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| 1. |
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Pigs, they tend to wiggle when they walk
the infrastructure rots and the owners hate the jocks with their agents and their dates if the signatures are checked you'll just have to wait and we're counting up the instants that we save tired nation so depraved from the cheap seats see us wave to the camera it took a giant ramrod to raze the demon settlement but high-ho silver, ride high-ho silver, ride take another ride to see me home listen to me! i'm on the stereo stereo oh my baby baby baby baby babe gave me malaria hysteria what about the voice of geddy lee how did it get so high? i wonder if he speaks like an ordinary guy? (i know him and he does!) and you're my fact-checkin' cuz (Aww...) well focus on the quasar in the mist the kaiser has a cyst and i'm a blank want list the qualms you have and if they stick they will drown you in a crick in the neck of a woods that was populated by tired nation on the fly everybody knows advice that was give out for free lots of details to discern lots of details but high-ho silver ride high-ho silver ride takes another ride to make me oh, get off the air i'm on the stereo stereo oh my baby baby baby baby baby babe gave me malaria hysteria |
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| 2. |
| 3:49 |
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Blind date with the chancer
we had oysters and dry lancers when the check 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 your god, oh his god, over 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 we 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 Stress surrounds in 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 your god, oh his god, oh her 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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| 3. |
| 3:50 |
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You better find your way out, you better learn how to run
You better walk away, and leave the angles for the shills Well I've been thinking for days about the means and the ways that I could hate all I touch I know you're my lady but I could trickle, I could flood A voice coach taught me to sing, he couldn't teach me to love All the above Easy talkin' border blockin' transport is arranged Praise the grammar police, set me up with your niece Walk to Baltimore, and keep the language off the street Well I'm of several minds, I am the worst of my kind I wanna cremate the crutch I know you're my lady but phone calls could corrupt the morning I heed the surgeon's warning -- pillars of eights I swung my fiery sword, I vent my spleen at the lord He is abstract and bored -- too much milk and honey Well I'll waltz through the wilderness with nothing but a compass and a canteen Settin' the scenes Easy walkin' border blockin' transport is arranged |
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| 4. |
| 2:37 |
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The actress is always breaking things
the things you made and she took you for And I'm so tired -- I'd be lying -- I hope the prarie buys you more The fitness coast is growing near the shores they don't stay blond this year That's why the marble lawns stay clear and warm in time I want to stay but my time is wasting The magic lands call my name They want to fire a missle launcher But I know I need to stay We all know that by staying here it'll be a good high this year So what's the use to staying there if you've got no use for time The fitness coast is growing near the shores they don't stay blond all year the continent moves with growing fears It's all for expensive lawn I want to stay but my time is wasting The magic lawns call my name I want to fire a missle launcher But I know I need to stay I know I need to stay (and fight the day.) I know I need to stay (and fight the day.) I know I need to stay (and fight the day.) I know I need to stay (and fight the day.) |
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| 5. |
| 3:21 |
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Embrace the senile genius
Watch him reinvent the wheel I don't need your summary acts, summary acts to give into the narrative age Old to begin -- I will set you back, set you back, set you Old to begin -- I will set you back, set you back, set you We get to feeling like a fixture Set in 1966 -- time came that we drifted apart Drifted apart to find an identical twin Old to begin -- I will set you back, set you back, set you Old to begin -- I will set you back, set you back, fella Searching for latent cause -- blame it on menopause Or perhaps stress and strain -- credit cards, lumbar pain But I've seen your double dares everything extraordinaire I know the things you do are gonna come back |
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| 6. |
| 5:18 |
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Sherri, you smell different
Get up early in the bed -- for you morning comes so easy Spells have been cast and the urge has been lost Snipers posted bills -- as they should -- of our midnight vacation Back on the planet now -- I'm beginning to see just how Echelon your dreams and they'll come true Type slowly One of us is a cigar stand -- and one of us is a lovely blue incandescent guillotine The edge of creation is blurred and blushed Not a lot of room to grow inside this leather terrarium People of the bay -- it is excruciatingly gray Face the front when he comes for you Type slowly Cherish your memorized weakness Fashioned from a manifesto -- lady, I am no futurist I'm my only critic, I Trolls in the glen are consorting again The liberals say they don't exist but I know that they do Reinforce your literal ass -- hit it on the first or second pass Frozen images, respected few Type slowly |
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| 3:50 |
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Old intuition -- on your dock we're fishin'
Come on now, give us a grade A for effort, and a B for delivery C for devotion when the world starts encroaching on your plans Where is the savoir, where is the savoir -- he's not here right now Where is the savoir, where is the savoir-faire? Embassy row -- the fumes they lay low On lanes that are wide -- where the limousines glide On the wrought-iron gates and the bone china plates And don't forget your manners where the anthems play In a netherworld of foreign feeds In a netherworld of foreign feeds In a netherworld of foreign feeds I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take a crown Maids, they are frisked -- and asses are kissed I needed a visa -- I bought off a geezer Political favors could make you a savior In an open corner where the news is late In a netherworld of foreign feeds In a netherworld of foreign feeds In a netherworld of foreign feeds I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna take a crown, I'm gonna take a crown I need to get born, I need to get dead I'm sick of the forms, I'm sick of being misread By men in dashikis and their lefist weeklies Colonized wrath -- their shining new path The converted castle of moorish design If you want to stay the weekend, well, we wouldn't mind The plots they are hatching, the surface is scratching In an open corner where the news is late In a netherland of foreign beads In a netherland of foreign beads In a netherland of foreign beads I'm gonna take you down, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown |
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| 8. |
| 3:32 |
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A welcome to my friends:
This house is a home and a home's where I belong Where the feelings are warm and the foundations are strong If my soul has a shape, well, then it is an ellipse And this slap is a gift 'Cause your cheeks have lost their lustre You know, your cheeks have lost their lustre You know, your cheeks have lost their lustre You know, your cheeks have lost their lustre, lustre, lustre, lustre Take it back -- send return out of time Tape machine needs to be aligned Aloha means goodbye, and also hello -- it's in how you inflect Put the bark in the dog, and you've got a guardian When the capital's S, it is followed by a T -- and it's probably me And the tones are grouped in clusters You know, the tones are grouped in clusters Well the tones are grouped in clusters You know the tones are grouped in clusters, clusters, clusters, clusters Take it back -- kiss me into the past Lately never gonna last |
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| 9. |
| 4:11 |
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Out beyond the call of duty --
hold your instincts hostage and stick near me Let's drink a toast -- it's the most I can stand to cry about The mental energy you wasted on this wedding invitation Let's thank the host -- you've been such a perfect host The roast was just so perfectly prepared Now I know you care -- now I know you care We are underused We are underused Simply put, I want to grow old -- dying does not meet my expectations Let's drink a toast to all those who arrived alive to tell About their struggles in hushed tones around a fire It's late winter -- let's sink the ship, mix our blood, just the tip A crip is sleeping on the basement stairs Oh, I know he's there -- oh, I know he's there We are underused We are underused, yeah (We are underused.) (We are underused.) (We are underused.) (We are underused.) We are under, under, under, under, underused! (We are underused.) We are under, under, under, under, underused! (We are underused.) |
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| 3:50 |
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You know you've got it all wrong -- there's no other way to find it
You know you gotta be strong -- and I really hope you plan to buy it 'Cause that's the way to Passat, babe And that's the car to his soul He will bring you all the millions in gold, child -- if you will only let him have his role Everybody wishes you'd gone -- I've got no time to find it And the dealer with the jingly song will never match my price reduction 'Cause that's the way to Passat, babe And that's the car to his soul He will bring you all the millions in gold if you will only let him have his role Yeah, you gotta be strong -- there's no other way to fund it All the plantings are young and able -- and I hope you find a way to buy it 'Cause that's the way to his heart, babe And that's the way to his soul You got to give him millions in gold, child -- before I go the way of the sold And that's the way to his heart, babe And that's the way to his soul You've got to give him millions in gold, child -- before I go the way of the sold |
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| 3:06 |
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I heard what you said -- the leaders are dead
They're robbing the skies -- I can hear their followers cry: Ah -ooh -- starlings in the slipstream Ah -ooh -- starlings in the slipstream Ah -ooh -- starlings in the slipstream Ah -ooh -- starlings in the slipstream The language of influence is cluttered with hard hard C's And I put a spy-cam in a sorority Ah-ooh -- darlings on the split-screen Ah-ooh -- darlings on the split-screen Ah-ooh -- darlings on the split-screen Ah-ooh -- darlings on the split-screen Ah-ooh There's no women in Alaska There's no Creoles in Vermont There's no coast of Nebraska My mother, I forgot Slavic princess with a rose in her teeth Do you suppose she would bite you if she could? Insane cobra split the wood Trader of the lowland breed Call a jittney, drive away In the slipstream we will stay Stay away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away |
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| 12. |
| 5:23 |
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Open call for prison architects
Send me your blueprints ASAP Stack the walls such that I cannot breathe Man is breedin' forever, because of the weather I hope soon to leave from the east No more absolutes, no more absolutes Stick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent and run along, Leigh Amateur seasalt gatherers colonized They're good enough for Conrad Hilton, not good enough for my eyes I trust you will tell me if I am making a fool of myself Man is breedin' forever, breedin' forever, they come out and blister the sea, oh yeah |
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| 3:11 |
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