But I have not been to Oxford Town Toll the bell Pay the private eye All's well 20th century dies This is your shadow on my wall This is my flesh and blood This is what I could've been And the wheels are turning and turning As the 20th century dies If I had not ripped the fabric If time had not stood still If I had not met Ramona If I'd only paid my bill All's well But I have not been to Oxford Town All's well But I have not been to Oxford Town Toll the bell Pay the private eye All's well 20th century dies This is my bunk with two sheets This is my food though foul This is what I could have been Toll the bell Pay the private eye All's well 20th century dies Toll the bell Pay the private eye All's well 20th century dies All's well 20th century dies All's well All's well, all's well Toll the bell Pay the private eye All's well 20th century dies Toll the bell Pay the private eye All's well 20th century dies |
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| 9. |
| 4:33 |
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Stay away from the future
Back away from the light It's all deranged - no control Sit tight in your corner Don't tell God your plans It's all deranged No control If I could control tomorrow's haze The darkened shore wouldn't bother me If I can't control the web we weave My life will be lost in the fallen leaves Every single move's uncertain Don't tell God your plans It's all deranged No control I should live my life on bended knee If I can't control my destiny You've gotta have a scheme You've gotta have a plan In the world of today, for tomorrow's man No control Stay away from the future Don't tell God your plans It's all deranged No control Forbidden words, deafen me In memory, no control See how far a sinful man Burns his tracks, his bloody robes You've gotta have a scheme You've gotta have a plan In the world of today, for tomorrow's man I should live my life on bended knee If I can't control my destiny No control I can't believe I've no control It's all deranged I can't believe I've no control It's all deranged Deranged Deranged |
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| 11. |
| 4:21 |
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Turn, and turn again
Turn, and turn again I shake And stare the sun Till my eyes burn I shake At the mothers Brutal vermin I shake And stare At the watery moon With the same desire As the sober philistine Turn and turn again Worm, the pain and blade Turn and turn again The screw Is a tightening atrocity I shake For the reeking flesh Is as romantic as hell The need To have seen it all The voyeur Of utter destruction As beauty I shake Turn and turn again I shake Turn and turn again I shake I shake I shake Research has pierced All extremes of my sex Call it a day Call it a day Needle point life Blinds the will to be next Call it a day Call it a day Research has pierced All extremes of my sex Call it a day Call it a day Needle point life Blinds the will to be next Call it a day Call it a day Call it a day (repeat ad. inf) Today (repeat ad. inf) |
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| 12. |
| 4:01 |
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| 13. |
| 5:09 |
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Cruising around me the flames burn my body
Wishful beginnings Does this remind them again & again You're a sorry little girl You're a sorry little girl Please hide, for the pain must feel like snow You're a sorry little girl Sorry little girl Please hide from the kiss and the bite Shame burns Breathing in, breathing out Breathing in, only doubt The pain must feel like snow I'm no longer your golden boy Sorry little girl I'm sorry little girl The pain must feel like snow There you go Cover me, cover me We flew on the wings We were deep in the dead air And this one will never go down We had such wishful beginnings But we lived unbearable lives I'm sorry little girl Sorry little girl So so sorry little girl The pain must feel like snow There you go There you go |
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| 4:35 |
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White boys falling on the fires of night
(I wish you'd tell, I wish you'd tell) Flesh punks burning in their glue Revolution comes in the strangest way (I wish you'd tell, I wish you'd tell) I'd rather be inside you Tell the truth Tell the truth Tell the truth We prick you we prick you we prick you Tell the truth Tell the truth Tell the truth We prick you we prick you we prick you You show respect even if you disagree You show respect You show respect even if you disagree You show respect Mama can I kiss you daddy can I tell (we wish you well, we wish you well) Innocence passed me by Wanna be screwing when the nightmare comes (I wish you well, I wish you well) Wanna come quick and die Tell the truth Tell the truth Tell the truth We prick you we prick you we prick you Tell the truth Tell the truth Tell the truth We prick you we prick you we prick you All the little rose-kissed foxy girls Shoes, shoes, little white shoes Where have all the flowers gone All the little fragile champion boys Toys, toys, little black toys Dripping on the end of a gun Even if you disagree Tell the truth Tell the truth Tell the truth We prick you we prick you we prick you Tell the truth Tell the truth Tell the truth We prick you we prick you we prick you You show respect even if you disagree You show respect You show respect even if you disagree You show respect Shoes, shoes, little white shoes (even if you disagree, even if you disagree) Toys, toys, little black toys Wish you well, wish you well Shoes, shoes, little white shoes Wish you well, wish you well |
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| 1:01 |
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| 4:31 |
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Funny how secrets travel
I'd start to believe if I were to bleed Thin skies, the man chains his hands held high Cruise me blond Cruise me babe A blond belief beyond beyond beyond No return No return I'm deranged I'm deranged down down down I'm deranged down down down So cruise me babe cruise me babe beyond And the rain sets in It's the angel-man I'm deranged Cruise me cruise me cruise me babe The clutch of life and the fist of love Over your head Big deal Salaam Be real deranged Salaam Before we reel I'm deranged And the rain sets in It's the angel-man I'm deranged And the rain sets in It's the angel-man I'm deranged Cruise me cruise me cruise me babe I'm deranged |
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| 4:22 |
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Stomping along on this big philips johnson
Is delay just wasting my time Looking across at richard rogers Scheming dreams to blow both their minds It's difficult you see To give up baby To leave a job When you know the moneys from day to day All the majesty of a city landscape All the soaring days of our lives All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye All the joy i see thru these architect's eyes Cold winter bleeds on the girders of babel This stone boy watching the crawling land Rings of flesh and the towers of iron The steaming caves and rocks and the sand Stomping along on this big philips johnson Is delay just wasting my time It's difficult you see To give up baby These summer scumholes This goddamned starving life All the majesty of a city landscape All the soaring days of our lives All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye All the joy i see thru these architect's eyes It's difficult you see It's difficult you see All the majesty of a city landscape All the soaring days in our lives All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye All the joy i see thru these architect's eyes |
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| 0:28 |
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| 19. |
| 5:07 |
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You, you, you
You, you, you All our friends Now seem so thin and frail Slinky secrets Hotter than the sun No peachy prayers No trendy rechauffe I'm with you So I can't go on All my violence Raining tears upon the sheet I'm bewildered For we're strangers when we meet Blank screen TV Preening ourselves in the snow Forget my name But I'm over you Blended sunrise And it's a dying world Humming Rheingold We scavenge up our clothes All my violence Raining tears upon the sheet I'm resentful For we're strangers when we meet Cold tired fingers Tapping out your memories Halfway sadness Dazzled by the new Your embrace Was all that I feared That whirling room We trade by vendu Steely resolve Is falling from me My poor soul All bruised passivity All your regrets Ride rough-shod over me I'm so glad That we're strangers when we meet I'm so thankful That we're strangers when we meet I'm in clover For we're strangers when we meet Heel head over But we're strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet |
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| 2:48 |
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Oh pity us here we angels of lead
We're dead, we're sick hanging by thread Get real Get real You can't stop meaningful teenage cries From deep behind fifty year old eyes Get real Get real CHORUS I'm scared to touch Too tense to be undone I walk the streets Not expecting morning sun Against the voice of doom Failures fall all over town I guess I should, I feel I should Get real Get real What's up? What happened when I wasn't around? Who did what? What went down? Get real Get real Think about myself it happens to me It happens in the tunnel when I let myself feel Get real Get real CHORUS I feel it all through breakdowns falling all over town I feel I should, I guess I should Get real Get real Get real Get real The dazzle of light The rape of life The seed, the curse The jazz of life Get real Get real Get real Get real |
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