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Silent kid, no one to remind you
You've got no hip, no reels to remind you Silent kid, don't take your pawnshop home on the road, goddamn you Silent kid, don't lose your graceful tone This is the city life This is the city life Oh come on, let's talk about leaving Come on now, talk about your family Your sister's cursed, your father's all but damned you Silent kid, don't listen to your grandmother's advice about Ezra Silent kid, don't listen to them Hand me the drumstick, snare kick, blues call upon I knew myself in Into the spotlight, ecstasy feels so warm inside Until five hours later, I'm chewing Screwing myself with my hand |
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Well you greet the tokens and stamps
Underneath the fake oil-burning lamps In the city we forgot to name The concourse is a four-wheeled shame And the courthouse's double-breast I'd like to check out your public protests Why you're complaining, ta Those who sleep with electric guitars Range roving with the cinema stars And I wouldn't want to shake their hands 'Cause they're in such a high-protein land Because there's forty different shades of black So many fortresses and ways to attack So why you complaining, ta? |
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Got struck by the first volley
Of the war in the corps Never held my service Send em a wire, give em my best This ammunition never rests No one serves coffee, no one wakes up Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard: Dad they broke me. Dad they broke me. [repeat] I can see the lines open shutters And the leaves flocked on a grid That's what they made my hero say But nothing gets me off so completely But when you put it down Ten feet down in the ground Call and response in the negative home Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard: Dad they broke me. Dad they broke me. [repeat] |
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Darlin' don't you go and cut your hair
Do you think it's gonna make him change? I'm just a boy with a new haircut And that's a pretty nice haircut Charge it like a puzzle, hitmen wearing muzzles Hesitate, you die Look around, around, the second drummer drowned His telephone is found Music scene's crazy Bands start up each and every day I saw another one just the other day A special new band I remember lying, I don't remember a line I don't remember a word but I don't care I care, I really don't care Did you see the drummer's hair? Advertising looks and chops a must No big hair! Songs mean a lot when songs are bought And so are you Bitch right down to the practice room Attention and fame, a career Career, career, career |
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Lane driver, the forces against you, the rain
I know everybody wants to put you down But I know everybody's gonna put me down I want you Because I'm rushing to feel you But I won't set you down, I don't need to Because I'm rushing to feel you But I won't set you down, I don't need to Fly fly fly fly fly fly fly Don't try try try try try It's a brand new era, it feels great It's a brand new era but it came too late She won't let you know that I need a right to touch her She won't let you wait for me, for me to touch you Crowds of the people and voices and steeples and wedding rings Wild are the horses and break-up divorces and separate rooms from My my my my my my my I love your tinted eyes So bad, so bad, so so bad so so bad She won't let me break you out When the picture's cut it free Three of us is enough, it's the simple stuff I need Can't you see the stuff I need? Can't you see? Can't you stuff me? Stuff me |
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Down in Santa Rosa and over the bay
Across the grapevine to LA We've got desert, we've got trees We've got the hills of Beverly Let's burn the hills of Beverly! Walk with your credit card in the air Swing it nine times like you just don't care This is the slow, sick, sucking part of me This is the slow, sick, sucking part of me And when I suck in kisses, it's ours Up to the top of the Shasta Gulch To the bottom of the Tahoe Lake Man-made deltas and concrete rivers The south takes what the north delivers You film hack, I don't use your pay Lost in the foothills of my pride Trocadero, say goodnight To the last psychadelic band From Sacto, Northern Cal From Sacto, Northern Cal Take it neighbor, 'cause you're my neighbor And I need favors, you're my neighbor You've done me favors 'cause I'm your neighbor I'm not your neighbor, you Bakersfield trash |
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Go back to those gold soundz and keep my anthem to yourself
Because it's nothing I don't like, is it a crisis or a boring change? When it's central, so essential, it has a nice ring when you laugh At the lowlife opinions, and they're coming to the chorus now I keep my address to yourself 'Cause we need secrets We need secret cret cret cret crets Back right now Because I never wanna make you feel that you're social Never ignored soul, believe in what you wanna do And do you think that it's a major flaw when they rise up in the falling rain And if you stay around with your knuckles ground down, the trial's over, weapon's found Keep my address to myself Because it's secret 'Cause it's secret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret Back right now So drunk in the August sun and you're the kind of girl I like Because you're empty and I'm empty and you can never quarantine the past Did you remember in December that I won't need you when I'm gone? And if I go there, I won't stay there because I'm sitting here too long I've been sitting here too long And I've been wasted Advocating that word for the last word Last words come up, all you've got to waste |
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After the glow, the scene, the stage
The sad talk becomes slow but there's one thing I'll never forget Hey, you gotta pay your dues Before you pay the rent Over the turnstiles and out in the traffic There's ways of living, it's the way I'm living, right or wrong It's all that I can do And I wouldn't want to let you be I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down Run from the pigs, the fuzz, the cops, the heat Pass me your gloves, this crime it is never complete Until you snort it up or shoot it down You're never going to feel free Out on my skateboard the night is just humming And the gum smacks are the pulse I'll follow if my walkman fades Well, I got absolutely no one No one but myself to blame Don't worry, we're in no hurry School's out, what did you expect? I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down Out on tour with the Smashing Pumpkins Nature kids, I- they don't have no function I don't understand what they mean And I could really give a fuck Stone Temple Pilots, they're elegant bachelors They're foxy to me, are they foxy to you? I will agree they deserve absolutely nothing Nothing more than me Dreaming, dream, dream, dream, dream |
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heaven is a truck
it got stuck on the breeze asked the driver nicely, i need a lift? i need release. the sand in the boats, on the rose-covered floats she is the queen of a canceled Pasadena thrill (california) i know arks can't fly i know the sharks, they don't have wings but lady you need some cold advice about a few things loosen my dress tie me up just like all the rest she is the queen of a canceled Pasadena, thrill (california) [repeats] [although they may say 'castle' a time or two] |
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I'm up on a hill top where I
Keep you in sight, my little toys I buried you because the sun Will melt them Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Taking over Taking over your life I'm taking over your scene Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya I would hope see the face I would hope you see her face Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Hit the plane down (taking over) There's no survivors There's no survivors Don't even snow (we're not that disturbed) Don't even snow Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Hit the plane down (taking over) There's no survivors There's no survivors Taking over your life Taking over your life I'm taking over the scene I'm taking everything All I wanted it all My little trick I wouldn't mind just a milligram up my sleeve I've got you up my sleeve I've Got you up my sleeve I've got you up my sleeve Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Hit the plane down There's no survivors Taking over your life Taking over your life I'm taking over the scene I'm taking everything I'm taking everything I've got to melt it X 10 Hit the plane down Hit the plane down there's no survivors There is no survivors |
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Hey lady, what do you need?
Do you think you'd like to come and bleed with me? I'd like to invite you to a taste of my chalice It's a special one, it's made of gold Passed out on your couch You left me there, thank you Let me sleep it off I need to sleep it off I need to sleep Why don't you let me? I need to sleep Why don't you? I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep, why won't you let me? I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep, why won't you, why won't you let me sleep? The jam kids on their vespas and the glum looks on their faces The street is full of punks, they got spikes See those rockers with their long, curly locks, goodnight to the rock and roll era 'Cause they don't need you anymore, little girl, boy, girl, boy Their composures are so distracted, Jasper's skinny arms And the dance faction, a little too loose for me Every night it's straight and narrow, laws are broken, amusing era Round and round and round she goes Pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs When they pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs Their throats are filled with |
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Blind date with a chancer, we had oysters and dry lancers
And the check when it arrived, we went dutch, dutch, dutch Dutch a redder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash And this emory board is giving me a rash I'm flat out You're so beautiful to look at when you cry Freeze, don't move You've been chosen as an extra in the movie adaptation Of the sequel to your life A shady lane Everybody wants one A shady lane Everybody needs one Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God Oh my God, oh his God, oh her God, oh your God It's everybody's God, it's everybody's God It's everybody's God, it's everybody's God The worlds collide And all that I want is a shady lane Glance don't stare Soon you're being told to recognize your heirs No not me I'm an island of such great complexity Distress surrounds The muddy peaceful center of this town Tell me off In the hotel lobby right in front of all the bellboys And the over friendly concierge A shady lane Everybody wants one A shady lane Everybody needs one Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God Oh my God, oh his God, oh her God, oh your God It's everybody's God, it's everybody's God It's everybody's God, it's everybody's God The worlds collide But all that I want is a shady lane |
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Well, you mesmerize me
Stop criticizing me You know, I'm solo that way And I'm heading for the Cape I'm on a raft, can't turn back Stimulate the open chords I'm on a raft, can't turn back (Louder!) You're an ocean of honey Painfully funny, yeah And the tears that you grow Are coming up early I'm on a raft, can't turn back And you stimulate the open chords Rats, in the bath, of the shaft... ((indistinct)) You're a Nestea splash Sunkist two-thousand class All the towelers of thongs And a heavy, line, oh... Down the golden groves All around this funky place Damn, damn, damn All the forty-niners... |
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Don't be a toy on the back of a magazine, don't, don't be a toy, on the back of a magazine, theres a caricature no one reads
I know you've got a lot of special things to do with me i'm through, i know, it's alright, sing along. Practice everything you preach you nun, I got none today, expecting none tomorrow, and tomorrow after that release the strings of nashville, and watch the songs expire. And silence is danger, but its not required here, so why you scared? I know, you got alot of special things to do, with me i'm through, i know, its alright. Sing a song, get you through the night. |
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I got a leaf
And a spleef Light that spleef God bless that spleef in my mouth Or should I say ja baby Spin Doctors are crazy Take it Butch I got a life complete with my love I got a wife, she fits in my leather gloves I got a knife and I keep it above my heart for you Rock on It always sets me down The way you tremble when you're down And all the lies you tell Come back to haunt you baby Back to haunt you down Come back to haunt you baby Haunt you down All right Look Out I've been to Christmas in France I don't wanna have no pants I've had Christmas in France Where they don't wear any pants I've had Christmas in Detroit How do you think that feels? I've been married in Cincinnati too Hold Off All you need your fill is waiting for your man to come home All your deets undecided boxes Are coming out I'm coming out I'm hungry for you I can smell you on my hands And it smells really good Oh yeah Hold me down and love me Hold me down and love me Keep that knife above me I'll teach you how to look my age If you wanna look old I'll teach you how to look my age If you wanna look old I'll teach you how to look my age I'll teach you how to act like over age, over age |
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Some bands i like to name check
And one of them is R.E.M. Classic songs with a long history Southern boys just like you and me R.E.M! Flashback - it's nineteen eighty threee Chronic town was their first EP Later on came Reckoning Finster's art, and titles to match South Central Rain Don't Go Back to Rockville, Harbourcoat Pretty Persuasion, you were born to be a camera Time After Time was my least favorite song Time After Time was my least favorite song The singer, he had long hair And the drummer, he knew restraint And the bassman, he had all the right moves And the guitar player was no saint So lets go way back To the ancient times When there were no fifty states And on a hill, there stands sherman Sherman and his mates They're marchin thru georgia Marchin thru georgia They're marchin thru georgia G g g g georgia They're marchin thru georgia We're marchin thru georgia Marchin thru georgia G g g g georgia And there stands R.E.M. |
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Call, response. Syncopate the prose
Fuck the highs because I live for the lows Four by four, with activated riff It's good in my car, so it must be a hit I know where the heart is(x2) Giant drinks and waitress indisposed Ski that jump on the tip of her nose Forget it Songs are written but never with a pen The words will follow but you never know when I know where the start is(x2) BADADA |
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Everybody's goin out tonight
And everybody's hangin out tonight It's alright Listen to them Show when they learn how to lie You can sing along with them if you try Holdin the spoken world up I need it. I need it. I need it. She's got a neck like a Saturday paper You read it fast before the Sunday mass Take it back it's nothing It's nothing like it talks Don't listen to me baby if you wanna survive You did it you did you did it wrong. Collapse It's evident to me Tonight All the friends are strangers. I'd like to take my story To some place the don't know me Creatures come out of the bars Talk is small but you talk to Paul Sold sex on Bird Cage walk Boys are drinking and on the docks Union man. I'm your friend I need you when you listen to me Weigh sand Buy Sand glass track Closing off close off close off OPEC dreams stock market close on the rock And roll scale Stereo No more partridge family dreams to the home land Divorce countries |
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In a bucket top of the hill
Overlooking out of time thrills You think you need some inspiration And I wouldn?t wanna ask because I don?t mind If it don?t rhyme Are a trespasser Kiss me when I cross the tracks, baby And I?ll be watching you babe I?ll be watching you, I?ll be whining too Just a soiled little filly can't raise the roof Keep your heart open under your glass It was given my a maker that dirty, dirty taker And ya don?t mind because he don?t mind saying ?I feel like a lap dog You pet me when I beg Why do beggarsisis They never kneel?? I?ll be watching for you, too I?ll be watching for you, too I?ll be watching for you, too I?ll be watching you Who |
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After the glow, the scene, the stage
The sad talk becomes slow but there's one thing I'll never forget Hey, you gotta pay your dues Before you pay the rent Over the turnstiles and out in the traffic There's ways of living, it's the way I'm living, right or wrong It's all that I can do And I wouldn't want to let you be I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down Run from the pigs, the fuzz, the cops, the heat Pass me your gloves, this crime it is never complete Until you snort it up or shoot it down You're never going to feel free Out on my skateboard the night is just humming And the gum smacks are the pulse I'll follow if my walkman fades Well, I got absolutely no one No one but myself to blame Don't worry, we're in no hurry School's out, what did you expect? I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down Out on tour with the Smashing Pumpkins Nature kids, I- they don't have no function I don't understand what they mean And I could really give a fuck Stone Temple Pilots, they're elegant bachelors They're foxy to me, are they foxy to you? I will agree they deserve absolutely nothing Nothing more than me Dreaming, dream, dream, dream, dream |
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Got struck by the first volley
Of the war in the courts Never held my serve Send'em a wire, give'em my best This ammunition never rests No one serves coffee, no one wakes up Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard Dad, they broke me Dad, they broke me Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard Dad, they broke me Dad, they broke me I can see the lines open shutters And the leaves flocked on a grid That's what they made my hero say Nothing gets me off so completely Then when you put it down, ten feet down in the ground Call it response (to a) negative home Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard Dad, they broke me Dad, they broke me Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard Dad, they broke me |
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child, don't you know
i don't want to let you go child, don't you know that i don't wanna let you (x11) styles come and go but i'm not going to let you go styles, they come and go but i'm not gonna let you (x11) |
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Plugs without a socket
There?s no moon without a rocket Holes if you could lock it I wouldn?t let you if you wanted to Court or you?re bad, bad when you?re good Close ?em off and let him go home I never want to leave ya But I won't want to grieve ya When ya money come around I?ll be home No one gets to laugh at you I know a bike with a plate a special plate forgetting me Your home is not my home and your bone is not mine No more things that I could want and delay [unverified] Let?s smoke some butts, Steve Let?s smoke some butts, come on Let?s smoke some butts, come on I?m hoping for somebody, somebody who will love me And I?m not sure that that?s very hard to find 'Cause I never really looked, I never really took A second glance at something you said I?m leaving on my fly you know You know, no way I do Oh, leaving don?t you know Come on, come on, come on [Unverified] Buy me a postcard, put it in the mail Buy me a boat and we?ll set sail Buy me a ship it?s just the same Same way of saying the same thing Oh, no one gets to lie When it gets down too close to the Never mind, forget what I said It meant nothing to you or me, you or me I met a man, a man who taught me something Something about tying knots on a girl?s forehead I never learned ?cause I never had eight children And I never wanted them But now, now I?m getting older Maybe I?d like to fuck a woman and make one But I don?t know if I should Because I don?t have a real steady job Because I don?t have a real special, ooh |
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Run, run to the east confession trash
We don?t need your thrills or your call-book cash Let just, nature?s got plans to keep you up there Swamps, fiddles that whine, about the Mayor Our caves are divine, they?ve got conditioned air Fan-tail, backwash factory, rooms will stay up here Hands off of the bayou (Get some bombs) Heels, stay in your state, it's a new south trap What, what is the bait? Ya silly aqua-cat War, college exam, you know I learned a lot About the fiction you tossed and the father's fat and lost Your fail less father lost, your chivalry is lost Your chivalry in shame Hands off of the bayou (Get some bombs) |
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heaven is a truck
it got stuck on the breeze asked the driver nicely, i need a lift? i need release. the sand in the boats, on the rose-covered floats she is the queen of a canceled Pasadena thrill (california) i know arks can't fly i know the sharks, they don't have wings but lady you need some cold advice about a few things loosen my dress tie me up just like all the rest she is the queen of a canceled Pasadena, thrill (california) [repeats] [although they may say 'castle' a time or two] |
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Doctors leaving for the holiday season
Got crystal ice picks, no gift for the gab And in the parking lot is the sedan he bought He never, he never complains when it's hot He phoned the fallen daughter In the sauna playing contract bridge They're soaking up the fun or doing blotters, I don't know which Which, which boys are dying on these streets I know the medical world could knock you out To sell the coins that you jayed last Thursday Dine by candle light and hold your savings tight You never, you never know when the bridge falls apart We spoke of latent causes, sterile gauzes And the bedside morale We traipse around the table talking sentences so incomplete Please, plea, boys are dying on these streets |
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hold on tight she wears the seek
it's got more stars than the sky it's still forbidden to excuse that little look in your eye i was busted in my gut that time that time i said "i know it's true" why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i? i can't believe she's married to roe i would have turned down the light but she always marked my fear doesn't make it alright i wanted to stay there but you know i needed more than that why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? |
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one trial down in Spanos County
ladies always turn up to watch them fall and the hands they bind you they bind you like you want to be broken but the land is comin', babe it's coming up golden gold and silver streaks when you hit them you can't buy sand in the gross land don't say what to make 'em feel they got take it off my wrists Jacob you move up my wrists Jacob you move..when you move you don't move! you don't moooove!! alright i want a cigarette all those trials and things they try to do while wondering over why we're insane damn land ho(?), won't you? |
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Bring on the clouds
Why you why you why you why you why you why you wait? Head for your daughter, head for your daughter See what you bring Head on the cloud Why you why you why you why you wait Head for your daughter head for your daugh- your mum Said one rosey lain on your neck So patiently wait... Yeah! Before you go You gotta hand! OOOOH ?? It takes one child lain hold her time for me Easy-easy-easy-e GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! C'mon! GO! Here it comes There's a mount' And if you look around You better shout You guys are looking down On the ground When I ?? ?? Down Later Later Later Later I got the DC And I love candy pumpkins I know DC And all the black shit buckets And the capital And the capital sucks Like a captial should Everyone and every tan Don't mention brussels Don't mention antwerp Don't mention bruges Don't mention black orange, black orange, etc. Orange black, ornage black Is the man Are the men Orange black ... |
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