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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
there is no castration feeling
in a chair you will be with me we'll dance [x4] but no one will dance with us in this zany town chim-chim-chim-cheerie sing a song of praise for your elders, they're in the back pick out some brazilian nuts for your engagement check that expiration date, man, it's later than you think you can't enjoy yourself, i can't enjoy myself [x2] move that swing and watch it break, strength like an ox but i won't be there to leave you ah-ah-ah 'cause i don't have a clue anymore maybe we could dance [x3] together together together together first time you'll see and then you'll be five times forever and you'll never get lost |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
know that i could
bend my tongue outwards leave your lungs hurting tucking my shirt in to pants i wear so well cross your t's -shirt smell worse than you're lying caught my dad crying loose like the wind from the rough we get par sleek city woman and waiting to spar well i'm drowning for your thirst [x4] getting off on the candelabra we call her Barbara breeding like larva she rabblerousin' dental surf combat get out those hard hats and sing me some scat late lovin' god (?) she's a-changing her tune i don't need a minister to call me a groom but i'm rattled by the rush [x4] wOoOoOoOoOo no soap in the john (x4) makes you wanna say your prayers... (rattled by the rush) |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
sunday driving past your own hall of fame
it's closed on weekdays, shut for good pick out no one when you're talkin' felt like rattlesnakes were walkin' no one has a clue the parting shots, the thin caught fault line dancing across the frigid air shafts a spastic grass, a criminal's child count to ten and read until the lights begin to bleed lights; til you actually a-see the rays and your thoughts they start turning tells you lessons that you're learning no one has a clue the gauzy thoughts of those dirty scots wrestling with the elements up on the trail high i need to know where does it go? how do i get there? what will i find? (fun fun fun, fun for the summertime blues) (it's gonna set you free) |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
it's so funny we went right down to the store
we got the money so we'll put you down we got the money, we got the money, we got the money we got the money, we got money, we got the money ho! we got the money now and i won't even let you hoooooo.... |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
doctors leaving for the holiday season
got crystal ice picks, no gift for the gab and in the parking lots --is this the den 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 fawn 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 candelight 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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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
Frequently called numbers
snorin when you slumber Everyone, knows you do why won't you admit it Screw you! and take it all force fed integration from the corporation I don't need this corporation attitude I believe I will never leave your serpentine pad darling when you wake up better ask the grown ups if they have posed'm twice leave them and lead other lives Think it might be another thing that i would want to know but i don't know if I should, if I could and if I would any way I beleive I will never leave your serpentine pad |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
i traced my family line
it ends up where the window-passing grainy days forgetting she's away here's the straight and narrow: brought my wheelbarrow and it's filled with the lies and the dirt and the hurt but i won't need someone to let me be i won't need someone to let me be up up the counting thrones and the voice could soothe your captivate the senses like a ginger ale rain those who've got the mirror curse the tainted pharaohs take off! respect fun, you might learn how it runs but i won't need someone to let me be no i won't need someone to let me be [x2] no i won't need someone to let me go let me breathe |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
rotten device, i'll say it twice
i'm too much i'm too much comforted here costs too much too much, we'll leave you everywhere eyes, nowhere to die no place to shove your sharpened heel i'm looking looking for a tired face in case you wanted to go i know, i'm breathing in to the end calling the bluffs, talking so tough goodbye to the ugly steeple fear good times for ever after i'm just a man you see who i am i'm binding my hooks and open the books dirty black hearts angel of corpus cristi you're so misty, tell me what i want to hear i know i'm reeling in...[x2] to the end [x4] i know i'll never know [x2] |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
the expedition has fifty goes
40 roses i neglect make you way way way way way way way far away where you stay where you play where do you play? can you say what you need when you really need it? are you gonna feel it? lady i know-know-know you don't no prices for your petty crime if i should function two layer under around the circle luxury is so tough so toughen up, toughen up, i'm a -toughen up tonight we interact like seperate worlds spoken variants you hurl saw you hurl |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
come on in...
grave architecture (x2) walk the marble malls [?] the monuments to those who fall and it's a pocket less than narco shell-bit stiff the crypt and the others are rough and the hood's so rad and i'm fucking glad glad to see that, know what it means it takes a lot grave architecture (x2) stroll past the strip is it old? am i clipped? am i just a bathtub waiting to be gripped or found on shady ground? and the lampshade's poised on the overwhelm drugs, and need the talent to breathe it takes a lot oh yeah, you wanna be like a blind fish positive, we're positive-- go! takes a lock-grip, baby to put you to war and i'm pushin' you back than ever ??? that'll push you hard it takes em...... |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
maybe somone's gonna save me
my heart is made of gravy and the laps i swim from lunatics don't count open up your stocking pull out all the things you never wanted 'til room service calls room service calls open up your hands and let me see the things you keep in there i want to split up fifty-fifty that's the way we do it in this rogue's town i've got all the glory in the world and i hope it doesn't floor you before you go room service calls in the random falls -- go! whenever (x6) eve eve ever i feel fine i'm gonna walk away from All This, all That. the groovy groovy kitty and little little pity with your slipshed (?) watch in back and skinny skinny people don't like that when you call on them spell me. spritzer on ice in new york city isn't it a pity? you never had anything to mix with that listen to the tender behind the open chest in the hall room service calls i'm blue 'n green, green and blue-oooo whenever (x4) ne ne ne ne never ho i feel fi-i-ine, i'll walk the plank for you i'll walk the plank i wore your ?plank? for you in the d-d-d-d-dark of the captain (seder row?) Jacob, Jacob Javitz, i'd like to thank you for everything primarily your glass house i'm workin' the ballin' stores 'n i'm cashmir wrap sellin' come along lads, join hands, 1. 2. 3. go! (guess, levis, guess, levis) whaaaahahaahahooohoaoohoo the story it goes and a distorted ghost distorted ghost |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
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, they 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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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
woke up to people so tall to you
i can't so i won't stand up chuck break luck look for the splinters you might see where they come in go down, sweet yardley i won't let you fall down, sweet yardley i won't let you fall down, here, now ah- god damn the guts and the gore nobody's crying 'cause there's no one to score for come up sweet randy i won't let you fall -what you got to lose? what you got to prove? who you gonna screw down here? ..now here now ..i am.. here now..i am... here... now... your life is about to-to come away from the mirror in a rainshed generation fight this generation (x 15 or so) stop right |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
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 ask? 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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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
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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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
ahhh!!! shit, baby.
canyon bro', your life is worked in dream about the witch trials you get all too lot of pepper in your forecast beneath the shady mezzanine keep it when you want to belong... july fourth, raging fortune dream about the witch trials send in the romance of people with their dreadlocks tied like winshields in the night keep it when you want to belong... i keep my head on for pretty jades i keep my head up for ships and shade i keep my head up for richie raid? i keep my head up for guilty rays? --(feel like i'm falling!!) allez! allez! allez! allez! allez! allez! allez! allez!... |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
your western homes are locked forever
the new frontier is not that near magnetic screens that fold in backward will only bring you years of fear this is what i always wanted, a new home with a place to breathe bring your congregation someday and you will never... never see what i want i can't see what i want can't see what i want i can't see what i want what i want can't see |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
Hey, do you need a reason
Is there a separate season From which to come out of the spring I wait all summer long And then the winter's long Then it's longer than afterwards I don't need a timekeeper I don't need an interlocuter And baby you'll look a little cuter Day by day, day by day If you need a trademark for your sound You'd better look around Treat it like a window not a do-o-or And we'll get some more ...yeah Baby I could be a squirt Loosen up your magic dirt Waiting for the excellent coming of age Maybe then you'd squirt along Squirt along, squirt along Whattcha wanna do So easily fooled You are so easily fooled So easily fooled Come on now, marry me Please marry me Hey, I just want some respect I might be enough to cover you up And hold you down Next to me and then run you around Look at me once you might see that the color is red Blurring up your eyes and your head Coppertones and empire home Everybody needs a home Takes centuries to build And seconds to fall I wait so patiently for you to fall fall fall fall But you never fall Jimmy coconut I am the coconut, etc Buying the coconut,etc |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
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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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
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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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
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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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
Hey, you need an A for ef-fort
But I give you a B for delivery, my friend You are too late and I need to es-cape To my private apartment And my gross, gross television set It's new and it's current It's got blue and it's currant is hot special, special director's cut Just for you my friend of friends Blas-ted con-cept and my cherry area Is just a little scary to be around right now So keep away my friend Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Watch that hand my friend You're in a sac-red environment You're in a sac-red environment, oh whoa I need to go I need to go I need to... |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
increase mather told her dad yeah
"i roundly disagree with you you're vocal style's to preachy all the yokels mock your teaching." but cotton, he was just so oblivious to all their cutting pleas. soon the townfolk took to it, in every pew they looked to him for guidance just like eyeless lambs awaiting that ol' kabob stand the skeptics formed the nation's born they want to have it, cotton's dream but increase had them mounted and they burned on open fires so the word spread just like small pox in the sudan the gentry cried: "give it a day," x6 years and years have passed since the puritans invaded our soul just like those arab terrorists you'll never know. but today the gods can't make us quake, we see our lives as situations eyes are eyes and teeth are teeth, well mine are rotten underneath. i got two ways we can separate from the clan. if i could fly...i...could...fry. i hope you profited from this bulliten and it stabilized your land you're drenched, you're fired, (you gentrified?) your alzheim clan, but your father is another one of them i don't wanna mention him again, cause i talked to him last night, he hates my guts we had a fight. and he called you a slut girl, why's that? what did you do to him to make him think...? |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
donnybrook between two gangsters and a bunch of merry pranksters.
two against a .22, well who d'ya think is gonna win that...fight. fight? ten ta one it's the gangsters, those pranksters they can't even fight! gangsters like their knuckles bloody pranksters spike the drinks of their buddies gangsters treat their ladies right and pranksters curse their chick-less plight (aw man, there's no dames) I'VE GOT ALL THIS HARVARD LSD WHY WON'T ANYONE FUCK ME ?!? |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
greaayayayayt, great seekers of violence go away.
oh greaayayayayat, great seekers of violence go away. are you a cheater in love with you ___ish i know too well the company you keep. 'cause the proof's in the pudding, you never should pray unless you believe. oh greaayayayayat, great seekers of violence go away. 'cause you're the greayayayayt, great seekers of violence go away. well i would like to sag along to saganaw with a canvas duffel bag under my arm. cause the country songs blessed me with influence and power and truth. oh..............ay........... |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
everyone is carrying on in this house
afraid to live there? i can't even watch the things you do and the people you know. a groovy scene in australia, i will move; take my surfboard maybe i'll groove noise addicts and other folks, oh yeah! our hearts were blanketed with it all, and then i took off the blanket and saw the petty shawl you bought for me you're gorgeous; i'm pretty handsome too? we make a pair, me and you me and you forever...on and on and on and on me and you forever on and on. |
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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
Ice baby,
I saw your girlfriend and she was eating her fingers like they're just another meal but she waits there in the levee washes mixin' cocktails with a plastic-tipped cigar My eyes stick to all the shiny roses you wear on the protein delta strip in an abandoned house but i will wait there i'll be waiting forever... i'll wait and wait and wait... Minerals, ice deposits daily, dropped off the first shiny robe i've got a lot of things i want to sell, but not here, babe-- tortuuurreeee... every time i sit around i find i'm shot every time i sit around i find i'm shot every time i turn around i find i'm shot every time i sit around i find i'm shot every time every time... you're my... summer babe summer babe |
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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
Lies and betrayals
Fruit-covered nails Electricity and lust won't break the door I've got a heavy coat- it's filled with rocks and sand And if i lose it i'll be comin' back today (i've got a message for you) i'll be comin' back today (i keep it in my hand) you know i'm comin' back one day (i've got a sister or two) and i'll be comin' back today ex-magician, still knows the tricks tricks are everything to me until it's free- i've got a trigger cut and i can't pull it back but if i learn how i'll be coming back today (i've got a message for you) i'll be coming back today (i keep it in my hand) you just look at me and say (i've got a sister or two) you know i wish you went away i learned the truth the truth of the words truth i made for you because it's just as good and if i spit it out before i chew the ring i'll rearrange it 'til it looks just right today (i've got a message for you) and i'll be comin' back back my way (i keep it in my hand) you will look at me and say (i've got a sister or two) you just wish i went away |
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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
take me down from the ridge where the summer ends
watch the city spread out just like a jet's flame i've got a secret for you, i cut your angel in two i left her bleeding and soaked it with a dry sponge no life has singed her now [3x] (i can see it fade) we've got a license to live, it's our only one if it expires we float up to the dust haze i've got a picture of you, i cut your angel in two i saw her spinning and dripping on your new dress no life has singed her now [3x] (i can see it fade) |
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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
can you treat it like an oil well
when it's underground, out of sight? and if the sight is just a whore sign can it make enough sense to me? pretend the table is a trust knot we'll put our labels down, faith is down i'll watch some yards of twine unravel and you'll never get it back it's what i want (it's what i want) it's what i want (twine comes down) it's what i want (it's what i want) don't you know, i could make you try make you try [3x] i've been crowned the king of it, and it is all we have so wait to hear my words and they're diamond sharp i can open it up and it's up and down it's what i want (it's what i want) i see your bag like a little dog [?](ball of twine) don't you know that it's what i want (it's what i want) i'll see your bag and it makes you try makes you try [3x] i've been down, the king of it, is all we have i've been down and i could wait to hear the words they're diamond sharp today |
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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
i can't sing it strong enough
'cause that kind of strength i just don't have if you watch the light change don't hold them hanging you think it's easy, but you're wrong i am not one-half of the problem zurich is stained and it's not my fault just hold me back or let me run what does it mean, a mistake or two? if it's the kind of mistakes no one can trace to the fountain where we sold it and held them hanging you think it's easy, but you're wrong i am not one-half of the problem zurich is stained and it's not my fault just hold me back or let me run you think it's easy, but you're wrong i am not one-half of the problem zurich is stained and it's not my fault just hold me back or let me run |
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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
I'm bogged, I'm bogged down
I am bogged down I'm bogged down I am, I am bogged down |
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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
how can i [3x]
make my body shed for you? how can i [3x] make my body shed around your metal scars loretta's scars [3x] from now on i can see the sun makes me nervous, makes me run from now on i can see the sun makes me nervous, makes me run how can i [3x] make my body shed for you? how can i [3x] make my body shed around your metal scars loretta's scars [3x] from now on i can see the sun makes me nervous, makes me run from now on i can see the sun makes me nervous, makes me run from now on i can see the sun i can see the sun etc. |
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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
i was dressed for success
but success it never comes and i'm the only one who laughs at your jokes when they are so bad and your jokes are always bad but they're not as bad as this come join us in a prayer we'll be waiting waiting where everything's ending here and all the sterile striking it defends an empty dock you cast away and rain upon your forehead where the mist's for hire if it's just too clear let's spend our last quarterstance randomly go down to the outlet once again painted portraits of minions & slaves crotch mavens and one night plays are they the only ones who laugh? at the jokes when they are so bad and the jokes they're always bad but they're not as bad as this come join us in a prayer we'll be waiting waiting where everything's ending here and all the spanish candles unsold away have gone to this and a "run-on piece of mount on" trembles, shivers, runs down the freeway i guess she spent her last quarter randomly i guess a guess is the best i'll do last time last time was the best time |
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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
two states!
we want two states north and south two, two states 40 Million Daggers! [x4] two states! we want two states there's no culture there's no spies 40 million daggers! [x4] |
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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
fun for an hour til the hour's gone
can one trick nights feed 40 days? in my bed at the break of dawn she shivered like a vein slashed bright and new she's got the radio active and it makes me feel ok (i don't feel ok) [x2] grip-force the vials and strip the locks smash the set & slash the beds and when it looks life a wife's ex-plot we'll cover all the rugs with cheap perfume she's got the radio active and it makes me feel ok (i don't feel ok) x2 like a docent's lisp, like a damsel's spit, like a dry gin's twist (of lime) like a poor droll sir, like a pike's dull spurs, like a pastor's flock (of sheep) |
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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
fame throwa pass out the gold,
the diamon watch the last reward, all the things we had before you sold us out and took it all head-borne cries from zenith sluts astral rites from dead-end ruts these ends are sickened wars [x2] he's one of our nation's spies he's one of our first recruits i click with her leather thighs he's one of our first recruits how can you know? in the distance lies a grower, n? Rudolph, king fame throwa, son of groupie, bed-worn sexan spent his cash convincing us that the desert was a starscape took our lives for satellites so we could cry: naked, naked, foul. he's one of our nation's spies he's one of our first recruits i click with her leather thighs he's one of our first recruits |
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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
i've got one holy life to live
i've got one holy life to give i've got one holy life to live i've got one holy life to give [repeat] |
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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
i've been waitin'
anticipatin' sun comes up the skies won't sink my soul i've dreamt of this, but it never comes, but it never comes the risin! nature's cry-- fo! i've been dreamin' spaced out but dreamin' sun comes up blisters burn my soul i'm dreamin' of somethin' now of somethin' now the risin'! the nature's cry and all they really want |
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from Pavement - Terror Twilight (1999)
However you feel, whatever it takes
Whenever it's real, whatever awaits Whatever you need, however so slight Whenever it's real, whenever it's right I've been thinking long and hard about the things you said to me Like a bitter stranger Now I see the long, the short, the middle, and what's in between I could spit on a stranger Pour me out You're a bitter stranger Pour me out Whatever you feel, whatever it takes Whenever it's real, whatever awaits me Whatever you need, however so slight Wherever it leads, whenever it's right Honey, I'm a prize and you're a catch, and we're a perfect match Like two bitter strangers Now I see the long and short of it, and I can make it last I could spit on a stranger Pour me out You're a bitter stranger Pour me out Well, I could spit on a stranger Pour me out You're a bitter stranger Pour me out I see the sunshine in your eyes I'll try the things you'll never try I'll be the one that leaves you high High, high |
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from Pavement - Terror Twilight (1999)
If you enjoy the company
Of a descending family tree Well, tuck in your thoughts, it's there or it's not The feeling is mutual Well, pardon my birth, I just slipped out Origins I can't brag about A spawn of a bank inquisitor And thieves, I wish Watch out, the snitch also involves himself in blackmail One would think the interests conflict The air is so taut, I feel so thin Hot as the come to closing in Hot as the gun I'm closing in And reap the benefits Beware, the head of state says that she believes in leprechauns Irish folk tales scare the shit out of me Be as it may, I'm happy to say I'm around Miles accrued and passengers add up The message on the mirror says "stick with me" 'Cause no one's there to read your reflection when I'm gone Get it on |
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from Pavement - Terror Twilight (1999)
Tangled in the midst of all the trust
The way you pissed inside the brain file Technology drives Show me your dots now Who was it that said the world Was mainly all divorces and spare change? Let's lethalize our slingshots And swallow propane You are a light The calm in the day You are a light The calm in the day Senior year abroad I ripped the pea out of the pod In store for three months of exile in Spain Where was the danger? Watch out for the gypsy children in the electric dresses They're insane I hear they live in crematoriums And smoke your remains You are a light The calm in the day You are a light The calm in the day My drive stick, gotta love it, automatic Oh, everybody's gotta ride in something High life, lived, comatoased him, bring it on in Oh, I hope it arrives by Monday Dry ice, skid, button your slips and porridge and nippers I have to die on Sunday Irate kid, laundromat spinners, and let's act like winners And oh, gotta roam 'cause I am the isolator Gotta roam 'cause I am the isolator |
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from Pavement - Terror Twilight (1999)
So much for destiny, a pinprick on my knee
The frost you paint across our dead affair I sensed the toxic aura from the second we touched You were stitched-up venom and I was the cursed from the Vedic Time is a one-way track and I am not coming back I dream in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? Time tired, you're tainted through, wind songs and substitutes I dream in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? The afterlife is steep, we wander and retreat And everyone is after us Skirt the gaunt street hawkers with the black lemonade Keep an arrow trained on their conflicted minds 'cause they stutter Time is a one-way track and I am not coming back I dream in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? Time tired, you're tainted fruit, wind, songs and substitutes I dream in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? I bleed in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? I bleed in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? I bleed in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? I bleed in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? |
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from Pavement - Terror Twilight (1999)
Lip balm on watery clay
Relationships, hey hey hey You kiss like a rock, but you know I need it anyway Angle for the ringside seats, when they fall don't blame me Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues How you gonna tech him to walk When he can't even finish the, he can't even finish the songs Of the law, are they civilized or Satanist? Cater to my walls and see if they fall, don't leave me Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues They wear you down sometimes, kids like wine Magic Christians chew the rind 'Cause bad girls are always bad girls Let's let 'em in Darling, we're up against it And there is no time for Tie-ins, tie-ins, tie-ins, go Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues They wear you down sometimes, kids like wine Magic Christians chew the rind 'Cause bad girls are always bad girls Let 'em in |
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from Pavement - Terror Twilight (1999)
Cardiac kid, kinda like it
Kinda like it Cardiac kid don't go Chronological on all your friends First you'll cause accidents Raise the roof, make us tense Follow through to the ends And we'll rip the heart out from the defense The lion reaps his own reward Serengeti nightmare for the eco-tour You're a nice guy, and I hate you for that Thanks to people like you I'm no longer half bad Mandrake versus the snake I got it on the camera for posterity But my stolen wild orchids got cut See those sherpas chirping from the autobus It's got the right to sit on that face Well, it was put here for me because I am great I've got the right to sit on that face Everybody look at me and my wonderful place Patty, Patty, Patty, you're so catty And it's not fair because I like to doody doddy do Catty, catty, catty you're so patty And it's unfair 'cause I like to doody doddy do with you And it's unfair 'cause I like to Doody doddy doody da with you Di da di doody da with you |
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from Pavement - Terror Twilight (1999)
Billie and my friend the saint
You're perfect in so many ways But you never looked hard at a fetus in a jar You never saw your mama change And this wonderland of spite Does not shine into your night Like widows are seen as stigmatized beings Who ought to have second chance And hurricanes spin like debutantes in a trance Sue the fortune-teller Rue the rising tide General Washington Patented that skull, throw him out Ship that hollandaise Feel the heart fell of touche See the longer you tease, the stronger the needs The highs and the fruit are long Up to the one a kid Call the bluff when the money's in You're a hungry matron and you are just what I need I was tired of the best years of my life Sue the fortune-teller Rue the rising tide General Washington Patented that skull, throw him out |
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from Pavement - Terror Twilight (1999)
Speak, see, remember
The crimes it took to get you through Deadbeat December There's blood in the butter, the kitchens are closed For the holidays You know that I've got to say There's been a lot of talk since you're onto me On, Daddy, on To find in the fishes, the creatures, the air Been hanging around God loves you, but what could he do? Yeah, what could he do? Passion and a loving suggestion Gonna send you into somebody's icy arms and now Graphics will do the deal justice It's a can't lose, only two times or three or four or more To find in the love, in the creatures, the air You're hanging around God loves you, but what could he do? Quit hanging around God loves you, but what could he do? What could he do? Yeah, what could he do? The terror twilight It all to get down for it The terror twilight It all to get down for it The terror twilight It all to get down for it The terror twilight It all to get down To love, in the fine, in the creatures, the air You're hanging around God loves you, but what could he do? My friend, you're hanging around God loves you, but what could he do? What could he do? What could he do? What could he do? Buy now, develop the coast and raise the Sight lines, the oceans are moving out and Someday, develop the coast and sell the air You know if we could, we'd sell the air Stand back, expansion is what we do the best I don't see the grass and the fields I see an epicenter with agendas and you're aware they must be met I hope you're aware they must be met |
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from Pavement - Terror Twilight (1999)
Capistrano swallow
Answer to your inner voice and please return God installed that radar In your pointy little beak so you'd return Epileptic surgeons with their eyes x'ed out Attend to the torn-up kid Salivate and reckon With all the sick things that you did The secondary stumbles 'Cause the cadence of the count has led them astray Pray their intuition Leads them crashing into bodies in a perfect way But I, I saw you Reeling in a parking lot I, I saw you Rally 'round a parking lot Line up for the comfort and kick it on the bumper No, there is no leeway You're standing on the freeway in love Motion, you were destined for the pauper's grave Architecture students Are like virgins with an itch they cannot scratch Never build a building 'til you're fifty What kind of life is that? Stalled out on an escalator Wishing which way to return, up or down My Palestinian nephew Got his face blown off in a dusty craft |
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from Pavement - Major Leagues (2000)
Lip balm on watery clay
Relationships, hey hey hey You kiss like a rock, but you know I need it anyway Angle for the ringside seats, when they fall don't blame me Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues How you gonna tech him to walk When he can't even finish the, he can't even finish the songs Of the law, are they civilized or Satanist? Cater to my walls and see if they fall, don't leave me Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues They wear you down sometimes, kids like wine Magic Christians chew the rind 'Cause bad girls are always bad girls Let's let 'em in Darling, we're up against it And there is no time for Tie-ins, tie-ins, tie-ins, go Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues They wear you down sometimes, kids like wine Magic Christians chew the rind 'Cause bad girls are always bad girls Let 'em in |
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from Pavement - Major Leagues (2000)
Your time to change, your life arranged
She's not sure what to say He's about to lose his mind today And it's all about to change, about to change I find it hard every time you stand She's not sure what to say He's about to lose his mind today And it's all about to change, about to change She's not sure how to play He's about to lose all of that And it's all about to change, about to change She found the tongue, the tongue you won She's not sure what to say He's about to lose his mind today And it's all about to change, about to change About to change About to change About to change About to change About to change About to change |
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from Pavement - Major Leagues (2000)
Lip balm on watery clay
Relationships, hey hey hey You kiss like a rock, but you know I need it anyway Angle for the ringside seats, when they fall don't blame me Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues How you gonna tech him to walk When he can't even finish the, he can't even finish the songs Of the law, are they civilized or Satanist? Cater to my walls and see if they fall, don't leave me Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues They wear you down sometimes, kids like wine Magic Christians chew the rind 'Cause bad girls are always bad girls Let's let 'em in Darling, we're up against it And there is no time for Tie-ins, tie-ins, tie-ins, go Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues They wear you down sometimes, kids like wine Magic Christians chew the rind 'Cause bad girls are always bad girls Let 'em in |
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from Pavement - Major Leagues (2000)
Parts in french:
Autre musique, la basse haut. Le passager assise de moi.(??) La nuit est tombee dans l´hyper-espace. Le temps a passe, ... a brise notre existence. Or: a-t-il brise notre existence? Or: ... brille notre existence (??) Mais savait-on encore ce qu´il veut? la seule reponse est la menace de destruction des Etats-unis. |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
you're killing me
you're killing me again it's not my fault it's not my fault again a sign, a sign, a sign on the door you're killing me you're killing me again you're killing me you're killing me again it's not my fault it's not my fault again there's a line, a line, a line for the whore you're killing me you're killing me again |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
Wasn't the question you were asking
wasn't my answer I gave that made me feel like I was on train was a distant voice made me make the choice that i had to get the fuck out of this town I got a lot of things to do a lot of places to go I got a lot of good things coming my way and im afraid to say that you're not one of them Last time I was there you were out on the couch pressed into a little electric tube it was the way that you smiled that made me know at once that i had to get the fuck out of this town cause I've decided to make a stand and I'm not taking your hand I'm taking the next bus outta here I'm gonna head to box elder |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
what i was was a pissing johnson
and what she was was a faded bombshell. maybe maybe what i was was a mark inside her hand what she was was a ten pound block. maybe maybe |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
i told her lies deceitfully
and she believed, she believed in me i told her o lip suction fragment and she believed, she believed in me i told her i was free of disease and she believed, she believed in me i told her i loved her and she believed, yeah she believed in me! |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
just cause i'm fakin
doesn't mean i'm wrong cause i bought my price yeah, no i got it at cost and there's the things i know wrote them down on your nib just remember turning it's a rapid affair you can't say it, you can't say i'm wrong. you can't say it, you can't say it, you can? say i'm wrong. won't have teeth to say i'm wrong no they won't have teeth to say i'm wrong no they won't have teeth to say i'm wrong (incoherence)i wanna better bong? oh..oh..oh..aw..aw..aw |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
Greetings, spent day riding forklift
Mother says NO. Can't I for forklift me? Want it because I need money and work time is my life not hers. But what does it mean ?? Cash ??? sweating and puking This is just a bunch of ?????? You can try again later Pay Me. But of course work sucks, so spend week in Nevada dancing with old lady full of nickels full of nickels and dimes. Makes me tired, lose myself, lose my cash but get REAL DRUNK. And then when I'm drunk I go over to dealer Bobbi from Iowa and say "Hello Bobbi, give me something more than 21." Nothing left back home with Forklift Driving past boss Kramer Age 24, Delta High Phd. "Say Mr. Kramer, tired of work, let me poof this forklift, let me puff this forklift." this i ask: that you serve as a forklift too. christmas, christmas |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
I sneezed corn flakes down to my nose
hes got a chrome-plated baby so it knows where it goes i spent a long week waiting for my laundry with steve i spent a long while waiting for my hair to recede You shouldn't hate your body cuz its part of you shouldn't hate your neighbour if he's family of man no you shouldnt hate your family cuz there part of you shouldn't hate your friends your friends your friends Everybody's got one that they can't recieve when the cat's in the kitchen there's nothing but fleas i spent a long time waiting for my hair to recede i spent a long time waiting for my hair to recede |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
My space is...
ready to be taken by the sweat up high with the fucked up eyes with the ugly face the ugly face, the ugly face, the ugly face the ugly THIGHS! we all thought you'd lose to the recorder grot and kick it! behind my back before you cross behind my back before you crash behind my back before you crack behind my back before you crack behind my back before you cross behind my back recorder grot behind my back recorder grot recorder grot, recorder grot grot! |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
Slow-Mo
Got his hand stuck in the kitchen sink It was his birthday tomorrow And he couldn't resist But he never found a sign on his second skin At least he knows how the other half lives Inside a little room about four inches wide With windows glued shut, And air that stinks But he only saw the kitchen And the bath He should be thankful So thankful That all's ok with her And I wasted No one's precious time Like I wasted, I wasted all Your precious time, precious time Was a sorry thing to do Was a sorry thing for you Cuz I wasted, I wasted it all on you! |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
My space is...
ready to be taken by the sweat up high with the fucked up eyes with the ugly face the ugly face, the ugly face, the ugly face the ugly THIGHS! we all thought you'd lose to the recorder grot and kick it! behind my back before you cross behind my back before you crash behind my back before you crack behind my back before you crack behind my back before you cross behind my back recorder grot behind my back recorder grot recorder grot, recorder grot grot! |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
from now on
i make haste to carry my skin into the arm must of ????? never less never less cuaght might grow in to a mind that eats like a big taste lie i've laid low from now on this is a joke when he sees the skin rought on me play low from now on this is a joke can i see the skin rot on a dog stray's hide |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
When they fall in
They fall in from the roof They grab on to me tightly As if I knew the way When I fight for something I fight because I care When I fight with you I fight but I don't care Everybody wants the questions to be asked The questions are the answers To questions in themselves Ask me if I really need it Ask me if you want to get hit Hit it Ask me if you want to be...fucked. |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
maybe she is
maybe she's not maybe we's we's hack cough wheeze hack cough debris slide maybe he is maybe he's not maybe I's I's in the socket eyes in the socket so i'm gonna sock it debris slide! |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
Fight for felicity for me.
You know i cannot do it myself. Stick your fingers in my mouth. Pull my lips back and watch me smile. Catch me on my troubled portion. Maybe there is something there for you. Look below her nylon stockings, snapped the double notch and left untied. Some king chooser will wind up with my number. I'll go to sleep and wait for my number to come. Deep pockets may be deeper and always had a nickel to spare. Now the blood blister's, the blister's black as she washes her hands across her chest. But if you're willing to call my machine, flip the coins and watch me light up hope the time is right for it when its done turn your back King chooser has come for my number. I'll just roll over on my back and wait for my number to come. |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
Ice baby,
I saw your girlfriend and she was eating her fingers like they're just another meal but she waits there in the levee wash she's mixin' cocktails with a plastic-tipped cigar My eyes stick to all the shiny robes you wear on the protein delta strip in abandoned house but i will wait there i'll be waiting forever... i'm waiting (waiting 8x)...(oh) Minerals, ice deposit daily, drop off the first shiny robe i've got a lot of things i want to sell, but not here, babe-- you took them all every time i sit around i find i'm shot every time i sit around i find i'm shot every time i turn around i find every time i sit around i find every time (6x)... you're my... summer babe summer babe |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
I'm jonesin' for a mercy snack
I'm regular, I'm treble-kicked I been down to the Laundromat The lines are long My lines are strong I been down to the south of Maine I worked a week, I snuck a peek I been down to the Bondage Street Guitar is numb, my eyes are dumb I saw the terror in your tongue The cat's domain is no longer fun I waded and I waited, And I waited, and I waited And then I went back home To my apartment views and all the screws With this inside my guts and gore Was pouring out, I did adore my Sight. |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
I'm just waiting waiting for the baptist
That sad suck-off left me in damascus I'm just waiting waiting for the baptist That sad suck-off, that shit left me now I'm just wasting, wasting all the black ticks queens way's rockers, Enough to make your ears twitch I'm wasting, wasting all the black chicks (tits? ) Some reddish sins, some grey - is it now ? ? ? I'm just waiting, waiting for a black jet That f**ker...ahhhhhhh... That f**ker left me now That suck left me now That sun left me now. |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
Started in the old south
i brought it to the new west sold it for a dry claim i bought it back the hard way i've got a mine thats fine isn't it the best one yet? i bought it in '49 i've got a mine thats fine heard about your bad fall i guess its just the rock's fault i bet you need some old south i'll sell it for your gold teeth i've got a mind thats fine i swear its the best one yet i bought it in '49 i've got a mind thats fine she was just a moaner she was never saved bruises in my stomach fight i fed it to my engine i've got a mind thats fine i swear it's the best one yet i bought it in '49 i've got a mine thats fine i've got a mine thats fine i've got a mine thats fine i've got a mine thats fine i've got a mine thats fine. |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
My radio
It doesn't work It's been shot up The wires are burned Someone yanked it just a little too hard My radio It doesn't work It's been shot up And I can't work ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? |
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from Pavement - Carrot Rope [single] (2006)
Spiral: I want to say:
SM: It's my second hand wonder, a thing that recovers the doubt Spiral: Slim door, Mark: Like a rainstorm, you've got to do what you want and say it SM: It's of my design assembled at the cut Spiral: Slim door, SM: It's all right to shake, to fight, to feel Mark: You go down, down, down, down Spiral: Slim door, SM: It's all right to shake, to fight, to feel Mark: You go down, down, down, down SM: Harness your hopes to the folks with the liquor with the ropes, Red, red ropes, periscopes They've got everything will ever need stored under the chair Simmer, simmer, simmer down Simmer, simmer, simmer down Don't waste your precious breath explaining that you are worthwhile Simmer, simmer, simmer down Simmer, simmer, simmer down Be patient and I'll let you see my Carrot rope, feed my thrill, I got beat by weather Carrot rope, feed my thrill, I got beat by weather Carrot rope, feed my thrill, It's time to get me off of the ground, The wicket keeper is down (the wicked keep us down?) SM: Hey little boy, would you like to know what's in my pocket or not It's no ploy, it's no gimmick, It's the chance of a lifetime to see something that's never seen by mere mortals Mark: Except me Spiral:And myself SM: And sweet I, so what do you say? Would you like to play 20 questions with me? SM: A little, little Christian lie, A little, little Christian lie Debating if it's time to drop the bomb on you, my dear A little, little Christian lie, A little, little Christian lie Let's get down to brass tacks and start it A carrot rope, feed my thrill, I got beat by weather A carrot rope, feed my thrill, I got beat by weather Carrot rope, feed my thrill It's time to get me off of the grounds The wicket keeper is down, The wicked keeper is down And he gets me off of the grounds Spiral:Leg |
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from Pavement - Carrot Rope [single] (2006)
harness your hopes
Harness your hopes on just one person because you know a harness was only made for one Don't telegraph your passes You'll end up with molasses cauterized in syrup And syrup and molasses And I'm checking out the asses The assets that attract us To anything that moves We're deep inside the grooves And it's time to shake the rations cause someone's gonna cash in The plot it turns again The reference starts at ten Well show me A word that rhymes with Pavement And I won't kill your parents And roast them on a spit And a-don't you try to etch it Or permanently sketch it Or your gonna catch a bad bad cold And the freaks have stormed the white house I moved into a lighthouse It's on a scenic quay It's oh so far away Far away from the beginning The shroud is made of linen The yearling took the purse The goth kid has a hearse Heart-breaking Earth-quaking Kiwis they are home baking Minds wide open truly Leisure A leisure suit is nothing It's nothing to be proud of In this late century And I'm asking you to hold me Just like the morning paper Pinched between your pointer Your index and your thumb It's a semi-automatic Believers are ecstatic You see the way they cling The cold metallic sting And I'm living in a coma For Donna de Varona The harness made of hopes The lovers on the ropes Nun is to church As the parrot is to perch And my Heart's Wide open Truly |
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from Pavement - Carrot Rope [single] (2006)
Roll With The Wind
Many are the men who get lost around the bend Solitary rejects with a need to spawn Well the hell you are a-raisin' The skirts you are a-chasin' Gonna send the letter bomb back to you Roll! Roll with the wind! Roll! Roll with the wind! ? theres always equation For what you are made up of what you're gonna be Wise, you are a shaman and rich a Boston prominent, poor, you're just so common and that's all there is Roll! Roll with the wind! Roll! Roll with the wind! Clarity was lost in the guts of the Xerox machine Say what you need Say what you mean Don't keep me guessing Playing to packed houses and quiet as church mouses And building up a circus tent with black ??? Well I get high on action Heavy tooth compaction Building up a root canal entre vous Roll! Roll with the wind! Roll! Roll with the wind! Charity's new members lost it so save the reciept Save the reciept Save the reciept Save the reciepts Don't keep me guessing You gotta roll! Roll with the wind! Roll with the wind! You gotta roll! Roll with the wind! Roll with the wind! |
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from No Alternative (1993)
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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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
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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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
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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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
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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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
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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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
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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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
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 |