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You can't believe
The way the wind's talking to the sea I heard that someone said it before I don't care, I can't walk away I can't walk away In Chinatown The wind and the rain To your detriment you try to explain A government swallowed up in the squall I can't walk away, at all In Chinatown You can't believe Though I'm sure somebody's said it before I know you and I know the score I can't walk away you can't walk away I can't walk away you can't walk away I can't walk away you can't walk away I can't walk away you can't walk away I can't walk away |
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| 4:07 |
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You terrify the land.
You are pestle and mortar Your first love's new order Mother Nature's Son King Of The Everglades Population 1 I write poetry for myself I write poetry for myself You're a permanent figure of jacked up sorrow I want you to love me You send me a coffin of roses I guess that's the way that things go These days Take pills, for instance I heard they're no good for you I won't and I never will she said I won't and I never will I won't and I never will I won't and I never will I won't and I never will Blue Eyes Oh, baby can't you see they had it in for me They had it in for me they had it in for me Oh, baby can't you see they had it in for me They had it in for me Blue Eyes I sent a message in a bottle to the press It said Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves I've thumbed through the books on your shelves I've thumbed through the books on your shelves I've thumbed through the books on your shelves I've thumbed through the books on your shelves Blue Eyes |
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| 4:24 |
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A savage night at the opera
Another savage night at the club Let's face it old souls like us are being born to die It's not a war till someone loses an eye Yes, I'm familiar with your scene Some would say shockingly uptight 21 gun salute to the Fallen Birds Of The Sky I heard their record it's alright Hey, Infinite Sense Of Value Hey, Infinite Sense Of Value Hey, Mystic Prince Of The Purlieu At Night I heard your record it's alright You'll never guess just what I've seen A horse abandoned midstream Quatrain etched on a dirtpile Quatrain etched hey that's your style You'll never guess just where I've been A life abandoned midstream Quatrain etched on a turnstile Just set the loop and then go wilder |
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| 8:26 |
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Brown paper bag
don't stop me now I'm on a roll Plain brown wrapper in your pocket. Is it still the invisible man you're consorting with Woman Now that you got it all wrong You got it all Backwards Girl Enter through the exit and exist through the entrance When you can Seen you consort with your invisible manhole Fool child you're never gonna make it. New York City just wants to see you naked And they will Though they'd never say so Wise, old, black and dead in the snow My southern sister Sister, Sister was the name of the band Flesh and blood my death close at hand Sister This is not about me and it's not about you I swear No hard feelings nothing personal, soft sculpture rides the air, For free Words words words Longings longings longings All in vain Just ask Vanity abandoned out in the rain By the world another proud American And as proud Americans we let it slide away Harmless little Negress You got to say yes To another excess Let's go for a ride today In possession of eyes that's it In possession of eyes that's it A southern bunkhouse blue skies up above A kindly figure of feminine grace and wit passes for love These days All that slender-wristed white translucent business Passes for love, these days Mushhead genius Passes for love, these days Four more years Four more years Four hundred more years of this shit Fuck it I look up I see the North Star I look up I see the North Star When I look up at the bar through these tears Four white pillars Yankee-style All of America loves to lights his pipes All of America live to light his pipe at night To which Dixie responds Freeeee Me And unlashes his sashes Again Maybe or maybe not fast forward she said Maybe once the seed is sown fast forward she said This bird has flown south she said Don't talk about the south she said It's not you it's nothing personal No hard feelings nothing's there Soft sculpture rides hard on the air Now that you got it all wrong You got it all backwards girl Enter through the exit and exit through the entrance When you can |
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| 3:26 |
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I was poor in love
I was poor in wealth. I was okay in everything else there was Oh, I was poor in love I was poor in love I was poor in love. I was poor in wealth. I was okay in everything else there was Oh, I was poor in love I was poor in love She took me aside and said Look I don't do this every day You got style All you've got in style I can see it from a mile away Oh, I was poor in love. I was poor in love You were born okay Rich in name alone Your Jesuit profile will suit The coming apocalypse Oh, I was poor in love Poor in love Why does everybody sing along Why does everybody sing along When we built this city on Ruins Why does everybody sing along Why does everybody sing along When we built this city On Ruins On ruins On ruins On Ruins |
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| 6:18 |
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Wasting your days
Chasing some girl's alright Chasing cocaine Through the backrooms of the world all night Wasting your days Chasing some girl's alright Chasing cocaine Through the backrooms of the world all night Sounds, Smash Hits Melody Maker, NME All sound like a dream to me All sound like a dream to me All sounds like a dream Sounds, Smash Hits Melody Maker, NME All sound like a dream to me All sound like a dream to me All sounds like a dream Step out of your toga and into the fog You are a prince on the ocean In a pinch, in the sky in your eye Step out of your toga into the ocean Look they got your prints on the fog In a pinch, in the sky in your eye in the sky, in your eye In a pinch, in the sky in your eye I wrote a song for america who know I wrote a song for america who know who know |
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| 4:29 |
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I wrote a song for America
they told me it was clever, Jessica's gone on vacation on the dark side of town forever Who knew Who knew I wrote a song for America they told me it was clever, Jessica's gone on vacation on the dark side of town forever Who knew Who knew I wrote a song for America they told me it was clever Jessica's gone on vacation on the dark side of town forever Who knew Who knew Who knew Who knew Winter, spring, summer and fall Animals crawl towards death's embrace. Winter, spring summer, fall, unspeakable In a park, on a Sunday just wasted in the rain Winter, spring, summer and fall Animals crawl towards death's embrace. Winter, spring, summer, fall unspeakable In a park on a Sunday just wasted in the rain Winter, spring, summer and fall, Animals crawl, towards death's embrace. Winter, spring, summer, fall unspeakable In a park, on a Sunday just wasted in the rain |
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Trackback from :: IAM (Imagine All that Music) :: 2012-01-19 10:48:37
Subject : Destroyer - Kaputt, 터보 - 어느 째즈바
