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from Pavement - Carrot Rope [single] (2006)
Spiral: I want to say:
SM: It's my second hand wonder, a thing that recovers the doubt Spiral: Slim door, Mark: Like a rainstorm, you've got to do what you want and say it SM: It's of my design assembled at the cut Spiral: Slim door, SM: It's all right to shake, to fight, to feel Mark: You go down, down, down, down Spiral: Slim door, SM: It's all right to shake, to fight, to feel Mark: You go down, down, down, down SM: Harness your hopes to the folks with the liquor with the ropes, Red, red ropes, periscopes They've got everything will ever need stored under the chair Simmer, simmer, simmer down Simmer, simmer, simmer down Don't waste your precious breath explaining that you are worthwhile Simmer, simmer, simmer down Simmer, simmer, simmer down Be patient and I'll let you see my Carrot rope, feed my thrill, I got beat by weather Carrot rope, feed my thrill, I got beat by weather Carrot rope, feed my thrill, It's time to get me off of the ground, The wicket keeper is down (the wicked keep us down?) SM: Hey little boy, would you like to know what's in my pocket or not It's no ploy, it's no gimmick, It's the chance of a lifetime to see something that's never seen by mere mortals Mark: Except me Spiral:And myself SM: And sweet I, so what do you say? Would you like to play 20 questions with me? SM: A little, little Christian lie, A little, little Christian lie Debating if it's time to drop the bomb on you, my dear A little, little Christian lie, A little, little Christian lie Let's get down to brass tacks and start it A carrot rope, feed my thrill, I got beat by weather A carrot rope, feed my thrill, I got beat by weather Carrot rope, feed my thrill It's time to get me off of the grounds The wicket keeper is down, The wicked keeper is down And he gets me off of the grounds Spiral:Leg |
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from Pavement - Carrot Rope [single] (2006)
harness your hopes
Harness your hopes on just one person because you know a harness was only made for one Don't telegraph your passes You'll end up with molasses cauterized in syrup And syrup and molasses And I'm checking out the asses The assets that attract us To anything that moves We're deep inside the grooves And it's time to shake the rations cause someone's gonna cash in The plot it turns again The reference starts at ten Well show me A word that rhymes with Pavement And I won't kill your parents And roast them on a spit And a-don't you try to etch it Or permanently sketch it Or your gonna catch a bad bad cold And the freaks have stormed the white house I moved into a lighthouse It's on a scenic quay It's oh so far away Far away from the beginning The shroud is made of linen The yearling took the purse The goth kid has a hearse Heart-breaking Earth-quaking Kiwis they are home baking Minds wide open truly Leisure A leisure suit is nothing It's nothing to be proud of In this late century And I'm asking you to hold me Just like the morning paper Pinched between your pointer Your index and your thumb It's a semi-automatic Believers are ecstatic You see the way they cling The cold metallic sting And I'm living in a coma For Donna de Varona The harness made of hopes The lovers on the ropes Nun is to church As the parrot is to perch And my Heart's Wide open Truly |
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from Pavement - Carrot Rope [single] (2006)
Roll With The Wind
Many are the men who get lost around the bend Solitary rejects with a need to spawn Well the hell you are a-raisin' The skirts you are a-chasin' Gonna send the letter bomb back to you Roll! Roll with the wind! Roll! Roll with the wind! ? theres always equation For what you are made up of what you're gonna be Wise, you are a shaman and rich a Boston prominent, poor, you're just so common and that's all there is Roll! Roll with the wind! Roll! Roll with the wind! Clarity was lost in the guts of the Xerox machine Say what you need Say what you mean Don't keep me guessing Playing to packed houses and quiet as church mouses And building up a circus tent with black ??? Well I get high on action Heavy tooth compaction Building up a root canal entre vous Roll! Roll with the wind! Roll! Roll with the wind! Charity's new members lost it so save the reciept Save the reciept Save the reciept Save the reciepts Don't keep me guessing You gotta roll! Roll with the wind! Roll with the wind! You gotta roll! Roll with the wind! Roll with the wind! |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
When they fall in
They fall in from the roof They grab on to me tightly As if I knew the way When I fight for something I fight because I care When I fight with you I fight but I don't care Everybody wants the questions to be asked The questions are the answers To questions in themselves Ask me if I really need it Ask me if you want to get hit Hit it Ask me if you want to be...fucked. |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
I'm just waiting waiting for the baptist
That sad suck-off left me in damascus I'm just waiting waiting for the baptist That sad suck-off, that shit left me now I'm just wasting, wasting all the black ticks queens way's rockers, Enough to make your ears twitch I'm wasting, wasting all the black chicks (tits? ) Some reddish sins, some grey - is it now ? ? ? I'm just waiting, waiting for a black jet That f**ker...ahhhhhhh... That f**ker left me now That suck left me now That sun left me now. |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
Wasn't the question you were asking
wasn't my answer I gave that made me feel like I was on train was a distant voice made me make the choice that i had to get the fuck out of this town I got a lot of things to do a lot of places to go I got a lot of good things coming my way and im afraid to say that you're not one of them Last time I was there you were out on the couch pressed into a little electric tube it was the way that you smiled that made me know at once that i had to get the fuck out of this town cause I've decided to make a stand and I'm not taking your hand I'm taking the next bus outta here I'm gonna head to box elder |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
maybe she is
maybe she's not maybe we's we's hack cough wheeze hack cough debris slide maybe he is maybe he's not maybe I's I's in the socket eyes in the socket so i'm gonna sock it debris slide! |
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Greetings, spent day riding forklift
Mother says NO. Can't I for forklift me? Want it because I need money and work time is my life not hers. But what does it mean ?? Cash ??? sweating and puking This is just a bunch of ?????? You can try again later Pay Me. But of course work sucks, so spend week in Nevada dancing with old lady full of nickels full of nickels and dimes. Makes me tired, lose myself, lose my cash but get REAL DRUNK. And then when I'm drunk I go over to dealer Bobbi from Iowa and say "Hello Bobbi, give me something more than 21." Nothing left back home with Forklift Driving past boss Kramer Age 24, Delta High Phd. "Say Mr. Kramer, tired of work, let me poof this forklift, let me puff this forklift." this i ask: that you serve as a forklift too. christmas, christmas |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
from now on
i make haste to carry my skin into the arm must of ????? never less never less cuaght might grow in to a mind that eats like a big taste lie i've laid low from now on this is a joke when he sees the skin rought on me play low from now on this is a joke can i see the skin rot on a dog stray's hide |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
Fight for felicity for me.
You know i cannot do it myself. Stick your fingers in my mouth. Pull my lips back and watch me smile. Catch me on my troubled portion. Maybe there is something there for you. Look below her nylon stockings, snapped the double notch and left untied. Some king chooser will wind up with my number. I'll go to sleep and wait for my number to come. Deep pockets may be deeper and always had a nickel to spare. Now the blood blister's, the blister's black as she washes her hands across her chest. But if you're willing to call my machine, flip the coins and watch me light up hope the time is right for it when its done turn your back King chooser has come for my number. I'll just roll over on my back and wait for my number to come. |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
what i was was a pissing johnson
and what she was was a faded bombshell. maybe maybe what i was was a mark inside her hand what she was was a ten pound block. maybe maybe |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
I'm jonesin' for a mercy snack
I'm regular, I'm treble-kicked I been down to the Laundromat The lines are long My lines are strong I been down to the south of Maine I worked a week, I snuck a peek I been down to the Bondage Street Guitar is numb, my eyes are dumb I saw the terror in your tongue The cat's domain is no longer fun I waded and I waited, And I waited, and I waited And then I went back home To my apartment views and all the screws With this inside my guts and gore Was pouring out, I did adore my Sight. |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
Started in the old south
i brought it to the new west sold it for a dry claim i bought it back the hard way i've got a mine thats fine isn't it the best one yet? i bought it in '49 i've got a mine thats fine heard about your bad fall i guess its just the rock's fault i bet you need some old south i'll sell it for your gold teeth i've got a mind thats fine i swear its the best one yet i bought it in '49 i've got a mind thats fine she was just a moaner she was never saved bruises in my stomach fight i fed it to my engine i've got a mind thats fine i swear it's the best one yet i bought it in '49 i've got a mine thats fine i've got a mine thats fine i've got a mine thats fine i've got a mine thats fine i've got a mine thats fine. |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
My radio
It doesn't work It's been shot up The wires are burned Someone yanked it just a little too hard My radio It doesn't work It's been shot up And I can't work ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
Slow-Mo
Got his hand stuck in the kitchen sink It was his birthday tomorrow And he couldn't resist But he never found a sign on his second skin At least he knows how the other half lives Inside a little room about four inches wide With windows glued shut, And air that stinks But he only saw the kitchen And the bath He should be thankful So thankful That all's ok with her And I wasted No one's precious time Like I wasted, I wasted all Your precious time, precious time Was a sorry thing to do Was a sorry thing for you Cuz I wasted, I wasted it all on you! |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
just cause i'm fakin
doesn't mean i'm wrong cause i bought my price yeah, no i got it at cost and there's the things i know wrote them down on your nib just remember turning it's a rapid affair you can't say it, you can't say i'm wrong. you can't say it, you can't say it, you can? say i'm wrong. won't have teeth to say i'm wrong no they won't have teeth to say i'm wrong no they won't have teeth to say i'm wrong (incoherence)i wanna better bong? oh..oh..oh..aw..aw..aw |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
My space is...
ready to be taken by the sweat up high with the fucked up eyes with the ugly face the ugly face, the ugly face, the ugly face the ugly THIGHS! we all thought you'd lose to the recorder grot and kick it! behind my back before you cross behind my back before you crash behind my back before you crack behind my back before you crack behind my back before you cross behind my back recorder grot behind my back recorder grot recorder grot, recorder grot grot! |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
My space is...
ready to be taken by the sweat up high with the fucked up eyes with the ugly face the ugly face, the ugly face, the ugly face the ugly THIGHS! we all thought you'd lose to the recorder grot and kick it! behind my back before you cross behind my back before you crash behind my back before you crack behind my back before you crack behind my back before you cross behind my back recorder grot behind my back recorder grot recorder grot, recorder grot grot! |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
i told her lies deceitfully
and she believed, she believed in me i told her o lip suction fragment and she believed, she believed in me i told her i was free of disease and she believed, she believed in me i told her i loved her and she believed, yeah she believed in me! |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
I sneezed corn flakes down to my nose
hes got a chrome-plated baby so it knows where it goes i spent a long week waiting for my laundry with steve i spent a long while waiting for my hair to recede You shouldn't hate your body cuz its part of you shouldn't hate your neighbour if he's family of man no you shouldnt hate your family cuz there part of you shouldn't hate your friends your friends your friends Everybody's got one that they can't recieve when the cat's in the kitchen there's nothing but fleas i spent a long time waiting for my hair to recede i spent a long time waiting for my hair to recede |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
Ice baby,
I saw your girlfriend and she was eating her fingers like they're just another meal but she waits there in the levee wash she's mixin' cocktails with a plastic-tipped cigar My eyes stick to all the shiny robes you wear on the protein delta strip in abandoned house but i will wait there i'll be waiting forever... i'm waiting (waiting 8x)...(oh) Minerals, ice deposit daily, drop off the first shiny robe i've got a lot of things i want to sell, but not here, babe-- you took them all every time i sit around i find i'm shot every time i sit around i find i'm shot every time i turn around i find every time i sit around i find every time (6x)... you're my... summer babe summer babe |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
you're killing me
you're killing me again it's not my fault it's not my fault again a sign, a sign, a sign on the door you're killing me you're killing me again you're killing me you're killing me again it's not my fault it's not my fault again there's a line, a line, a line for the whore you're killing me you're killing me again |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Everybody's goin out tonight
And everybody's hangin out tonight It's alright Listen to them Show when they learn how to lie You can sing along with them if you try Holdin the spoken world up I need it. I need it. I need it. She's got a neck like a Saturday paper You read it fast before the Sunday mass Take it back it's nothing It's nothing like it talks Don't listen to me baby if you wanna survive You did it you did you did it wrong. Collapse It's evident to me Tonight All the friends are strangers. I'd like to take my story To some place the don't know me Creatures come out of the bars Talk is small but you talk to Paul Sold sex on Bird Cage walk Boys are drinking and on the docks Union man. I'm your friend I need you when you listen to me Weigh sand Buy Sand glass track Closing off close off close off OPEC dreams stock market close on the rock And roll scale Stereo No more partridge family dreams to the home land Divorce countries |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Bring on the clouds
Why you why you why you why you why you why you wait? Head for your daughter, head for your daughter See what you bring Head on the cloud Why you why you why you why you wait Head for your daughter head for your daugh- your mum Said one rosey lain on your neck So patiently wait... Yeah! Before you go You gotta hand! OOOOH ?? It takes one child lain hold her time for me Easy-easy-easy-e GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! C'mon! GO! Here it comes There's a mount' And if you look around You better shout You guys are looking down On the ground When I ?? ?? Down Later Later Later Later I got the DC And I love candy pumpkins I know DC And all the black shit buckets And the capital And the capital sucks Like a captial should Everyone and every tan Don't mention brussels Don't mention antwerp Don't mention bruges Don't mention black orange, black orange, etc. Orange black, ornage black Is the man Are the men Orange black ... |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Darlin' don't you go and cut your hair
Do you think it's gonna make him change? I'm just a boy with a new haircut And that's a pretty nice haircut Charge it like a puzzle, hitmen wearing muzzles Hesitate, you die Look around, around, the second drummer drowned His telephone is found Music scene's crazy Bands start up each and every day I saw another one just the other day A special new band I remember lying, I don't remember a line I don't remember a word but I don't care I care, I really don't care Did you see the drummer's hair? Advertising looks and chops a must No big hair! Songs mean a lot when songs are bought And so are you Bitch right down to the practice room Attention and fame, a career Career, career, career |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Well you greet the tokens and stamps
Underneath the fake oil-burning lamps In the city we forgot to name The concourse is a four-wheeled shame And the courthouse's double-breast I'd like to check out your public protests Why you're complaining, ta Those who sleep with electric guitars Range roving with the cinema stars And I wouldn't want to shake their hands 'Cause they're in such a high-protein land Because there's forty different shades of black So many fortresses and ways to attack So why you complaining, ta? |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Hey lady, what do you need?
Do you think you'd like to come and bleed with me? I'd like to invite you to a taste of my chalice It's a special one, it's made of gold Passed out on your couch You left me there, thank you Let me sleep it off I need to sleep it off I need to sleep Why don't you let me? I need to sleep Why don't you? I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep, why won't you let me? I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep, why won't you, why won't you let me sleep? The jam kids on their vespas and the glum looks on their faces The street is full of punks, they got spikes See those rockers with their long, curly locks, goodnight to the rock and roll era 'Cause they don't need you anymore, little girl, boy, girl, boy Their composures are so distracted, Jasper's skinny arms And the dance faction, a little too loose for me Every night it's straight and narrow, laws are broken, amusing era Round and round and round she goes Pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs When they pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs Their throats are filled with |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
child, don't you know
i don't want to let you go child, don't you know that i don't wanna let you (x11) styles come and go but i'm not going to let you go styles, they come and go but i'm not gonna let you (x11) |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Go back to those gold soundz and keep my anthem to yourself
Because it's nothing I don't like, is it a crisis or a boring change? When it's central, so essential, it has a nice ring when you laugh At the lowlife opinions, and they're coming to the chorus now I keep my address to yourself 'Cause we need secrets We need secret cret cret cret crets Back right now Because I never wanna make you feel that you're social Never ignored soul, believe in what you wanna do And do you think that it's a major flaw when they rise up in the falling rain And if you stay around with your knuckles ground down, the trial's over, weapon's found Keep my address to myself Because it's secret 'Cause it's secret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret Back right now So drunk in the August sun and you're the kind of girl I like Because you're empty and I'm empty and you can never quarantine the past Did you remember in December that I won't need you when I'm gone? And if I go there, I won't stay there because I'm sitting here too long I've been sitting here too long And I've been wasted Advocating that word for the last word Last words come up, all you've got to waste |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Doctors leaving for the holiday season
Got crystal ice picks, no gift for the gab And in the parking lot is the sedan he bought He never, he never complains when it's hot He phoned the fallen daughter In the sauna playing contract bridge They're soaking up the fun or doing blotters, I don't know which Which, which boys are dying on these streets I know the medical world could knock you out To sell the coins that you jayed last Thursday Dine by candle light and hold your savings tight You never, you never know when the bridge falls apart We spoke of latent causes, sterile gauzes And the bedside morale We traipse around the table talking sentences so incomplete Please, plea, boys are dying on these streets |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Run, run to the east confession trash
We don?t need your thrills or your call-book cash Let just, nature?s got plans to keep you up there Swamps, fiddles that whine, about the Mayor Our caves are divine, they?ve got conditioned air Fan-tail, backwash factory, rooms will stay up here Hands off of the bayou (Get some bombs) Heels, stay in your state, it's a new south trap What, what is the bait? Ya silly aqua-cat War, college exam, you know I learned a lot About the fiction you tossed and the father's fat and lost Your fail less father lost, your chivalry is lost Your chivalry in shame Hands off of the bayou (Get some bombs) |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
I got a leaf
And a spleef Light that spleef God bless that spleef in my mouth Or should I say ja baby Spin Doctors are crazy Take it Butch I got a life complete with my love I got a wife, she fits in my leather gloves I got a knife and I keep it above my heart for you Rock on It always sets me down The way you tremble when you're down And all the lies you tell Come back to haunt you baby Back to haunt you down Come back to haunt you baby Haunt you down All right Look Out I've been to Christmas in France I don't wanna have no pants I've had Christmas in France Where they don't wear any pants I've had Christmas in Detroit How do you think that feels? I've been married in Cincinnati too Hold Off All you need your fill is waiting for your man to come home All your deets undecided boxes Are coming out I'm coming out I'm hungry for you I can smell you on my hands And it smells really good Oh yeah Hold me down and love me Hold me down and love me Keep that knife above me I'll teach you how to look my age If you wanna look old I'll teach you how to look my age If you wanna look old I'll teach you how to look my age I'll teach you how to act like over age, over age |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
heaven is a truck
it got stuck on the breeze asked the driver nicely, i need a lift? i need release. the sand in the boats, on the rose-covered floats she is the queen of a canceled Pasadena thrill (california) i know arks can't fly i know the sharks, they don't have wings but lady you need some cold advice about a few things loosen my dress tie me up just like all the rest she is the queen of a canceled Pasadena, thrill (california) [repeats] [although they may say 'castle' a time or two] |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
heaven is a truck
it got stuck on the breeze asked the driver nicely, i need a lift? i need release. the sand in the boats, on the rose-covered floats she is the queen of a canceled Pasadena thrill (california) i know arks can't fly i know the sharks, they don't have wings but lady you need some cold advice about a few things loosen my dress tie me up just like all the rest she is the queen of a canceled Pasadena, thrill (california) [repeats] [although they may say 'castle' a time or two] |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
I'm up on a hill top where I
Keep you in sight, my little toys I buried you because the sun Will melt them Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Taking over Taking over your life I'm taking over your scene Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya I would hope see the face I would hope you see her face Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Hit the plane down (taking over) There's no survivors There's no survivors Don't even snow (we're not that disturbed) Don't even snow Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Hit the plane down (taking over) There's no survivors There's no survivors Taking over your life Taking over your life I'm taking over the scene I'm taking everything All I wanted it all My little trick I wouldn't mind just a milligram up my sleeve I've got you up my sleeve I've Got you up my sleeve I've got you up my sleeve Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Hit the plane down There's no survivors Taking over your life Taking over your life I'm taking over the scene I'm taking everything I'm taking everything I've got to melt it X 10 Hit the plane down Hit the plane down there's no survivors There is no survivors |
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hold on tight she wears the seek
it's got more stars than the sky it's still forbidden to excuse that little look in your eye i was busted in my gut that time that time i said "i know it's true" why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i? i can't believe she's married to roe i would have turned down the light but she always marked my fear doesn't make it alright i wanted to stay there but you know i needed more than that why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? |
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Call, response. Syncopate the prose
Fuck the highs because I live for the lows Four by four, with activated riff It's good in my car, so it must be a hit I know where the heart is(x2) Giant drinks and waitress indisposed Ski that jump on the tip of her nose Forget it Songs are written but never with a pen The words will follow but you never know when I know where the start is(x2) BADADA |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Lane driver, the forces against you, the rain
I know everybody wants to put you down But I know everybody's gonna put me down I want you Because I'm rushing to feel you But I won't set you down, I don't need to Because I'm rushing to feel you But I won't set you down, I don't need to Fly fly fly fly fly fly fly Don't try try try try try It's a brand new era, it feels great It's a brand new era but it came too late She won't let you know that I need a right to touch her She won't let you wait for me, for me to touch you Crowds of the people and voices and steeples and wedding rings Wild are the horses and break-up divorces and separate rooms from My my my my my my my I love your tinted eyes So bad, so bad, so so bad so so bad She won't let me break you out When the picture's cut it free Three of us is enough, it's the simple stuff I need Can't you see the stuff I need? Can't you see? Can't you stuff me? Stuff me |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
one trial down in Spanos County
ladies always turn up to watch them fall and the hands they bind you they bind you like you want to be broken but the land is comin', babe it's coming up golden gold and silver streaks when you hit them you can't buy sand in the gross land don't say what to make 'em feel they got take it off my wrists Jacob you move up my wrists Jacob you move..when you move you don't move! you don't moooove!! alright i want a cigarette all those trials and things they try to do while wondering over why we're insane damn land ho(?), won't you? |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Well, you mesmerize me
Stop criticizing me You know, I'm solo that way And I'm heading for the Cape I'm on a raft, can't turn back Stimulate the open chords I'm on a raft, can't turn back (Louder!) You're an ocean of honey Painfully funny, yeah And the tears that you grow Are coming up early I'm on a raft, can't turn back And you stimulate the open chords Rats, in the bath, of the shaft... ((indistinct)) You're a Nestea splash Sunkist two-thousand class All the towelers of thongs And a heavy, line, oh... Down the golden groves All around this funky place Damn, damn, damn All the forty-niners... |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
After the glow, the scene, the stage
The sad talk becomes slow but there's one thing I'll never forget Hey, you gotta pay your dues Before you pay the rent Over the turnstiles and out in the traffic There's ways of living, it's the way I'm living, right or wrong It's all that I can do And I wouldn't want to let you be I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down Run from the pigs, the fuzz, the cops, the heat Pass me your gloves, this crime it is never complete Until you snort it up or shoot it down You're never going to feel free Out on my skateboard the night is just humming And the gum smacks are the pulse I'll follow if my walkman fades Well, I got absolutely no one No one but myself to blame Don't worry, we're in no hurry School's out, what did you expect? I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down Out on tour with the Smashing Pumpkins Nature kids, I- they don't have no function I don't understand what they mean And I could really give a fuck Stone Temple Pilots, they're elegant bachelors They're foxy to me, are they foxy to you? I will agree they deserve absolutely nothing Nothing more than me Dreaming, dream, dream, dream, dream |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
After the glow, the scene, the stage
The sad talk becomes slow but there's one thing I'll never forget Hey, you gotta pay your dues Before you pay the rent Over the turnstiles and out in the traffic There's ways of living, it's the way I'm living, right or wrong It's all that I can do And I wouldn't want to let you be I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down Run from the pigs, the fuzz, the cops, the heat Pass me your gloves, this crime it is never complete Until you snort it up or shoot it down You're never going to feel free Out on my skateboard the night is just humming And the gum smacks are the pulse I'll follow if my walkman fades Well, I got absolutely no one No one but myself to blame Don't worry, we're in no hurry School's out, what did you expect? I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down Out on tour with the Smashing Pumpkins Nature kids, I- they don't have no function I don't understand what they mean And I could really give a fuck Stone Temple Pilots, they're elegant bachelors They're foxy to me, are they foxy to you? I will agree they deserve absolutely nothing Nothing more than me Dreaming, dream, dream, dream, dream |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Plugs without a socket
There?s no moon without a rocket Holes if you could lock it I wouldn?t let you if you wanted to Court or you?re bad, bad when you?re good Close ?em off and let him go home I never want to leave ya But I won't want to grieve ya When ya money come around I?ll be home No one gets to laugh at you I know a bike with a plate a special plate forgetting me Your home is not my home and your bone is not mine No more things that I could want and delay [unverified] Let?s smoke some butts, Steve Let?s smoke some butts, come on Let?s smoke some butts, come on I?m hoping for somebody, somebody who will love me And I?m not sure that that?s very hard to find 'Cause I never really looked, I never really took A second glance at something you said I?m leaving on my fly you know You know, no way I do Oh, leaving don?t you know Come on, come on, come on [Unverified] Buy me a postcard, put it in the mail Buy me a boat and we?ll set sail Buy me a ship it?s just the same Same way of saying the same thing Oh, no one gets to lie When it gets down too close to the Never mind, forget what I said It meant nothing to you or me, you or me I met a man, a man who taught me something Something about tying knots on a girl?s forehead I never learned ?cause I never had eight children And I never wanted them But now, now I?m getting older Maybe I?d like to fuck a woman and make one But I don?t know if I should Because I don?t have a real steady job Because I don?t have a real special, ooh |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Silent kid, no one to remind you
You've got no hip, no reels to remind you Silent kid, don't take your pawnshop home on the road, goddamn you Silent kid, don't lose your graceful tone This is the city life This is the city life Oh come on, let's talk about leaving Come on now, talk about your family Your sister's cursed, your father's all but damned you Silent kid, don't listen to your grandmother's advice about Ezra Silent kid, don't listen to them Hand me the drumstick, snare kick, blues call upon I knew myself in Into the spotlight, ecstasy feels so warm inside Until five hours later, I'm chewing Screwing myself with my hand |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
In a bucket top of the hill
Overlooking out of time thrills You think you need some inspiration And I wouldn?t wanna ask because I don?t mind If it don?t rhyme Are a trespasser Kiss me when I cross the tracks, baby And I?ll be watching you babe I?ll be watching you, I?ll be whining too Just a soiled little filly can't raise the roof Keep your heart open under your glass It was given my a maker that dirty, dirty taker And ya don?t mind because he don?t mind saying ?I feel like a lap dog You pet me when I beg Why do beggarsisis They never kneel?? I?ll be watching for you, too I?ll be watching for you, too I?ll be watching for you, too I?ll be watching you Who |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Blind date with a chancer, we had oysters and dry lancers
And the check when it arrived, we went dutch, dutch, dutch Dutch a redder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash And this emory board is giving me a rash I'm flat out You're so beautiful to look at when you cry Freeze, don't move You've been chosen as an extra in the movie adaptation Of the sequel to your life A shady lane Everybody wants one A shady lane Everybody needs one Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God Oh my God, oh his God, oh her God, oh your God It's everybody's God, it's everybody's God It's everybody's God, it's everybody's God The worlds collide And all that I want is a shady lane Glance don't stare Soon you're being told to recognize your heirs No not me I'm an island of such great complexity Distress surrounds The muddy peaceful center of this town Tell me off In the hotel lobby right in front of all the bellboys And the over friendly concierge A shady lane Everybody wants one A shady lane Everybody needs one Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God Oh my God, oh his God, oh her God, oh your God It's everybody's God, it's everybody's God It's everybody's God, it's everybody's God The worlds collide But all that I want is a shady lane |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Got struck by the first volley
Of the war in the corps Never held my service Send em a wire, give em my best This ammunition never rests No one serves coffee, no one wakes up Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard: Dad they broke me. Dad they broke me. [repeat] I can see the lines open shutters And the leaves flocked on a grid That's what they made my hero say But nothing gets me off so completely But when you put it down Ten feet down in the ground Call and response in the negative home Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard: Dad they broke me. Dad they broke me. [repeat] |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Got struck by the first volley
Of the war in the courts Never held my serve Send'em a wire, give'em my best This ammunition never rests No one serves coffee, no one wakes up Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard Dad, they broke me Dad, they broke me Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard Dad, they broke me Dad, they broke me I can see the lines open shutters And the leaves flocked on a grid That's what they made my hero say Nothing gets me off so completely Then when you put it down, ten feet down in the ground Call it response (to a) negative home Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard Dad, they broke me Dad, they broke me Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard Dad, they broke me |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Don't be a toy on the back of a magazine, don't, don't be a toy, on the back of a magazine, theres a caricature no one reads
I know you've got a lot of special things to do with me i'm through, i know, it's alright, sing along. Practice everything you preach you nun, I got none today, expecting none tomorrow, and tomorrow after that release the strings of nashville, and watch the songs expire. And silence is danger, but its not required here, so why you scared? I know, you got alot of special things to do, with me i'm through, i know, its alright. Sing a song, get you through the night. |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Down in Santa Rosa and over the bay
Across the grapevine to LA We've got desert, we've got trees We've got the hills of Beverly Let's burn the hills of Beverly! Walk with your credit card in the air Swing it nine times like you just don't care This is the slow, sick, sucking part of me This is the slow, sick, sucking part of me And when I suck in kisses, it's ours Up to the top of the Shasta Gulch To the bottom of the Tahoe Lake Man-made deltas and concrete rivers The south takes what the north delivers You film hack, I don't use your pay Lost in the foothills of my pride Trocadero, say goodnight To the last psychadelic band From Sacto, Northern Cal From Sacto, Northern Cal Take it neighbor, 'cause you're my neighbor And I need favors, you're my neighbor You've done me favors 'cause I'm your neighbor I'm not your neighbor, you Bakersfield trash |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Some bands i like to name check
And one of them is R.E.M. Classic songs with a long history Southern boys just like you and me R.E.M! Flashback - it's nineteen eighty threee Chronic town was their first EP Later on came Reckoning Finster's art, and titles to match South Central Rain Don't Go Back to Rockville, Harbourcoat Pretty Persuasion, you were born to be a camera Time After Time was my least favorite song Time After Time was my least favorite song The singer, he had long hair And the drummer, he knew restraint And the bassman, he had all the right moves And the guitar player was no saint So lets go way back To the ancient times When there were no fifty states And on a hill, there stands sherman Sherman and his mates They're marchin thru georgia Marchin thru georgia They're marchin thru georgia G g g g georgia They're marchin thru georgia We're marchin thru georgia Marchin thru georgia G g g g georgia And there stands R.E.M. |
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from Pavement - Major Leagues (2000)
Parts in french:
Autre musique, la basse haut. Le passager assise de moi.(??) La nuit est tombee dans l´hyper-espace. Le temps a passe, ... a brise notre existence. Or: a-t-il brise notre existence? Or: ... brille notre existence (??) Mais savait-on encore ce qu´il veut? la seule reponse est la menace de destruction des Etats-unis. |
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from Pavement - Major Leagues (2000)
Lip balm on watery clay
Relationships, hey hey hey You kiss like a rock, but you know I need it anyway Angle for the ringside seats, when they fall don't blame me Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues How you gonna tech him to walk When he can't even finish the, he can't even finish the songs Of the law, are they civilized or Satanist? Cater to my walls and see if they fall, don't leave me Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues They wear you down sometimes, kids like wine Magic Christians chew the rind 'Cause bad girls are always bad girls Let's let 'em in Darling, we're up against it And there is no time for Tie-ins, tie-ins, tie-ins, go Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues They wear you down sometimes, kids like wine Magic Christians chew the rind 'Cause bad girls are always bad girls Let 'em in |
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from Pavement - Major Leagues (2000)
Lip balm on watery clay
Relationships, hey hey hey You kiss like a rock, but you know I need it anyway Angle for the ringside seats, when they fall don't blame me Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues How you gonna tech him to walk When he can't even finish the, he can't even finish the songs Of the law, are they civilized or Satanist? Cater to my walls and see if they fall, don't leave me Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues They wear you down sometimes, kids like wine Magic Christians chew the rind 'Cause bad girls are always bad girls Let's let 'em in Darling, we're up against it And there is no time for Tie-ins, tie-ins, tie-ins, go Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues They wear you down sometimes, kids like wine Magic Christians chew the rind 'Cause bad girls are always bad girls Let 'em in |
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from Pavement - Major Leagues (2000)
Your time to change, your life arranged
She's not sure what to say He's about to lose his mind today And it's all about to change, about to change I find it hard every time you stand She's not sure what to say He's about to lose his mind today And it's all about to change, about to change She's not sure how to play He's about to lose all of that And it's all about to change, about to change She found the tongue, the tongue you won She's not sure what to say He's about to lose his mind today And it's all about to change, about to change About to change About to change About to change About to change About to change About to change |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
Hey, you need an A for ef-fort
But I give you a B for delivery, my friend You are too late and I need to es-cape To my private apartment And my gross, gross television set It's new and it's current It's got blue and it's currant is hot special, special director's cut Just for you my friend of friends Blas-ted con-cept and my cherry area Is just a little scary to be around right now So keep away my friend Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Watch that hand my friend You're in a sac-red environment You're in a sac-red environment, oh whoa I need to go I need to go I need to... |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
donnybrook between two gangsters and a bunch of merry pranksters.
two against a .22, well who d'ya think is gonna win that...fight. fight? ten ta one it's the gangsters, those pranksters they can't even fight! gangsters like their knuckles bloody pranksters spike the drinks of their buddies gangsters treat their ladies right and pranksters curse their chick-less plight (aw man, there's no dames) I'VE GOT ALL THIS HARVARD LSD WHY WON'T ANYONE FUCK ME ?!? |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
increase mather told her dad yeah
"i roundly disagree with you you're vocal style's to preachy all the yokels mock your teaching." but cotton, he was just so oblivious to all their cutting pleas. soon the townfolk took to it, in every pew they looked to him for guidance just like eyeless lambs awaiting that ol' kabob stand the skeptics formed the nation's born they want to have it, cotton's dream but increase had them mounted and they burned on open fires so the word spread just like small pox in the sudan the gentry cried: "give it a day," x6 years and years have passed since the puritans invaded our soul just like those arab terrorists you'll never know. but today the gods can't make us quake, we see our lives as situations eyes are eyes and teeth are teeth, well mine are rotten underneath. i got two ways we can separate from the clan. if i could fly...i...could...fry. i hope you profited from this bulliten and it stabilized your land you're drenched, you're fired, (you gentrified?) your alzheim clan, but your father is another one of them i don't wanna mention him again, cause i talked to him last night, he hates my guts we had a fight. and he called you a slut girl, why's that? what did you do to him to make him think...? |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
everyone is carrying on in this house
afraid to live there? i can't even watch the things you do and the people you know. a groovy scene in australia, i will move; take my surfboard maybe i'll groove noise addicts and other folks, oh yeah! our hearts were blanketed with it all, and then i took off the blanket and saw the petty shawl you bought for me you're gorgeous; i'm pretty handsome too? we make a pair, me and you me and you forever...on and on and on and on me and you forever on and on. |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
greaayayayayt, great seekers of violence go away.
oh greaayayayayat, great seekers of violence go away. are you a cheater in love with you ___ish i know too well the company you keep. 'cause the proof's in the pudding, you never should pray unless you believe. oh greaayayayayat, great seekers of violence go away. 'cause you're the greayayayayt, great seekers of violence go away. well i would like to sag along to saganaw with a canvas duffel bag under my arm. cause the country songs blessed me with influence and power and truth. oh..............ay........... |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
Blind date with the chancer
we had oysters and dry lancers when the check arrived we went dutch, dutch, dutch, dutch a redder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash And this emory board is giving me a rash I'm flat out You're so beautiful to look at when you cry Freeze, don't move You've been chosen as an extra in the movie adaptation of the sequel to your life. A shady lane -- everybody wants one A shady lane -- everybody needs one Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god Oh my god, oh your god, oh his god, over god It's everybody's god, it's everybody's god, it's everybody's god, it's everybody's god The worlds collide, but all that we want is a shady lane Glance, don't stare Soon you're being told to recognize your heirs No, not me -- I'm an island of such great complexity Stress surrounds in the muddy peaceful center of this town Tell me off in the hotel lobby right in front of all the bellboys and the over-friendly concierge A shady lane -- everybody wants one A shady lane -- everybody needs one Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god Oh my god, oh your god, oh his god, oh her god It's everybody's god, it's everybody's god, it's everybody's god, it's everybody's god The worlds collide, but all that I want is a shady lane. |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
Sherri, you smell different
Get up early in the bed -- for you morning comes so easy Spells have been cast and the urge has been lost Snipers posted bills -- as they should -- of our midnight vacation Back on the planet now -- I'm beginning to see just how Echelon your dreams and they'll come true Type slowly One of us is a cigar stand -- and one of us is a lovely blue incandescent guillotine The edge of creation is blurred and blushed Not a lot of room to grow inside this leather terrarium People of the bay -- it is excruciatingly gray Face the front when he comes for you Type slowly Cherish your memorized weakness Fashioned from a manifesto -- lady, I am no futurist I'm my only critic, I Trolls in the glen are consorting again The liberals say they don't exist but I know that they do Reinforce your literal ass -- hit it on the first or second pass Frozen images, respected few Type slowly |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
Pigs, they tend to wiggle when they walk
the infrastructure rots and the owners hate the jocks with their agents and their dates if the signatures are checked you'll just have to wait and we're counting up the instants that we save tired nation so depraved from the cheap seats see us wave to the camera it took a giant ramrod to raze the demon settlement but high-ho silver, ride high-ho silver, ride take another ride to see me home listen to me! i'm on the stereo stereo oh my baby baby baby baby babe gave me malaria hysteria what about the voice of geddy lee how did it get so high? i wonder if he speaks like an ordinary guy? (i know him and he does!) and you're my fact-checkin' cuz (Aww...) well focus on the quasar in the mist the kaiser has a cyst and i'm a blank want list the qualms you have and if they stick they will drown you in a crick in the neck of a woods that was populated by tired nation on the fly everybody knows advice that was give out for free lots of details to discern lots of details but high-ho silver ride high-ho silver ride takes another ride to make me oh, get off the air i'm on the stereo stereo oh my baby baby baby baby baby babe gave me malaria hysteria |
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from Pavement - Terror Twilight (1999)
Billie and my friend the saint
You're perfect in so many ways But you never looked hard at a fetus in a jar You never saw your mama change And this wonderland of spite Does not shine into your night Like widows are seen as stigmatized beings Who ought to have second chance And hurricanes spin like debutantes in a trance Sue the fortune-teller Rue the rising tide General Washington Patented that skull, throw him out Ship that hollandaise Feel the heart fell of touche See the longer you tease, the stronger the needs The highs and the fruit are long Up to the one a kid Call the bluff when the money's in You're a hungry matron and you are just what I need I was tired of the best years of my life Sue the fortune-teller Rue the rising tide General Washington Patented that skull, throw him out |
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from Pavement - Terror Twilight (1999)
So much for destiny, a pinprick on my knee
The frost you paint across our dead affair I sensed the toxic aura from the second we touched You were stitched-up venom and I was the cursed from the Vedic Time is a one-way track and I am not coming back I dream in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? Time tired, you're tainted through, wind songs and substitutes I dream in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? The afterlife is steep, we wander and retreat And everyone is after us Skirt the gaunt street hawkers with the black lemonade Keep an arrow trained on their conflicted minds 'cause they stutter Time is a one-way track and I am not coming back I dream in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? Time tired, you're tainted fruit, wind, songs and substitutes I dream in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? I bleed in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? I bleed in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? I bleed in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? I bleed in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? |
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from Pavement - Terror Twilight (1999)
If you enjoy the company
Of a descending family tree Well, tuck in your thoughts, it's there or it's not The feeling is mutual Well, pardon my birth, I just slipped out Origins I can't brag about A spawn of a bank inquisitor And thieves, I wish Watch out, the snitch also involves himself in blackmail One would think the interests conflict The air is so taut, I feel so thin Hot as the come to closing in Hot as the gun I'm closing in And reap the benefits Beware, the head of state says that she believes in leprechauns Irish folk tales scare the shit out of me Be as it may, I'm happy to say I'm around Miles accrued and passengers add up The message on the mirror says "stick with me" 'Cause no one's there to read your reflection when I'm gone Get it on |
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from Pavement - Terror Twilight (1999)
Lip balm on watery clay
Relationships, hey hey hey You kiss like a rock, but you know I need it anyway Angle for the ringside seats, when they fall don't blame me Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues How you gonna tech him to walk When he can't even finish the, he can't even finish the songs Of the law, are they civilized or Satanist? Cater to my walls and see if they fall, don't leave me Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues They wear you down sometimes, kids like wine Magic Christians chew the rind 'Cause bad girls are always bad girls Let's let 'em in Darling, we're up against it And there is no time for Tie-ins, tie-ins, tie-ins, go Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues They wear you down sometimes, kids like wine Magic Christians chew the rind 'Cause bad girls are always bad girls Let 'em in |
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from Pavement - Terror Twilight (1999)
Cardiac kid, kinda like it
Kinda like it Cardiac kid don't go Chronological on all your friends First you'll cause accidents Raise the roof, make us tense Follow through to the ends And we'll rip the heart out from the defense The lion reaps his own reward Serengeti nightmare for the eco-tour You're a nice guy, and I hate you for that Thanks to people like you I'm no longer half bad Mandrake versus the snake I got it on the camera for posterity But my stolen wild orchids got cut See those sherpas chirping from the autobus It's got the right to sit on that face Well, it was put here for me because I am great I've got the right to sit on that face Everybody look at me and my wonderful place Patty, Patty, Patty, you're so catty And it's not fair because I like to doody doddy do Catty, catty, catty you're so patty And it's unfair 'cause I like to doody doddy do with you And it's unfair 'cause I like to Doody doddy doody da with you Di da di doody da with you |
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from Pavement - Terror Twilight (1999)
Speak, see, remember
The crimes it took to get you through Deadbeat December There's blood in the butter, the kitchens are closed For the holidays You know that I've got to say There's been a lot of talk since you're onto me On, Daddy, on To find in the fishes, the creatures, the air Been hanging around God loves you, but what could he do? Yeah, what could he do? Passion and a loving suggestion Gonna send you into somebody's icy arms and now Graphics will do the deal justice It's a can't lose, only two times or three or four or more To find in the love, in the creatures, the air You're hanging around God loves you, but what could he do? Quit hanging around God loves you, but what could he do? What could he do? Yeah, what could he do? The terror twilight It all to get down for it The terror twilight It all to get down for it The terror twilight It all to get down for it The terror twilight It all to get down To love, in the fine, in the creatures, the air You're hanging around God loves you, but what could he do? My friend, you're hanging around God loves you, but what could he do? What could he do? What could he do? What could he do? Buy now, develop the coast and raise the Sight lines, the oceans are moving out and Someday, develop the coast and sell the air You know if we could, we'd sell the air Stand back, expansion is what we do the best I don't see the grass and the fields I see an epicenter with agendas and you're aware they must be met I hope you're aware they must be met |