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I am cold, distant, increasingly resistant to your smile
And this I don't deny You are bold, beautiful, I'm always going to be in love with you Amphetamines or none You say - Give it to me straight Well I already did There isn't any more And what pale fire I ever had is gone But you don't want to hear that in a song Music in a foreign language Words that we don't understand Melodies won't come between us And even if you wanted - we can't sing along La la la... I heard a voice - resonant, born of Scandinavian descent I didn't comprehend a single word, sentence My stunted sensibility content To listen without words I'll try to give it to you straight My heart is almost full - there's not a lot of space And so forgive me if I'm less than awed By your world weary twenty-six year old Music in a foreign language Words that we don't understand Melodies won't come between us And even if you wanted - we can't sing along La la la... You say I'm dry - a scientist No mate for the lioness you are Yes - I can hear you roar |
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| 2. |
| 4:08 |
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Clearly you can see that I am bleeding
Clearly you can see my clothes are torn Clearly this demands an explanation Only I can offer none My other life Witnesses have placed me at the crime scene Forensic evidence concurs Samples taken from under my fingernails Support the prosecution's case My other life Analysis has failed to find a motive Hypnotists have failed to beak the code Journalists are camped out on my doorstep Perchance that I might slip and drop the key My other life Welcome to my made for TV movie I look strangely placid on the stand You can be the judge and you the jury Consider please the allegations My other life I slip away to my other life With no regret or remorse Happy and gay in my other life No need to wake me Monday morning From my other life |
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| 3. |
| 4:07 |
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Just another bunch of torn down college graduates
Trying to find a place to set down for a while Too pumped up to fake it Too belligerent to take it sitting down Early town Just another bunch of would be desperadoes Failing to pace themselves against the grain Strung out on semantics Holiday Inn vigilantes Late night, early town Oh, Los Angeles How do you sleep? You seem so full of cocaine and self belief If I could get me some I'd take it and I'd run Oh, but it's just another Late night, early town Is t too late to be post modern lovers? Is it too late to straighten out the show? The sky is turning grey and now the afterparty fades We're coming down on an early town Oh, Los Angeles How do you sleep? You seem so full of cocaine and self belief If I could get me some I'd take it and I'd run Oh, but it's just another Late night, early town Late night, early town Am I supposed to sleep Here all alone? Beneath the shadow of the minibar With the promise of a Spectravision girl A Spectravision girl Oh, those Spectravision girls... |
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| 4. |
| 3:22 |
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Lying here between your progeny and your Visa card statement
Beside the coffee stained torn envelope We took your facsimile and we pinned it to the wall Here on the other side of the world You call here when it's 3 AM and we hear music playing You call here and you don't have time to talk You call in on your cell phone but you're cutting out Here on the other side of the world You send in electronic mail transmissions Dispatches from your colonies - your Commonwealth But your syntax is distracted and your sideways happy face Is not on the other side of the world from the girl with the starry eyes and the easy smile she's just sitting there Could I stay a while? Lying here between your progeny and your Visa card statement Beside the coffee stained torn envelope We took your facsimile and we pinned it to the wall Here on the other side of the world |
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| 3:16 |
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Rather than you, she said
I prefer solitude Rather the company I prefer cigarrettes Even Los Angeles Suffers occasionally Do you have somewhere to stay? But no more love songs Not for me I gave er whisky And she gave me everything There was a boy, she said Beautiful, eloquent He went to Spain And where he went, she went No Joan of Arc She was broken discarded And that was a long time ago Still, no more love songs No more love songs stil, you might as well live I'll drink to harmony Peace and disarmament I'll dance the victory waltz But no more love songs No more |
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| 3:13 |
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Didn't I promise always to
Shelter and protect you Didn't I answer - Yes I do Well, today I'm not so sure Didn't the stars shine awful bright then Didn't I look into your eyes and Didn't I swear I'd always be there Well, yeah, yeah, yeah Today I'm not so sure Today I'm not so sure Wasn't the world much younger then Isn't the word indifferent Wich Best describes this man in descent Caught beteween love And what I meant Didn't I promise always to Shelter and protect you Didn't I answer - Yes I do Well, today I'm not so sure Didn't the stars shine awful bright then Didn't I look into your eyes and Didn't I swear I'd always be there Well, yeah, yeah, yeah Today I'm not so sure |
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| 3:16 |
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I'm freezing cold because I've been out all night
I guess I left without my coat I just got to walking round and round your block Very, very rock and roll Remember when you said you're my best friend If that's the best that I've got And any time I needed anything Well, I guess I need to cash that cheque I guess I had another bright idea Why don't I share it with you I went right up and knocked on Trouble's door And they said - Mister, we've been waiting for you Could you be my alibi Could you drive my getaway car? Get me out of jail free Baby, you and me? I'm freezing cold because I've been out all night I guess I left without my coat I just got to walking round and round your block Very, very rock and roll Could you be my alibi Could you drive my getaway car? Get me out of jail free Baby, you and me? |
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| 8. |
| 5:03 |
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People just ain't no good
I think that's well understood You can see it everywhere you look People just ain't no good We were married under cherry trees Under blossom we made our vows All the blossoms come sailing down Through the streets and through the playgrounds The sun would stream on the sheets Woken by the morning bird We'd buy the Sunday newspapers And never read a single word People they ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good Seasons came, seasons went The winter stripped the blossoms bare A different tree now lines the streets Shaking its fists in the air The winter slammed us like a fist The windows rattling in the gales To which she drew the curtains Made out of her wedding veils People they ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good at all To our love send a dozen white lilies To our love send a coffin of wood To our love let all the pink-eyed pigeons coo That people they just ain't no good To our love send back all the letters To our love a valentine of blood To our love let all the jilted lovers cry That people they just ain't no good It ain't that in their hearts they're bad They can comfort you, some even try They nurse you when you're ill of health They bury you when you go and die It ain't that in their hearts they're bad They'd stick by you if they could But that's just bullshit, baby People just ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good at all People they ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good at all |
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| 2:58 |
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I hear they have the good drugs in Brazil
Maybe I'll take some Maybe I'll feel better if I do In Brazil I hear they're pretty laissez-faire down there But me I'm so uptight Taken unaware - well, I just might In Brazil I hear they have the good drugs in Brazil Maybe I'll take some Maybe I'll feel better if I do In Brazil |
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| 10. |
| 5:11 |
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I am consumed by delusions of grandeur
I'm fallen prey to the beautiful girl I have seen romance in the obvious quarters And I have painted myself into that world I have constructed my own personal Babel But many passages remain out of print Leaving me in an unresolved sentence Without an idea of where it went I have developed an unnatural candour In contradiction to all I hold dear I think of myself as tall and silent This little voice is all that I hear Now the night's drawing in I'm your unworthy friend At the untimely end of a lifetime Thinking I might hold on to my first marriage I learned the language of the self obsessed It was only later at the post-grad parties That it rewarded me with great success No longer waiting for my prayers to be answered No longer waiting for my publisher's call No longer charming in my reminiscence Only immersed in a faint afterglow Now the night's drawing in I'm your unworthy friend At the ungodly end of a lifetime |
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