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from I Am Sam (아이 엠 샘) [ost] (2002)
Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someone's Hard earned pay you and me Sunday driving Not arriving On our way back home We're on our way home We're on our way home We're going home Two of us sending postcards Writing letters On my wall You and me burning matches Lifting latches On our way back home We're on our way home We're on our way home We're going home You and I have memories Longer than the road that stretches out ahead Two of us wearing raincoats Standing so low In the sun You and me chasing paper Getting nowhere On our way back home We're on our way home We're on our way home We're going home You and I have memories Longer than the road that stretches out ahead Two of us wearing raincoats Standing so low In the sun You and me chasing paper Getting nowhere On our way back home We're on our way home We're on our way home We're going home We're going home Better believe it |
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from Boogie Nights (부기 나이트) by Michael Penn [ost] (1997) | |||||
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from Godzilla (고질라) by David Arnold [omnibus, ost] (1998)
Macy day parade
Saw it on a station It is in the air The floats are floatin' in it Everything's all right Yes everything is changed Everything you thought of But don't it look the same Whe nyou bend down to it Bend like giants filled with rum You wanna see me Fee Fo Fum You are traipsing through tonight a garden of delight Bring the family up Bring your friends and neighbors When they call, "Last call," You look so contagious And I would catch it all Neon signs of love Exotic girls retire Power's out tonight It has blown a wire So never mind You never might Till you cultivate an appetite For the only open hand to bite garden of delight Let your hair hang low Let the air surround you If I lick your wound tonight Would you leave me or requite Honey you are sure polite A garden of delight |
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from Michael Penn - Mr. Hollywood Jr. 1947 (2007)
I count the cases piled up high. For the 1: 15.
For platform and for passerby. It's the same routine. I'm ranting while I’m raving, There's nothing here worth saving. Tell me now, what more do you need? Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting. Over everything. Well there's a few things I gotta say. And make no mistake, I'm mad... 'Cause every good thing I've had Abandoned me. All I want to do is hide. It's graduation day. And everything I learned inside Didn't seem to pay. I've had my fill of palm trees. And lighting up Grauman's Chinese. Tell me now, what more do you need? Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting. Over everything. And there's a few things I gotta say. Make no mistake, I'm mad... 'Cause every good thing I had Abandoned me. A sad and lonesome me. I'm the walking wounded. And I'd say it to your face. But I can't find my place. So tell me now, what more do you need? Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting Over everything. And there's a few things I gotta say. Make no mistake, I'm mad... 'Cause every good thing I had Abandoned me. A sad and lonesome me. A sad and lonesome me. A sad and lonesome me. |
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from Michael Penn - Mr. Hollywood Jr. 1947 (2007)
I've heard people say they've come for miles
To pay their due respects (for mileage, each expects). "A pillar of community and style". "At heart, a family man Who'd had a change of plan". Goodbye Sally, Simi Valley, Denton Road, The Roosevelt Hotel For my own farewell And if you don't show, that's fine. What's it say about me that I'm bored? Don't need another speech To know I'm out of reach. Someone made a joke about the lord And somehow it relates To a dash between the dates. Goodbye Sally, Simi Valley, Denton Road, The Roosevelt Hotel For my own farewell And if you don't show, that's fine. I don't expect you to. You've got other things to do In a life I now know that I never really knew. The light are going out. They shut the lid. I guess I lost the thread. I'm in over my head. Goodbye Sally, Simi Valley, Denton Road, The Roosevelt Hotel For my own farewell And if you don't show, that's fine. For my own farewell And if you don't show, that's fine. |
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from Michael Penn - Mr. Hollywood Jr. 1947 (2007)
We took the crowd,
You were drunk and I was loud. We pulled a fast one zigzagging around. Made our way To a table straight away. And if you're able… Baby, bet everything. You're going to lose But believe it or not you'll be highly amused 'Cause what's it worth anyway? It's just another broken part. Give 'em your artificial heart. Pass the hat; chalk up a real debt. Fancy that! I fucking called it! Now we're on a roll. Lose some more. Show him it's worth dying for And play your favorite. Baby bet everything You're going to lose But believe it or not you'll be highly amused 'Cause what's it worth anyway? It's just another broken part. Give 'em your artificial heart. Punched the floor And through the door. And baby, may I just say on a side note. Nothing's changed. (Just rearranged For you to fix. You're awesome at it). But these tricks Are just theatrics Wearing your battery out. So splash your face And put on that gown. It's a race and I'm heading back down. Baby, bet everything. You're going to lose But believe it or not you'll be highly amused Because what's it worth anyway? It's just another broken part And I just can't get the thing to start. Here is my artificial heart. |
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from Michael Penn - Mr. Hollywood Jr. 1947 (2007)
Let's say that was then.
Here we go again. All our friends are filling the room. It's like a play, And the words that I'll say Are not for you. They're for that costume. Giving you hope That when they pull the rope It's on a happy ending. But baby, I'm pretending. Isn't it hard? The windows are barred But you can't let go and can't hold onto Anything sure, That's attached and secure. Looking for a lifeline online; Something to show That I really do know. So that file I'm sending but baby I'm pretending. Baby I'm pretending even though I know better But I can't refuse 'Cause, although on a ruse You've come to me depending, baby I'm pretending. Baby I'm pretending. Baby I'm pretending. |
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from Michael Penn - Mr. Hollywood Jr. 1947 (2007)
Hold my head up,
Turn around Mary Lynn. Hold my head up, Turn around Mary Lynn. And if you'd only stay the night You'd see it's not so Black and white. And on a hard day Put your cares away And pray. |
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from Michael Penn - Mr. Hollywood Jr. 1947 (2007)
Every eye will go to you.
You do not have a doubt. 'Cause baby, these appearances Are what it's all about. And if I told you how that looks You'd say I've got a nervea| Just another particle That we can all observe As you trot it out. You know how. You trot it out. You know how. You had a ball at Edendale. I'll never guess who came! The guy who played the lover in That film without a name. He lavishes praise upon you, And fetched umbrella'd drinks. And when you think he likes you Then you like the way he thinks. So you trot it out. You know how. You trot it out, babe. You know how. The merits of my argumenta" Given up for dead. But, humbled by the universe Revolving 'round your head, Suddenly you're telling me, That, credit where it's due, Every blessing come your way You've been entitled to. (Oh, you trot it out babe You know how). So captivate my interest with An answer for it all. A destiny's awaiting youa| You sort of feel the call. But you can't help me with this bit Of text you memorize. You can make excuses But you don't apologize. No, you trot it out. You know how. You trot it out. You know how To trot it out, babe. You know. You know how. |
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from Michael Penn - Mr. Hollywood Jr. 1947 (2007)
Baby calm down.
Baby come back down to the ground. Let me hold you; Let me hold this moment a spell. I can tell That there's really not a lot of options open For another kind of aftermath. You're hoping that there's something else that you can do to Make it come true, Make it perfect, Make it O.K.. Light the marquees. Santa Anas twist through the trees. And while the line swings, Putting all your light things with his. Trouble is That there's really not a lot of options open For another kind of aftermath you're hoping. But there's something else that you can do to Make it come true, Make it perfect, Make it O.K.. And there's really not a lot of options open For another kind of aftermath. You're hoping that there's something else that you can do to Make it come true, Make it perfect, Make it O.K.. |
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from Michael Penn - Mr. Hollywood Jr. 1947 (2007)
I'm on automatic
And you gotta flip the switch. Baby there's a box in the attic But I couldn't tell you which was which. It's all become a running joke. I'm what you might call simple folk. But everything'll turn out fine. Things are looking up. In the meantime Things are looking up. I'm swinging through the top of the valley, Felling like the missing link. But there's another schematic and look, she's getting me a drink While putting flowers on his crypt 'Cause Valentino's lost the script. But everything'll turn out fine. Things are looking up. In the meantime Things are looking up. You blew another ring. I thought you'd quit. Along with calling misfits But it's me your looking up. I'm on automatic. The only person left to frisk. I know I'm being over-dramatic But I think I'm going to run that risk, Of walking down the same old plank. And maybe I'm about to tank, But everything'll turn out fine. Things are looking up. In the meantime Things are looking up In the meantime. |
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from Michael Penn - Mr. Hollywood Jr. 1947 (2007)
I count the cases piled up high. For the 1: 15.
For platform and for passerby. It's the same routine. I'm ranting while I’m raving, There's nothing here worth saving. Tell me now, what more do you need? Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting. Over everything. Well there's a few things I gotta say. And make no mistake, I'm mad... 'Cause every good thing I've had Abandoned me. All I want to do is hide. It's graduation day. And everything I learned inside Didn't seem to pay. I've had my fill of palm trees. And lighting up Grauman's Chinese. Tell me now, what more do you need? Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting. Over everything. And there's a few things I gotta say. Make no mistake, I'm mad... 'Cause every good thing I had Abandoned me. A sad and lonesome me. I'm the walking wounded. And I'd say it to your face. But I can't find my place. So tell me now, what more do you need? Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting Over everything. And there's a few things I gotta say. Make no mistake, I'm mad... 'Cause every good thing I had Abandoned me. A sad and lonesome me. A sad and lonesome me. A sad and lonesome me. |
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from Michael Penn - Mr. Hollywood Jr. 1947 (2007)
I've heard people say they've come for miles
To pay their due respects (for mileage, each expects). "A pillar of community and style". "At heart, a family man Who'd had a change of plan". Goodbye Sally, Simi Valley, Denton Road, The Roosevelt Hotel For my own farewell And if you don't show, that's fine. What's it say about me that I'm bored? Don't need another speech To know I'm out of reach. Someone made a joke about the lord And somehow it relates To a dash between the dates. Goodbye Sally, Simi Valley, Denton Road, The Roosevelt Hotel For my own farewell And if you don't show, that's fine. I don't expect you to. You've got other things to do In a life I now know that I never really knew. The light are going out. They shut the lid. I guess I lost the thread. I'm in over my head. Goodbye Sally, Simi Valley, Denton Road, The Roosevelt Hotel For my own farewell And if you don't show, that's fine. For my own farewell And if you don't show, that's fine. |
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from Michael Penn - Mr. Hollywood Jr. 1947 (2007)
Whatever news you had
Whatever shoes you had Whatever made you mad enough On the promenade you can Give it a rest Give it a seat Or in the glass you can cut your feet Pop a knee Flesh torn And everything else seems A little worse for worn A simple thing, I admit Out I never did figure it I can tell that I'm about to I can tell when I'm without you I've seen you juggle I've seen your best I've seen you running out of luck you pressed I've seen the scores on how far up you fessed Until a thinner air is what you're breathing now So catch your breath Don't just stand there holding it I've seen you die a little death I'm pretty sure you were here But lately things tend to disappear Like the days I never got around to I can tell when I'm without you Psychic on the corner 'Palms and Runes, Tarot and Tea' The proprietor gives matches to the girls in line For Club Diplomacy Be he's not on to me Crossed Olympic to collect my fee But there's no one in this neighborhood who I can tell when I'm without you I can tell when I'm without you I can tell when I'm without you |
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from Michael Penn - Mr. Hollywood Jr. 1947 (2007)
The fire that this town can see
Is me alight in effigy I suppose baby don't want me around She threw my stuff into a pit And laughed aloud as I dove after it I suppose baby don't want me around Is this the place you want to be? Out of the woods Out of control And is it really only me Who never gets here with you She changed the number, changed the lock A rubber door in case I knock I suppose baby don't want me around Is this the place you want to be? Out of the woods Out of control And is it really only me Who never gets here with you Looking up your balcony By the light of the moon I will be I suppose baby don't want me around The stars above they are not real They are the sparks from smitten steel I propose forging is making that sound Baby don't want me around Baby don't want me I suppose my baby don't want me around |
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from Michael Penn - Mr. Hollywood Jr. 1947 (2007)
Baby calm down.
Baby come back down to the ground. Let me hold you; Let me hold this moment a spell. I can tell That there's really not a lot of options open For another kind of aftermath. You're hoping that there's something else that you can do to Make it come true, Make it perfect, Make it O.K.. Light the marquees. Santa Anas twist through the trees. And while the line swings, Putting all your light things with his. Trouble is That there's really not a lot of options open For another kind of aftermath you're hoping. But there's something else that you can do to Make it come true, Make it perfect, Make it O.K.. And there's really not a lot of options open For another kind of aftermath. You're hoping that there's something else that you can do to Make it come true, Make it perfect, Make it O.K.. |
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from Michael Penn - MP4 (Days Since a Lost Time Accident) (2000)
I'm sending out a call to arms
from the cities to the farms to the sounding of alarms with all the bells and whistles took my prize, hung my plaque pat our big collective back and then got drunk on crackerjack and e-mailed my epistle I must be the lucky one the luckiest in Luckydom who reached the moon but wound up numb now that I've had my fun here comes the millennium Knowing love everyday my baby wants to be that way but I can't bring myself to say how I can't hope for crying things got bad, things got worse I got loaded in a hearse when all I needed was a nurse believe me, I'm not lying I must be the lucky one the luckiest in Luckydom who reached the moon but wound up numb now that I've had my fun here comes the millennium I must be the lucky one the luckiest in Luckydom who reached the moon but wound up numb let's call this party done here comes the millennium |
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from Michael Penn - MP4 (Days Since a Lost Time Accident) (2000)
Monday
seventeen degrees the shadows disappear all around you dear until it's loud and clear isn't it the truth the whole truth nothing but the truth so help me the whole truth nothing but the truth so help me God I'm the bad guy waiting in the wings and the key light hat all my words fall flat but I'm used to that getting to the truth the whole truth nothing but the truth so help me the whole truth nothing but the truth so help me God baby if you want to talk I'll be there to listen neither rain, not hail nor sleet or snow but Cahuenga is stop and go this much I do know all I want's the truth the whole truth nothing but the truth so help me thw whole truth nothing but the truth so help me God |
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from Michael Penn - MP4 (Days Since a Lost Time Accident) (2000)
What a scene
what a drama just to find the door that was mean that was totally uncalled for have you reached the point where you must choose between what you lost and what you stand to lose isn't it high time? Could it be that the future's going to turn out great? well, we'll see meantime somebody lays in wait 'til you reach the point where you must choose between what you've lost and what you stand to lose so come up with a new line 'cause baby it's high time What a shame I know nothing's ever been this tough out of blame and out of all of that other stuff but when you're alone with what you've left and you've done bereaved and been bereft enough you have reached the point where you must choose between what you've lost and what you stand to lose isn't it high time baby it's high time baby it's high time |
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from Michael Penn - MP4 (Days Since a Lost Time Accident) (2000)
One more for the collection
you've got on your wall paint it in the frame until you hire out a little stall and on a few, you've got to laugh as you inscribe his autograph... they are the ones that everybody chooses beautiful excuses Closing in on targets in an open sight each one spins around you and around you like a satellite just take one down when times are tough a diamonetta in the rough they are the ones that everybody chooses beautiful excuses Always tragic perfect bait they grip you as they captivate twist, but do not fabricate then imply they implicate you get thirsty; while you wait a demonstrator demonstrates that you've run out of holy water, dude Your works of art are hanging in the Parthenon but where's the only one who ever bothered to take you on you can't explain why that one's gone until you put your finger on whatever it accuses beautiful forgery such beautiful excuses all you ever wanted someone who refuses beautiful |
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from Michael Penn - MP4 (Days Since a Lost Time Accident) (2000)
In a little while
I'll forget your name and with the time we had I will do the same 'cause I can't belong to any future the past's a never ending overture until it's only now no matter how I put my foot down I want to know my rank and I want my reward or I will make a little war that you can not afford I don't mean to be somehow unkind but the bottom of my heart is in the backseat of my mind it's a drive with will I guess until I put my foot down I don't mean to be somehow unkind but when I put my best foot forward something's left behind I'm gonna tell you now I'm going to make a vow to put my foot down |
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from Michael Penn - MP4 (Days Since a Lost Time Accident) (2000)
First she's going to relocate it
to the southland stake her claim in Silverlake what she's showing off will be on your account there's little doubt she's stealing what she confiscates chalking it all up to fate that is why she always waits for the perfect candidate She's got every reason in the world to pick one more as she will demonstrate how many does that make it now? I'm losing count it's tantamount to stealing what she confiscates chalking it all up to fate and she can not hardly wait for the perfect candidate congratulations! take a bow what will you do now, anyhow? She can read your mind 'cause she wrote it for you you who'll take surprising bait like a magic lantern beaming with projection my reflection: slate as blank as face is straight makes the perfect candidate and she can not hardly wait for her perfect candidate |
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from Michael Penn - MP4 (Days Since a Lost Time Accident) (2000)
I want you to keep a piece of me
In there, right below your majesty I may tend to it with flattery Or maybe I'll jump start, counting on a battery What's right, unglue, what's left, breakthrough Brake up, brakedown, let up, leave town Oh, fuck, got stuck, you lose, tough luck The odds were in your favor The taste was in your savor How bitter is that swill? And it's dragging me to you Don't let me go Black hole, falling in Don't let me go If I'm wrong again Don't let me go Even if it pulls you in Don't let me go Baby, don't let me go If you don't, you can say you didn't quit And I'm likely to be needing it So sorry, but when I let go I thought you'd know How to follow Did you swallow? It's gone Head rush Can't see This crush Will prove I was unworthy And what I did was usury I'm sorry for that too But it's dragging me to you Don't let me go Black hole, falling in Don't let me go If I'm wrong again Don't let me go Even if it pulls you in Don't let me go Baby, don't let me go My baby, don't let me go |
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from Michael Penn - MP4 (Days Since a Lost Time Accident) (2000)
That's the way it goes
You're going to have to See it through eventually Listen, I propose that Everybody show Some sort of sympathy 'Cause all the highs and lows Are really wearing out Its elasticity There's no bouncing back No recovery Put it out of Its misery If you take my devotion And figure it as something You're due to accrue It's only emotion Winding up the motion We are going through And don't it break your heart To watch its little quiver On the avenue 'Til it's crawling back On its only knee Put it out of Its misery Misery I can hear mercy, mercy me Letting this go on and on and on Endlessly That's the way it goes Everybody knows we're through So you see Your i-told-you-sos Weren't any help And now they're boring me Listen I propose That we might indulge A little luxury But there's no going back And it falls on me That it is murder 'Cause I know, baby, only you Can put me out of my Misery Misery Misery Misery |
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from Michael Penn - MP4 (Days Since a Lost Time Accident) (2000)
When you're on a high
with no telling how you got there I might catch your eye from a world beneath you How do you? Don't you recognize what you are leaving? Let me introduce what you've just seen a trampoline and it's dropping out of view trampoline until gravity pulls you When you hit the ground the impression you are making is of one who's found what all the reasons are you fall so far and with that put a dent in my resistance Hey, look who'se lining up to intervene a trampoline and it's dropping out of view trampoline until gravity pulls you trampoline and it's dropping out of view trampoline until gravity pulls through |
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from Michael Penn - MP4 (Days Since a Lost Time Accident) (2000)
it's a kind of parade
it's a bucket brigade who got it off the wire that you'd set it and left just to cover the theft that would topple and empire but you wanted the world and it was only the heart... only the heart of a girl for everyone in the know he's going to put on a show death defying feats of daring and for the riff and the raff he's gonna mimeograph a statement he's preparing that he wanted the world and it was only a heart... only the heart of a girl here we are handing over all we know either that or start to blow 'til we've run out of breath it's a kind of parade it's a bucket brigade who read it off the wire that you lost your whole world and it was all over the heart of a girl only the heart of a girl here we are handing over all we know either that or start to blow 'til we've run out of breath |
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from Michael Penn - March (2001)
So, she says it's time she goes
But wanted to be sure I know She hopes we can be friends I think, yeah, I guess we can say I But didn't think to ask her why She blocked her eyes and drew the curtains With knots I've got yet to untie What if I were Romeo in black jeans What if I was Heathcliff, it's no myth Maybe she's just looking for Someone to dance with See, it was just too soon to tell And looking for some parallel Can be an endless game We, we said goodbye before hello My secrets she will never know And if I dig a hole to China I'll catch the first junk to Soho What if I were Romeo in black jeans What if I was Heathcliff, it's no myth Maybe she's just looking for Someone to dance with Sometime from now you'll bow to pressure Some things in life you cannot measure by degrees I'm between the poles and the equator Don't send no private investigator to find me please 'Less he speaks Chinese And can dance like Astaire overseas, okay What if I were What if I was Maybe she's just looking for Someone to dance with What if I were Romeo in black jeans What if I was Heathcliff, it's no myth Maybe she's just looking for Someone to dance with |
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from Michael Penn - March (2001)
I don't care that you won't quit this notion
Of burying the carnival But what the Hell is in your potion That's made you so dull? So I cannot make a blind from sawdust Much less a cool millennium, but I'd Much rather feel the heat of August Than be sheltered and numb So move out of your bed of roses now I'm putting in a bed of nails Because missles, guns and rubber hoses Will land me in jail This paradise is slowly crumbing From here to Wilshire Boulevard But the rubble over which you are stumbling Just isn't that hard What did you do with all that grace now? What did you do with all my wine? What makes you think that just 'cause you dress bright Means that you shine? So move out of your bed of roses now I'm putting in a bed of nails 'Cause when this whole production closes That innocence fails Weren't we supposed to shine like half harvest Never shown Shine like half harvest Never known So move out of your bed of roses now I'm putting in a bed of nails 'Cause when this whole production closes That innocence fails Shine like half harvest Never shown Shine like half harvest Never known Shine like half harvest Never known Shine like half harvest Never shown Shine, mm (ah) Shine like half harvest Never known Shine |
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from Michael Penn - March (2001)
Baby's busy hiding in the bassinet
wonderin' if the third world war started yet I told her I was pulling up and heading west she said she would have come but she was overdressed so I sent a picture postcard of a midwest bank she wrote me that she showed it to her new friend Frank who noticed in a window on the 19th floor a guy my age about to prove that man can't soar and he would also like to know if I could just check around before I left this town for slow-mo footage of the tumble down so This may not be my best day but this ain't no golden age You looked pretty on the freeway let's drive into the brave new world. A van pulls up and someone offers me a ride the driver lost the map and he was terrified everybody whispering to save his pride say "son would you be kind enough to be our guide?" The driver yells "the one in back already tried, but his memory is rusty and his vision tied." glasses and a lubricant were by his side but the tin man was inanimate, the lion lied They did not want to see me go but I did not want to be another muskateer plus the gas runs out before the van's in gear Please don't hit me if I do say but this ain't no golden age You looked so pretty on the freeway let's drive into the brave new world... Buster and his company look good in black they're looking for a way out of the cul-de-sac tearing through the phone book and the almanac they all have dusty noses 'cause they sniff shellac they finally found the number of a matador who rode up in a Beemer with a pricey whore but Buster wasn't quick enough he'd lock the door and rode off sayin' he'd be back before the war by then the night was falling slow and I did not want to stick around and just look old when I saw you pulling onto my soft shoulder This may not be my best day but this ain't no golden age You looked pretty on the freeway let's drive into the brave new world. |
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from Michael Penn - March (2001)
Sweet Miranda brings me the wine
We have had our fill Of almost everything Turning thistledown laughter I would take her blue cue too late I would say the words Almost anything Just to catch what she's after But you don't believe that I'm a partner in this game How can you believe that I'm the innocent one? When the bough broke and in pieces we feel We would scream and shout Almost anything But the point is we fell, dear There will be no more wishlessness There will be some doubt No new day without Best that we say farewall, dear But you don't believe that I'm a party to the pain How can you believe that I'm the innocent one? Well, I saw this girl crying Behind the wheel of a car She had balloons in the back seat The front door ajar She never moved So I just wispered goodbye She reminded me of you when you cry And I didn't mean to make you cry Sweet Miranda brings me the wine We have had our fill Of almost everything Turning thistledown laughter I would take her blue cue too late I would say the words Almost anything Just to catch what she's after But you don't believe that I'm a partner in this game How can you believe that I'm the innocent one? |
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from Michael Penn - March (2001)
Years away
With foreign girls The bedlam boys Took sand from pearls The tide went out The time was ripe It's so much more subtle to be The silent type And I'm in no mood to reunite If they came with her tonight The bedlam boys Make some noise for me The bedlam boys Lisa's knocking at My open door With a chance to make up And a hope for more So I just whispered to her Underbreath "This love has suffered Such a quiet death" The keys in your pocket Have turned to rust You brought suspicion And I was put in trust She says "time and tide abide" Yeah, 'cause time and tide's been fried By the bedlam boys Make some noise for me The bedlam boys Make some noise for me Well, it's history, my baby Like ruins in textbooks That's making you stare With come-hither-type looks And that's why your touch seems So baited with all those old hooks This ain't part of the deal See all that counts is how you feel About the bedlam boys Make some noise for me The bedlam boys Make some noise for me The bedlam boys (yeah) Make some noise (yeah) The bedlam boys Make some noise (Ah, oh) |
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from Michael Penn - March (2001)
She's there separating
Orange from rind And i sit at her station every time So what ever happened to Common courtesy Now one in a million Seems one more than me I don't mind just watching her Parading for customers But everybody bayed as i Slowly fade I go invisible Don't give me away She's there pouring coffee Watching the time And i sit half amazed That she's pouring mine She said that she'd always Pegged me as gay And she only plays for keeps When she plays Well isn't that something You're pulling my heart strings But what you gonna do when you Slowly fade I feel invincible She went invisible Don't give me away I go invisible Don't give me away |
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from Michael Penn - March (2001)
It's hiding in the corner
Of every sacred place Before the ambush you won't want to Recognize its face It slithers like a viper Readies its attack Tears your flesh and soul apart Then clings on to your back But not till it turns away Can you feel the pain of all the damage done And you may notice that This quick opiate Might wear the wings of angels That's when you realize You've been shot down Wounded unto death by something called love It followed you to hell, Ange A double agent who Will listen to your every lie But never tell on you Just whisper to you true It promises you silk things But burns the clothes you wear Gives you leave in heaven And you scream that it's unfair To force you to compare But not till it turns away Can you feel the pain of all the damage done And you may notice that This quick opiate Might wear the wings of angels That's when you realize You've been shot down Wounded unto death by something called love You've been shot down Wounded Wounded unto death by something called love |
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from Michael Penn - March (2001)
Without an invitation
it used to be more fun surveillance through the dry bush you knew the art of ring and run and hid behind the t-bird unless the door would open first you had a talent for excuses... an innocent who'd been coerced you had to have it all rehearsed when knocking at the big house knocking at the big house It always seemed the easiest when it didn't mean that much though you welcomed competition you had an ace no one could touch but didn't have a short clue that this gift's a given thing call it camouflage or filthy rags it was not enough to let it ring you had to sign this offering by knocking at the big house knocking at the big house Now there's nothing to conceal you you come in from the front the hedges have been cut back and you're much too old for scavenger hunt maybe you're collecting donations for the cause it may be now or never so let it ring don't you pause you are not breaking any laws when knocking at the big house knocking at the big house keep your eye up to the keyhole what do you see now you'll be |
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from Michael Penn - March (2001)
This one is a bad one
It's no lie but that's not why I'm standing, dear I only want to whisper to your heart but I'm too smart for starting here... we get into that battle room we choose to get into the battle room in twos, we get into the battle room It doesn't have a floor it's kind of small but there's no wall between us here Every move you make's a somersault in this altered atmosphere we get into the battle room we choose to get into the battle room in twos, we get into the battle room |
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from Michael Penn - March (2001)
If you wipe the slate
Let me start again from this moment on We've been through this before Every single time that I thought you had gone Well, I'm out of reserve I'm out of my wherewithal But when the moment comes When I've got nothing left I find I've got it all See, what I know I can't always believe A poison kiss can take like a reprieve And once again, I'm caught up on the evenfall I know it's late I'm never in the frame of mind any earlier I can just judge the hour By how much of what I see is no more than her Well, I'm down on my knees Looking for some kind of antidote When moment comes, I keep one thing in mind That keeps my head afloat What I believe ain't always what I feel Another chance can sting like naked steel And once again, I'm caught up on the evenfall Well, it's a mystery, can't you see? Why you'd still be here with me I don't need no guarantee But don't ever turn from me Don't ever turn me away What I believe ain't always what I feel Another chance can sting like naked steel And once again, I'm caught up on the evenfall See, what I know I can't always believe A poison kiss can take like a reprieve And once again, I'm caught up on the evenfall |
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from Michael Penn - March (2001)
Oh man,
look what the cat drug in It's got the dress, tho the color's gone that I gave my one true love on Oh man, look what the wind blew home Never had this much stimulation since her low down elevation, but Oh, don't look in those eyes bluer than blue her rule's on the rise and if I wear apathy's crown don't call me higness it's a long way down Oh, what terrible things she shows I'm overwhelmed by rumors this high and overcome by lows Oh, what use is it to pretend that I have the strength for this anymore This is all in the world that she lives for but... Oh, don't look in those eyes bluer than blue her rule's on the rise and if I wear apathy's crown don't call me highness ('cause) it's a long way down Now I would suppose that I'm not the only one and one never knows... but I got a feeling she's been sleeping with the whole wide world Oh, don't look in those eyes bluer than blue her rule's on the rise and if I wear apathy's crown don't call me highness it's a long way down |
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from Michael Penn - March (2001)
I won't ever get used to this
A blank spot temptations do resist. The other shoe will drop just an aftershock Nice hat; you look like a referee Nice watch; but why are you timing me? Its spring has come unwound I was not out of bounds This is not out I drew that line when I was handed free time. Bells clang I guess it's a holiday Did that rhyme? Shit! I'm a poet now. So give me stuff for free and if I do somehow into the soft whites of beautiful lies stare down stare I don't apologize I've never been the kind to close an open mind so leave behind all that extra free time. |
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from Michael Penn - March (2001)
Who'd have ever thought to
Call that coal If my hands were warm then I might I don't know I keep panning And in my reach it Hangs on Water falls down There's no gold in this barren town "Used to be a man could make his way with a barrel full of this black coal," Half certain you'd say But in my reach it Hangs on Water falls down There's no gold in this barren town. Look at every angle And draw a square Find some nut you can instead untighten Watch me in the corner With a pair Under certain pressure Ace, a diamond So run your fingers down my back You'd make such a cool distraction 'Cause in my reach it Hangs on Yeah, the walls down There's no gold There's a line drawn and crossed By the banks. By the way Water falls down There's no gold in this barren town. |
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from Michael Penn - March (2001)
I loved a girl once
beyond compare She saw inside me and gave me air She was assisting my surgery My heart was opened as she put a mask on me I'm breathing but it's become a chore "Now that you've seen the doctor don't call me anymore" I was impatient I was not in full arrest and the symptoms were induced by something I could not digest She'd said a mouthful I'd swallowed whole My heart starts beating a capriole, a murmur, too different to ignore "Now that you've seen the doctor don't call me anymore" |
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from Michael Penn - March (2001)
Always been horseblinded
Could never see Past the two shades on the periphery I ask you for mercy And beg clemency But something I'm feeling is sticking with me When you're all alone And I am not around I know that you think me As cold as the ground I don't play accordion, we disagree But something I'm thinking is sticking with me |
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from Michael Penn - March (2001)
Here's the car you will be driving. Radio works.
Take the 10 out. On arriving, detour other road. Where every sign's a carved design. stick feather on with glue and run amok upon the lawn The sun comes up and it just dawned on me: one thing's clear the times come when all of your love is drained I've seen this scene I'll dream this dream and have now and then I lose my concentration to some twister again and I point mute in shrunken suit like all your weathermen now feeling wet and most alone into this shelter I am thrown and found dumb? at least I got this one thing clear: the times come when all of your love is drained |
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from Michael Penn - March (2001)
Rats in my jacket
I'm so impressed I am now seen unclean Wash me up mama and give me a suit of gabardine I had a suit, by the look on my face, maybe it's plain to see that that never stopped what was troubling me like once, it was Monday out. And dry? Man, it was a drought but all that is slipping my mind Cracked like a whip like a brick coming down and hit me between the eyes another occasion I've yet to forget was I unwise? Should I remind you that this is the end of Camels, and masking tape, and this demonstration of tripping with grace and if I need you I'm intentionally wasting your time Hey, everything's slipping my mind Now copper and nickel are heads in my hand I'll bet you your sparest change that this time tomorrow you'll be miles away with all trace of Monday out with deserts to think about and all of this slippin' my mind. |
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from Michael Penn - March (2001)
This story is past tense
and I did not want my cover blown Thought well enough was left alone and who decided you'd rescue me? Yeah, I do agree a bent and broken set are we Up in a tree we're stuck and the only lights off the wire are all the moths in the fire Can't you feel how the air is getting dry Try, but can't identify what you start to think |
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from Michael Penn - March (2001)
Always thought it was a game with us
Move until enough's enough into a picture-perfect view I'd like to rip it up with you Why would anybody leave this place? It's overdrawn and won't erase And if you're feeling incomplete the line is stretching up the street So take a look but you might stay until you have counted every light from Bunker Hill Take a coat you're going to freeze My baby sees every sentence with an underline never uses turpentine Put out a fleece and build a kite A siren's going off tonight Lay your head down Do you call this chance? Found the exit this entrance Now's the time (and it is still) I'm sorry that I kept you waiting here until Hey, Luanda do you want a thrill? We can watch the lights shine up from Bunker Hill But if it puts your heart at ease my baby, please... Try, but you can't hide Impossible. You're lit from the inside And all I've got to do is keep my eyes above the ground to see you move around The only points of light are fires on Vermont Somebody must suspect that all we really want is a tranquilizer gun to fill It's a free-for-all on Bunker Hill and everybody wets their knees on the trapeze... |
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from 하우스 (House M.D.) (2007)
I count the cases piled up high. For the 1: 15.
For platform and for passerby. It's the same routine. I'm ranting while I’m raving, There's nothing here worth saving. Tell me now, what more do you need? Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting. Over everything. Well there's a few things I gotta say. And make no mistake, I'm mad... 'Cause every good thing I've had Abandoned me. All I want to do is hide. It's graduation day. And everything I learned inside Didn't seem to pay. I've had my fill of palm trees. And lighting up Grauman's Chinese. Tell me now, what more do you need? Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting. Over everything. And there's a few things I gotta say. Make no mistake, I'm mad... 'Cause every good thing I had Abandoned me. A sad and lonesome me. I'm the walking wounded. And I'd say it to your face. But I can't find my place. So tell me now, what more do you need? Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting Over everything. And there's a few things I gotta say. Make no mistake, I'm mad... 'Cause every good thing I had Abandoned me. A sad and lonesome me. A sad and lonesome me. A sad and lonesome me. |
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from Girls Soundtrack Volume 1 : Music From The HBO Original Series [single, ost] (2013) |