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from Velvet Goldmine (벨벳 골드 마인) by Carter Burwell [ost] (1999)
Darlin' you can't live your life singing songs in exile,
you were born for stardom's crown and not for self denial, so don't you close the door on fate, when she comes to call, and tell her that you'll join her there, at the masqueraders ball, funny how some people never love at all... We'll take the whole shebang, all or nothing, anything, ecstasy's the birthright of our gang We'll take the whole shebang, free your heart of guilt and shame, come and claim what's yours the whole shebang Nothing on this earth could hold you prisoner my dear except for contemplations evil, brother, known as fear but love is extraterrestrial, and love falls from the stars, like Maxwell Demon's silver disc into this world of ours, Kick up your heels and paint your face, wave goodbye to yesteryear, we could sway in outer space from the chandelier Woe, sometimes it breaks my heart to hide my tears |
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from Friends (프렌즈) [ost] (1995)
There's a room where I can go and tell my secrets to
In my room, in my room In this world I lock out all my worries and my cares In my room, in my room Do my dreaming and my scheming Lie awake and pray Do my crying and my sighing Laugh at yesterday Now it's dark and I'm alone and I won't be afraid In my room, in my room In my room, in my room In my room, in my room |
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from I Still Know What You Did Last Summer (나는 아직도 네가 지난 여름에 한 일을 알고 있다) by John Frizzell [ost] (1998)
How can I give a testimony of my life? When I'm still trying hard to hold my head up high? I'm tryin' so hard to hold my head up high. But every time I turn around, Feel as though I've let ya down, Always something else Every time I turn around, Feel as though I let you down, But I can't out run myself How can I give a testimony of my time? When its so hard to pen a simple valentine It weighs a little heavy on my mind But every time I turn around, Feel as though I've let ya down, Always something else Every time I turn around, Feel as though I let you down, But I can't out run myself Oh, you know.... If I told you once, I've told you loads before, I couldn't love you more But every time I turn around, Feel as though I've let ya down, Always something else Every time I turn around, Feel as though I let you down, But I can't out run myself |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy (1999)
Are we still on the phone
With the lady Anna Clarke and her trumpet solo Whose ghost sings for pay In the blue billiard room of the Monterey For room and for board And the backdoor key is a 19th century civil war sword Once owned by John Booth Who misplaced his script wen he caught his leather boot This could be the shining hour Based on all those mad beliefs In the money oil and angel powder In the new age magazine There's a hole in the wall Behind the photograph of Al Capone he's a sittin' down at city hall The police they peek thru here And they watch you get dressed in the two-way mirror But it's all in good spirits And if you close your eyes ya can't help help but to hear 'em move This could be the shining hour Based on all those mad beliefs In the money oil and angel powder In the new age magazine I propose a toast To the memory of the horse who carried King Tut and his gold Into the sun He collapsed last summer from the heat stroke somewhere in the East Village oh It kills me to think That I'm no longer living just looking for excuses to drink So lift up your glass And you Ouija board 'cause I'm fading fading fading fast This could be the shining hour Based on all those mad beliefs In the money oil and angel powder In the new age magazine |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy (1999)
Just a girl who can't say no
And her sweetheart on parole Parents named her Jupiter To bless her with a lucky soul He's a boy who never cried When they locked him up inside And she nicknamed him her teardrop For the tattoo by his eye Now she's sleeping in her bed And he's sleeping in her bed And it's Jupiter and Teardrop And it's Jupiter and Teardrop She divines by radio Pushing buttons show to show And she wonders 'bout the fate of Lovers in the barrio She forgets after a while When she tunes in on the dial Jackie Wilson's Lonely Teardrops And she drives another mile Now she's sleeping in her bed And he's sleeping in her bed And it's Jupiter and Teardrop And it's Jupiter and Teardrop And it's Jupiter and Teardrop And they want to have a child Walk together down the aisle But the world they live in is mean And it's built on sheer denial The phone rings it's for her Got to see ya Jupiter I'm in trouble with the law Bring my 38 caliber Now she's sleeping in her bed As she pulls the phone plug dead dead And it's Jupiter and Teardrop And it's Jupiter and Teardrop And it's Jupiter and Teardrop oh And it's Jupiter and Teardrop And it's Jupiter and Tear oh And it's Jupiter and Tear Oh oh Ooh ooh ooh |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy (1999)
Bring me home
To this house of many days Just lay me on the floor Hard and cool as slate You know I love it more and more Than before I ran away It triggers off so many hurts Hurtful words and broken plates I've been lied to Now I'm Fuzzy I've been lied to All and all The world is small enough for both of us To meet upon the interstate Waiting on a train And just when those big arms lift up Fall in love with no time to say it And I would have liked to Now I'm Fuzzy I would have liked to Now I'm Fuzzy Fuzzy now Here we are In our car Driving down the street We're looking for a place to stop Have a bite to eat We hunger for a bit of faith To replace the fear We water like a dead bouquet Does no good does it dear And I've been lied to Now I'm Fuzzy We've been lied to Now we're Fuzzy Fuzzy now Lied to. |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy (1999)
See the end see the end of time
From the widow's walk I feel the undertow It grows and my fishin' pole Like a willow bends toward the blackest hole To the hole See the film see the black and whites Circle stationed stupid to the tape that rolls My soul receives another blow From the flashlight of the city hate line Oh oh ooh ooh ooh ooh I wish you well I tell you that it can be helped I told you it can be helped See the bad dreams that you speak about And all the things you bring to light are comin' down Now everybody hit the ground Fear is on the march and in the lost and found These are the times to read between the lines Yeah my truck runneth over false prophet signs And road blocks In the road I wish you well I tell you that it can be helped I told you it can be helped I told you it can be helped (Los Angeles has been hit - Spoken) Newspaper cloaks to wrap the truth Propagand-acid dropped on the youth It's easy to see like pulling a tooth No one in line in the ballot booth The Dragon down south may blow some smoke Even the Jester is drummin' up votes They talk about building morale and hope They're just building bigotry a better rope One that won't break one you can't even see One made of paper and policies I wish you well I tell you that it can be helped I told you it can be helped It can be helped Oh but it can be helped |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy (1999)
There's one thing I tell you friend
I don't believe in supermen Who fly thru the clouds above the rest I don't believe in the best And I never wanted to fight with you It's just the last thing that I wanna do But you're so afraid to look at love Gotta let it all go this cut-above stuff 'Cause this is the hook that drags you This is the hook in the crook of your neck It's the hook that snags you This is the hook And there's one thing I tell you friend All of our trials gonna come to an end And you and I we're gonna fall Like we never have stood on this little earth at all 'Cause this is the hook that drags you This is the hook in the crook of your neck It's the hook that snags you This is the hook in the crook of your neck It's hook that drags you This is the hook Oh oh oh |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy (1999)
The soft wolf tread
Thru Emerald Forest he was lookin' to make a bed There in the spindly thicket softly did he tread The soft wolf tread Sure was starved And thru his silver coat his ribs shown sharply carved The hand that feeds was pickin' weeds Sure looked starved Up comes Hood he's beautiful As a sirloin steak to a pit bull chained up It's good to see such an old friend again Such an old friend again Such an old friend again Then he said Dear Hood what brings you to this neck of the woods In your scarlet cape and your basket full of grapes What lures you to the woods The soft wolf tread The clearing and he's nervously tugging on his earring He talked how good such an old friend again Such an old friend again Such an old friend again Oh Such an old Such an old Such an old Ooh ooh ooh And then he spun A twisted tale 'bout a child who cried his name So many times that even when he yelled no one ever came The soft wolf tread The soft wolf tread The soft wolf tread Well he tread and tread and tread and tread Yeah an old friend again Such an old friend again Such an old friend again |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy (1999)
Steel mill streets overrun
The ghost of cars in the yard Sunflower speaks of a one Of a one Engines purr up above The L train roars like our love Like our love I can hide in you In your chestnut hair I'll confide in you Whisper in your ear When the earth is ripe All the worms wake up In their stars and stripes And their swastikas There's a cure in sight Set your soul at ease For the red and white And the blue disease La la la Got you on the Handycam fits in my hand Got you on the Handycam Got you on the Handycam fits in my hand Fits in my hands in my green light I Got you on the Handycam fits in my hand Got you on the Handycam Got you on the Handycam fits in my hand Fits in my hands in my Got you on the Handycam fits in my hand Got you on the Handycam green light I Got you on the Handycam fits in my hand Sits in my hands in my green light I On the Handycam fits in my hand Got you on the Handycam green light I Got you on the Handycam Got you on the Handycam My ooh ooh ooh Got you on the Handycam Down in my soul Moon River flows All my trials All my trials Will halt |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy (1999)
Ooh Jambalaya
Ooh Jambalaya It was muggy July around supper time When I pulled into New Orleans I got dropped off at South Rampart Street I was hungry for a plate of greens I made my way down the banquette Where I could see an open door And overhead a sign made of painted pine read The Dixie Drug Store Peppers and roots were hanging From the rafters above There were oils and sprays all on display For money luck and for love I reached down to pick one up When a dark hand grabbed my arm And before I could see just who it was She said you don't want that charm Ooh Jambalaya The last man to walk that thing out of here Just up and disappeared Found his wallet and his wingtip shoes Near a tombstone down in Algiers What you need my travelling friend Is a place to wash your jeans And I wouldn't be the least surprised If you were hungry for a plate of greens She beckoned me on up the stairs For she'd done made up her mind Said take off your hat and kick off your boots And leave your pride behind Ooh Jambalaya She took me down to a secret place In the bayou of her blankets She offered to share her bourbon I thanked her then I drank it Thru a small crack in the ceiling Burst the Louisiana moon It shone down on our bodies And we began to croon Like a couple of coyotes We were howling thru the night And I swear they were a beatin' those Congo drums outside Ooh Jambalaya We laughed until the mornin' By then my pants had dried I picked up my hat and pulled on my boots And I gathered up my pride I figured she had done stepped out I didn't see her anywhere And I set out to find her I headed on downstairs Got down to the bottom I couldn't believe my eyes Gone were all the bottles And the remedy supplies Ooh Jambalaya I shouted out for Marie I darted out the door An old man on the wooden porch said What you in there for Son you got no business The hoodoo store's been closed Long as I remember A century I suppose But Mister I just spent the night With a young gal named Laveau He said the Widow Paris Done had a little laugh on you I said you mean to tell me That was the voodooin' He nodded yes none other The Queen of New Orleans Ooh Jambalaya (Scraps of phrases - Till the end) Ooh Jambalaya Ooh Jambalaya Ooh Jambalaya Ooh Jambalaya Ooh Jambalaya |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy (1999)
I hear you America snoring
I hear you America snoring Did ya see it on TV Or in your own backyard Gate's LAPD And they called The National Guard Then the tanks came rolling down Sunset Boulevard And I hear America snoring They want ta' legislate the moon They want ta' legislate the womb They wanna legislate all the things they hate They want ta' legislate this tune And I hear America snoring snoring I hear you America snoring snoring Give wind time to blow The rooster to crow Plug my ears but I hear America Oh oh oh See the shoemaker and his shoes Sliver needle thread and glue He's closing up the shop Move it all to Timbuktu Where the labor force is cheap And the rivers there run deep But I hear America snoring I hear you America snoring snoring America I hear you America snoring snoring America I hear |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy (1999)
(A phrase - Spoken)
If I was the Lone Ranger Hiding behind a mask Wouldn't be any danger To the questions I ask What ya say Pocahontas Trade in your feathers and beads For an electric blanket And a packet of cigs You bet That's what she said If I had me a needle For every bubble that popped Bind them all up like one You would hear that pin drop Like a gun shot Like a shot And if I was a world leader Would not mislead the world I would not miss anything Miss America knows That it's only a pageant That it's only a show Isn't even film in the camera These aren't even my clothes No no no no Miss America knows Ah ooh ooh You remember Houdini Who not a shackle could hold Carved a trap door into heaven To escape growin' old Guess he just couldn't hack it Bundled up for the cold Double-breasted straightjacket French handcuffs of gold No no no no He escaped growin' old The growing old Oh oh oh |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy (1999)
You just have to be crazy don't you
You just have to be out of your mind You just have to be crazy don't you You just have to be True or not True or not You just have to be touched don't you You just have to be tapped on the head You just have to be crazy don't you You just have to be True or not True or not True or not You just have You just have to be starry baby You just have to be chocolate cake You just have to be starry baby You just have to be chocolate cake True or not True or not True or not You just have Na na na True or not True or not |
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from If I Were A Carpenter (1994)
We've only just begun to live
White lace and promises A kiss for luck and we're on our way We've only begun Before the rising sun we fly So many roads to choose We start off walking and learn to run And yes, we've just begun Sharing horizons that are new to us Watching the signs along the way Talking it over, just the two of us Working together day to day, together And when the evening comes, we smile So much of life ahead We'll find a place where there's room to grow And yes, we've just begun Sharing horizons that are new to us Watching the signs along the way Talking it over, just the two of us Working together day to day, together, together And when the evening comes, we smile So much of life ahead We'll find a place where there's room to grow And yes, we've just begun |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Del Jan'98 3939 Buffalo Grant Lee / Mighty (0000)
There's a bullet in the heart tonight in the heart of Texas
Shout it to the Dallasites we are rolling home They shot an angel in mid-flight and now she won't protect us Shout it to the bedlamites we are westward ho Pray the holy war is ending Like in the films of Hollywood And the angels are descending (important important) Like Koreshians said They would before too long Sing a Lone Star Song They had him nailed up to a T with a T for Texas His disciples with artillery they held the fort inside And by the time the story broke down at Dealey Plaza We've already caught the smoke read the TV guide Pray the holy war is ending (ending) Like the films of Hollywood And the choppers are descending (easy words easy words) Like Ma. Reno said They would before too long Sing a Lone Star Song Lone Star Song of the south Words that can't help But escape my mouth When they bring down the house Day upon day Day upon day Day upon day Ooh ooh ooh Pray the holy war is ending (ending) Like the films of the Hollywood And the trumpet's blast is blending With the crack of burning Wood/would before too long Sing a Lone Star Song Lone Star Song Lone Star Lone Star Song Sing a Lone Star Song Lone Star easy words come on come on |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Del Jan'98 3939 Buffalo Grant Lee / Mighty (0000)
Devastation at last, finally we meet
After all of these years out here in the street I had a feeling you would make yourself known You came along just to claim your place on the throne Now I have been overthrown, overthrown And I thought if I toe the right lines But these mockingbirds won't let me shine Devastation, my door was left open wide You brought me into your heart and you swallowed my pride I had a feeling you were hiding your thoughts I made a note to myself, I nearly forgot Now I'm overwrought, I'm overwrought (2x) And I thought if I toe the right lines But these mockingbirds won't let me shine One day this ground will break and open up for me I hope it will, I hope it will Salutations at last, I'm down on my knees I heard the bugle this morning blast Reveille Woke from a dream where I was in a terrible realm All my sails were ablaze, I was chained to the helm Now I'm overwhelmed, overwhelmed (4x) And I thought if I toe the right lines But these mockingbirds won't let me shine |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Del Jan'98 3939 Buffalo Grant Lee / Mighty (0000)
If the life you have created
Has buried you with luxuries out-dated And you ask what is the purpose Too weak to claw your way up to the surface You resent all of your trophies They belittle human spirit like a timepiece That is ticking in your breast pocket And so you long to reach in and stop it Then your heart it will be broken And every sour word that you have spoken About everybody else Will return to act upon yourself If the life you have created Is founded on jealousy and hatred It's too late to ask questions For you're much too old to take any suggestions It's the life you have created It's the life you have created It's the life It is the life It is the life It is the life It's the life you have created It is the life you have created It is the life It is the life It is the life It is the life It is the life |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Del Jan'98 3939 Buffalo Grant Lee / Mighty (0000)
(Hammerin' hammerin' hammerin')
Hammerin' hammerin' Hammerin' hammerin' Halleluhoodwink a hound's life is for me Everything but the kitchen sink he built it just for me Hallelu you're the thing that leads me to the mark I'd build you a river but I'm still not through with this ark Man built a furnace a Mercedes-Benz Man built the cities of Kansas and Berlin Man slew the bison and he built a Thieves' Road (oh oh oh oh) That pass over Tel Aviv-Jaffa and lead to the Mother Lode Mother Lode Hallelu-half-a-wit a mule's life is for me Steppin' off a parapet with a dog nippin' my knee Hallelu you're the girl that whispers through the wall I'd build you a hammer with a thick (thick thick) head and long claws Man built an empire out of ocean and earth Man built the prisons of Joliet San Quentin Leavenworth And man built a market for Muhammad Ali (oh oh oh oh) Evel Knievel and the legacy of John Wayne Gacy Gacy But I can't sing along (Bury my body girl) But I can't sing along (Bury my oh) But I can't sing along (Bury my body girl) But I can't sing along Sing along Sing along Hallelu hallelu Hallelu hallelu Hallelu hallelu hallelu hallelu But I can't sing along (Bury my body girl) But I can't sing along (Bury my oh) But I can't sing along (Bury my body girl) But I can't sing along Sing along Sing along Man built a furnace a Mercedes-Benz Man built the cities of Kansas and Berlin |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Del Jan'98 3939 Buffalo Grant Lee / Mighty (0000)
Have ya been to the Cumberland Gap? Oh, no
Fix yer eyes on the green of the map? Oh, no Where the Appalachians rise? Oh, no Oh, no Have you tasted the finest of trout? Oh, no Have you slept in a log-burning house? Oh, no With your feet flopping over the couch? Oh, no Oh, no Like Mighty Joe Moon There is no controlling him Drive off a bridge If he choose to swim Mighty Joe Moon Can't prevent... What is Heaven sent Joe can't control... Where his money goes He's Mighty Joe Have ya been to the Cumberland Gap? Oh, no The air is sweeter than oranges now Oh, no Oh, no Mighty Joe Moon There is no controlling him Drive off a bridge If he choose to swim Mighty Joe Moon Can't prevent... What is Heaven sent Joe can't control... Where his money goes He's Mighty Joe. |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Del Jan'98 3939 Buffalo Grant Lee / Mighty (0000)
I'm in tight with a demon called Deception
It's alright he's a treating me quite well I'm in tight with a demon called Deception He's right beside me when I fail To whisper words like brother nothin' here is any good See the birds they're a dropping like a star Wormwood And all I wanted was a little patch of green We were peasants and the cotton was our king And in the fields till I sing a prisoner's song Well Deception whistles right along Right along Charlie sang for a pocket full of pills While Deception was a clickin' his high heels We're in tight playing seven one night stands And Deception made me as I am As I am As I am As I am As I am I'm in tight I'm in tight I'm in tight Truth is I'm in tight I barely saw the light Just as it clicked in Something saved my skin Something saved my skin |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Del Jan'98 3939 Buffalo Grant Lee / Mighty (0000)
She rides unclothed through the streets of Coventry
Upon a great cockhorse hair to her knees I wore a Minotaur's Mask and I played the Moon Cow I was the last to see her anyhow No one's gonna lay eyes to see Lady Godiva and me Peeping Tom watched the whole thing from the sidelines Till the Peeping Tom's peeping had stricken poor Peeping Tom blind Even those things that we know can't be seen with two eyes And all those who look her over are surely to die No one's gonna lay eyes to see Lady Godiva and me Burn up the fields of your hallowed fuel Hotter than you ought to be Bury my bones in the stinking sands Casino for the world to see I got the mean streak I got the mean streak I got the mean streak The folks uptown they live on meat The things they say I can't repeat When you're walking down there Down there No one's gonna lay eyes to see Lady Godiva and me |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Del Jan'98 3939 Buffalo Grant Lee / Mighty (0000)
Shoot that cannonball into my wings
Shoot that cannonball into my wings Into my wings Gunpowder stings You better tell me sweet things Unload your pretty head into my ear Unload your pretty head into my ear Isn't it quaint Isn't it queer You gotta drag me back here Here Sing me Morrison would ya kizza-my-eyes Sing me Morrison would ya kizza-my-eyes Singing it low Singing it high Would ya kizza-my-eyes My eyes Turn me on my ear When you drag me right back here Here You got to drag me right back here You got to drag me right back here You got to drag me right back You got to drag me right back here Into love |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Del Jan'98 3939 Buffalo Grant Lee / Mighty (0000)
In the last days of Tecumseh there in the end
There were rumors of invasion even talk of spacemen But he couldn't believe all that he knew would fade In the ground below the airplanes Tecumseh were laid |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Del Jan'98 3939 Buffalo Grant Lee / Mighty (0000)
Never mind me 'cause I've been dead
Out of my body, been out of my head Never mind the songs they hum Don't wanna sing along with nothin' that I said Let him bring you happiness, happiness It's hard to come by, I confess I'm better at this than happiness, If you find it, share it with the rest of us Never mind the words that came Out of my mouth when all I could feel was pain The difference in the two of us Comes down to the way you rise over things I just put down Let him bring you happiness, happiness It's hard to come by, I confess I'm better at this than happiness If you find it share it with the rest of us, the rest of us Never mind me 'cause I've been dead Out of my body, been out of my head Never mind the curse of war Proud like a badge that just don't shine no more Let him bring you happiness, happiness Hard to come by, I confess I'm better at this than happiness, If you find it, share it with the rest of us |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Del Jan'98 3939 Buffalo Grant Lee / Mighty (0000)
It's the luck of the draw
How you wound up with me I don't know how at all But I beg you to stay Crawl around on this earth While the world's still small Honey, don't think About it too long now Honey, don't think, You're liable to figure me out Something wrong in my stars Could you look at my chart And help me heal these scars? Could you learn to read minds? In the case of mine Do you read in the dark? Honey, don't think About it too long now Honey, don't think, You're liable to figure me out You don't want to figure me out You don't want to figure me out Honey, don't think About it too long now Honey, don't think You're liable to figure me out (Repeat till fade) |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Del Jan'98 3939 Buffalo Grant Lee / Mighty (0000)
A fear of falling a fear that I could
From a place high above my stars well I would Be a liar to say I'm not scared anymore With a fear of falling on down to the floor To the floor these have-nots And haves divide for table scraps And lantern light and on this spot At last unite side by side by side A fear of losing this war is enough That I hold my head some days in my gloves And I wait for this Stone Age to slow to a stall But I fear we're nowhere near to a crawl To a crawl these have-nots And haves divide for table scraps And lantern light and on this spot At last unite side by side by side By side Side by side I gotta tell you there's dissension in the soup lines For they don't have much to show And if you don't believe you're standing on a land mine You'll just have to wait till it blows You'll just have to wait till it blows Blows To the floor these have-nots And haves divide for table scraps And lantern light and on this spot At last unite side by side by side By side Side by side by side By side Side by side by side By side Side by side by side I gotta tell you I gotta tell you I gotta tell you Side by side by side Side by side by side Side by side by side Side by side by side Side by side |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Del Jan'98 3939 Buffalo Grant Lee / Mighty (0000)
Rock of Ages
I am tumbling down Where the roots of trees Embrace you I do fall upon my knees And ask you how You can just sit there and be Rock of Ages I am crumbling now In an avalanche I'm reaching for the Rock of Ages Rock of Ages Rock of Ages Father now I have stepped Beyond my bounds Now the pack I wear It weighs a thousand pounds It drags me down Makes me think crazy Oh my Rock of Ages I have gone astray I heard my brother call I turned the other way Now I'm ashamed To face him Oh my Rock of Ages Rock of Ages Oh my Rock of Ages Rock of Ages Reach for the Rock of Ages Rock of Ages In the avalanche In the avalanche Heavy rock And I reach for the rock I reach for the rock In the avalanche it falls I reach for the rock I reach for the rock I reach for the rock In the avalanche In the avalanche Heavy rock Heavy rock Such a heavy rock |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo / Copperopolis (0000)
Faithless on the skids hung out to dry oh seen better days
With the sunlight fading like a tabloid and I I have found All those double-barreled freedom fighters are in for themselves And a call to arms has never been about anything else Fire one more round But hate is not a lone assailant Hear the drummers pound Listen to the homespun violent sound Hatred on the prowl underneath an oh new guise garb and gown And he's so persuasive when you look in his eyes all dumbfound And the double-talkin' politicians expose their intimate lives While the sheep are lowing for the shepherd to show he never arrives Fire one more round But hate is not a lone assailant Hear the drummers pound Listen to the homespun violent sound Sound Sound Ooh I'll tell you how it Pains to say this Ugliness is ours 'Cause I would better lay in bed and Maybe even sleep all day Maybe sleep some more Some more Too Yeah now Suspicion is a powerful religion when it leads to the force on these shores In the jungles of the midwest dwarf militia train for war right on course Unlike the famous fable revolution won't yield a firework show Unlike the famous fable revolution won't end on July the Fourth Fire one more round But hate is not a lone assailant Hear the drummers pound Listen to the homespun violent sound Sound Sound Sound Yeah sound Yeah the homespun sound I hear the sound Yeah the homespun sound |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo / Copperopolis (0000)
Crossing the bridge where many lean to see
Over the rail to glance the trembling stream Others stay to the center fearful it might sway And all those who would choose to turn back the other way But you and me have own bridge to cross Weather worn and sea tossed We've our own bridge to cross let's not Make any excuses I came upon someone's used and yellowed paperback A collection of dreams and their meanings all conveyed Seems to dream of a bridge denotes a thousand different things If the planks are secure or the rope is broke or frayed But you and me have own bridge to cross Weather worn and sea tossed We've our own bridge to cross let's not Make any excuses Na na na You and me have own bridge to cross Weather worn and sea tossed We've our own bridge to cross let's not Make any excuses |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo / Copperopolis (0000)
Maybe the rain's holding off
Surely it knows we're down here Walking 'round there barefoot lost Pretty soon these clouds've got to clear I know it's a lot Arousing thunder I only ask you to stop For a second so I could coax you to talk Think when we first laid eyes Didn't know who you were and then I was one more passerby You were the girl in the entryway that's all that I knew but oh You were still in school and I was insecure I know it's a lot Arousing thunder I only ask you to stop For a second so I could coax you to talk 'Bout your dreams and Orange soda Tea leaves TV More More Looks like the rain's holding off Might as well take this slow You know sometimes when I hold you in silence I listen real close Then I hear you talking to my soul Well I know it ain't half Of this story I'm only meaning to ask Just what would it take to coax you to laugh To laugh To laugh To laugh What would it what would it what would it take you to laugh What would it what would it what would it take you to laugh Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba To laugh La la la |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo / Copperopolis (0000)
Here is the one here is the one here is the one mistake that can not be made
There is a line that is crossed over once and only once let it be said All of the hubris clenched in our fist won't punch our way out of here You know what I've told and I tell but you won't let it pass into your ears Even the oxen ramming their heads on wood rails Come to know pain before the rusted barrier falls Before the radio long before radio waves struck down to touch Off the wild flame that took all in its path and trampled the young underbrush Music shooed clouds away billowing anxieties are rolled over and out Seems like a lot of folks gave up and got out except for the truly devout Who like the oxen ramming their heads on wood rails Came to be dizzy before the barrier fell Love is the one love is the one weapon that hasn't been brandished yet in this song Strikes fear in the pockets of bankers and generals without it we can't carry on And all of us knew this at one time from teething to toothless it's safe to say But useless perhaps to point out that we've lost our instincts and awe in this day And like the oxen ramming their heads on tin walls Might come to know mercy before the barrier falls And I come to know mercy before the barrier falls And I come to know mercy before the barrier falls Falls falls And it falls falls falls And it falls falls falls |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo / Copperopolis (0000)
Music of a southern day and the nectar of brass
Spilling into Congo Square where the queens used to pass There lies no greater place for one left to drift And there hides no greater lie and no bigger myth And in the heat of crackdown all is silent Just before the match is struck and the gas is poured along roads But in the heat of crackdown all is silent underneath Gunned down in the drive a foreign exchange Student from Japan whose fate it was shortchanged You saw it all when it made the national news How the isolated incident occured in Baton Rouge And in the heat of crackdown all is silent Just before the match is struck and the gas is poured along roads But in the heat of crackdown all is silent underneath And it's a crackdown on beliefs Everyone watching The events from the sky No bodies touching Don't wish to prize Into our own lives Into our own Terrorism terrify tear the truth in two Seeks to paralyze weaken turn the screws But only cowards could create the OK bomb 'Cause no bomb is OK when there can be no calm And in the heat of crackdown all is silent While the voice of power over roars condemns the songs of Innocence and finally it's a crackdown on beliefs Oh it's a crackdown on beliefs And it's a crackdown on beliefs Oh oh oh And this is a crackdown on beliefs (na na na na) Will you have a crackdown on beliefs (na na na na) This a crackdown on beliefs This is a crackdown This is a crackdown This is a crackdown This is a crackdown |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo / Copperopolis (0000)
You call me from your armchair with no will to be there
The weight of your armored suit so immense Caught up in the turnstiles even talk becomes battle Withdraw your only defense I've held that emptiness I've held it and I've made the same wish at times To lunge headlong and out of reach So bleak or bare I'll hold you through each Praying to the saints and now the candle is low Regrets won't hasten their remedy Even when it's awkward in the dull loss of words oh Please don't hide your sorrow from me 'Cause I've held oh that emptiness I've held it and I've made the same wish at times To lunge headlong and out of reach So bleak or bare I'll hold you through each Hold you through each Na na na You call me from your armchair Everyone's been there once I'll be at your side when you're needing someone |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo / Copperopolis (0000)
I could lay down on green Swedish moss
Wherever my bed roll could be tossed I could find sleep in the back of a cab I'm all that I have I've got a girl a waiting for me Just down the dock and over the sea Until I lay my head in her lap I'm all that I have I'm all that I have I'm all that I have I'm all I'm all I'm all Here the black toadstools logs and green moss Are sealed from the city's violet exhaust ah Only the sound of the thunderclap I'm all that I have I'm all that I have I'm all that I have I'm all that I have Well I'm all that I have |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo / Copperopolis (0000)
You crawl up my vine and my soul's unwound
Clouds are miles down as the song unwinds I'm conducting nothing anything at all No I know I know If I lose the floor I don't want no twist Want to bite through this 'til I can hear no more All the talkin' dissin' doggin' Now I know I know I know Not like two and two Never seems to add up like I want it to Not like two and two Why can't I get this off lazy spent and spun Off my chest for once 'cause I'm feeling lost It's a waste of ink and paper Laboring over anecdotes In the center ring welter-weight tongue-tied He was petrified before the song was sang He fell back against the rope and Dared to do the rope-a-dope Not like two and two Never seems to add up like I want it to Not like two and two It goes on and on on and on I'm tired of saying I don't get it anymore I don't care To hear you tell it tell me I can't tell you anything Ah [scraps of phrases - spoken] Why the face the frown now and why so blue Not like two and two when you're feeling down It's a thing we both know so so Can't we just explain away Not like two and two Never seems to add up like I want it to Not like two and two And on and on on and on On and on on and on On it goes on and on It goes on and on It goes on and on Well it goes on and on Goes on and on Goes goes It goes it goes It goes on Goes on and on |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo / Copperopolis (0000)
Soon we'll count the rings inside all one by one
Wondering if I could point to the place Where we first slept 'neath it's branches Oh oh Leaves once rose like an ocean we swam when we were boys This one was all things a mansion a fortress And as we matured it was shade for The secrets that we passed along But this oak has grown old wither-wrung It threatens to fall Better for us if the axe splits the trunk they say On your tip toes a ten-penny nail jutting high in the bark Relics of tree houses built and torn down Places we hid after dark oh Oh oh Please please lend some belief to this hard wasted ground Where little green soldiers and Indians fought This is the burial mound of My youth and my innocence This oak has grown old wither-wrung It threatens to fall Better for us if the axe splits the trunk they say Oh oh oh Better for us Better for us Better for us Better for us yeah Better for us Better for us Oh oh oh |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo / Copperopolis (0000)
Gift of the sage chaparral
Born of this bone-dry heat In summer when roads turn caramel The earthquakes and everyone leaves Where have they gone Far from Hyperion And Sunset Boulevard Where have they gone North up to Oregon And Mt. Saint Helens ha ha ha Left behind dishes and furniture Took only the blankets to sleep Sprinkled their pillows with lavender Safe from the grasp of the enemy Where have they gone Far from Hyperion And Sunset Boulevard Where have they gone North up to Oregon And Mt. Saint Helens ha Thrown from the nest of Los Angeles Naive and motherless each Dear friends farewell Write down the e-mail for me We're out of town till these aftershocks Let up most definitely Where have they gone Far from Hyperion And Sunset Boulevard Word is you've gone On up to Oregon With room for company Flown from the nest of Los Angeles Naive and motherless me |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo / Copperopolis (0000)
Whittled me down 'til I was kindling for the fire
'Cause I might've found out for myself in a while Round and round it goes Soon it comes to blows School house crushed the kid Snuff his will to flower But now that the answer has Been offered oh so eloquently Pummeled you hard 'til you began to settle in By the end of the day even they took you as one of them Round and round it goes Soon it comes to blows You know in the streets below the High rise is the ghetto Now that the answer has Been offered oh so eloquently Speaker of the house I'll never be as powerful as you As I've only known the humble work that which these hands can do Soon it comes to blows In this moment fragile Unearthing Wade and Roe while in The inner city it's a battle Creation Myth and gun control Are all up for grabs and on the mantel It hits a little too close to home for most I can't turn it around but I can turn the channel Now that the answer has Been offered oh so eloquently Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh think I'll just drift away slowly Oh think I'll just drift away slowly Oh think I'll just drift away slowly Oh think I'll just drift away slowly Think I'll just drift away slowly Think I'll just drift away slowly Think I'll just drift away slowly Ah [Scraps of phrases] |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo / Copperopolis (0000)
You've come this far
Followed each And every star Not to reach The peak would seem so wrong Your eyes look tired Want to sleep Although this climb's So steep We must keep pressing on Down it's the only way down It's the only way down Down it's the only way down It's the only way down I've heard you sing Quiet voice Of adverse things Now you've made the choice To overcome This mountains' spire Towering Below the summit Cowering You've seen how others clung Down it's the only way down It's the only way down Down it's the only way down It's the only way down You've come this far Along this wind Around this bend Now look at where you are |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
Bring me home
To this house of many days Just lay me on the floor Hard and cool as slate You know I love it more and more Than before I ran away It triggers off so many hurts Hurtful words and broken plates I've been lied to Now I'm Fuzzy I've been lied to All and all The world is small enough for both of us To meet upon the interstate Waiting on a train And just when those big arms lift up Fall in love with no time to say it And I would have liked to Now I'm Fuzzy I would have liked to Now I'm Fuzzy Fuzzy now Here we are In our car Driving down the street We're looking for a place to stop Have a bite to eat We hunger for a bit of faith To replace the fear We water like a dead bouquet Does no good does it dear And I've been lied to Now I'm Fuzzy We've been lied to Now we're Fuzzy Fuzzy now Lied to. |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
Take a rush laugh
Was the world this fuzzy last year Take a walk run past The old machines that sleep in pastures It's the well that draws you back When the gate you open latches Overgrown with leaves and phone lines Now I can't remember who I was before Changed my name changed my face We're coming down We're coming down We're coming down We're coming down Take a rush relax Does the rock believe you're happy Take a drive to crash Into the bike you once pedaled madly Quite content among the mint Now I can't remember who I was before Changed our coats cleared our throats to say We're coming down We're coming down We're coming down We're coming down |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
Are we still on the phone
With the lady Anna Clarke and her trumpet solo Whose ghost sings for pay In the blue billiard room of the Monterey For room and for board And the backdoor key is a 19th century civil war sword Once owned by John Booth Who misplaced his script wen he caught his leather boot This could be the shining hour Based on all those mad beliefs In the money oil and angel powder In the new age magazine There's a hole in the wall Behind the photograph of Al Capone he's a sittin' down at city hall The police they peek thru here And they watch you get dressed in the two-way mirror But it's all in good spirits And if you close your eyes ya can't help help but to hear 'em move This could be the shining hour Based on all those mad beliefs In the money oil and angel powder In the new age magazine I propose a toast To the memory of the horse who carried King Tut and his gold Into the sun He collapsed last summer from the heat stroke somewhere in the East Village oh It kills me to think That I'm no longer living just looking for excuses to drink So lift up your glass And you Ouija board 'cause I'm fading fading fading fast This could be the shining hour Based on all those mad beliefs In the money oil and angel powder In the new age magazine |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
Are we still on the phone
With the lady Anna Clarke and her trumpet solo Whose ghost sings for pay In the blue billiard room of the Monterey For room and for board And the backdoor key is a 19th century civil war sword Once owned by John Booth Who misplaced his script wen he caught his leather boot This could be the shining hour Based on all those mad beliefs In the money oil and angel powder In the new age magazine There's a hole in the wall Behind the photograph of Al Capone he's a sittin' down at city hall The police they peek thru here And they watch you get dressed in the two-way mirror But it's all in good spirits And if you close your eyes ya can't help help but to hear 'em move This could be the shining hour Based on all those mad beliefs In the money oil and angel powder In the new age magazine I propose a toast To the memory of the horse who carried King Tut and his gold Into the sun He collapsed last summer from the heat stroke somewhere in the East Village oh It kills me to think That I'm no longer living just looking for excuses to drink So lift up your glass And you Ouija board 'cause I'm fading fading fading fast This could be the shining hour Based on all those mad beliefs In the money oil and angel powder In the new age magazine |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
Just a girl who can't say no
And her sweetheart on parole Parents named her Jupiter To bless her with a lucky soul He's a boy who never cried When they locked him up inside And she nicknamed him her teardrop For the tattoo by his eye Now she's sleeping in her bed And he's sleeping in her bed And it's Jupiter and Teardrop And it's Jupiter and Teardrop She divines by radio Pushing buttons show to show And she wonders 'bout the fate of Lovers in the barrio She forgets after a while When she tunes in on the dial Jackie Wilson's Lonely Teardrops And she drives another mile Now she's sleeping in her bed And he's sleeping in her bed And it's Jupiter and Teardrop And it's Jupiter and Teardrop And it's Jupiter and Teardrop And they want to have a child Walk together down the aisle But the world they live in is mean And it's built on sheer denial The phone rings it's for her Got to see ya Jupiter I'm in trouble with the law Bring my 38 caliber Now she's sleeping in her bed As she pulls the phone plug dead dead And it's Jupiter and Teardrop And it's Jupiter and Teardrop And it's Jupiter and Teardrop oh And it's Jupiter and Teardrop And it's Jupiter and Tear oh And it's Jupiter and Tear Oh oh Ooh ooh ooh |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
See the end see the end of time
From the widow's walk I feel the undertow It grows and my fishin' pole Like a willow bends toward the blackest hole To the hole See the film see the black and whites Circle stationed stupid to the tape that rolls My soul receives another blow From the flashlight of the city hate line Oh oh ooh ooh ooh ooh I wish you well I tell you that it can be helped I told you it can be helped See the bad dreams that you speak about And all the things you bring to light are comin' down Now everybody hit the ground Fear is on the march and in the lost and found These are the times to read between the lines Yeah my truck runneth over false prophet signs And road blocks In the road I wish you well I tell you that it can be helped I told you it can be helped I told you it can be helped (Los Angeles has been hit - Spoken) Newspaper cloaks to wrap the truth Propagand-acid dropped on the youth It's easy to see like pulling a tooth No one in line in the ballot booth The Dragon down south may blow some smoke Even the Jester is drummin' up votes They talk about building morale and hope They're just building bigotry a better rope One that won't break one you can't even see One made of paper and policies I wish you well I tell you that it can be helped I told you it can be helped It can be helped Oh but it can be helped |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
Steel mill streets overrun
The ghost of cars in the yard Sunflower speaks of a one Of a one Engines purr up above The el train roars like our love Like our love I can hide in you In your chestnut hair I'll confide in you Whisper in your ear When the earth is ripe All the worms wake up In their stars and stripes And their swastikas There's a cure in sight Set your soul at ease For the red and white And the blue disease La, shoo-be-do-la Do-be-do-be-la-la Dee-dee-dee-dee-la Dee-dee-dee-dee-la Dee-dee-dee-dee-la Do-be-do-be-la Got you on my Handycam, it fits in my hand Got you on my Handycam Got you on my Handycam, fits in my hand Fits in my hand, see my green light I got you on the Handycam, fits in my hand Got you on the Handycam Got you on the Handycam, fits in my hand Fits in my hand, see my Got you on my Handycam, fits in my hand Got you on my Handycam, green light I got you on my Handycam, fits in my hand Sits in my hand, see my green light I, on the Handycam, fits in my hand And got you on the Handycam, green light I got you on the Handycam Got you on my Handycam My, ooh, ooh, ooh Got you on my Handycam Down in my soul Moon River flows All my trials Oh, all my trials Will halt |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
The soft wolf tread
Thru Emerald Forest he was lookin' to make a bed There in the spindly thicket softly did he tread The soft wolf tread Sure was starved And thru his silver coat his ribs shown sharply carved The hand that feeds was pickin' weeds Sure looked starved Up comes Hood he's beautiful As a sirloin steak to a pit bull chained up It's good to see such an old friend again Such an old friend again Such an old friend again Then he said Dear Hood what brings you to this neck of the woods In your scarlet cape and your basket full of grapes What lures you to the woods The soft wolf tread The clearing and he's nervously tugging on his earring He talked how good such an old friend again Such an old friend again Such an old friend again Oh Such an old Such an old Such an old Ooh ooh ooh And then he spun A twisted tale 'bout a child who cried his name So many times that even when he yelled no one ever came The soft wolf tread The soft wolf tread The soft wolf tread Well he tread and tread and tread and tread Yeah an old friend again Such an old friend again Such an old friend again |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
There's a bullet in the heart tonight in the heart of Texas
Shout it to the Dallasites we are rolling home They shot an angel in mid-flight and now she won't protect us Shout it to the bedlamites we are westward ho Pray the holy war is ending Like in the films of Hollywood And the angels are descending (important important) Like Koreshians said They would before too long Sing a Lone Star Song They had him nailed up to a T with a T for Texas His disciples with artillery they held the fort inside And by the time the story broke down at Dealey Plaza We've already caught the smoke read the TV guide Pray the holy war is ending (ending) Like the films of Hollywood And the choppers are descending (easy words easy words) Like Ma. Reno said They would before too long Sing a Lone Star Song Lone Star Song of the south Words that can't help But escape my mouth When they bring down the house Day upon day Day upon day Day upon day Ooh ooh ooh Pray the holy war is ending (ending) Like the films of the Hollywood And the trumpet's blast is blending With the crack of burning Wood/would before too long Sing a Lone Star Song Lone Star Song Lone Star Lone Star Song Sing a Lone Star Song Lone Star easy words come on come on |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
A flat-footed traveler came in off the street
And opened up his carpet bag of Persian at my feet And gathering up the remnant trampled 'neath his heels I've come for your brother he said pointin' to the fields Blazing now flames of blue Brace yourself I will take him from you His face was not angelical saintly in the least And I could tell from his accent he was from the East And I took him for a cripple he walked with a cane I've come for your brother he said pointin' to the plains Blazing now flames of blue Brace yourself I will take him from you Take him from you Ooh ooh ooh Now the New World flags are flyin' ships are on alert The orders sent out overseas mustn't be overheard While information flickers in her war machines Me I have my orders and lamps of kerosene Blazing now flames of blue Brace yourself I will take him from you I will take him from you Ooh ooh ooh I will take him from you I will take him from you I will take him Ooh ooh ooh |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
Devastation at last, finally we meet
After all of these years out here in the street I had a feeling you would make yourself known You came along just to claim your place on the throne Now I have been overthrown, overthrown And I thought if I toe the right lines But these mockingbirds won't let me shine Devastation, my door was left open wide You brought me into your heart and you swallowed my pride I had a feeling you were hiding your thoughts I made a note to myself, I nearly forgot Now I'm overwrought, I'm overwrought (2x) And I thought if I toe the right lines But these mockingbirds won't let me shine One day this ground will break and open up for me I hope it will, I hope it will Salutations at last, I'm down on my knees I heard the bugle this morning blast Reveille Woke from a dream where I was in a terrible realm All my sails were ablaze, I was chained to the helm Now I'm overwhelmed, overwhelmed (4x) And I thought if I toe the right lines But these mockingbirds won't let me shine |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
Let go of my hand
I don't wanna drag you Down with me now Let go of my hand It would destroy you To reach out to me See me I'm drowning And I'll take anything To keep me afloat now Till I get to the land Think of yourself Let go of my hand See it as it is See it as it really is See it as it is Let go of my hand I don't wanna fool you Into believing I meant anything It would destroy us In one single minute Look at us both now We're already in it See it as it is See it as it really is See it as it is Let go of my hand Let go of my hand Let go of my hand Of my hand Na na na See it as it is See it as it really is See it as it is See it as it really is See it as it is See it as it really is See it as it is See it |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
It's the luck of the draw
How you wound up with me I don't know how at all But I beg you to stay Crawl around on this earth While the world's still small Honey, don't think About it too long now Honey, don't think, You're liable to figure me out Something wrong in my stars Could you look at my chart And help me heal these scars? Could you learn to read minds? In the case of mine Do you read in the dark? Honey, don't think About it too long now Honey, don't think, You're liable to figure me out You don't want to figure me out You don't want to figure me out Honey, don't think About it too long now Honey, don't think You're liable to figure me out (Repeat till fade) |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
I heard that your Orpheus he done left town
Snuck out the back way while you slept face down Bound for the underworld he rolled down his wool sleeves And like a serpent coiled about the wet leaves Tennessee waltzing a dance of disease Can't you see Pick up your shears Delilah right there Leave all your cares to fall like dead hair Outside a carriage waits to take you home Its tricky handbrake will not hold out for long Do hop inside for your map it has been drawn Can't you see What leads you What leads you What leads you What leads Pickin' the mandrake I would use for tea I heard the water spirits calling me And faintly a peacock cried behind the tulles Can't you see That when you feel it tickle your brain Filling your skull's bowl with a butane Maybe the genie wants back in the lamp He's run out of wishes and his clothes are all damp Back to the bottle though he knows just how cramped That can be What leads you What leads you What leads you What leads you What is it now now What is it What is it What is it now What is it now now What leads Well what leads you What leads you now now now Down down down Down down down down down What leads you |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
Never mind me 'cause I've been dead
Out of my body, been out of my head Never mind the songs they hum Don't wanna sing along with nothin' that I said Let him bring you happiness, happiness It's hard to come by, I confess I'm better at this than happiness, If you find it, share it with the rest of us Never mind the words that came Out of my mouth when all I could feel was pain The difference in the two of us Comes down to the way you rise over things I just put down Let him bring you happiness, happiness It's hard to come by, I confess I'm better at this than happiness If you find it share it with the rest of us, the rest of us Never mind me 'cause I've been dead Out of my body, been out of my head Never mind the curse of war Proud like a badge that just don't shine no more Let him bring you happiness, happiness Hard to come by, I confess I'm better at this than happiness, If you find it, share it with the rest of us |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
A simple tale of rich to rags
But one that often comes to mind The seer that looked into the mirror And left his sleeping wife behind I said goodnight Sir John Dee Well light is a medicine to all of us With which we feed the silver lamb That walks beside the wolf of the trinity They say her teeth are made of sand I said goodnight John Dee Goodnight A lantern swinging like a pendulum The shape of your smile's shadow appears To invoke the worst I reached into my purse And I took out the shew-stone gently And I said goodnight well goodnight John Dee Goodnight well goodnight John Dee Goodnight goodnight John Dee Goodnight |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
There was a light blue as a welder's torch
It used to shine over the fields And all the wise men strong men were drawn for miles Followed a star to Bethlehem Steel Our mother's father worked here in World War Two On the main floor operating the drill And in his open palms little splinters remind him of The booming days days of Bethlehem Steel But the steeples on the hills they point To a better life beyond this one And that promise penetrates the clouds And mighty walls of brick red cinnamon Ah ah Take a walk past Lazarus Moving n' Storage Behind the Goodman's Furniture Store See the smoke stacks rise on up to heaven's step While on earth we're burnin' this miracle iron ore But the steeples on the hills they point To a better life beyond this one And that promise penetrates the clouds Even when they block the fiery sun The sun There was a light blue as a welder's torch It used to shine over the fields And all of the wise men strong men were drawn for miles Followed a star to Bethlehem Steel Bethlehem Steel Bethlehem Steel Bethlehem Steel Bethlehem Steel Yeah Steel Yeah Steel Bethlehem Steel Ah Steel Bethlehem Steel Bethlehem Steel Yeah Steel Steel Yeah Steel (A scrap of a phrase - Spoken) Oh Steel Ah Steel |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
(B-sides & Outtakes From Mighty Joe Moon 1994)
They had a crush on you river Blue suede jacket and boots river And your face shaped like a moon river You were like my own James Byron Dean Private Idaho was my East of Eden Hit me like a stone when I heard you passed On Halloween You were only 23 River And restless as the sea river But but ya had a hold on me oh river |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
Maybe the rain's holding off
Surely it knows we're down here Walking 'round there barefoot lost Pretty soon these clouds've got to clear I know it's a lot Arousing thunder I only ask you to stop For a second so I could coax you to talk Think when we first laid eyes Didn't know who you were and then I was one more passerby You were the girl in the entryway that's all that I knew but oh You were still in school and I was insecure I know it's a lot Arousing thunder I only ask you to stop For a second so I could coax you to talk 'Bout your dreams and Orange soda Tea leaves TV More More Looks like the rain's holding off Might as well take this slow You know sometimes when I hold you in silence I listen real close Then I hear you talking to my soul Well I know it ain't half Of this story I'm only meaning to ask Just what would it take to coax you to laugh To laugh To laugh To laugh What would it what would it what would it take you to laugh What would it what would it what would it take you to laugh Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba To laugh La la la |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
Mild amnesia love ya so-so
And such and such Tom let's take a walk love Look you squarely in the eye Two paupers are your friends Now your rouge is wearing thin I'm picking out the little pins You planted in my side Gold chain drag My enemy grows fatter And I sense a social unaware I sleep beneath a metal roof Rain goes patter patter Gold chain drag Gold chain drag Gold chain drag Ah ah ah Gold chain drag Gold chain drag Gold chain drag Gold chain drag Gold chain drag Gold chain drag Has anybody seen my chain Has anybody seen Has anybody seen Has anybody seen my chain Gold chain drag Gold chain drag Gold chain drag |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
Faithless on the skids hung out to dry oh seen better days
With the sunlight fading like a tabloid and I I have found All those double-barreled freedom fighters are in for themselves And a call to arms has never been about anything else Fire one more round But hate is not a lone assailant Hear the drummers pound Listen to the homespun violent sound Hatred on the prowl underneath an oh new guise garb and gown And he's so persuasive when you look in his eyes all dumbfound And the double-talkin' politicians expose their intimate lives While the sheep are lowing for the shepherd to show he never arrives Fire one more round But hate is not a lone assailant Hear the drummers pound Listen to the homespun violent sound Sound Sound Ooh I'll tell you how it Pains to say this Ugliness is ours 'Cause I would better lay in bed and Maybe even sleep all day Maybe sleep some more Some more Too Yeah now Suspicion is a powerful religion when it leads to the force on these shores In the jungles of the midwest dwarf militia train for war right on course Unlike the famous fable revolution won't yield a firework show Unlike the famous fable revolution won't end on July the Fourth Fire one more round But hate is not a lone assailant Hear the drummers pound Listen to the homespun violent sound Sound Sound Sound Yeah sound Yeah the homespun sound I hear the sound Yeah the homespun sound |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
Wind sure kicked up in the last hour or so
Just as re-entry was close we came tumbling down Like a falling star over New Mexico They snowed the crashing at Corona Threatened the Teletype photographed our bodies They sold the crashing at Corona As a radar reflector flew us out to Albuquerque Brass came to the Great Plains with their armored cars jeeps and junk Took great pains with the remains till they all were inside the crates and trunks Then the freight was lifted into the bombers' haul They snowed the crashing at Corona Interrupted the wire concealed debris They sold the crashing at Corona Said a weather balloon went down out of White Sands Trinity Rains came plugged the storm drains shame while the 509th bomb grew Rocket wrecks wind the Bolex days of space age what lie next Verification of the Kodak test They snowed the crashing at Corona Interrupted the wire concealed debris They snowed the crashing at Corona Said a weather balloon went down out of White Sands Trinity Flew us out to Albuquerque Flew us out to Albuquerque Flew us out to Albuquerque White Sands Trinity |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
You crawl up my vine and my soul's unwound
Clouds are miles down as the song unwinds I'm conducting nothing anything at all No I know I know If I lose the floor I don't want no twist Want to bite through this 'til I can hear no more All the talkin' dissin' doggin' Now I know I know I know Not like two and two Never seems to add up like I want it to Not like two and two Why can't I get this off lazy spent and spun Off my chest for once 'cause I'm feeling lost It's a waste of ink and paper Laboring over anecdotes In the center ring welter-weight tongue-tied He was petrified before the song was sang He fell back against the rope and Dared to do the rope-a-dope Not like two and two Never seems to add up like I want it to Not like two and two It goes on and on on and on I'm tired of saying I don't get it anymore I don't care To hear you tell it tell me I can't tell you anything Ah [scraps of phrases - spoken] Why the face the frown now and why so blue Not like two and two when you're feeling down It's a thing we both know so so Can't we just explain away Not like two and two Never seems to add up like I want it to Not like two and two And on and on on and on On and on on and on On it goes on and on It goes on and on It goes on and on Well it goes on and on Goes on and on Goes goes It goes it goes It goes on Goes on and on |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
I was hangin' with some friends,
in the parkinglot one night near the summer's end. I leaned back against the glass, Of a car to watch all those speeding comets crash It made me think about us, made me think about us. Truly, truly, truly I want you Truly, truly, truly I do Truly, truly, truly i want you You where lying by the pool, and the surface of the water was a lapis jewel I dove in to make a splash, woke ya from your dream, nodding off out on the grass. It made me think about us. Truly, truly, truly I want you Truly, truly, truly I do Truly, truly, truly I want you Truly, truly, truly I want you Truly, truly, truly I do Truly, truly, truly I want you It's just been to long, that we set aside some time alone I sure could use your point of view And it's been awhile since we dropped our guard and cracked a smile Don't you think it's overdue Well how 'bout you Truly, truly, truly I want you Truly, truly, truly I do Truly, truly, truly I want you Truly, truly, truly I want you Truly, truly, truly I do Truly, truly, truly I want you Oh, oh truly, oh truly! Truly, truly, truly I want you Truly, truly, truly I do Truly, truly, truly I want you |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
Were you there at the creek
That is called Wounded Knee Were you there at the creek There but unseen In the 7th Calvary Were you there at the creek Were you there on the wind That hammered the plains Were you there on the wind To scatter their names I'll ask you again Were you there on the wind It makes me weep It makes me weep It makes me weep Now how could you be Were you there in the crowd When the first shot rang out Were you there in the crowd Moving about Black powder cloud Were you there in the crowd Were you there by the Sioux With the white Flag of Truce Were you there by the Sioux 'Cause the flag was no use The bullets all flew Were you there by the Sioux It makes me weep It makes me weep It makes me weep Now how could you be If you choose sides I know where you were With soldiers that ride So stalwart and sure Not into pride Into massacre It makes me weep It makes me weep It makes me weep Now how could you be |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
How can I give a testimony of my life
When I'm still trying hard to hold my head up high I'm trying so hard to hold my head up high And every time I turn around Feel as though I've let you down Always something else And every time I turn around Feel as though I've let ya down But I can't outrun myself How can I give a testimony of my time When it's so hard to pen a simple valentine It weighs a little heavy on my mind And every time I turn around Feel as though I've let you down Always something else And every time I turn around Feel as though I've let ya down But I can't outrun myself Oh oh you know If I told ya once I've told you loads before I couldn't love ya more And every time I turn around Feel as though I've let you down Always something else And every time I turn around Feel as though I've let ya down But I can't outrun myself No oh oh oh But I can't outrun myself Ooh ooh ooh Ta ta ta |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
Whatever happens to the plans we lay
Seems like we've watched them all go south And I done lost count of the mistakes I've made Just tell me it isn't too late now Where do we go from here Where do we go from here Where do we go from here my friend Whatever feelings you still have for me I wouldn't want to see them wane It hasn't all come to us easily But I wouldn't change it just the same Where do we go from here (where do we go from here) Where do we go from here (where do we go from here) Where do we go from here my friend It's comin' out wrong once again It's comin' out wrong once again Maybe your timin' it just wasn't right Maybe the sky was over-cast Maybe the fruit was fallin' 'fore it was ripe Maybe we just weren't built to last Where do we go from here (where do we go from here) Where do we go from here (where do we go from here) Where do we go from here my friend Where do we go from here (where do we go from here) Where do we go from here (where do we go from here) Where do we go from here my friend My friend Where do we go from here Where do we go from here Where do we go from here |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
Fine fine strychnine free the mind cure the blind
Ho ho recline to the country a-goldmines I got it comin' out-a my ears Fine fine take your time stay put in the alpines Ho ho Cocteau you get mixin' the moonshine He'll teach you how to walk through mirrors My my my you're petrified My my my you're sick inside My my my you're stupefied And I know what it's like Touche Broadway's no place for a padre No way Jose ya hike back to the country Those brooks are tremblin' there for you Nix nix on the card tricks carve your name in the candle stick Make haste double click they may call you a lunatic Oh man but they haven't got a clue My my my you're glorified My my my you're sick inside My my my you're certified And I My my my you're sanctified My my my you're squinty eyed My my my my tongue is tied But I know what it's like Delta high tide pack your bags and take a bride Brush fires mud slides plug your ears and overt your eyes Be still and it'll pass by you My my my you're mortified My my my you're chicken fried My my my it's a nationwide Tonight My my my you're spirit guide Has up and fled and stole your ride My my my you're stupefied But I know what it's like Fine fine fine fine Fine fine fine fine Fine fine fine fine Fine fine fine fine Fine fine fine fine Fine fine fine fine Ooh ooh ooh La la la |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Storm Hymnal : Gems From The Vault of Grant Lee Buffalo (2004)
Where in the world have I been
I must have tripped on the way in Diving into the shallow end I must have gone and broke the skin Hold me close and let me know I'm not alone for once Hold me close and tell me that I never really was Why on the earth could I not see The cloud a hangin' over me But I did a dance to make it rain And it just overflowed the drains ooh Hold me close and let me know I'm not alone for once Hold me close and tell me that I never really was Hold me close and let me know I'm not alone for once Hold me close and tell me that I never really was Ah ah ah |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo (1998)
I put an APB on you tonight searchlights citywide
I flash your face upon the news at nine I put the heat on high whatever I gotta do to find you Won't let fair-weather friends step in to hold ya back or blind you I need you more than ever You are the only one Better be sure put out An all-points bulletin All-points bulletin I gaze through infrared done lost my head a long long time ago I've got no hounds to sic upon your trail ya know Just desperation on my breath I have to sit back stabilize So I don't scare you when I'm close enough to catch your eye I need you more than ever You are the only one Better be sure put out An all-points bulletin An all-points bulletin An all-points bulletin Bulletin I need you more than ever You are the only one Better be sure put out An all-points bulletin An all-points bulletin An all-points bulletin Bulletin Ooh yeah |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo (1998)
I need a second just to catch my breath
I need a second wind to blow my wad I'll play the second fiddle second best oh Shang lang lang That second coming is a second guess Won't need a second hand there on my watch My second nature takes a second to kick in oh Shang lang lang Shang lang lang Soon very soon it's a common sensation Soon very soon I need some second sight to see this through You know that second rate it just won't do I'll make a second strike a looking out a second story room And then at second thought I might get bored Of playing soldier in the Second World War Second generation from the secondhand store Shang lang lang Shang lang lang Shang lang lang Soon very soon it's a common sensation Soon very soon a-like-the-fate-a-the nation Soon very soon such a common sensation Ah ah I need a second just to catch my breath I need a second wind to blow my wad I'll play the second fiddle second best oh Shang lang lang Shang lang lang Shang lang lang Soon very soon it's a common sensation Soon very soon a-like-the-fate-a-the nation Soon very soon well such a common sensation Soon very soon a-like-the-fate-a-the nation Ah ah Soon very soon such a common sensation Soon very soon a-like-the-fate-a-the nation Soon very soon Very soon Very soon Very soon |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo (1998)
Well it may be hard to swallow
It may come as some surprise I ain't askin' for apologies I done tried them on for size Lay your head back on the pillow Let your eyes roll 'cross the floor See the center of the universe Just isn't you no more Right now you could use a change of tune Right now no one needs it more that you I know everyone is wicked Won't you change your tune Change your tune Change your tune I've been such a pollyanna I just rolled back like a rug Oh but you can't understand that no 'Cause you're in the hole you dug Right now you could use a change of tune Right now no one needs it more that you I know everyone is wicked Won't you change your tune Change your tune Change your tune It's a dead-end street It's a dead-end street That's what you're tryin' to tell me It's a dead issue When it's done it's through But I said it all so help me Ah ah ah Right now you could use a change of tune Right now no one needs it more that you I know everyone is wicked Won't you change your tune Change your tune Change your tune |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo (1998)
Sleepy rhythms were lulling us
Trolling down a long canal Onto savage shores and gilded floors Of coliseums through the load-in door Certain of this one thing Certain of this one thing Certain of this one thing That super slow motion got the upper hand on me On me On me Holy visions had ceased to come My tongue was numb and I was feeling tired Crying out in a wordless howl Screeching off to the underground Certain of this one thing (of this one thing) Certain of this one thing (of this one thing) Certain of this one thing (of this one thing) That super slow motion got the upper hand on me On me On me On me Sleepy rhythms were lulling us Syrup sweet and poisonous How I found my way back I'm not sure Through the channels and little streets that curve Certain (certain) of this one thing (of this one thing) Certain of (certain of) this one thing (this one thing) Certain (certain) of this one thing (of this one thing) That super slow motion got the upper hand on me On me On me On me Certain (certain) of this one thing (of this one thing) Certain of (certain of) this one thing (this one thing) Certain (certain) of this one thing (of this one thing) That super slow motion got the upper hand on me On me On me On me On me On me On me On me On me On me On me Ooh ooh ooh Got the upper hand (ooh ooh ooh) Got the upper hand (ooh ooh ooh) Got the upper hand (on me) Got the upper hand the upper hand on me On me On me On me Oh oh oh |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo (1998)
Now the troubadours are outside the court
With their gramophones and rifles And an awful cloud is daring to pour Such a wild scene a 3-D picture bible story And the floats of tinsel garland are downed Stalled for blocks on the parade route But the majorette still twirls in the rain And the marching band goes soaking wet And that's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how See the ladies in their queen union suits Shuffling gaily for the camera Doing high kicks in their felt button boots While the men puff their cigarettes from Panama Like the baby dolls of bisque on display In the shops of Barcelona There's a blankness that falls over his face As the speaker makes his way up to the podium Could he be so blind to sip lemonade In such a dire time well that's a fine That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do Ah ah Holding hostage in the opium dens That are tucked behind the alleyway Where the corridors of Amsterdam bend 'Neath the windows where the harlots pose like mannequins No one thinks of them on Valentines (do ya do) There's no chocolate box or cards to read And that's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo (1998)
A storm it was blowin' in
Twister was about to spin my way Her kitchen door was swingin' wide As if to say come on inside to stay Come to mama babe Come to mama she say Come to mama baby Get yourself into a cellar Gals go grab yourself a feller 'fore it's too late Friend you'd better run for cover Don't be caught alone out on lover's lane Come to mama babe Come to mama she say Come to mama baby It's best to make the most of this Fate is known to twirl and twist Even the face of the first girl I kissed I can't recall Not at all Preachers was a reachin' out The speaker wires callin' out my name Son we're in the final hour Making love you ought to be ashamed But if that woman ever stars him down The way she do he'd see it ain't that plain Come to mama babe Come to mama she say Come to mama baby It's best to make the most of this Fate is known to twirl and twist Even the face of the first girl I kissed I can't recall Can't recall Come to mama babe Come to mama she say Come to mama baby Well come come to mama babe she say Won't you come come to mama she say Won't you come come to mama baby Ooh ooh ooh Come come come come to mama Come come come come to mama (ooh ooh) Come come come come to mama (ooh ooh) Come come come come to mama Come come come come to mama Come come come come to mama Come come come come to mama |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo (1998)
Daisies in the chain
Woven in your hair that falls Into a braid Woven' round the statue's toes In the gardens you made Bells that sing and chime Little crystal bells that toll All through the night Never once did angels break Away from your side Won't ya hurry home Won't ya hurry home Hurry down that lone eight mile road Won't ya hurry home Now your seeds are sewn Hurry down that lone eight mile road Poppies red and gold Growin' wild as weeds beside Yellow brick road Growin' in the ditch where i Sailed a milk carton boat But how can you deny When the spirit wraps in broad Daylight And it looks you right between The eyes Won't ya hurry home Won't ya hurry home Hurry down that lone eight mile road Won't ya hurry home Now your leaves are strewn Hurry down that lone eight mile road Ooh All those talkin' sculls Ma they don't scare me much Not anymore Think I finally got my head 'round the door Won't ya hurry home Won't ya hurry home Hurry down that lone eight mile road Won't ya hurry home While the breeze is blowin' Hurry down that lone eight mile road Won't ya hurry home Now won't ya hurry home Hurry down that lone eight mile road Hurry home Down that lone eight mile road Hurry home Hurry home Down that lone eight mile road Hurry home Ooh ooh Hurry home Ooh ooh ooh |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo (1998)
Swarm 'round the hive sweet honey bee
Swarm to and fro just as ya please You're always welcome with your queen Everybody needs a little sanctuary Everybody needs a little sanctuary Some men will seek it in the church Only to find it on the sea Or where pay women walk the streets All of them seeking sanctuary All of them seeking sanctuary All of them seeking sanctuary Ooh ooh ooh I only hope I can provide That which you truly gave to me You never made me stand outside You always offered sanctuary You always offered sanctuary You always offered sanctuary Ooh ooh ooh (One more - Spoken) You always offered sanctuary You always offered sanctuary You always offered sanctuary You always offered sanctuary (A scrap of a phrase - Spoken) Ooh ooh ooh (ah ah) |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo (1998)
[A phrase - Spoken]
Hey I'm gentleman But I can take it 'bout as long as long can last and then I'll take it on the chin Mud is handy only when it comes to slingin' it Oh 'cause you ain't playing nice You've been rolling crooked dice Oh 'cause you ain't playing nice You've been rolling crooked dice Hey all you fakir men Get me when I'm goin' get me while I'm comin' in I need not to pretend But it's handy when I have to treat ya like a friend Oh 'cause you ain't playing nice You've been rolling crooked dice Oh 'cause you ain't playing nice You've been rolling crooked dice Hey all you gamblin' souls Ya play the horses and ya put me through your rigmarole But I can feel you sinking low And in fact you've fallen right in your own pigeonhole Oh 'cause you ain't playing nice You've been rolling crooked dice Oh 'cause you ain't playing nice You've been rolling crooked dice You've been rolling crooked dice You've been rolling crooked dice You've been rolling crooked dice (yeah) Crooked dice You've been rolling crooked dice You've been rolling crooked dice (yeah) You've been rolling crooked dice (yeah yeah yeah ooh) You've been rolling crooked dice (rolling crooked dice) You've been rolling crooked dice (rolling rolling) You've been rolling crooked dice (rolling rolling yeah) |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo (1998)
Have ya seen us out my honey and me
Knockin' on the doors of fortune for weeks In a big dead town where nothin' is free Lord up above throw me down the keys Have ya seen us out my baby and me Have ya seen us crouchin' elbow on knee In the curbside light of yellowed marquees Lord up above are ya out of reach La la la Have ya seen us stroll my honey and me With complete control my honey and me Have ya seen the likes of Annabel Lee She's a little songbird singing dweedle dee dee La la la Ooh |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo (1998)
I put an APB on you tonight searchlights citywide
I flash your face upon the news at nine I put the heat on high whatever I gotta do to find you Won't let fair-weather friends step in to hold ya back or blind you I need you more than ever You are the only one Better be sure put out An all-points bulletin All-points bulletin I gaze through infrared done lost my head a long long time ago I've got no hounds to sic upon your trail ya know Just desperation on my breath I have to sit back stabilize So I don't scare you when I'm close enough to catch your eye I need you more than ever You are the only one Better be sure put out An all-points bulletin An all-points bulletin An all-points bulletin Bulletin I need you more than ever You are the only one Better be sure put out An all-points bulletin An all-points bulletin An all-points bulletin Bulletin Ooh yeah |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo (1998)
I need a second just to catch my breath
I need a second wind to blow my wad I'll play the second fiddle second best oh Shang lang lang That second coming is a second guess Won't need a second hand there on my watch My second nature takes a second to kick in oh Shang lang lang Shang lang lang Soon very soon it's a common sensation Soon very soon I need some second sight to see this through You know that second rate it just won't do I'll make a second strike a looking out a second story room And then at second thought I might get bored Of playing soldier in the Second World War Second generation from the secondhand store Shang lang lang Shang lang lang Shang lang lang Soon very soon it's a common sensation Soon very soon a-like-the-fate-a-the nation Soon very soon such a common sensation Ah ah I need a second just to catch my breath I need a second wind to blow my wad I'll play the second fiddle second best oh Shang lang lang Shang lang lang Shang lang lang Soon very soon it's a common sensation Soon very soon a-like-the-fate-a-the nation Soon very soon well such a common sensation Soon very soon a-like-the-fate-a-the nation Ah ah Soon very soon such a common sensation Soon very soon a-like-the-fate-a-the nation Soon very soon Very soon Very soon Very soon |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo (1998)
Well it may be hard to swallow
It may come as some surprise I ain't askin' for apologies I done tried them on for size Lay your head back on the pillow Let your eyes roll 'cross the floor See the center of the universe Just isn't you no more Right now you could use a change of tune Right now no one needs it more that you I know everyone is wicked Won't you change your tune Change your tune Change your tune I've been such a pollyanna I just rolled back like a rug Oh but you can't understand that no 'Cause you're in the hole you dug Right now you could use a change of tune Right now no one needs it more that you I know everyone is wicked Won't you change your tune Change your tune Change your tune It's a dead-end street It's a dead-end street That's what you're tryin' to tell me It's a dead issue When it's done it's through But I said it all so help me Ah ah ah Right now you could use a change of tune Right now no one needs it more that you I know everyone is wicked Won't you change your tune Change your tune Change your tune |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo (1998)
Sleepy rhythms were lulling us
Trolling down a long canal Onto savage shores and gilded floors Of coliseums through the load-in door Certain of this one thing Certain of this one thing Certain of this one thing That super slow motion got the upper hand on me On me On me Holy visions had ceased to come My tongue was numb and I was feeling tired Crying out in a wordless howl Screeching off to the underground Certain of this one thing (of this one thing) Certain of this one thing (of this one thing) Certain of this one thing (of this one thing) That super slow motion got the upper hand on me On me On me On me Sleepy rhythms were lulling us Syrup sweet and poisonous How I found my way back I'm not sure Through the channels and little streets that curve Certain (certain) of this one thing (of this one thing) Certain of (certain of) this one thing (this one thing) Certain (certain) of this one thing (of this one thing) That super slow motion got the upper hand on me On me On me On me Certain (certain) of this one thing (of this one thing) Certain of (certain of) this one thing (this one thing) Certain (certain) of this one thing (of this one thing) That super slow motion got the upper hand on me On me On me On me On me On me On me On me On me On me On me Ooh ooh ooh Got the upper hand (ooh ooh ooh) Got the upper hand (ooh ooh ooh) Got the upper hand (on me) Got the upper hand the upper hand on me On me On me On me Oh oh oh |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo (1998)
Now the troubadours are outside the court
With their gramophones and rifles And an awful cloud is daring to pour Such a wild scene a 3-D picture bible story And the floats of tinsel garland are downed Stalled for blocks on the parade route But the majorette still twirls in the rain And the marching band goes soaking wet And that's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how See the ladies in their queen union suits Shuffling gaily for the camera Doing high kicks in their felt button boots While the men puff their cigarettes from Panama Like the baby dolls of bisque on display In the shops of Barcelona There's a blankness that falls over his face As the speaker makes his way up to the podium Could he be so blind to sip lemonade In such a dire time well that's a fine That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do Ah ah Holding hostage in the opium dens That are tucked behind the alleyway Where the corridors of Amsterdam bend 'Neath the windows where the harlots pose like mannequins No one thinks of them on Valentines (do ya do) There's no chocolate box or cards to read And that's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how Do ya do do ya do That's a fine how |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo (1998)
A storm it was blowin' in
Twister was about to spin my way Her kitchen door was swingin' wide As if to say come on inside to stay Come to mama babe Come to mama she say Come to mama baby Get yourself into a cellar Gals go grab yourself a feller 'fore it's too late Friend you'd better run for cover Don't be caught alone out on lover's lane Come to mama babe Come to mama she say Come to mama baby It's best to make the most of this Fate is known to twirl and twist Even the face of the first girl I kissed I can't recall Not at all Preachers was a reachin' out The speaker wires callin' out my name Son we're in the final hour Making love you ought to be ashamed But if that woman ever stars him down The way she do he'd see it ain't that plain Come to mama babe Come to mama she say Come to mama baby It's best to make the most of this Fate is known to twirl and twist Even the face of the first girl I kissed I can't recall Can't recall Come to mama babe Come to mama she say Come to mama baby Well come come to mama babe she say Won't you come come to mama she say Won't you come come to mama baby Ooh ooh ooh Come come come come to mama Come come come come to mama (ooh ooh) Come come come come to mama (ooh ooh) Come come come come to mama Come come come come to mama Come come come come to mama Come come come come to mama |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo (1998)
Swarm 'round the hive sweet honey bee
Swarm to and fro just as ya please You're always welcome with your queen Everybody needs a little sanctuary Everybody needs a little sanctuary Some men will seek it in the church Only to find it on the sea Or where pay women walk the streets All of them seeking sanctuary All of them seeking sanctuary All of them seeking sanctuary Ooh ooh ooh I only hope I can provide That which you truly gave to me You never made me stand outside You always offered sanctuary You always offered sanctuary You always offered sanctuary Ooh ooh ooh (One more - Spoken) You always offered sanctuary You always offered sanctuary You always offered sanctuary You always offered sanctuary (A scrap of a phrase - Spoken) Ooh ooh ooh (ah ah) |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo (1998)
[A phrase - Spoken]
Hey I'm gentleman But I can take it 'bout as long as long can last and then I'll take it on the chin Mud is handy only when it comes to slingin' it Oh 'cause you ain't playing nice You've been rolling crooked dice Oh 'cause you ain't playing nice You've been rolling crooked dice Hey all you fakir men Get me when I'm goin' get me while I'm comin' in I need not to pretend But it's handy when I have to treat ya like a friend Oh 'cause you ain't playing nice You've been rolling crooked dice Oh 'cause you ain't playing nice You've been rolling crooked dice Hey all you gamblin' souls Ya play the horses and ya put me through your rigmarole But I can feel you sinking low And in fact you've fallen right in your own pigeonhole Oh 'cause you ain't playing nice You've been rolling crooked dice Oh 'cause you ain't playing nice You've been rolling crooked dice You've been rolling crooked dice You've been rolling crooked dice You've been rolling crooked dice (yeah) Crooked dice You've been rolling crooked dice You've been rolling crooked dice (yeah) You've been rolling crooked dice (yeah yeah yeah ooh) You've been rolling crooked dice (rolling crooked dice) You've been rolling crooked dice (rolling rolling) You've been rolling crooked dice (rolling rolling yeah) |
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from Grant Lee Buffalo - Grant Lee Buffalo (1998)
Have ya seen us out my honey and me
Knockin' on the doors of fortune for weeks In a big dead town where nothin' is free Lord up above throw me down the keys Have ya seen us out my baby and me Have ya seen us crouchin' elbow on knee In the curbside light of yellowed marquees Lord up above are ya out of reach La la la Have ya seen us stroll my honey and me With complete control my honey and me Have ya seen the likes of Annabel Lee She's a little songbird singing dweedle dee dee La la la Ooh |
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