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What I want I want now and it's a whole lot more than 'anyhow' I want to fly fly a fountain I want to jumpjumpjump jump a mountain lunderstandall... iseeno... destructiveurges... iseeno... itseemssoperfect... iseenoo... i see... i see no... i see no evil I get ideas I get a notion I want a nice little boat made out of ocean. I get your point. You're so sharp. Getting good reactions with your ''BeBo'' talk. Don't say unconscious No don't say doom. If you got to say it let me leave this room Cuz what I want I want now and it's a whole lot more than 'anyhow.' I'm runnin wild with the one i love I see no evil I'm runnin wild with the one-eyed ones I see no evil Pull down the future with the one you love Pull down the future |
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| 2. |
| 4:44 |
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I knew it musta been some big set-up. All the Action just would not let up. It's just a little bit back from the main road where the silence spreads and the men dig holes. I start to spin the tale you complain of my diction You Give Me Friction But I Dig Friction You Know I'm Crazy About Friction My eyes are like telescopes I see it all backwards: but who wants hope? If I ever catch that ventriloquist I'll squeeze his head right into my fist. something comes tracking down, What's the prediction? I'll betcha it's Friction... Stop this head motion... set the sails. You know all us boys gonna wind up in jail. I don't wanna grow up there's too much contradiction |
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| 4:53 |
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You're pushin' a furnace You're workin' too hard You're setting things off - all over the yard You play with your 'top' - till your eyes start to spin Then you shrug your shoulders and ask me where I've been Travel fulfills you but the distance it kills you Oh oh ain't that nothin' Why don't you tell me somethin' Tragedy Ain't that nothin' I just wish you'd tell me something - The fan keeps whirling The wind stays hot - but I can't keep from slippin' a lot I look in that purse It's a blessing and a curse Discover dishonor with its thousand commands It ain't worth a shot That target is sand But I love disaster and I love what comes after. |
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| 3:14 |
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Up on the high, high hills ? with my floating friend ?
Watchin' all the silver ? no one can ever spend I feel the touch of her hand and all it will erase; These footprints I followed tho they followed my every pace ? Days, be more than all we have. No matter how much I cross I always see the same stream. I'm standing up on these bridges that are standing in a dream. |
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| 5:25 |
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Soldier boy stands at a full salute. He wants your orders to execute. Send him out - 'neath the screaming red lights In a narrow ditch for the funny fights. Foxhole, foxhole too much danger Where's my guardian angel - oh no You show me the war, I don't know what for. You show me the war but the war 's such a bore. In the line of duty, in the line of fire A heartless heart is my proper attire. The flashing sword has been explored The perfect slice - perfect slice of life. I feel the shells hit - Moonlight web Goodbye arms, so long, head. No more danger Hello guardian angel. Pin me down, go ahead it's a cinch You pin me down, you'll feel the pinch I was trained for fights Foxhole, foxhole Foxhole, foxhole. |
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