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from Crash Test Dummies - The Ghosts That Haunt Me (1991)
I can't say that I miss my old dog much
And I've never looked back since I left home long ago But I hoped a trip into the country Would help remind me all the things I used to know That's what I came for That's what I hoped for There once was good blood in the breeze here We rode across the lake each new year What have I remembered did this used to be The ice, it used to shine upon our river It was a mirror that the cold dark water ran away deep beneath And here were many years of winter drownings I kept track of these things as they were told to me that's what I came for That's what I hoped for There once was good blood in the breeze here We rode across the lake each new year What have I remembered did this used to be The changes of the year were once like breathing Well this year they're the seasons of my discontent But I cannot rewrite my old diaries I can only recall all the things that came went that's what I came for That's what I hoped for There once was good blood in the breeze here We rode across the lake each new year What have I remembered did this used to be What have I remembered did this used to be |
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from Crash Test Dummies - The Ghosts That Haunt Me (1991)
I've all my wisdom teeth Two up top, two beneath And yet I'll recognise My mouth says things that aren't so wise But when I sing my darling's praise I know I'm right, or close anyways For she's a gem upon this earth I know to me she will return [CHORUS] Oh I know it's true, I know it's true That I was made for her, and she me too And I'm confident that she'll think so too And she'll be coming back...soon Mornings we have toast and tea I gaze across the table, she glares right back at me And when we're getting low on jam I give her the last spoonful, that's just the way I am And I drive her to work each day Even though it's early and work is far away And I don't even say a thing When she plays the radio so loud you cannot think I can't stand her goddamned friends But I will tolerate them, even though I hate them And I will put up with her parents 'cause she says I'll not meet someone who is so kind and sweet Ever again.. |
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from Crash Test Dummies - The Ghosts That Haunt Me (1991)
Tarzan wasn't a ladies' man
He'd just come along and scoop 'em up under his arm Like that, quick as a cat in the jungle But Clark Kent, now there was a real gent He would not be caught sittin' around in no Junglescape, dumb as an ape doing nothing Superman never made any money For saving the world from Solomon Grundy And sometimes I despair the world will never see Another man like him Hey Bob, Supe had a straight job Even though he could have smashed through any bank In the United States, he had the strength, but he would now Folks said his family were all dead Their planet crumbled but Superman, he forced himself To carry on forget Krypton, and keep going Superman never made any money For saving the world from Solomon Grundy And sometimes I despair the world will never see Another man like him Tarzan was king of the jungle and Lord over all the apes But he could hardly string together four words: I Tarzan, You Jane. Sometimes when Supe was stopping crimes I'll bet that he was tempted to just quit and turn his back On man, join Tarzan in the forest But he stayed in the city, and kept on changing clothes In dirty old phonebooths till his work was through And nothing to do but go on home Superman never made any money For saving the world from Solomon Grundy And sometimes I despair the world will never see Another man like him sometimes I despair the world will never see Another man like him |
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from Crash Test Dummies - The Ghosts That Haunt Me (1991)
Darling I've been thinking this one throughWe've been fighting like cat and dog now here's what we've go to doThis life in the city is killing the love that we one knewWe could be happy in the countryWe would spend so many lovely days
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from Crash Test Dummies - The Ghosts That Haunt Me (1991)
Not me man I can't pack enough into these yearsI don't care if it's spring summer winter or fallMake no fuss about the seasons, 'cause I like 'em allHere on earth I'll have my cakeGonna eat it too, make no mistakeCause if it's a question of to be or not to beI'll put on my boots and go see what I can seeMy grandpa, well a good Christian life he ledWorked like a dog just to put a roof over his headHe said that when he died he'd get his rewardCause heaven's a place where you don't pay room & boardWhen I die, I hope I don't die too slowBut slow or quick, I hope heaven is the place I goOld St. Pete's gonna serve me my pie in the skyAnd I'll say Pete, a side of ice cream, if you don't mind.
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from Crash Test Dummies - The Ghosts That Haunt Me (1991)
There's a skeleton in everybody's closetI can think of one or two in my own roomBut I would like to introduce them both to youYou'd shake their bony hands and so dispell the gloom'Cause you're so kindI know you would not mindYou
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from Crash Test Dummies - The Ghosts That Haunt Me (1991)
We're talkin' about a think necked man in the city Build a pub a blood and sweat Swears by God he'll stand by justice He ain't stood be justice yet He get's them drunk and gets their money They cash their welfare checks for stout Now he throws them into the street He's sucked you in, he'll spit you out This money-minded S.O.B. Will not a penny lend And all I can do is pray to God He'll suffer in the end We're talkin' 'bout a thick-necked man in three-piece Killing from his office desk The many places he has been And many more he'll visit yet Without his mommy's pride & kisses Without his country's confidence Without the dying man's permission Without no guilt or consequence This bloody-minded S.O.B. Hes not a wound to men... Now we're talkin' 'bout a thick-necked man in a fist fight Losing lots of blood It's not his right, his boss is uptight His face and name are covered in mud He watches T.V., all star wrestling Slams a six of ale Hits his wife, wrecks the car And spends the long dark night in jail Well the Preacher man, he comes and asks him Does he know the mess he's is? He says he'll turn to Jesus if he'll Bail him out and buy him gin |
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from Crash Test Dummies - The Ghosts That Haunt Me (1991)
Here comes Dick, he's wearing a skirt
Here comes Jane you know she's sportin' a chain Same hair, a revolution Same build, evolution Tomorrow who's gonna fuss? And they love each other so, androgynous Closer than you know, love each other so androgynous We'll don't get him wrong and don't get him mad He might be a father but he sure aint a dad And she don't need the advice that is sent to her She's happy with the way she looks, she's happy with her gender And they love each other so, androgynous Closer than you know, love each other so androgynous Mirror image, see no damage, see no evil at all Cupie dolls and urine stalls will be laughed at The way you're laughed at now Something meets boy and something meets girl They both look the same they're overjoyed in this world Same hair revolution Unisex evolution Tomorrow who's gonna fuss? And tomorrow Dick is wearing pants, Tomorrow Jane is wearing a dress Future outcasts and they don't last And today people dress the way that they please The way they tried to do in the last centuries And they love each other so, androgynous Closer than you know, love each other so, androgynous. |
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from Crash Test Dummies - The Ghosts That Haunt Me (1991)
It may be that I'd like to
I won't fall in love with you We won't spend the rest of our lives together anyway couldn't we go on a trip togehter We could go to the British Islands And hike around the Scottish Highlands The youth hostels they have there would be perfect for us Cause we're youths, so they would really suit us Well darling each morning when we woke up We'd have biscuits and tea from a tea cup People might think that we were on our homymoon But we'd know better, even though we'd slept in the same room We would live right out of our back packs We'd send our parents lost of trinkets and knickkacks Through the post and acrosee the sea Back to our own country After that we could go to Yugoslavia Oh how I'd love to travel with ya' We don't have to be wife and husband To take a trip across the ocean |
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from Crash Test Dummies - The Ghosts That Haunt Me (1991)
I'm still young, but I know my days are numbered
1234567 and so on But a time will come when these numbers have all ended And all I've ever seen will be forgotten Won't you come To my funeral when my days are done Life's not long And so I hope when I am finally dead and gone That you'll gather round when I am lowered into the ground When my coffin is sealed and I'm safely 6 feet under Perhaps my friends will see fit then to judge me Oh when they pause to consider all my blunders I hope they won't be too quick to begrudge me Won't you come To my funeral when my days are done Life's not long And so I hope when I am finally dead and gone That you'll gather round when I am lowered into the ground If I should die before I wake up I pray that the Lord my soul will take but My body, my body - that's your job Well I can't be sure where I'm headed after death To heaven, hell, or beyond to that Great Vast But if I can I would like to meet my Maker There's one or two things I'd sure like to ask Won't you come To my funeral when my days are done Life's not long And so I hope when I am finally dead and gone That you'll gather round when I am lowered into the ground |
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from The Mod Squad (비트 시티) by Bc Smith [ost] (1999)
Who put the doggy in the doghouse? You did, baby - you did Who put your granny in the grannyhouse? You did, baby - you did, baby Who put the bad in the madhouse? You did, baby - you did Who put that junk in the junkhouse? You did, baby - you did, baby Keep your eye on things while I'm gone Keep a lid on things Don't you try everything while I'm gone Keep a lid on things Who put the fun in the funhouse? You did, baby - you did Who put your dad in the halfhouse? You did, baby - you did, baby Who put the boys in the clubhouse? You did, baby - you did Who put the cat in the cathouse? You did, baby - you did, baby Keep your eye on things while I'm gone Keep a lid on things Don't you try everything while I'm gone Keep a lid on things Keep your eye on things while I'm gone Keep a lid on things Who dug the hole in the outhouse? You did, baby - you did Who put Whitey in the White House? You did, baby - you did, baby Keep your eye on things while I'm gone Keep a lid on things Don't you try everything while I'm gone Keep a lid on things Keep your eye on things while I'm gone Keep a lid on things |
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from The Flintstones (고인돌 가족) by David Newman [ost] (1994)
In The Days Of The Caveman
When you go on camping trips you're stuck right out in nature Foraging the forests like a primate Using sharpened tools instead of hotplates Your thumb and forefinger supposed to show you're not a wild beast You can hear their noises at night time They don't have to keep a certain bedtime See in the shapes of my body Leftover parts from apes and monkeys Sometimes when I lie awake I hear the rainfall on my tent fly I think of all the insects that are sleeping And wonder if the animals are dreaming See in the shapes of my body Leftover parts from apes and monkeys In the days of the caveman and mammoths and glaciers Bugs and trees were your food then; no pyjamas or doctors .. And when I finally get to sleep, I dream in technicolor I see creatures come back from the Ice Age Alive and being fed inside a zoo cage See in the shapes of my body Leftover parts from apes and monkeys In the days of the caveman and mammoths and glaciers Bugs and trees were your food then; no pyjamas or doctors In the days of the caveman and mammoths and glaciers Bugs and trees were your food then; no pyjamas or doctors |
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from Crash Test Dummies - Give Yourself A Hand (1999)
A Cigarette Is All You Get
I'm all freaked out I'm all tweaked out I'm being chased by insects And I wanna eat my cigarettes I can't hang out I'm all strung out I've got to grab me by the throat I've got to herd me like a goat A cigarette is all you get So hold your fire, don't light it yet I'm all mixed up I gotta fix me up I wanna pull my tongue out And turn my nostrils inside out I'm all dried up I'm all fried up I wanna burn things now and then If I've been talkin' to businessmen A cigarette is all you get So hold your fire, don't light it yet I'm all shook up I wanna get hooked up I wanna listen to Elvis I wanna shake my pelvis I wanna take the train downtown I wanna hear some Junior Brown I wanna move my groovy hips I wanna bite my shaky lips A cigarette is all you get So hold your fire, don't light it yet |
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from Crash Test Dummies - Give Yourself A Hand (1999)
Just Chillin
You said you like mixin' it up I said I don't like to chat You said you smoked the big kahunas I said I'm not like that I'm just chillin', I'm just hangin' So don't be spillin' your stuff on me I'm just chillin', I'm just hangin', baby You said you played some pocket pool I said I played some myself You wanna try it together sometime I only play by myself I'm just chillin', I'm just hangin' So don't be spillin' your stuff on me I'm just chillin', I'm just hangin', baby You've got your friends in high places Babe, I can pull my own strings You said I'm a name in a phone book I don't have one of those things I'm just chillin', I'm just hangin' So don't be spillin' your stuff on me I'm just chillin', I'm just hangin', baby You said we're cogs in a great big machine Babe, I've got the right tools You said it's all just a crazy dream Well, I've got plenty of fuel I'm just chillin', I'm just hangin' So don't be spillin' your stuff on me I'm just chillin', I'm just hangin', baby I'm just chillin', I'm just hangin' So don't be spillin' your stuff on me I'm just chillin', I'm just hangin', baby |
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from Crash Test Dummies - Give Yourself A Hand (1999)
Well looky here now, my oh my
I got a bug stuck in my eye I feel the chill right through my coat I got a pill stuck in my throat I'm a man, walking with a stick I'm a man who likes to get in his kicks I'm the man, talking to his dick I'm the man getting all the chicks You're gettin' flirty with me, You're talkin' dirty to me, You're sayin' "c'mon, baby!" YEAH! I want to par-tay! P-par-tay! I want to par-tay! P-par-tay! I should have checked before I chewed I got a worm stuck in my food I'm walking funny and it's not by chance I got some shit stuck in my pants You know that I could have my pick You know that I got quirks and ticks I like the way you play your tricks I like the way you like to squirm and kick You're gettin' flirty with me, You're talkin' dirty to me, You're sayin' "c'mon, baby!" YEAH! I want to par-tay! P-par-tay! I want to par-tay! P-par-tay! You know that it's not just a joke I like to suck back a lot of Coke I like the sugar it contains I like the syrup in my veins I'm a man walking with his drink I'm a man talking to his drink I'm a man woofing in the sink And I'm the man, whatever you may think! You're gettin' flirty with me, You're talkin' dirty to me, You're sayin' "c'mon, baby!" YEAH! I want to par-tay! P-par-tay! I want to par-tay! P-par-tay! I want to par-tay! P-par-tay! I want to par-tay! Par-tay! Par-tay! par-tay! I want to par-tay! Par-tay! I want to... |
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from Crash Test Dummies - Give Yourself A Hand (1999)
Give Yourself A Hand
Hello, Mr. Fussy Hello, Mrs. Nice Have you ever shared a bathtub Full of beer and ice? I know you want to I know you can Put down your children And free up your hands Come on and free up your hands Come on and free up your hands Do you still like to kiss her? Do you still hold her hand? Would you cheat with her sister? Do you march to her band? And when you're by yourself With a drink in one hand Do you break your little rule And give yourself the other hand? C'mon and give yourself a hand C'mon and give yourself a hand C'mon and give yourself a hand C'mon and give yourself a hand I know your wife's uncle He's a very nice man He's got long clever fingers On his lovely pink hands Did you give that bad boy The back of your hand? I know you want to I know you can Give him the back of your hand Give him the back of your hand Give him the back of your hand Give him the back of your hand |
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from Crash Test Dummies - Give Yourself A Hand (1999)
Get You In The Morning
I want it cheap, I want it now I want it fast, and I want it with feeling I want it deep, I want a vow I want it to last, and I want it with meaning I will come and get you in the morning We'll just go and not give any warning I am the cheap, I'm right here now I'm moving fast, and I've got the feeling I'm going deep, I've made my vow It is my last, and it's the one I'm keeping I will come and get you in the morning We'll just go and not give any warning I will come and get you in the morning I'm on my game, I walk the walk I smell the smell, and I feel the feeling It's in my name, I talk the talk I ring the bell, and I do the dealing I am the name, I am the walk I've got the smell, and I've got the feeling I'm going deep, I'm going fast I'm going now, and I'm going with meaning I will come and get you in the morning We'll just go and not give any warning I will come and get you in the morning We'll just go and not give any warning I will come and get you in the morning We'll just go and not give any warning I will come and get you in the morning |
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from Crash Test Dummies - Give Yourself A Hand (1999)
Pissed With Me
You try to play it cool, but you're pissed with me In the swimming pool where you kissed with me You're a shiny jewel, two-fistin' drinks on me You're a killing tool, you're getting pissed with me Pissed with me, baby All night long Pissed with me, baby All night long Another drink and a little ice Would be quite good, I think, baby, don't think twice You say we're kissin' cousins, well that's very nice Baby, I've kissed dozens, you've got that extra spice Kissin' with me, baby All night long Kissin' with me, baby All night long I've been having some trouble, someone's dickin' with me I think I must have a double who's been frickin' with me Well, he seems like fun, he looks just like me He's doing everyone, so you be stickin' with me Stickin' with me, baby All night long Stickin' with me, baby All night long Pissed with me, baby All night long Kissin' with me, baby All night long |
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from Crash Test Dummies - Give Yourself A Hand (1999)
Just Shoot Me, Baby
Take off your mink coat, take off your muff Get on the table and show us your stuff Right here next to me I'm a fat old man, sweatin' and huffin' A gin in my hand and your pretty little muffin Right here next to me Just don't feed me with no tube Or change my dirty diaper If I'm back at mommy's boob Call in the frickin' snipers And just shoot me, baby Stuff me in the cracks, Stuff me In the toilet, sweetie, put me in the trash But be next to me Send me to my room, hold me down And spank me, use the wooden spoon But be next to me Just don't feed me with no tube Or change my dirty diaper If I'm back at Mommy's boob Call in the frickin' snipers And just shoot me, baby .. Dip me in the river You'll never wash my dirt away Rip out my liver, baby But be next to me Just don't feed me with no tube Or change my dirty diaper If I'm back at Mommy's boob Call in the frickin' snipers And just shoot me, baby... |
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from Crash Test Dummies - Give Yourself A Hand (1999)
A Little Something
There's some stuff on my shoe That's got nothing to do With the places you think that I've been And the stuff on my breath Isn't some kiss of death From the people you think I've been seeing Could I please be excused? I'm very confused I think I'd better have a little something I think I'd like to have a little something Though you probably forget There's a place that we met When we first started lying at night It was good on the car You would go pretty far And you seemed like you wanted a fight Could I please be excused? I'm very confused I think I'd better have a little something I think I'd like to have a little something I think I'd better have a little something I think I'd like to have a little something There's a star in the sky It's caught my eye And I'm sure that I've seen it before It was quite long ago And we stood on the snow But I can't recall where anymore Could I please be excused? I'm very confused I think I'd better have a little something I think I'd like to have a little something I think I'd better have a little something I think I'd like to have a little something |
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from Crash Test Dummies - Give Yourself A Hand (1999)
I Love Your Goo
I love your guts, I love your goo Your ugly blood, your creepy heart The heart that's true to me and you I thank you I'd eat your gum, I'd eat your goo I love the blood that lights your eyes And makes your lips the colour blue I thank you Your flesh and your insides Your blood and your outsides You're blameless and I'm shameless I am the shit upon your shoe Your creepy blood is in my heart The heart that's true to me and you I thank you Your flesh and your insides Your blood and your outsides You're blameless and I'm shameless I'm in the mud, I'm in the goo Your face is cold, your lips are blue But your heart is true to me and you I thank you Your flesh and your insides Your blood and your outsides You're blameless and I'm shameless |
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from Crash Test Dummies - Give Yourself A Hand (1999)
Aching To Sneeze
I've been aching to sneeze Begging please, pretty please But I can't get the thing to come out I've been down on my knees I've been pissing on trees But the evil thing just won't come out Come on out, my pretty baby Relieve me of my burden, little baby Come on out, my pretty baby I've been waking at dawn With the big bird on And I can't make the thing go away I've been throwing up drinks In the toilets and sinks But it just sticks around anyway Come on out, my pretty baby Relieve me of my burden, little baby Come on out, my pretty baby I've been waking at dawn With a fever going on And a stain that just won't wash away I've got nothing to hide It's just something inside That keeps coming back, day after day Come on out, my pretty baby Relieve me of my burden, little baby Come on out, my pretty baby My pretty baby My pretty baby....... |
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from Crash Test Dummies - Give Yourself A Hand (1999)
Playing Dead
I know that you don't love me I know you hate my guts I know the nasty things you say About me, to those sluts Well, maybe I'm a weasel Maybe I'm a liar Maybe I'm a skinny punk Who couldn't change a tire I'm laying down and I'm playing dead I ain't fetchin' no stick, no way, baby I've always been this pasty I've always been this shape I'm just a teensy-weensy thing Passed on by itsy-bitsy apes I'm laying down and I'm playing dead I ain't fetchin' no stick, no way, baby You know that you could train me You know I'd sit and beg But you think I'm just a dirty dog That tried to hump that pretty leg I'm laying down and I'm playing dead I ain't fetchin' no stick, no way, baby.. |
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from Crash Test Dummies - I Don`T Care That You Don`T Mind (2005)
I said, "I'm drinkin' up.
Would you like a belt yerself?" You said, "Thanks, but no thanks, I don't drink, myself. But you go right ahead, my friend, I'm not the sort that minds." "That's good to hear," I said "Because I think you'll find that I don't care that you don't mind." I said, "I'm lightin' up. Would you like a puff?" You said, "Thanks, but no thanks, I don't do that stuff. But you go right ahead, my friend, I'm not the sort that minds." "That's good to hear," I said "Because I think you'll find that I don't care that you don't mind." I said "Let's do the nasty, I like it when it's rough." You said, "Well, I'm not so sure I like that kind of stuff. But I'll roll over just for you And take it from behind." "That's good to hear," I said "Because I think you'll find that I don't care that you don't mind." |
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from Crash Test Dummies - I Don`T Care That You Don`T Mind (2005)
Come with me down this ol' road
Where I got stuck and later towed Listen to the sound of the falling rain We just might end up stuck again The little bird can sing and sing The little bird knows everything But the little bird don't bother with song He knows that it just goes on and on and on and on Climb up in this tree with me The branches are big and there's plenty to see Listen to the sound of the blowin' leaves Feel that breeze goin' through your sleeves The little bird can sing and sing The little bird knows everything But the little bird don't bother with song He knows that it just goes on and on and on and on Don't go followin' me no more I'm sick of your face at my back door Don't you listen to the bird in your head Just remember what I said The little bird can sing and sing The little bird knows everything But the little bird don't bother with song He knows that it just goes on and on and on and on and on Come with me down this ol' road Where I got stuck and later towed Listen to the sound of the falling rain We just might end up stuck again... |
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from Crash Test Dummies - I Don`T Care That You Don`T Mind (2005)
Rise up on your feet again
Wake yourself from your sleep Seems it never ever ends Like an ocean cold and deep Let it feel like something else Let it be a breeze Let me be like someone else With something else to see Out here on the sea again The waves are rolling high The stowaways are laughing And the children want to cry Let it feel like something else Let it be a breeze Let me be like someone else With something else to see Deep inside this dream again And searching for the tracks Sitting by that window then, Where now you can't go back... Let it feel like something else Let it be a breeze Let me be like someone else With something else to see |
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from Crash Test Dummies - I Don`T Care That You Don`T Mind (2005)
Just don't tell the things you know
Never show the things you see Let's keep this little secret with you and me First come outside here with me I know it's night, but I can see - That's right, step out, take my hand And I'll help to make you understand Just don't tell the things you know Never show the things you see Let's keep this little secret with you and me Let's keep this little secret with you and me I like nights when there's no moon I like suckin' on snakebite wounds I like thinkin' bout you and me Twined up in the grass by the apple tree Just don't tell the things you know Never show the things you see Let's keep this little secret with you and me Let's keep this little secret with you and me Bite my lip and make it bleed My heart is running twice the speed If you wanna know just how I feel Listen to the sound of my spinnin' wheels Just don't tell the things you know Never show the things you see Let's keep this little secret with you and me Let's keep this little secret with you and me |
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from Crash Test Dummies - I Don`T Care That You Don`T Mind (2005)
Listen to the grass that's out there blowin'
Look at that tractor just there sittin' It's my name that the bottle's callin' Listen to the goddamn song I'm singin' Drink your wine, listen to the crickets It's so fine out here in the thickets Sittin' on a tree stump, that's the ticket, uh-huh Look at that doggy sittin' on the stairs Look at that star shinin' way up there Think of all the things that they're doin' in jail Think of all the rich ones out on bail Drink your wine, listen to the crickets It's so fine out here in the thickets Sittin' on a tree stump, that's the ticket, uh-huh Look at the TV, it's all crappy Look at the bald spot on yer pappy Listen to his wheatfield out there blowin' Hope its doin' better than his hair at growin' Drink your wine, listen to the crickets It's so fine out here in the thickets Sittin' on a tree stump, that's the ticket, uh-huh |
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from Crash Test Dummies - I Don`T Care That You Don`T Mind (2005)
The rain on the ground
The empty town Nothing is left in the lost and found Hot sun, buzzin' flies Hurtin' head, squinty eyes Look at me and how I've done Shootin' tin cans with my daddy's old gun And the army is strong And the navy's at sea As I sit on my porch and watch TV Hot sun, buzzin' flies Hurtin' head, squinty eyes Look at me and how I've done Shootin' tin cans with my daddy's old gun I'm too weak to fight I can't get to sleep The ocean outside is cold and deep Hot sun, buzzin' flies Hurtin' head, squinty eyes Look at me and how I've done Shootin' tin cans with my daddy's old gun |
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from Crash Test Dummies - I Don`T Care That You Don`T Mind (2005)
Don't let a crawdad bite yer toe
The dirty little thing will never let go Don't let your car go off the road Remember that your haulin' a heavy load You with the beady piggy eyes Go and live yer devil ways Just don't come 'round here no more Temptin' me with yer devil days You with the beady piggy eyes Go and live yer devil ways Just don't come 'round here no more Temptin' me with yer devil days Don't let a doggy bite yer leg Whup him on the ass and tie him to a peg - Don't tell me that your shit don't stink It's worse than the puke in the kitchen sink You with the beady piggy eyes Go and live yer devil ways Just don't come 'round here no more Temptin' me with yer devil days Put up your dukes or stop that talkin' That's my woman so quit yer gawkin' Keep yer fingers off my truck Remember that it's mine, you fuck You with the beady piggy eyes Go and live yer devil ways Just don't come 'round here no more Temptin' me with yer devil days |
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from Crash Test Dummies - I Don`T Care That You Don`T Mind (2005)
A friend is a need
Like a gauze when you bleed And you're layin' and cryin' away And the dozen or so Of the friends that I know Aren't worth the time anyway The tree can be a hangin' tree The rose a thorny stem The wind can blow across the field But it's always us or them Yeah it's always us or them A song is a thing That you you write and you sing When you're layin' and cryin' away And the dozen or so That I wrote long ago Don't sound good anymore anyway The tree can be a hangin' tree The rose a thorny stem The wind can blow across the field But it's always us or them Yeah it's always us or them A prayer is a thing Like a kite on a string That can snap and get lost in the sky And a dare is a dare So you better beware 'Cause soon you'll be saying goodbye The tree can be a hangin' tree The rose a thorny stem The wind can blow across the field But it's always us or them Yeah it's always us or them |
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from Crash Test Dummies - I Don`T Care That You Don`T Mind (2005)
I get up every morning
I'm mean to everyone But you just you ignore me You seem think it's fun And I need to get away And you need to get away from me And you see it's the right thing And that is why you're right for me And that is why you're right for me I watch the girly dancers Passing one by one I'll never really have to meet them I have my dance and we're done And I need to get away And you need to get away from me And you see it's the right thing And that is why you're right for me And that is why you're right for me I've got a book of special pictures I take a peek off and on When I'm alone in the morning I get my own thing going on And I need to get away And you need to get away from me And you see it's the right thing And that is why you're right for me And I need to get away And you need to get away from me And you see it's the right thing And that is why you're right for me And that is why you're right for me |
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from Crash Test Dummies - I Don`T Care That You Don`T Mind (2005)
You said that you were getting cigarettes
It¹s been a week and you're not back yet Your ashtray sits, empty, unused I sit waitin', empty, confused What could I have done To make you feel this way? What could I have said To make you walk away? If only I could know, If only I could see But you're not ever comin' back to me You said I was the only man for you But now it seems you've got another view And is it someone else, or was it me? Who is it with whom you'd rather be? What could I have done To make you feel this way? What could I have said To make you walk away? If only I could know, If only I could see But you're not ever comin' back to me I go to bed at night and dream of you But in my dreams you're not just one, but two And arm in arm you walk the beach Just far enough to be out of reach What could I have done To make you feel this way? What could I have said To make you walk away? If only I could know, If only I could see But you're not ever comin' back to me |
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from Crash Test Dummies - I Don`T Care That You Don`T Mind (2005)
You could be away for quite some time
But you'd never leave my foolish mind You can step right on my foolish heart You had me hooked, you had me from the start Put me in a corner of your mind Think of me and you from time to time Take me to a place I'd rather see Show me someone I would rather be You could step into my open door I never felt this crazy way before Just the way you walk right down the street You never ever miss a single beat Put me in a corner of your mind Think of me and you from time to time Take me to a place I'd rather see Show me someone I would rather be You can fall asleep and I won't mind You can dream the dreams deep in your mind I will lie awake and hear you breathe Just promise me that you will never leave Put me in a corner of your mind Think of me and you from time to time Take me to a place I'd rather see Show me someone I would rather be |
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from Crash Test Dummies - I Don`T Care That You Don`T Mind (2005)
I shot an ol' bottle with my favorite gun just last night
It shattered and the sound made me feel like the king I am The neighbors all heard and got scared Thought it was a gunfight But hell, it was fun, so I did it again 'Cause that's the kinda king I am I shoot 'em up, I shoot 'em down I shoot the lost, I shoot the found And if there's someone I can't find Well, then I shoot 'em in my mind I turned on the radio and listened to the ol' songs playin' And things started feelin' good and right again So I shot up a crow in a tree after dinner this evenin Its good to keep yer trigger finger nimble, I'll tell you what, my friend I shoot 'em up, I shoot 'em down I shoot the lost, I shoot the found And if there's someone I can't find Well, then I shoot 'em in my mind I shot my daddy in the arm, with morphine He said he never felt so good in all his goddamn life So I shot him up just once more, fer good measure He never woke up, and ever since, it's been a mighty peaceful life I shoot 'em up, I shoot 'em down I shoot the lost, I shoot the found And if there's someone I can't find Well, then I shoot 'em in my mind |
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from Crash Test Dummies - I Don`T Care That You Don`T Mind (2005)
Watch that spider in the bathroom sink
He¹s a better friend than you might think So let him spin his web in peace He catches creepy crawly things I never fall asleep at night I never get the chance My thoughts won't stop spinning round They dance and dance and dance Watch each hair on your head turn gray Look out the window and count your days One two four five six seven eight There ain't much to love and there's plenty to hate I never fall asleep at night I never get the chance My thoughts won't stop spinning round They dance and dance and dance Look at that bone-yard over there You can see it out the window from the kitchen chair I wanna see my name carved in one of them stones I wanna be part of them rottin' bones I never fall asleep at night I never get the chance My thoughts won't stop spinning round They dance and dance and dance |
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from Crash Test Dummies - Collections (2008)
Tarzan wasn't a ladies' man
He'd just come along and scoop 'em up under his arm Like that, quick as a cat in the jungle But Clark Kent, now there was a real gent He would not be caught sittin' around in no Junglescape, dumb as an ape doing nothing Superman never made any money For saving the world from Solomon Grundy And sometimes I despair the world will never see Another man like him Hey Bob, Supe had a straight job Even though he could have smashed through any bank In the United States, he had the strength, but he would now Folks said his family were all dead Their planet crumbled but Superman, he forced himself To carry on forget Krypton, and keep going Superman never made any money For saving the world from Solomon Grundy And sometimes I despair the world will never see Another man like him Tarzan was king of the jungle and Lord over all the apes But he could hardly string together four words: I Tarzan, You Jane. Sometimes when Supe was stopping crimes I'll bet that he was tempted to just quit and turn his back On man, join Tarzan in the forest But he stayed in the city, and kept on changing clothes In dirty old phonebooths till his work was through And nothing to do but go on home Superman never made any money For saving the world from Solomon Grundy And sometimes I despair the world will never see Another man like him sometimes I despair the world will never see Another man like him |
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from Crash Test Dummies - Collections (2008)
Once, there was this kid who
Got into an accident and couldn't come to school But when he finally came back His hair had turned from black into bright white He said that it was from when The cars had smashed so hard Mmm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm mmm Once, there was this girl who Wouldn't go and change with the girls in the change room And when they finally made her They saw birthmarks all over her body She couldn't quite explain it They'd always just been there Mmm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm mmm But both girl and boy were glad 'Cause one kid had it worse than that 'Cause then, there was this boy whose Parents made him come directly home right after school And when they went to their church They shook and lurched all over the church floor He couldn't quite explain it They'd always just gone there Mmm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm mmm Aaaaaaah Aaaaaaah Aaaaaaah Aaaaaaah |
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from Crash Test Dummies - Collections (2008)
The Ghosts That Haunt Me
There's a skeleton in everybody's closet I can think of one or two in my own room But I would like to introduce them both to you You'd shake their bony hands and so dispell the gloom [CHORUS] 'Cause you're so kind I know you would not mind You'd send away the ghosts that haunt me now And the things I fear Just wouldn't seem so near And when I stroll out late at night There would be nothing rattling at my hells There are nights when all my aching bones won't let me sleep And demons come to plague me as I lie in bed But I know if you were sleeping there beside me then That you could fend them off and they would let me rest There are nights When the wind comes howling through my old place I have dreams And I wake up with the sweat pouring down my face And I wait till the morning comes .. There will come a time I fear when all my days are done And they will come collect my corpse and bury me And then I hope you'll come over to the Other Side To join me in our new life, keep me company [CHORUS] 'Cause you're so kind I know you would not mind You'd send away the ghosts that haunt me now And the things I fear Just wouldn't seem so near And when I stroll out late at night There would be nothing rattling at my hells |
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from Crash Test Dummies - Collections (2008)
Afternoons and Coffeespoons
What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy? There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy I've had my lungs checked out with X rays I've smelled the hospital hallways Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pajamas in the daytime Times when the day is like a play by Sartre When it seems a bookburning's in perfect order I gave the doctor my description I've tried to stick to my prescriptions Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pajamas in the daytime Afternoons will be measured out Measured out, measured with Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot Maybe if I could do a play-by-playback I could change the test results that I will get back I've watched the summer evenings pass by I've heard the rattle in my bronchi... Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pajamas in the daytime Oh.. Afternoons will be measured out Measured out, measured with Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot.............. |
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from Crash Test Dummies - Collections (2008)
He Liked To Feel It
There was a boy Who liked to wiggle his tooth loose so he could show it And then we'd watch While he would tie it to a doorknob, wind up, and then slam it And that was how he liked to have his teeth pulled out He told us how he liked to feel it when it came out But he grew tired Of using doorknobs and so he thought up a brand-new trick He said he'd tie His tooth to his dog's tail, find a stick, wind up, and then throw it And that was how he liked to have his teeth pulled out He told us how he liked to feel it when it came out .. He called his dog But just as he was set to go, his dad arrived there He yelled at him Then got some pliers, held him, wound up, and yanked it out right there That wasn't how he liked to have his teeth pulled out He wouldn't tell us how it felt when it came out ... |
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from Crash Test Dummies - Collections (2008)
I'm going to the quick of the nail
I'm going to the bone I'm gonna sharpen up my steel I'm lookin' for the blood in the stone I wanna get that flyin' feelin' I can't leave it alone I wanna get that flyin' feelin' I can't leave it alone I'm gonna burn one and get it goin' on Your pretty little hand on my wheel I'm gonna get on my accelerator And show you how good I feel I wanna get that flyin' feelin' I can't leave it alone I wanna get that flyin' feelin' I can't leave it alone I'm gonna find my way right to that hot spot I'm gonna be the one I'm gonna get my face right in there I'm gonna get it done I wanna get that flyin' feelin' I can't leave it alone I wanna get that flyin' feelin' I can't leave it alone |
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from Crash Test Dummies - Collections (2008)
I get up every morning
I'm mean to everyone But you just you ignore me You seem think it's fun And I need to get away And you need to get away from me And you see it's the right thing And that is why you're right for me And that is why you're right for me I watch the girly dancers Passing one by one I'll never really have to meet them I have my dance and we're done And I need to get away And you need to get away from me And you see it's the right thing And that is why you're right for me And that is why you're right for me I've got a book of special pictures I take a peek off and on When I'm alone in the morning I get my own thing going on And I need to get away And you need to get away from me And you see it's the right thing And that is why you're right for me And I need to get away And you need to get away from me And you see it's the right thing And that is why you're right for me And that is why you're right for me |
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from Crash Test Dummies - Collections (2008)
I thought of you and made believe
Until I made you real You played with me You stayed with me And knew just what I'd feel The lips I never kissed Are lips I can't forget The dress you never wore On the day we never met The name I never whispered As it echoed in my mind The man I never was The sweet thing that's not mine I drink to you and toast your name A name that I don't know I think of you and see a face A face that never shows The lips I never kissed Are lips I can't forget The dress you never wore On the day we never met The name I never whispered As it echoed in my mind The man I never was The sweet thing that's not mine The lights are out, the moon is up I'm calling out my plea But all I hear is my own voice Echo back to me The lips I never kissed Are lips I can't forget The dress you never wore On the day we never met The name I never whispered As it echoed in my mind The man I never was The sweet thing that's not mine |
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from Crash Test Dummies - Collections (2008)
The guilty and the innocents
The prisoners and the free The ugly and the beautiful The ones who are yet to be Some are sinners, some repent Some are never done And then there's those like you and I The unforgiven ones The unforgiven ones The rock that ships run up against No matter how they tack The murderers and the murdered ones And the ones who don't come back Some are sinners, some repent Some are never done And then there's those like you and I The unforgiven ones The unforgiven ones The one whose heart is of a saint The other's black as night The one who never wondered What made something wrong, or right Some are sinners, some repent Some are never done And then there's those like you and I The unforgiven ones The unforgiven ones |
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from Crash Test Dummies - God Shuffled His Feet (2000)
After seven days
He was quite tired, so God said "Let there be a day Just for picnics, with wine and bread" He gathered up some people he had made Created blankets and laid back in the shade The people sipped their wine And what with God there, they asked him questions Like "do you have to eat Or get your hair cut in Heaven? And if your eye got poked out in this life Would it be waiting up in Heaven with your wife?" God shuffled His feet And glanced around At them The people cleared their throats And stared right back At Him So he said "once, there was a boy Who woke up with blue hair To him it was a joy Until he ran out into the warm air He thought of how his friends would come to see Would they laugh, or had he got some strange disease?" And God shuffled His feet And glanced around At them The people cleared their throats And stared right back At Him The people sat waiting Out on their blankets in the garden But God said nothing So someone asked him "I beg your pardon Not quite clear about what you just spoke Was that a parable, or a very subtle joke?" God shuffled His feet And glanced around At them The people cleared their throats And stared right back At Him |
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from Crash Test Dummies - God Shuffled His Feet (2000)
What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy?
There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy I've had my lungs checked out with x-rays I've smelled the hospital hallways Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime Times when the day is like a play by Sartre When it seems a bookburning's in perfect order... I gave the doctor my description I've tried to stick to my prescriptions Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime Afternoons will be measured out Measured out, measured with Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot Maybe if I could do a play-by-playback I could change the test results that I will get back I've watched the summer evenings pass by I've heard the rattle in my bronchi |
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from Crash Test Dummies - God Shuffled His Feet (2000)
Once, there was this kid who
Got into an accident and couldn't come to school But when he finally came back His hair had turned from black into bright white He said that it was from when The cars had smashed so hard Mmm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm mmm Once, there was this girl who Wouldn't go and change with the girls in the change room And when they finally made her They saw birthmarks all over her body She couldn't quite explain it They'd always just been there Mmm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm mmm But both girl and boy were glad 'Cause one kid had it worse than that 'Cause then, there was this boy whose Parents made him come directly home right after school And when they went to their church They shook and lurched all over the church floor He couldn't quite explain it They'd always just gone there Mmm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm mmm Aaaaaaah Aaaaaaah Aaaaaaah Aaaaaaah |
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from Crash Test Dummies - God Shuffled His Feet (2000)
In The Days Of The Caveman
When you go on camping trips you're stuck right out in nature Foraging the forests like a primate Using sharpened tools instead of hotplates Your thumb and forefinger supposed to show you're not a wild beast You can hear their noises at night time They don't have to keep a certain bedtime See in the shapes of my body Leftover parts from apes and monkeys Sometimes when I lie awake I hear the rainfall on my tent fly I think of all the insects that are sleeping And wonder if the animals are dreaming See in the shapes of my body Leftover parts from apes and monkeys In the days of the caveman and mammoths and glaciers Bugs and trees were your food then; no pyjamas or doctors .. And when I finally get to sleep, I dream in technicolor I see creatures come back from the Ice Age Alive and being fed inside a zoo cage See in the shapes of my body Leftover parts from apes and monkeys In the days of the caveman and mammoths and glaciers Bugs and trees were your food then; no pyjamas or doctors In the days of the caveman and mammoths and glaciers Bugs and trees were your food then; no pyjamas or doctors |
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from Crash Test Dummies - God Shuffled His Feet (2000)
When I'm sampling from your bosom
Sometimes I suffer from distractions like Why does God cause things like tornadoes and train wrecks? CHORUS When I'm swimming in When I'm swimming in your ocean Floating aloft on creams And scented lotions I can get pretty side-tracked I hope you'll understand When I kneel before your bounty Sometimes I wonder if there could be really UFO's that come from other planets (CHORUS) And when you let me taste your fingers I take them like fruit and as I linger I wonder if my seed will find purchase in your soil... (CHORUS) |
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from Crash Test Dummies - God Shuffled His Feet (2000)
Here I Stand Before Me
My doctor told me that it was time for me to have my X ray Of course, I had many nightmares about that fatal day The room was dark and my skeleton was floating on the wall My voice trembles down inside me I'm trapped way down in my body [CHORUS] I, I, I, oh here I stand before me But something's out of place here My mind's eye is missing from my body Well I know it's there but I can't see where Well take my fingers, what do fingers really mean to me? You can easily look them up in the dictionary: They call them digits, or technically they're known as the 'philanges' My joints connected up inside me Way down deep inside my body My bones shine brightly, a map of my whole body My vital organs just churn away inside me Some day they're going to stop this motion And I'll be left with... My my, the future lay before me Hey hey, deep inside my body [CHORUS] |
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from Crash Test Dummies - God Shuffled His Feet (2000)
Running into you like this, without warning
Is like catching a sniff of tequila in the morning But I'll try, I'll try to keep my food down That's quite an after-taste that you've left, now that you're not around You can just agree 'til we're not in the same room Well, alright, I'll just mosey to the bathroom You flew by, like a summer vacation And you left me with TV-movies and a messy kitchen I think I'll disappear now I'll slip out sideways Just for a while, but until then I'll stay in and sleep late, excuse me I'll buy a fast car, I'll drive it fast from here There's a beach I haven't seen since last year Well, it's far, but I like night drives It just makes it nicer when I do arrive Well, I think I'll disappear now I'll slip out sideways Just for a while, but until then I'll stay in and sleep late, excuse me Aren't you gonna miss me? Aren't you gonna even say one thing to me anymore? You can bet that I'll forget how it was then All the drives to your farm for the weekend But I've seen the swimsuit magazines And I've smelled tequila, first thing in the morning I think I'll disappear now I'll slip out sideways Just for a while, but until then I'll stay in and sleep late, excuse me Aren't you gonna miss me? Aren't you gonna even say one thing to me anymore? Joy is waiting for me Aren't you gonna even say one thing to me anymore? Oh, one thing to me anymore |
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from Crash Test Dummies - God Shuffled His Feet (2000)
How Does A Duck Know
How does a duck know what direction south is? And how to tell his wife from all the other ducks? You can cut a chicken's head off and it will keep on running and twitching [CHORUS] When everything seems planned out when everything seems nicely planned out well the human race will come and smack your face How come all my body parts so nicely fit together? All my organs doing their jobs, no help from me! A person pulls a spider's leg out To watch it keep on moving and twitching. Satan lives here: on grain and earth, rain and air. How come I just smoke and smoke and smoke and curse every butt I spit out? All night long I grind my teeth and I wake up when I cough You can put me in and iron lung and I will keep on breathing and twitching. [CHORUS] |
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from Crash Test Dummies - God Shuffled His Feet (2000)
When You Go Out With Artists
When I go out with artists They talk about language and the cubists and the dadaists And I try to catch their meanings And keep up with all the martinis I don't know which should be my favorite paintings If I could see, if I could see, if I could See all the symbols, unlock what they mean Maybe I could, maybe I could, maybe I Could meet the artists, and get to know them personally If I were David Byrne I'd go to galleries and not be too concerned Well I would have a cup of coffee And I'd find my surroundings quite amusing and People would ask me which were my favorite paintings If I could see, if I could see, if I could See all the symbols, unlock what they mean Maybe I could, maybe I could, maybe I Could meet the artists, and get to know them personally What if the artists ran the TV? All the ads would be for fine scotch whiskey: Glenfiddich, Glenlivet, the whole single malt family .. The artists of the future Will make up new things and different nomenclatures And they'll stand amongst their pictures And they'll sing and laugh and quote from scriptures and When they go home they'll dream of brilliant paintings If I could see, if I could see, if I could See all the symbols, unlock what they mean Maybe I could, maybe I could, maybe I Could meet the artists, and get to know them personally ................... |
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from Crash Test Dummies - God Shuffled His Feet (2000)
Once, there were two knights and maidens
They'd walked together Out in the gardens In all kinds of weather The knights always pestered the maidens To love them together Out in the gardens And they could watch each other The maidens had other plans for the two knights They'd give them potions Make them see dreams and lights The knights took the potions gladly They laughed at their visions But outside the garden Tigers smelled them together The maidens had other plans for the two knights They'd give them potions Make them see dreams of lights The knights only laughed at the tigers They thought they were visions Out in the garden The maidens watched them together Ah, but for the two knights Ah, but for maidens Who gave to them dreams and lights |
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from Crash Test Dummies - God Shuffled His Feet (2000)
Two Knights And Maidens
Once there were two knights and maidens They'd walk together Out in the gardens In all kinds of weather The knights always pestered the maidens To love them together Out in the gardens And they could watch each other The maidens had other plans for the two knights They'd give them potions And make them see dreams and lights The knights took the potions gladly They laughed at their visions But outside the garden Tigers smelled them together The maidens had other plans for the two knights They'd give them potions And make them see dreams and lights The knights only laughed at the tigers They thought they were visions Out in the garden The maidens watched them together Ah, but for the two knights Ah, but for maidens Who gave to them dreams and lights |
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from Crash Test Dummies - A Worm's Life (1996)
Long ago, a woman prayed that her suitors be
Repelled so she might serve God, be His only God heard her prayers floating up and his heart was cheered He rewarded her amply with a full beard But then she wondered if she should start to take it easy "Overachiever" might be putting it mildly A student of behaviour psychology Conditioned himself to stick to his studies He grew tired of these routines and tried to drop them But he was caught in his own trap and couldn't stop them And then he wondered if he should start to take it easy "Overachiever" might be putting it mildly Once a man was determined to get into The program for astronauts and go to the moon Finally he was in space, saw the planet Fear struck and he threw up inside his helmet Then he wondered if he should start to take it easy "Overachiever" might be putting it mildly |
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from Crash Test Dummies - A Worm's Life (1996)
He Liked To Feel It
There was a boy Who liked to wiggle his tooth loose so he could show it And then we'd watch While he would tie it to a doorknob, wind up, and then slam it And that was how he liked to have his teeth pulled out He told us how he liked to feel it when it came out But he grew tired Of using doorknobs and so he thought up a brand-new trick He said he'd tie His tooth to his dog's tail, find a stick, wind up, and then throw it And that was how he liked to have his teeth pulled out He told us how he liked to feel it when it came out .. He called his dog But just as he was set to go, his dad arrived there He yelled at him Then got some pliers, held him, wound up, and yanked it out right there That wasn't how he liked to have his teeth pulled out He wouldn't tell us how it felt when it came out ... |
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from Crash Test Dummies - A Worm's Life (1996)
A Worms Life
Although you think me cold and slimy I've got a nice home I've tasted your best guacamole And siesta'd at noon in the cool of the soil A worm's life can be easy If you lay low, out of sight Sometimes it's too hot for cooking One wants just a salad And then comes a breeze in the evening The men light cigars and their scent fills the air A worm's life can be easy If you lay low, out of sight But then the rains come, and the ground fills with water And I must come up to the surface for air Then I was plucked from the wet slime And dropped in tequila I lay in a stupor for sometime And one fine night I was gulped down in a shot A worm's life can be easy If you lay low, out of sight |
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from Crash Test Dummies - A Worm's Life (1996)
Our Driver Gestures
When you start your journey, you go and meet your driver You shake his hand, and hope he's feeling well The things to come may be somewhat unfamiliar Like eating herring where the sun does not go down Our driver calculates what time we'll hit town And every time a border comes We go inside and meet with someone Perhaps a form will need to be filled in Then we can go and restart up the engines Plumbing often varies in the various different countries I like to crouch down and turn on those bidets I'll have a cocktail, pick at my fingernails And then I'll squat down for a wash to end the day Our driver recommends we try the souffle And every time a border comes We go inside and meet with someone Perhaps a form will need to be filled in Then we can go and restart up the engines Then we went down under, and we were told of farmers Who brought some pigs here from the old country But pigs eat turtle eggs and turtles eat jellyfish And now you get stung if you're swimming in the sea Our driver gestures out behind the palm trees And every time a border comes We go inside and meet with someone Perhaps a form will need to be filled in Then we can go and restart up the engines |
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from Crash Test Dummies - A Worm's Life (1996)
I sit and concentrate, and try hard not to hate my enemies
I try to picture them dressed up as furry little bunnies But when I look into their glass eyes I can see they're cold and hard and pink Hopping 'round, hopping on their two legs Cute little legs, hopping around and... I think of dictators who were known to have been especial brutes And I try to picture them gathered together in their bathing suits But when I look down at their bodies I can see they're warm and soft and pink Standing around, standing on their two legs Two little legs, standing around and... I try to meditate, control my hate just like I know I should But I can't help myself, and I keep it up because it feels so good But when I look down at my belly I can see it's pink and soft and weak Kneeling down, kneeling on my two legs Two skinny legs, I'm kneeling down and... |
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from Crash Test Dummies - A Worm's Life (1996)
There Are Many Dangers
If your toast gets stuck in the toaster Do not put a fork in the toaster while it is hooked up, or look out I did and I got caught in the current Pulled me in and shook me while it held me tight There are many dangers They could be in a toaster or a common thing You must keep a lookout Remember all the rules they have for everything When it's very, very cold out Do not put your tongue on cold metal things For example, stop signs I did and they had to pull some skin off And then they had to fill my mouth with cotton at night There are many dangers They could be in a toaster or a common thing You must keep a lookout Remember all the rules they have for everything When they'd taken out my tonsils I brought them home Kept them in a jar on the shelving in my room Between the toaster, stop sign, and my tonsils I've got lots of things to think about at night There are many dangers Could be in a toaster or a common thing You must keep a lookout Remember all the rules they have for everything |
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from Crash Test Dummies - A Worm's Life (1996)
I threw out a stupid common paperweight
And it went out into the country To a place where other solid objects lie around Well, it's quite hard, and so it's probably still there And when i die, it will still be somewhere Ha-ha, i'm outlived by that thing and stupid things like that A man once took a very famous photograph Went in books and even lectures Said it was a monster in the old loch ness Before he died, his wife gave him a backrub He confessed his lie, he took the picture in the bathtub Ha-ha, he's outlived by that thing and stupid things like that Scientists have recently just found out About a fish they didn't know of That lives along the bottom of the darkest seas It doesn't need eyes, it's been there a long while Since back in the times of giant flying reptiles Ha-ha, i'm outlived by that thing and stupid things like that Ha-ha, i'm outlived by that thing and stupid things like that |
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from Crash Test Dummies - A Worm's Life (1996)
All Of This Ugly
I was walking through the country And passing through lovely scenery When I came upon some rotting remains And though the carcass was wormy Well, after all, it's all part of nature's art of cleaning And if I try hard I think that I will see Some good behind all of this ugly When my job was garbageman I'd go out and empty the garbage cans And I'd come upon some rotting remains But we'd drive them outside town And fill the land, and make hills that you could walk around on And if I try hard I think that I will see Some good behind all of this ugly If I were born as a vulture I'd fly out and circle high in the air And I'd look out for rotting remains And if they weren't quite dead yet A little bite would help things so I could get started And if I try hard I think that I will see Some good behind all of this ugly |
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from Crash Test Dummies - A Worm's Life (1996)
An Old Scab
I sit each morning Look at my empty notebook The room is quiet The air conditioning sounds like rain falling Manic-depressive composer Robert Schumann When he could not write He'd get down on his knees and he would pray for help It's not as bad as eating your own liver But still, I'd like to think that there are better methods I try to tackle the page that lay before me But then I drift off and think about the concept of ben-wah balls I rouse myself and I finish washing dishes Make lists of errands Make all my phone calls And then I pray for help But each time I try to make a fresh stab I end up just picking at an old scab |
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from Crash Test Dummies - A Worm's Life (1996)
My Own Sunrise
When we met, it was in the hot green jungle Your perfect flesh impervious to anything fungal You would sweat coconut milk and I'd lie awake, restless with the heat during the night Dawn would come and I would start to feel my own sunrise But you'd just lie, sleeping And so we went away in search of gentler breezes When we arrived, I longed to lie and rustle in your grasses But you would not permit me to retire there None but a fly might settle on the meadow of your leg Dawn would come and I would start to feel my own sunrise But you'd just lie, sleeping Then we moved on until we reached the tundra in the winter Of course I longed to kiss her frosty teeth in the cold air But now I've grown bloated on seal fat Not even flies will settle on the meadow of her leg Dawn would come and I would start to feel my own sunrise But you'd just lie, sleeping |
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from Crash Test Dummies - A Worm's Life (1996)
I'm a dog, and I can smell your smell right through your clothes
And I espouse some views that you yourself just might not hold Sometimes I am given pause to think when I consider what we could call the good life When it comes to the city versus the country life Well, I must say that I far prefer a farmer's wife Breakfast with the master in the morning Feel the breeze and brush against a cow's leg - mmm! But it seems the thinkers you call greatest are The sort who often fall ill young, or pine away How can they help but drag the species down? There's some debate about whether instincts should be held in check Well, I suppose that I'm a liberal in this respect I can't say I liked Robinson Crusoe But at least he didn't tie his dogs up at night And it seems the thinkers you call greatest are The sort who often fall ill young, or pine away How can they help but drag the species down? How come all your poets fall into despondencies? And then write it down for us to read every indignity? Not such worthy specimens, these creatures Hardly fit for what you could call the good life And it seems the thinkers you call greatest are The sort who often fall ill young, or pine away How can they help but drag the species down? How can they help but drag the species down? |
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from Crash Test Dummies - A Worm's Life (1996)
Swatting Flies
Now that I've used up all my ideas Here in my little house by the sea I search for a usable memory but none comes to me In grade one, my teacher could do embalming She'd stuff the bodies of dead little birds She told us if ever we found one, just to bring it to her And in the science room was an iguana It lay very still in its cage And we'd feed him living flies Then she'd read the old testament to us But first she'd remind us the stories were true And we'd hear of locusts and plagues and the tortures they knew And in the science room was an iguana I remember it now in my house by the seaside Swatting flies ...... |
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from 100 Party Hits (2009)
Afternoons and Coffeespoons
What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy? There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy I've had my lungs checked out with X rays I've smelled the hospital hallways Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pajamas in the daytime Times when the day is like a play by Sartre When it seems a bookburning's in perfect order I gave the doctor my description I've tried to stick to my prescriptions Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pajamas in the daytime Afternoons will be measured out Measured out, measured with Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot Maybe if I could do a play-by-playback I could change the test results that I will get back I've watched the summer evenings pass by I've heard the rattle in my bronchi... Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pajamas in the daytime Oh.. Afternoons will be measured out Measured out, measured with Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot.............. |
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