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you think you're not worthy
i'd have to say i agree i'm not worthy of you you're not worthy of me which of us is deserving look at the human race the whole planet at arm's length and we don't deserve this place what good is a poker face when you've got an open hand i was supposed to be cool about this yeah i remember cool was the plan tried to keep it all under wraps but the wraps kept going slack i keep turning around i keep coming back give me your vertical your horizontal line i want to take each of them bend them to fit mine the world is too good for me i am such a naughty girl but when we're together we're too good for this world you think you're not worthy i'd have to say i agree i'm not worthy of you you're not worthy of me i'm not worthy of you you aren't worthy of me... |
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tiptoeing through the used condoms
strewn on the piers off the west side highway sunset behind the skyline of jersey walking towards the water with a fetus holding court in my gut my body highjacked my tits swollen and sore the river has more colors at sunset than my sock drawer ever dreamed of i could wake up screaming sometimes but i don't i could step off the end of this pier but i got shit to do and an appointment on tuesday to shed uninvited blood and tissue i'll miss you i say to the river to the water to the son or daughter i thought better of i could fall in love with jersey at sunset but i leave the view to the rats and tiptoe back. |
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Fourteenth street and the garbage swirls like a cyclone
Three o'clock in the afternoon and I am going home F train is full of high school students So much shouting So much laughter Last night's underwear in my back pocket Sure sign of the morning after Take me home Take me home and leave me there Think I'm going to cry, I don't know why Think I'm going to sing myself a lullaby Feel free to listen Feel free to stare I live in New York New York the city that never shuts up In the daylight everything is so gory You can hear snatches of stranger's sorry stories And I moved there from Buffalo but that's nothing The TRICO plant moved to Mexico Left my uncle standing out in the cold Said there's your last paycheck have fun growing old Take me home Take me home and leave me there Think I'm going to cry, I don't know why Think I'm going to sing myself a lullaby Feel free to listen Feel free to stare Rockabye baby In the treetop When the wind blows Cradle will rock When the bough breaks The cradle will fall Down will come baby Cradle and all Youth is beauty Money is beauty Hell, beauty is beauty sometimes It's the luck of the draw It's the natural law It's a joke It's a crime I was bored You were bored It was a meeting of the minds Now it's three in the afternoon and I can't leave too soon Saying thank you, I had a nice time Take me home Take me home and leave me there Think I'm going to cry, I don't know why Think I'm going to sing myself a lullaby Feel free to listen Feel free to stare Maybe I'll live my whole life Just getting by Maybe I'll be discovered Maybe I'll be colonized You could try to train me like a pet You could try to teach me to behave But I'll tell you, if I haven't learned it yet You know, I ain't gonna sit, I ain't gonna stay Take me home Take me home and leave me there Think I'm going to cry, I don't know why Think I'm going to sing myself a lullaby Feel free to listen Feel free to stare |
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Well the heat is so great
It plays tricks with the eye It turns the road into water Then from water to sky And there's a crack in the concrete floor That starts at the sink Yea, there's a bathroom in the gas station And I've locked myself in it to think Back in the city The sun bakes the trash on the curb The men are pissing in doorways And the rats are running in herds And I've got a dream with your face in it That scares me awake I've put too much on my table Now I've got too much at stake And I might let you off easy Yea I might lead you on I might wait for you to look for me And then I might be gone There's where I've come from and where I'm going And I am lost in between I might go out to that phone booth And leave a veiled invitation on your machine And you'll stop me, won't you? If you've heard this one before Oh the one where I surprise you By showing up at your front door Saying, "Let's not ask what next or how or why I'm leaving in the morning So let's not be shy" Don't be shy The door opens, the room winces The housekeeper comes in without a warning And I squint at the muscular motel lady And say "Hey morning" As she jumps her keys jingle She leaves as quickly as she came in And I roll over and taste the pillow with my grin Well the sheets are twisted and damp But the heat is so great And I swear I can feel the mattress Sinking underneath your weight Boy your sleep is like a fever And I'm glad when it ends Oh the road flows like a river And it pulls me round every bend Stop me, won't you? If you've heard this one before Oh the one where I surprise you By showing up at your front door Saying, "Let's not ask what next or how or why I am leaving in the morning So let's not be shy" Don't be shy Well the heat is so great It plays tricks with the eye It turns the road into water Then from water to sky And there's a crack in the concrete floor It starts at the sink There's a bathroom in the gas station And I have locked myself in it to think And you'll stop me, won't you? If you've heard this one before yeah the one where I surprise you By showing up at your front door Saying, "Let's not ask what next or how or why I am leaving in the morning So let's not be shy" You'll stop me, won't you? If you've heard this one before yeah the one where I surprise you By showing up at your front door Saying, "Let's not ask what next how or why I'm leaving in the morning So let's not be shy" Don't be shy no dont be shy no don't be shy no don't be shy come on fucker don't be shy |
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I'm sorry i didn't sound more excited on the phone
I'm sorry that after all these years I've left you feeling unrequited and alone, brought you to tears I guess i never loved you quite as well as the way you loved me I guess that i'll never really be able to tell you how sorry I am I don't know what it is about you I just know it's not what it was I don't know why red fades before blue, it just does And i don't know what it is about me That i just can't keep still I keep thinking someday i will make this all up to you And maybe someday i will I guess i never loved you quite as well As the way you loved me I guess i'll never really be able to tell you how sorry I am Sorry i am Sorry i am Sorry i am |
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i wish i didn't have this nervous laugh
i wish i didn't say half the stuff i say i wish i could just learn to cover my tracks i guess i'm not concerned about getting away 'cause every time i try to hold my tongue it slips like a fish from a line they say if you want to play you should learn how to play dumb i guess i can't bring myself to waste your time 'cause we both know what i've been doing i've been intentionally bad at lying you're the only boy i ever let see through me and i hope you beleive me when i say i'm trying and i hope i never improve my game yeah i'd rather have these things weighing on my mind and at the end of this tunnel of guilt and shame there must be a light of some kind there must be a light of some kind i must have blown a fuse or something cause it was so dark in my mind she came up to me with the sweetest face and she was holding a light of some kind and i still think of you as my boyfriend i don't think this is the end of the world but i think maybe you should follow my example and go meet yourself a really nice girl 'cause we both know. . . in the end the world comes down to just a few people but for you it comes down to one but no one ever asked me if i thought i could be everything to someone there's a crowd of people harboured in every person there are so many roles that we play and you've decided to love me for eternity i'm still deciding who i want to be today cause we both know. . . |
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I am not a pretty girl
That is not what I do I ain't no damsel in distress And I don't need to be rescued So put me down, punk Wouldn't you prefer a maiden fair? Isn't there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere? I am not an angry girl But it seems like I've got everyone fooled Every time I say something they find hard to hear They chalk it up to my anger And never to their own fear Imagine you're a girl Just trying to finally come clean Knowing full well they'd prefer you were dirty And smiling And I am sorry But I am not a maiden fair And I am not a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere And generally, my generation Wouldn't be caught dead working for the man And generally I agree with them Trouble is you gotta have youself An alternate plan And I have earned my disillusionment I have been working all of my life And I am a patriot I have been fighting the good fight And what if there are no damsels in distress What if I knew that and I called your bluff? Don't you think every kitten figures out how to get down, Whether or not you ever show up? I am not a pretty girl I don't really want to be a pretty girl No, I want to be more than a pretty girl. |
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the air comes off the ocean
the city smells fishy the air is full of fish and mystery whispering who, what, when i am warning you i am weightless and the wind is always shifting so don't hang anything on me if you ever want to see it again i am telling you i'm different than you think i am and you can dangle your carrot but i ain't gunna reach for it cuz i need both my hands to play my guitar and life is a sleezy stranger who looks vaguely familiar flirting with a bimbo named disaster at the end of the bar and i am telling you that i am different than you are at night when you're asleep self-hatred's going to creep in and try to blame it on the devil the one who's bed you sleep in and don't tell me what they did to you as though you had no choice tell me, isn't that your picture? isn't that your voice? if you don't live what you sing about your mirror is going to find out oh yeah i'd like to go to all the pretty parties where all the pretty people go and i ain't really all that pretty but nobody will know cuz everybody loves you when you're a star and nobody questions what it takes to go that far and life is a sleezy stranger and this is his favorite bar no i don't prefer obscurity but i'm an idealistic girl and i wouldn't work for you no matter what you paid and i may not be able to change the whole fucking world but i could be the million that you never made oh yeah i could be the million that you never made i could be the million that you'll never make you're looking at the million that you'll never make |
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Hour follows hour like water follows water
Everything is governed by the rule of 'one thing leads to another' You can't really place blame 'cause blame is much too messy Someone's bound to get on you while you were trying to put it on me And don't fool yourself into thinking things are simple Nobody's lying still the stories don't line up Why do you try to hold on to what you'll never get a hold on? You wouldn't try to put the ocean in a paper cup 'Cause I have had something to prove as long as I know there's something that needs improvement And you know that every time I move I make a woman's movement. And first you decide what you've gotta do then you go out and do it And maybe the most we can do is just to see each other through it. Hour follows hour like water in a river And from one to the next We don't know what each hour will deliver We just call it like we see it Call it out loud as we can and then afterwards we call it all water over the dam Maybe the moral higher ground ain't as high as it seems Maybe we are both good people who've done some bad things I just hope it was okay I know it wasn't perfect I hope in the end we can laugh and say it was all worth it 'Cause I have had something to prove as long as I know something that needs improvement And you know that every time I move I make a woman's movement And first you decide what you've gotta do and then you go out and do it And maybe the most that we can do is just to see each other through it. We make our own gravity to give weight to things Then things fall and they break and gravity sings We can only hold so much is what I figure Try and keep our eye on the big picture, picture keeps getting bigger. And too much is how I love you but too well is how I know you And I've got nothing to prove this time, just something to show you I guess I just wanted you to see that it was all worth it to me |
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Squint your eyes and look closer
I'm not between you and your ambition I am a poster girl with no poster I am 32 flavors and then some And I'm beyond your peripheral vision So you might want to turn your head 'Cause someday you are gonna get hungry And eat most of the words you just said Both my parents taught me about goodwill And I have done well by their names Just the kindness I've lavished on strangers Is more than I can explain Still there's many who've turned out their porch lights Just so I would think they were not home And hid in the dark of their windows Till I'd passed and left them alone Hey, yo, hey Oh, hey, yo, hey, yo Oh, hey, yo, hey Oh, hey, yo, hey, yo God help you if you are an ugly girl Course, too pretty is also your doom 'Cause everyone harbors a secret hatred For the prettiest girl in the room And God help you if you are a phoenix And you dare to rise up from the ash A thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy While you are just flying past And I'll never try to give my life meaning By demeaning you But I would like to state for the record I did everything that I could do I'm not saying that I am a saint I just don't want to live that way No, I will never be a saint But I will always say Squint your eyes and look closer I'm not between you and your ambition I am a poster girl with no poster I am 32 flavors and then some And I'm beyond your peripheral vision So you might want to turn your head 'Cause someday you might find you are starving And eating all of the words that you said Oh, oh, hey, yo Oh, hey, yo Oh, hey, yo, hey, yo Oh, hey, yo Mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm Oh, hey, yo Oh, hey, yo Oh, hey, yo, hey, yo Oh, hey, yo |
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i want somebody who sees the pointlessness
and still keeps their purpose in mind i want somebody who has a tortured soul some of the time i want somebody who will either put out for me or put me out of misery or maybe just put it all to words and make me say, you know i never heard it put that way make me say, what did you just say? i want somebody who can hold my interest hold it and never let it fall someone who can flatten me with a kiss that hits like a fist or a sentence, that stops me like a brick wall because if you hear me talking listen to what i'm not saying if you hear me playing guitar listen to what i'm not playing and don't ask me to put words to all the spaces between notes in fact if you have to ask, forget it do and you'll regret it i'm tired of being the interesting one i'm tired of heving fun for two just lay yourself on the line and i might lay myself down by you but don't sit behind your eyes and wait for me to surprise you i want somebody who can make me scream until it's funny give me a run for my money i want someone who can twist me up in knots tell me, for the woman who has everything what have you got? i want someone who's not afraid of me or anyone else in other words i want someone who's not afraid of themself do you think i'm asking too much? |
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got a garden of songs where i grow all my thoughts
wish i could harvest one or two for some small talk i'm always starving for words when you're around nothing on my tongue so much in my ground half the time i got my gaze trained on your motel door fourth door from the end rest of the time my gaze lays like a stain on the carpeted floor if it weren't for my brain i'd go over and make friends too bad about my brain 'cause i'd like to make friends. see the little song bird unable to make a sound even though she follows her words from town to town we both have gardens of songs and maybe its okay that i am speechless because i picked you this bouquet. |
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the big day has come
the bell is sounding i run my hands through my hair one last time outside the prison walls the town is gathering people are trading crime for crime everyone needs to see the prisoner they need to make it even easier they see me as a symbol, and not a human being that way they can kill me say it's not murder, it's a metaphor we are killing off our own failure and starting clean standing in the gallows everyone turned my way i hear a voice ask me if I've got any last words to say and i'm looking out over the field of familiar eyes somewhere in a woman's arms a baby cries i think guilt and innocence they are a matter of degree what might be justice to you might not be justice to me i went to far, i'm sorry i guess now i'm going home so let any amongst you cast the first stone now we've got all these complicated machines so no one person ever has to have blood on their hands we've got complex organizations and if everyone just does their job no one person has to understand you might be the wrong colour you might be too poor justice isn't something just anyone can afford you might not pull the trigger you might be out in the car and you might get a lethal injection 'cause we take a metaphor that far the big day has come the bell is sounding i run my hands through my hair one last time outside the prison walls the town has gathered people are trading crime for crime people are trading crime for crime people are still trading crime for crime |
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our father who art in a penthouse
sits in his 37th floor suite and swivels to gaze down at the city he made me in he allows me to stand and sollicit graffiti until he needs the land i stand on i in my darkened threshold am pawing through my pockets the receipts, the bus schedules urgent napkin poems and matchbook phone numbers all of which laundering has rendered pulpy and strange loose change and a key ask me go ahead, ask me if i care i got the answer here i wrote it down somewhere i just gotta find it i just gotta find it somebody and their spraypaint got too close somebody came on too heavy now look at me made ugly by the drooling letters i was better off alone ain't that the way it is they don't know the first thing but you don't know that until they take the first swing my fingers are red and swollen from the cold i'm getting bold in my old age so go ahead, try the door it doesn't matter anymore i know the weakhearted are strongwilled and we are being kept alive until we're killed he's up there the ice is clinking in his glass i don't ask i just empty my pockets and wait it's not fate it's just circumstance i don't fool myself with romance i just live phone number to phone number dusting them against my thighs in the warmth of my pockets which whisper history incessantly asking me where were you i lower my eyes wishing i could cry more and care less, yes it's true, i was trying to love someone again, i was caught caring, bearing weight but i love this city, this state this country is too large and whoever's in charge up there had better take the elevator down and put more than change in our cup or else we are coming up |
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