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from Kristin Hersh - Sky Motel (1999)
White label on the backseat
Glows an artificial green I crave a midnight something I crave and something hunts me down I'm scaring everybody I'm wearing everybody down White label on the backseat And something bends me over, down I crave an empty lifestyle I crave the very loudest sound I'm chasing everybody I'm shaking everybody down Do you hear the loudest sound? And you and me in the echo? White label on the backseat And something warm across my lap I never bitched at anyone I never asked for my heart back I'm loving everybody And hating everyone I see Do you still remember me? Floating out on the echo |
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from Kristin Hersh - Sky Motel (1999)
The neighbors dog won't let you sleep Try not to stare at the neighbors hair Out of the chaos, my us and your daddy's fingernail Your mama's here and your daddy's hot So hush-a-bye, baby don't you cry Out of the chaos, my us and your little fontanelle Ten thousand miles of moonscape Don't keep anybody away after all Close to the source, on a white trash moon Under the horny sun of July The neighbors gun won't let you sleep Try not to stare at their underwear Out of the chaos, my us and the coyote's lonely wail Ten thousand miles of moonscape Don't keep anybody away after all Close to the source, on a white trash moon Under the horny sun of July |
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from Kristin Hersh - Sky Motel (1999)
Walk a mile, then walk another mile
When you hit the fog rehearse your smile Underground, it's quiet underground Rolling in like thunder makes no sound Peace of mind and empty all the time Like sand under the snow, I make you mine |
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from Kristin Hersh - Sky Motel (1999)
Eyes in the back of your head
Ear to the ground Love in the back of your mind We're on a hill, stay very still I would love a better drug You lucky jerk I'm so unsettled I'm superstitious You're so rattled you're suspicious You lucky jerk You left your lion on a beach in Costa Rica It wasn't tame I caught us kissing on a plane in California It wasn't tame, but just the same I would love a better drug You lucky jerk |
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from Kristin Hersh - Sky Motel (1999)
A high
That's a swell take on this situation I was trying to rectify I was trying to skip out on this high Keep away from the freaks on the fringe They only talk to you 'Cause you give them a good excuse to cry But in a cleaner light, it's ok In a cleaner light, it's ok In a better light, it's ok In a better light, it's ok This strange old sunshine beats me senseless But it's supposed to be keeping me healthy It's a lie You're a strange old thing that keeps me senseless But you're supposed to be keeping me company But in a cleaner light, it's ok In a cleaner light, it's ok In a better light, it's ok In a better light, it's ok I wake up feeling fragile It's nothing the TV couldn't cure Or lying here for my whole life But in a cleaner light, it's ok In a cleaner light, it's ok In a better light, it's ok In a better light, it's ok They only talk to you 'cause you're there |
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from Kristin Hersh - Sky Motel (1999)
Breakfast at the movies Gatorade and blackjack on the bed God bless the ugly Cheap champagne and blackjack on the bed I was born in America, born with the fists of a saint Way out of range Breakfast in the hallway Pistachios and cocktails on the roof God bless the hard way You're the only easy substitute I was born in America, born with the fists of a cowboy Home on the range |
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from Kristin Hersh - Sky Motel (1999)
Arrest the boy
Warm between the eyes As he jackknifes into winter Stung like a cutthroat trout in the cathedral heat Sick as a dog, shaking like a leaf You have to look close to see what this disease has done to me Arrest the boy The hayseed with the song in his heart As he writhes through the winter Stung like a cutthroat trout in the cathedral heat Sick as a dog, shaking like a leaf You have to look close to see what this disease has done to me You go whole hog when you like someone I go apeshit when you forget me Well, I forget what it's like to be kissing in the middle of a terrible dream I forget what it's like to be kissing in the middle of a terrible storm What a terrible thing To be kissing the middle of you |
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from Kristin Hersh - Sky Motel (1999)
Terrible wine Set you free Damn slap-happy sleep C'mon out, c'mon out Oh mercy, mercy me Terrible wine Draws ou out Damn slap-happy in the dugout C'mon down, c'mon down Oh mercy, mercy me And when you're smoke, how do you speak? Smoke signals? Write on trees? C'mon out, c'mon out Write with me |
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from Kristin Hersh - Sky Motel (1999)
The best of us puking The rest of us not doing so well You can tell by the way we look over your shoulder Watching for the next big thing Caffeine in the blood, caffeine on the brain, bad well water Set off a chain reaction, a desparate set of principles I wish we were lonely I wish we were boring It's so much easier You're driving and I am your backseat shadow The radio keeps playing The radio keeps saying "Nothing lost and nothing gained" But if you don't like it then leave What if you won't take it from me? I can soothe you I feel your heart beating I hear your soft breathing |
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from Kristin Hersh - Sky Motel (1999)
Nothing like chrome when it shines
No better weather to drive If you squint you can see it If you limp you can reach it All I want is Spring All I want is you, smiling All I want is green All I want is you, smiling Faithful to the finish, I'm grateful to be in this with you A fucker of a lifeline A mother of a lifetime with you |
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from Kristin Hersh - Sky Motel (1999)
This is no time to fuck up Scooting around the linoleum On all fours, what for again? Better yourself for somebody else This is no time to wrestle You're gonna burst a blood vessel What for again? We could be falling in love, like nobody else Tonight your dream is safe with me Tomorrow we wake up in L.A. This is no time to make love Rolling around the linoleum We fall and we'll fall again Better yourself than somebody else Walking out on clay feet Walking out the long way What are you gonna say? What the hell are you gonna say? Tonight your secret's safe with me Tomorrow we wake up in L.A. Such a lovely dream What a lovely place |
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Was it me, or the cold? Made you give up hope Made you lose your faith in the afterlife And all she made Was it me, or the heat? Made you not believe Made you lose your faith in the afterlife and all that breathes |
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from Kristin Hersh - Sunny Border Blue (2001)
You know how it feels when the real world encroaches
Rubbing elbows with the unemployed and you You're so beautiful You're so rude Peeling mangos on a fold out couch I'm scooped out You're inscrutable You're all mine Swimming is a 'lude Wine opens your mind Your guitar's a race car Sex is your best friend What's your dirty answer? My fantasies are unloved histories You know what it's like when mistakes go unmade It was beautiful It was you I'm giving up the ugly I thought you'd make pretty I'll be goddamned This is beautiful Hold my hand Swimming is a 'lude Wine opens your mind Your guitar's a race car Sex is your best friend What's your dirty answer ? I don't judge people I just watch them 'til it's time to look away I want to look away now Somebody's coming I don't want to live backwards, I don't want to even look backwards It's not my fault It's not my fault you don't love me It's not my fault you don't love me When I'm drunk I'm wiped I'm so tired Carry me for a little while |
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from Kristin Hersh - Sunny Border Blue (2001)
Four days in Spain
Smoky Spain And I take off again Then I take off again, smiling back The engine is idling And the car seems to be expanding Weird Blindfolded kissing Looking for the truth in your tiny moves I hate to loose Four days in Spain Spooky Spain And you're my missing thing: Too sweet and pointless Complete and somewhere else I was sick of being asked I didn't want to to anyways Sucking down mother's milk Singing my throat away It's not an awful secret, you know It's just a secret Spitting out your blue gum Kissing your breath away I wanted you to sleep with her and Hate yourself instead of me I wanted you untrue, Hating yourself like me After all, what am I missing I haven't missed before, Sucking down the precious lies I should have swallowed way before? |
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from Kristin Hersh - Sunny Border Blue (2001)
Let the ache out
Spread it around You want to fly him in You want him Play a grownup 'Til you grow up If you could you would I swallowed some bad voodoo Caught it in the gut Wish you were here Wish I was not You hear someone wanting you How can I fume Then be bursting with kindness? A gracious cocoon in the shadows We're in good company Us lefty Lucy's Play a grownup 'Til you grow up If you could you would This is a touch prayer Praying for you Wish you were here Wish I was too Come see how okay we are Come see how okay we can be Picture her Silica Lifting her shirt to the sun Cherry neck sea Easy now |
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from Kristin Hersh - Sunny Border Blue (2001)
Let's back up and act like we're sober
Newborn clean Head over heals for a cold blooded creature Limbic somersaults For a toxic thing you sure smell pretty Summer, salt and wine For an ugly boy you sure look pretty A cowboy frankenstein I dreamt you were playing along I dreamt you were playing along I dreamt you were playing along In your dreams When it's touch and go you blow your wad Like no one ever fails For a quiet boy you sure talk dirty A velvet bed of nails I dreamt you were playing along I dreamt you were playing along I dreamt you were playing along In your dreams While I did nifty somersaults You were thinking after all After it all I don't have to talk I don't have to talk But when I do and this is true There's nothing I won't say |
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from Kristin Hersh - Sunny Border Blue (2001)
Trouble Oh trouble set me free
I have seen your face And it's too much too much for me Trouble Oh trouble can't you see You're eating my heart away And there's nothing much left to me I've drunk your wine You have made your world mine So won't you be fair So won't you be fair I don't want no more of you So won't you be kind to me Just let me go where I'll have to go there Trouble Oh trouble move away I have seen your face And it's too much for me today Trouble Oh trouble can't you see You have made me a wreck Now won't you leave me in my misery I've seen your eyes And I can see death's disguise Hangin' on me Hangin' on me I'm beat, I'm torn Shattered and tossed and worn Too shocking to see Too shocking to see Trouble Oh trouble move from me I have paid my debt won't you leave me in my misery Trouble Oh trouble please be kind I don't want no fight And I haven't got a lot of time |
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from Kristin Hersh - Sunny Border Blue (2001)
I Lost a boy
And now I look for him Through every window And behind every door My son went down This isn't trauma It's not even drama anymore I was born With a sad song in my mouth He gave me a reason to sing it It's like this boy Took all my clear cold nights Left me hot and dry And when he falls I can't hear it This isnt vodka It's not even chocolate I don't know how long I can stay straight And still see straight He gave me a reason to say it Don't wait for pain To find out you exist Don't look for shame Your better off without it Life is unkind This isn't candyland I know you don't understand So nice not to be ashamed So nice not to be creeped out Ice is unkind 'Till it freezes your enemies Life is unkind 'Till it burns up your memories Life is unkind He gave me a reason To live it |
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Do you have a face
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from Kristin Hersh - Sunny Border Blue (2001)
We were awake together all night long
Sharing paraphernalia 'till dawn You didn't dissapoint me Not at all You never disappoint me You lubricate the morning Shining and yawning You were nice but twisted the same old story We were a match made in purgatory You didn't disappoint me Totally You never disappoint me You animate the morning Shining and yawning You come off like a distant moth Aimless and driven Yet you seem to be living it up Walking around in your busted shoes Like you've got nothing better to do I don't like I was I don't know what I've become But shaken out of my pallour I'm filled up You didn't disappoint me Not once You never disappoint me you mutilate the morning Shining and yawning You run by like a spazzing fly Shameless and smiling Yeah, you seem to be living it up Driving around in your souped-up jeep Like you've got somewhere better to be |
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There's always drooling zombies
Or at least one dick I'm having trouble focusing 'Cause all I see in front of me is You when we're finally alone He was the bone king Dead to all the world Maybe dead's like being Really high without the low But I enjoy hangovers here I could see them on the flipside of a molecule But I have all the energy I can take for now Holy floating We're holy floating Holy shit I think I'd rather be on the ground than flying We're still fucking up in a healthy way for now How dare you save my life Then try to break my heart You make alone so goddamn lonely Makes me want to fall in love with Everything and float above the ground These days I do the same thing Commit the same damn crime If I'm not feeling out the flipside Maybe I'm supposed to be here, Maybe you're supposed to be here too I could see them on the flipside of a molecule But I have all the energy I can take for now Holy floating We're holy floating Holy shit I think I'd rather be on the ground than flying We're still fucking up in a healthy way for now And my feet dont touch the ground |
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from Kristin Hersh - Sunny Border Blue (2001)
Listerine covers your tracks
Doesn't do shit for the facts I'm lying on the couch Scary memories fill my mouth How did I love a breaking thing? How did I sleep through a kidnapping? How'd I trust a band who'd leave me one by one? I only wanted the spark I only wanted your hearts It's hard It's hard and stupid I'm the one who let you do it I only wanted the high Wasn't much more to my life I couldn't wait to come down There's nothing here but the ground |
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from Kristin Hersh - The Grotto (2004)
A man made of butterfat
Careening around on a Sno-Cat And I can't drive any faster My hands are like ice and the moon shines On pepper trees and road grease The yellow lines look blue Snow covers Whitehall White powdered Nembutal And I can't think any more My feet are like ice And the moon sets On Christmas trees and plastic deer I decided to forgive and forget I thank god you're comatose As I pull back the bedclothes And I can't believe my composure And I can't remember my anger And summer is a fish story I wonder where we'll be |
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from Kristin Hersh - The Grotto (2004)
Slipping down railings
And balconies With a sleepy ease I never knew I navigate my way to you Indigent darkness Thick as a dream A liquid party underneath Though I'm still shaky and weak Knees pressed against the leather couch I couldn't find my bra and You were so familiar I think that I leaned out too far I wouldn't have if my heart and my stomach hadn't fallen So hard That's some hat trick An effortless move That tearful frantic creature Seems far away from here My New Orleans nickel ring Your deep wilson tattoo Under the bullshit radar I came to find you Knees pressed against the leather couch I couldn't find my bra and You were so familiar I think that I leaned out too far I wouldn't have if my heart and my stomach hadn't fallen So hard Knees pressed against the leather couch I couldn't find my bra and You were so familiar I think that I leaned out too far I wouldn't have if my heart and my stomach hadn't fallen So hard |
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from Kristin Hersh - The Grotto (2004)
Well I never
I never saw Anybody move like that before Why do we spend so much time Here on the floor Looking up like I did before You're intoxicating movement ate away At my sad eyes and my headache I never I never thought I'd be falling I'd be caught I see a bone and a straw in the dirt White Nevada light I squint against his shirt My sleeping pills melted And I sleep fine The tears on my shoulder Won't keep me up tonight The snake around my finger Starts to unwind Soak up the weather Suck up the sun Into your bones Then move on I see a snake and a girl in the snow White Nevada light I feel the itch to go The tears on my shoulder Freeze then boil I wouldn't be here If not for your snake oil |
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from Kristin Hersh - The Grotto (2004)
I feel the tug of war
I fight the fight But I don't have the patience Or the stamina to last one night With color mad candy mouth you Your reputation lives In spite of me Your platitudes and berzerk theories Super real fantasy That infuriating Vanishing twin He has metal bones and a wild eyed stare I'm thinking feigning interest Badly like a liar And then he blows me away And then all I want is A room and you The urban hillside glinting copper In the morning A broken spell Alive and well That's the way the cookie bounces In spite of me I hate clever sons of bitches Who can't leave a girl alone To rot in peace |
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from Kristin Hersh - The Grotto (2004)
Head first into the head board
I'm shatter proof But cranial impact Taps something true If I could grab your attention With my styrofoam rattle box You'd smile away my transgression And tap something lost A spitball to the ribcage My useless heart hit We're slap happy the livelong day Neck and neck If I could grab the man on a street With my raspy rattaplan My only personal property A raspy whispered plan A bottle green sky Stinging yellow hair In a tizzy of deviation Giddy in the glare If I could grab this whirligig And keep it in my arms We'd persevere through what is here And mourn what is gone A smoker's gasp And a child's howl Cut through the air... Drown out all other sound |
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from Kristin Hersh - The Grotto (2004)
He leaves suspiciously
As panic enters Geography for beginners Barter for the rest of your life Feeling wasted comes in waves Orient harder Bend your molten face To smile at a stranger How much for a life you don't despise Tons and a shining silver sun Don't you wish you hadn't gone I am starting to sometimes I wish you were here Only sweetness that's all To shake off the bitter So I make you toothless well Live on water Water for a thirst you can't fight Precious stones and precious bodies Have you been savaged by love bites How much for a life you don't despise Tons and a shining silver sun Don't you wish you hadn't gone I am starting to sometimes I wish you were here Long underrated silver sun Don't you wish we hadn't gone We were starting to see a beautiful mirror |
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from Kristin Hersh - The Grotto (2004)
4pm death by mosquito
And vitamins V Home and the contrasting squalor A mouth full of vodka This lukewarm catastrophe Is a recipe for rebirth Or so i overheard Flat on the Afghani carpet The tub's overflowed I'm still staring through the fish tank And a fist full of Valium This lukewarm catastrophe Is a recipe for rebirth Or so i overheard You're gonna want to keep in touch with your silence Remember shy person hell I won't waste your time with lies And there's not much truth to tell I won't go under in this state I'm as ugly as i look So dinner's a vivid hangover And a long-ass drive This lukewarm catastrophe Is a recipe for rebirth Or so i overheard You're gonna want to keep in touch with your silence Remember shy person hell I won't waste your mind with lies And there's not much truth to tell You're gonna want to ride back here with me I've got the coolest view And on vitamins V I can't seem to lie to you I can't seem to lie to you |
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from Kristin Hersh - The Grotto (2004)
You are good
You are kind You are drunk all the time But never drunk enough As you're battered by the underside of what we swore we wanted Bothered by the crapshoot that has put you half to sleep A sorely needed sleep I'll hang outside the door all night I'll bang on the door all night You are good You are brave No matter what you say But never brave enough As you're trying to shield Your glass newborn from the dodgeballs And aching for children That you have never seen But it's still a tragedy It's still a tragedy It's still a tragedy |
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from Kristin Hersh - The Grotto (2004)
I would bet you don't care
So I pray to the ether I thought the city air would hear me whisper When the blue expanse of morning comes You sleep while I stalk the sun, like a baby I don't break in icy blasts I ache for the past, like a baby A tourist in your head I capture shining moments To busy myself with whenever you're a jerk When the blue expanse of morning comes You sleep while I stalk the sun, like a baby I don't break in icy blasts I ache for the past, like a baby This gnawing emptiness seeps in like a cold mist Their touching approval feels so awful When the blue expanse of morning comes You sleep while I stalk the sun, like a baby I don't break an icy blasts I ache for the past, like a baby But beauty's few and far between Who knows what you have seen... |
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from Kristin Hersh - Murder. Misery And Then Goodnight (2000)
Down in the willow garden
Where me and my love did meet There we sat a courtin' My love dropped off to sleep I'd drunk a bottle of burgundy wine My love she did not know And there I poisoned that dear little girl Under the flank below I stabbed her with my dagger An ugly bloody knife I threw her into the river An ugly bloody sight My father up and told me That money would set me free If I would murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connelly And now he sits by the window Wiping his tear-dimmed eyes And now he waits for his own dear son Upon the scaffold high My race is run, beneath the sun Hell is waiting for me For I did murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connelly |
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One day as I rambled down by the seashore
The wind it did whistle and the water did roar I heard a young girl make a pitiful sound As she closed her pretty blue eyes In the water to drown I never will marry, I'll be no man's wife I will live single all the day's of my life The shells in the ocean will be my deathbed The fish in deep water swim over my head My love's gone and left me He's the one I adore He's gone and I never shall see him anymore She plunged her dear body in the water so deep She closed her pretty blue eyes in the water to sleep I never will marry, I'll be no man's wife I will live single all the day's of my life The shells in the ocean will be my deathbed The fish in deep water swim over my head |
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Sweet Rosey-anne, sweet Rosey-anne
Bye bye, sweet Rosey-anna I thought I heard my baby say, I won't be home tomorrow Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, Bye bye, sweet Rosey-anna Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, I won't be home tomorrow Sweet Rosey-anne my darling child Bye bye, sweet Rosey-anna Sweet Rosey-anne my darling child I won't be home tomorrow Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, Bye bye, sweet Rosey-anna Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, I won't be home tomorrow I'm going away, but not to stay Bye bye, sweet Rosey-anna I'll be gone but not for long I won't be home tomorrow Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, Bye bye, sweet Rosey-anna Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, I won't be home tomorrow Sweet Rosey-anne, sweet Rosey-anne Bye bye, sweet Rosey-anna Sweet Rosey-anne, sweet Rosey-anne I won't be home tomorrow |
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from Kristin Hersh - Murder. Misery And Then Goodnight (2000)
Come all you kind people, my story to hear
What happened to me in June of this year It was poor Ellen Smith And how she was found with a ball in her heart Lying cold on the ground If I could go home, home to stay On poor Ellen's grave, some flowers I would lay It was poor Ellen Smith And how she was found with a ball in her heart Lying cold on the ground I come back this winter, my trial to stand To live or to die as the law may command It was poor Ellen Smith And how she was found with a ball in her heart Lying cold on the ground It's true I'm in jail, I'm a prisoner now But God is here with me and hears ever vow It was poor Ellen Smith And how she was found with a ball in her heart Lying cold on the ground |
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from Kristin Hersh - Murder. Misery And Then Goodnight (2000)
Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me
Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me Before we get married some pleasure to see She got up behind him and away they did go She got up behind him and away they did go Over the hills to the valley so low They went up a little farther and what did they spy? They went up a little farther and what did they spy? A newly dug grave with a spade lying by He stabbed her through the heart Her heart's blood it did flow He stabbed her through the heart Her heart's blood it did flow And into the grave pretty Polly did go He threw something over her and turned to go home He threw something over her and turned to go home With nothing behind him but the girl there to mourn |
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from Kristin Hersh - Murder. Misery And Then Goodnight (2000)
Little birdy, little birdy
What makes you fly so high? It's because I am a birdy And I'm not afraid to die Little birdy, little birdy Come sing me your song I've a short time to be here with you And a long time, to be gone Little birdy, little birdy What makes your wing so blue? It's because I've been a-grievin' Grievin' after you Little birdy, little birdy Come sing me your song I've a short time to be here with you And a long time, to be gone Little birdy, little birdy What makes your head so red? After all that I have been through It's a wonder I ain't dead Little birdy, little birdy Come sing me your song I've a short time to be here with you And a long time, to be gone |
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from Kristin Hersh - Murder. Misery And Then Goodnight (2000)
Fly around my blue-eyed girl
Fly around my Daisy Fly around my blue-eyed girl You almost run me crazy If you get there before I do, Tell her if you please Before she goes to make her bread Roll up her dirty sleeves Fly around my blue-eyed girl Fly around my Daisy Fly around my blue-eyed girl You almost run me crazy I wish I had some pretty little gal To tell my secrets to To heck with all deceitful gals Tell everything I do Fly around my blue-eyed girl Fly around my Daisy Fly around my blue-eyed girl You almost run me crazy Fly around my blue-eyed girl Fly around my Daisy Fly around my blue-eyed girl You almost run me crazy |
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from Kristin Hersh - Murder. Misery And Then Goodnight (2000)
My love asked me, to take a walk
Just to walk, a little way And as we walked along we talked Of when would be our wedding day We walked beneath the whispering pines His heart was filled with love divine And as we neared the riverside He asked me when I'd be his bride Oh no your bride, I'll never be Another one's prepared for me And as I drew my hand from his His heart was filled with fire divine He drew his knife across my breast And in his arms I gently pressed Willy dear, don't murder me For I am not prepared to die He took me by my golden curls He drug me down to the riverside And as he threw me into drown He watched me as I floated down He started home 'tween twelve and one Thinking on the deed he'd done Murdered just the one he loved Because I would not be his bride |
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from Kristin Hersh - Murder. Misery And Then Goodnight (2000)
[One, two , three!]
The first night that I come home So drunk I could not see Found a horse in my stable Where my horse oughta be Come here my little wifey Explain this thing to me How come a horse in the stable Where my horse oughta be? You blind fool, you crazy fool Can't you never see? It's only a milkcow You're granny sent to me I've traveled this world over Ten thousand miles or more But a saddle upon a milkcow's back I never did see before The second night that I come home So drunk I could not see Found a coat a-hanging on the rack Where my coat oughta be Come here my little wifey Explain this thing to me How come a coat a hanging a hanging on the rack Where my coat oughta be? You blind fool, you crazy fool Can't you never see? It's only a bedquilt You're granny sent to me I've traveled this world over Ten thousand miles or more Pockets upon a bedquilt I never did see before The third night that I come home So drunk I could not see Found a head a-laying on the pillow Where my head oughta be Come here my little wifey Explain this thing to me How come a head a-laying on the pillow Where my head oughta be? You blind fool, you crazy fool Can't you never see? It's only a cabbage head You're granny sent to me I've traveled this world over Ten thousand miles or more But a moustache on a cabbage head I never did see before |
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from Kristin Hersh - Murder. Misery And Then Goodnight (2000)
Go to sleep, go to sleep
Go to sleep little baby When you wake, right away On the pretty little horses Black and bay Sorrel and gray Whole heap of little horses Black and gray Sorrel and bay Whole heap of little horses Go to sleep, go to sleep Go to sleep little baby |
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from Kristin Hersh - Hips And Makers (2000)
Start with your fingers they finger the change
that carries you home in our evening you're bee stung there. Press your palm to your snow-coated thought cage carries me over your thinking you're bee stung there. Between the tall buildings are snow-coated alleys between us is nothing but grace snow rides the wind down and drives past the window falling over your face I fly out the window and then ride the wind down you fit me into my place you're bee stung here. Start with your eyes when they eye me in twilight picking up pieces of mine Tie me up with twine in your eyelight string me from heaven to time you bee stung. Between the tall buildings are snow-coated alleys between us is nothing but grace help me up when you hear me behind you falling all over the place it's not too late. |
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from Kristin Hersh - Hips And Makers (2000)
I could get a piece of meat
From a barren tree Nothing ever spoiled on me You brought this You dipshit Nothing ever spoiled on me That cloud stomps around my house Does whatever it pleases It teases me What the hell? Never was a baritone Till you stepped in Never dried my halters On the line This hairdo's truly evil I'm not sure it's mine You're so tall It's like I climb a waterfall That cloud stomps around my house Does whatever it pleases It teases me What I said was get me a drink Alright? What am I supposed to sit And look at you all night? All girls cry Like I said, I don't kow why That cloud stomps around my house Does whatever it pleases It teases me What the hell? Never was a baritone Till you stepped in Never dried my halters On the line This hairdo's truly evil I'm not sure it's mine You're so tall It's like I climb a waterfall |
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from Kristin Hersh - Hips And Makers (2000)
You can't get any more sunshine
I can't get over how it rains down Oh no no no. You can't get any more sunshine you can't get any more broken down Oh no no no. Is the car parked downtown leave it while the sun beats down we can walk and walk and walk walk and walk and walk. You can't get any more sunshine barefoot while the heat rains down Oh no no no. There's nothing I forgot I left that paper heart where it belonged who it belonged to, I never knew I never never knew. Paper burns and my heart melts when I tear at you. Sun drops down down now now now now. |
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from Kristin Hersh - Hips And Makers (2000)
Oh no, don't you put me in that box
You know what you can do with those locks Bet your life I'll come crawling out again You'll have to deal with me then You'll hear me on the wind I've been on the other side of the Blue Ridge Seen the Shenandoah rolling there I stepped off the mountains edge Just to climb the golden stair I seen the streets up there I been on the mount transfiguration Been there with my Ma and my Pa On the mountain of commandment I been handed down the law You should have seen what I saw I fell to the bottom of Thales' well Caught like a theif with a lamb You know these stars they can cast a spell I've been caught with red hands I've been caught with red hands I scaled the mountains, skiied the valleys I've done the highs and the lows I don't feel like work today Hell I won't go Bess I won't go Just let me at their locks We should all be free Oh Bess, i swear I'll call When I'm free from me We should all be free |
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from Kristin Hersh - Hips And Makers (2000)
Some store
I'm not going back there anymore Wandered in Don't think I'll do that again No I don't think I'll do that again I swear Look at me cross-eyed and I don't know what to do No I don't know what to do Crazy loon There's a room in his pallet There's a pillow for his head Sees an offshoot in his bottle When he wants to see me dead Heirlooms A loon Never thought I'd see that silly grin Never thought I'd see that fool again Never thought I'd love that lunatic Nothing left to dance around What a hero What a black and blue bird What a loon, A loon What a loon, A loon |
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from Kristin Hersh - Hips And Makers (2000)
Velvet Days
You make your little way Pouring rain Make that face You make my little day I laugh till my heart drops Down deep You break your little freak We break don't we break don't we Blush and knock your knees That's your girl breathing I laugh till my heart stops Hold your shark skin thing That's your boy breathing I laugh till my heart stops Blush and breathe I laugh till I can't see Down deep you break your little creep Listen blush and breathe That's your soul kissing I laugh |
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from Kristin Hersh - Hips And Makers (2000)
You can't make it
You can't cry You can't make it home tonight It's to far to walk To your goddamn van It's too hard to come by your hand Drunk on nothing Drunk all night Mad at nothing Close your eyes You could run on iron lungs It would not keep you clean Run on iron lungs It would not keep you sons of bitches clean You think that they don't shatter you You think that till they go You think that they don't comfort you Now go home You can walk in moonlight You can dance inside You can dance in moonlight Close your eyes Stop, you ruined all my memories You ruined all my memories I wanna catch the falling babies I'm falling into you My hair's in your face Eyes on your eyes Hands on my back I can't leave I can't leave A guy's asking questions about me My hands are full of straw I'm sliding really fast My hands are full of snow I don't understand I don't understand puzzles I can't breathe Close your eyes |
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from Kristin Hersh - Hips And Makers (2000)
You can come back
When you want Just know that I'll be here I haven't left this step And when the lights go out I pick the angel up I only have two hands... Is she here? Is she here right now? Drive her off Don't bother to call I'm checking out today Me and my charms Me and my charms When I kiss the angel I have a taste of you When I take the angel I have a piece of you I have a piece I have a piece You can come back I haven't left you yet And when the lights go out I pick the angel up I only have two left feet All I have in my hands All I have in my hands Me and my charms Me and my charms When I kiss the angel I have a taste of Me and my charms Me and my charms Down on the ground You can't leave me now You can't leave me now I haven't left you yet |
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from Kristin Hersh - Hips And Makers (2000)
When you sleep you tell me off
I told you once before I can't resist you When I sleep I build you up I make you king of here I can't resist you I can't wait... I'll suck down another water While I wait I watch the clock turn blue And think of you while I wait I can't wait The moon shines through my dress And through my glass I promise not to drink Until you're home I can't wait.. The moon pales even when I thinks it holds the face Of the clock I watch for you While I wait I can't wait... |
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from Kristin Hersh - Hips And Makers (2000)
September 29, 1984 Dear so and so
Gather me up because I'm lost Or I'm back where I started from I'm crawling on the floor Rolling on the ground I might cry I won't go home So here's the story I am turning up in circles And I'm spinning on my knuckles Don't forget that there are circles left undone And very close to me Forgive me Comfort me I'm crawling on the floor Rolling on the ground There's a blanket wrapped around my head I'm moving in a line that's shaped like this I'm holding in my breath I have a room Can you tell if I am lying Don't forget that I'm living inside The space where walls and floor meet There's a box inside my chest An animal stuffed with my frustration Can you hear me? Don't forget that I'm alone when you're away You make me act like other people do Forgive me Comfort me You comfort me You make me die I'm gonna cry I won't go home Don't kill the god of sadness Just don't let her get you down See that man inside that book I read Can't handle his own head So what the hell am I supposed to do? I'd like to know how he died My hands are shaking Don't you love me anymore I only need a person, keep my shoulders Stand around lie down Move your hand above the floor Gather me up because I'm lost Or I'm back where I started from I'm crawling on the floor Rolling on the ground I'm gonna cry You look for me Love Kristin, P.S. keep them coming |
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from Kristin Hersh - Hips And Makers (2000)
Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird
She wobbles when she flies She don't ever hire a cuckoo Till the fourth day of july Jack of diamonds Jack of diamonds I know you of old You rob my poor pockets of silver and gold Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird I wish that seh was mine She don't ever drink water She only drinks wine Gonna build me a log cabin On a mountain so high So I can see willy When he goes on by Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird She wobbles when she flies She don't ever hire a cuckoo Till the fourth day of july |
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from Kristin Hersh - Hips And Makers (2000)
Rocking on the ocean
Sucking up the sea Every bird flies over me We have hips and makers We have a good time I married a boxer to keep me from fighting I married a brewer to keep me from drinking We have a good time They keep me dancing Finally it's alright It's alright Finally it's alright It's alright |
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from Kristin Hersh - Strings (1994)
Start with your fingers they finger the change
that carries you home in our evening you're bee stung there. Press your palm to your snow-coated thought cage carries me over your thinking you're bee stung there. Between the tall buildings are snow-coated alleys between us is nothing but grace snow rides the wind down and drives past the window falling over your face I fly out the window and then ride the wind down you fit me into my place you're bee stung here. Start with your eyes when they eye me in twilight picking up pieces of mine Tie me up with twine in your eyelight string me from heaven to time you bee stung. Between the tall buildings are snow-coated alleys between us is nothing but grace help me up when you hear me behind you falling all over the place it's not too late. |
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from Kristin Hersh - Strings (1994)
Some store
I'm not going back there anymore Wandered in Don't think I'll do that again No I don't think I'll do that again I swear Look at me cross-eyed and I don't know what to do No I don't know what to do Crazy loon There's a room in his pallet There's a pillow for his head Sees an offshoot in his bottle When he wants to see me dead Heirlooms A loon Never thought I'd see that silly grin Never thought I'd see that fool again Never thought I'd love that lunatic Nothing left to dance around What a hero What a black and blue bird What a loon, A loon What a loon, A loon |
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from Kristin Hersh - Strings (1994)
You can't get any more sunshine
I can't get over how it rains down Oh no no no. You can't get any more sunshine you can't get any more broken down Oh no no no. Is the car parked downtown leave it while the sun beats down we can walk and walk and walk walk and walk and walk. You can't get any more sunshine barefoot while the heat rains down Oh no no no. There's nothing I forgot I left that paper heart where it belonged who it belonged to, I never knew I never never knew. Paper burns and my heart melts when I tear at you. Sun drops down down now now now now. |
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from Kristin Hersh - Strings (1994)
You can come back
When you want Just know that I'll be here I haven't left this step And when the lights go out I pick the angel up I only have two hands... Is she here? Is she here right now? Drive her off Don't bother to call I'm checking out today Me and my charms Me and my charms When I kiss the angel I have a taste of you When I take the angel I have a piece of you I have a piece I have a piece You can come back I haven't left you yet And when the lights go out I pick the angel up I only have two left feet All I have in my hands All I have in my hands Me and my charms Me and my charms When I kiss the angel I have a taste of Me and my charms Me and my charms Down on the ground You can't leave me now You can't leave me now I haven't left you yet |
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from Kristin Hersh - Strings (1994)
Velvet Days
You make your little way Pouring rain Make that face You make my little day I laugh till my heart drops Down deep You break your little freak We break don't we break don't we Blush and knock your knees That's your girl breathing I laugh till my heart stops Hold your shark skin thing That's your boy breathing I laugh till my heart stops Blush and breathe I laugh till I can't see Down deep you break your little creep Listen blush and breathe That's your soul kissing I laugh |
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from Kristin Hersh - Strings (1994)
Lightning and foam make a pelican fly
Copper and snow make a dusky blue boy Your hair looks like copper Your eyes look the same We dance all night We dance all night You don't inspire a metric ton of trust 'Cause I'm on fire and so is all my stuff And we dance all night And we dance all night Lightning and foam make a pelican fly Copper and snow make a dusky blue boy Your hair looks like copper Your eyes look the same We dance all night We dance all night If I lived in a pumpkin shell I'd have the key And if I had a daughter She'd look a lot like me And we dance all night (dance all night) And we dance all night And we dance all night (dance all night) And we dance all night And we dance all night (dance all night) And we dance all night And we dance all night (dance all night) And we dance all night And we dance all night (dance all night) And we dance all night And we dance all night (dance all night) And we dance all night And we dance all night (dance all night) And we dance all night... |
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from Kristin Hersh - Strings (1994)
Lying all night, screaming in pain
Defending the cross in the Belfast rain The billy saw me at the end of the street So I lit up my torch and embraced him with heat Town of Aintab in 340 A.D. Threw me in a quarry, no way to get free I called on Hate to give me my life And he came on his black horse, obsidian knife Happened one night, I was lying in bed Eyes wide open, I could have been dead The sky lady came with her eyes shining bright And the bears and the billies and the bullies took flight But I called them all back And the sky lady too The bears and the billies and the bullies Me and you We laid down our bombs and bows And drank to their health on the Anatolian plateau From New Scotland to Calgary The geese are high and so are we We don't even need a map We're way too fast for the highway trap So hit the road and shine a light I think we're gonna find the path tonight Shooting star and the moon is bad It's the best damn omen that we ever had |
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from Kristin Hersh - Strings (1994)
( Led zeppelin Cover )
If it keeps on raining the levee's gotta break If it keeps on raining the levee's gotta break And if the levee breaks I got no place to stay Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan X2 Got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home, All last night sat on the levee and moaned, All last night sat on the levee and moaned, Thinkin' 'bout me baby and my happy home. Crying won't help you, praying won't do you no good Crying won't help you, praying won't do you no good 'Cause when the levee breaks, you got to move Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan X4 |
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from Everwood [ost] (2004)
Trouble Oh trouble set me free
I have seen your face And it's too much too much for me Trouble Oh trouble can't you see You're eating my heart away And there's nothing much left to me I've drunk your wine You have made your world mine So won't you be fair So won't you be fair I don't want no more of you So won't you be kind to me Just let me go where I'll have to go there Trouble Oh trouble move away I have seen your face And it's too much for me today Trouble Oh trouble can't you see You have made me a wreck Now won't you leave me in my misery I've seen your eyes And I can see death's disguise Hangin' on me Hangin' on me I'm beat, I'm torn Shattered and tossed and worn Too shocking to see Too shocking to see Trouble Oh trouble move from me I have paid my debt won't you leave me in my misery Trouble Oh trouble please be kind I don't want no fight And I haven't got a lot of time |
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