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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
i can't sing it strong enough
'cause that kind of strength i just don't have if you watch the light change don't hold them hanging you think it's easy, but you're wrong i am not one-half of the problem zurich is stained and it's not my fault just hold me back or let me run what does it mean, a mistake or two? if it's the kind of mistakes no one can trace to the fountain where we sold it and held them hanging you think it's easy, but you're wrong i am not one-half of the problem zurich is stained and it's not my fault just hold me back or let me run you think it's easy, but you're wrong i am not one-half of the problem zurich is stained and it's not my fault just hold me back or let me run |
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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 - 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 - Terror Twilight (1999)
Tangled in the midst of all the trust
The way you pissed inside the brain file Technology drives Show me your dots now Who was it that said the world Was mainly all divorces and spare change? Let's lethalize our slingshots And swallow propane You are a light The calm in the day You are a light The calm in the day Senior year abroad I ripped the pea out of the pod In store for three months of exile in Spain Where was the danger? Watch out for the gypsy children in the electric dresses They're insane I hear they live in crematoriums And smoke your remains You are a light The calm in the day You are a light The calm in the day My drive stick, gotta love it, automatic Oh, everybody's gotta ride in something High life, lived, comatoased him, bring it on in Oh, I hope it arrives by Monday Dry ice, skid, button your slips and porridge and nippers I have to die on Sunday Irate kid, laundromat spinners, and let's act like winners And oh, gotta roam 'cause I am the isolator Gotta roam 'cause I am the isolator |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
your western homes are locked forever
the new frontier is not that near magnetic screens that fold in backward will only bring you years of fear this is what i always wanted, a new home with a place to breathe bring your congregation someday and you will never... never see what i want i can't see what i want can't see what i want i can't see what i want what i want can't see |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
there is no castration feeling
in a chair you will be with me we'll dance [x4] but no one will dance with us in this zany town chim-chim-chim-cheerie sing a song of praise for your elders, they're in the back pick out some brazilian nuts for your engagement check that expiration date, man, it's later than you think you can't enjoy yourself, i can't enjoy myself [x2] move that swing and watch it break, strength like an ox but i won't be there to leave you ah-ah-ah 'cause i don't have a clue anymore maybe we could dance [x3] together together together together first time you'll see and then you'll be five times forever and you'll never get lost |
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from Pavement - Brighten The Corners (1997)
Out beyond the call of duty --
hold your instincts hostage and stick near me Let's drink a toast -- it's the most I can stand to cry about The mental energy you wasted on this wedding invitation Let's thank the host -- you've been such a perfect host The roast was just so perfectly prepared Now I know you care -- now I know you care We are underused We are underused Simply put, I want to grow old -- dying does not meet my expectations Let's drink a toast to all those who arrived alive to tell About their struggles in hushed tones around a fire It's late winter -- let's sink the ship, mix our blood, just the tip A crip is sleeping on the basement stairs Oh, I know he's there -- oh, I know he's there We are underused We are underused, yeah (We are underused.) (We are underused.) (We are underused.) (We are underused.) We are under, under, under, under, underused! (We are underused.) We are under, under, under, under, underused! (We are underused.) |
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from No Alternative (1993)
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 - 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 - 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 - Brighten The Corners (1997)
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 - Brighten The Corners (1997)
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 - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
two states!
we want two states north and south two, two states 40 Million Daggers! [x4] two states! we want two states there's no culture there's no spies 40 million daggers! [x4] |
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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
Lies and betrayals
Fruit-covered nails Electricity and lust won't break the door I've got a heavy coat- it's filled with rocks and sand And if i lose it i'll be comin' back today (i've got a message for you) i'll be comin' back today (i keep it in my hand) you know i'm comin' back one day (i've got a sister or two) and i'll be comin' back today ex-magician, still knows the tricks tricks are everything to me until it's free- i've got a trigger cut and i can't pull it back but if i learn how i'll be coming back today (i've got a message for you) i'll be coming back today (i keep it in my hand) you just look at me and say (i've got a sister or two) you know i wish you went away i learned the truth the truth of the words truth i made for you because it's just as good and if i spit it out before i chew the ring i'll rearrange it 'til it looks just right today (i've got a message for you) and i'll be comin' back back my way (i keep it in my hand) you will look at me and say (i've got a sister or two) you just wish i went away |
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from Pavement - Brighten The Corners (1997)
You better find your way out, you better learn how to run
You better walk away, and leave the angles for the shills Well I've been thinking for days about the means and the ways that I could hate all I touch I know you're my lady but I could trickle, I could flood A voice coach taught me to sing, he couldn't teach me to love All the above Easy talkin' border blockin' transport is arranged Praise the grammar police, set me up with your niece Walk to Baltimore, and keep the language off the street Well I'm of several minds, I am the worst of my kind I wanna cremate the crutch I know you're my lady but phone calls could corrupt the morning I heed the surgeon's warning -- pillars of eights I swung my fiery sword, I vent my spleen at the lord He is abstract and bored -- too much milk and honey Well I'll waltz through the wilderness with nothing but a compass and a canteen Settin' the scenes Easy walkin' border blockin' transport is arranged |
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from Pavement - Terror Twilight (1999)
Capistrano swallow
Answer to your inner voice and please return God installed that radar In your pointy little beak so you'd return Epileptic surgeons with their eyes x'ed out Attend to the torn-up kid Salivate and reckon With all the sick things that you did The secondary stumbles 'Cause the cadence of the count has led them astray Pray their intuition Leads them crashing into bodies in a perfect way But I, I saw you Reeling in a parking lot I, I saw you Rally 'round a parking lot Line up for the comfort and kick it on the bumper No, there is no leeway You're standing on the freeway in love Motion, you were destined for the pauper's grave Architecture students Are like virgins with an itch they cannot scratch Never build a building 'til you're fifty What kind of life is that? Stalled out on an escalator Wishing which way to return, up or down My Palestinian nephew Got his face blown off in a dusty craft |
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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
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 washes mixin' cocktails with a plastic-tipped cigar My eyes stick to all the shiny roses you wear on the protein delta strip in an abandoned house but i will wait there i'll be waiting forever... i'll wait and wait and wait... Minerals, ice deposits daily, dropped off the first shiny robe i've got a lot of things i want to sell, but not here, babe-- tortuuurreeee... 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 i'm shot every time i sit around i find i'm shot every time every time... you're my... summer babe summer babe |
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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 - 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)
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)
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 - Brighten The Corners (1997)
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 - 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 - Brighten The Corners (1997)
I heard what you said -- the leaders are dead
They're robbing the skies -- I can hear their followers cry: Ah -ooh -- starlings in the slipstream Ah -ooh -- starlings in the slipstream Ah -ooh -- starlings in the slipstream Ah -ooh -- starlings in the slipstream The language of influence is cluttered with hard hard C's And I put a spy-cam in a sorority Ah-ooh -- darlings on the split-screen Ah-ooh -- darlings on the split-screen Ah-ooh -- darlings on the split-screen Ah-ooh -- darlings on the split-screen Ah-ooh There's no women in Alaska There's no Creoles in Vermont There's no coast of Nebraska My mother, I forgot Slavic princess with a rose in her teeth Do you suppose she would bite you if she could? Insane cobra split the wood Trader of the lowland breed Call a jittney, drive away In the slipstream we will stay Stay away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away |
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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 - 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 - Terror Twilight (1999)
However you feel, whatever it takes
Whenever it's real, whatever awaits Whatever you need, however so slight Whenever it's real, whenever it's right I've been thinking long and hard about the things you said to me Like a bitter stranger Now I see the long, the short, the middle, and what's in between I could spit on a stranger Pour me out You're a bitter stranger Pour me out Whatever you feel, whatever it takes Whenever it's real, whatever awaits me Whatever you need, however so slight Wherever it leads, whenever it's right Honey, I'm a prize and you're a catch, and we're a perfect match Like two bitter strangers Now I see the long and short of it, and I can make it last I could spit on a stranger Pour me out You're a bitter stranger Pour me out Well, I could spit on a stranger Pour me out You're a bitter stranger Pour me out I see the sunshine in your eyes I'll try the things you'll never try I'll be the one that leaves you high High, high |
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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 |
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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 - Brighten The Corners (1997)
Mary, 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 This is our vacation, and it's my chance to make it up to you Stare at sequin seconds as they stick to the wall People of the bay - it is excruciatingly grey Face the front when it comes for you Type slowly Wish upon my ankles Wish upon my blue incandescent shiny brawling guillotine The edge of creation is blurred and blushed Not a lot of room to grow Inside this leather terrarium Sci-fi darling, sci-fi darling don't go Back on the planet now And I'm beginning to wonder how Echelon your dreams and they'll come true Type slowly Echelon your dreams and they'll come true Type slowly |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Brighten The Corners (1997)
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 - Brighten The Corners (1997)
Blind date with the 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 emery 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, 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 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 Distress 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 - Wowee Zowee (1995)
Frequently called numbers
snorin when you slumber Everyone, knows you do why won't you admit it Screw you! and take it all force fed integration from the corporation I don't need this corporation attitude I believe I will never leave your serpentine pad darling when you wake up better ask the grown ups if they have posed'm twice leave them and lead other lives Think it might be another thing that i would want to know but i don't know if I should, if I could and if I would any way I beleive I will never leave your serpentine pad |
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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 - 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 - Brighten The Corners (1997)
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 - Brighten The Corners (1997)
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 - 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)
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 - Wowee Zowee (1995)
know that i could
bend my tongue outwards leave your lungs hurting tucking my shirt in to pants i wear so well cross your t's -shirt smell worse than you're lying caught my dad crying loose like the wind from the rough we get par sleek city woman and waiting to spar well i'm drowning for your thirst [x4] getting off on the candelabra we call her Barbara breeding like larva she rabblerousin' dental surf combat get out those hard hats and sing me some scat late lovin' god (?) she's a-changing her tune i don't need a minister to call me a groom but i'm rattled by the rush [x4] wOoOoOoOoOo no soap in the john (x4) makes you wanna say your prayers... (rattled by the rush) |
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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)
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 - Wowee Zowee (1995)
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)
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 - 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 - 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 - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
fun for an hour til the hour's gone
can one trick nights feed 40 days? in my bed at the break of dawn she shivered like a vein slashed bright and new she's got the radio active and it makes me feel ok (i don't feel ok) [x2] grip-force the vials and strip the locks smash the set & slash the beds and when it looks life a wife's ex-plot we'll cover all the rugs with cheap perfume she's got the radio active and it makes me feel ok (i don't feel ok) x2 like a docent's lisp, like a damsel's spit, like a dry gin's twist (of lime) like a poor droll sir, like a pike's dull spurs, like a pastor's flock (of sheep) |
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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 - Brighten The Corners (1997)
You know you've got it all wrong -- there's no other way to find it
You know you gotta be strong -- and I really hope you plan to buy it 'Cause that's the way to Passat, babe And that's the car to his soul He will bring you all the millions in gold, child -- if you will only let him have his role Everybody wishes you'd gone -- I've got no time to find it And the dealer with the jingly song will never match my price reduction 'Cause that's the way to Passat, babe And that's the car to his soul He will bring you all the millions in gold if you will only let him have his role Yeah, you gotta be strong -- there's no other way to fund it All the plantings are young and able -- and I hope you find a way to buy it 'Cause that's the way to his heart, babe And that's the way to his soul You got to give him millions in gold, child -- before I go the way of the sold And that's the way to his heart, babe And that's the way to his soul You've got to give him millions in gold, child -- before I go the way of the sold |
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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
i've been waitin'
anticipatin' sun comes up the skies won't sink my soul i've dreamt of this, but it never comes, but it never comes the risin! nature's cry-- fo! i've been dreamin' spaced out but dreamin' sun comes up blisters burn my soul i'm dreamin' of somethin' now of somethin' now the risin'! the nature's cry and all they really want |
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from Pavement - Brighten The Corners (1997)
Embrace the senile genius
Watch him reinvent the wheel I don't need your summary acts, summary acts to give into the narrative age Old to begin -- I will set you back, set you back, set you Old to begin -- I will set you back, set you back, set you We get to feeling like a fixture Set in 1966 -- time came that we drifted apart Drifted apart to find an identical twin Old to begin -- I will set you back, set you back, set you Old to begin -- I will set you back, set you back, fella Searching for latent cause -- blame it on menopause Or perhaps stress and strain -- credit cards, lumbar pain But I've seen your double dares everything extraordinaire I know the things you do are gonna come back |
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from Pavement - Brighten The Corners (1997)
Deviances anticipated
Triple-X or at least R-rated San Tropez, the middle of May There's no tan lines tonight No tan lines tonight, But trench it, rev it It's time to share spit In the sauna, we'll become close With ya, oh yeah! Princess with a cold killer instinct Winked at me from across the ice rink Pleather uppers soft for the spins But she gives it away without a rest Language buried her in the motherland Language barrier in the Pathan grain Yeah, oh yeah! You will be my candy striper Junior Leaguer, bedpan wiper Convalescent enema essence I live to be gray, I live to be gray! |
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from Pavement - Brighten The Corners (1997)
Deviances anticipated
Triple-X or at least R-rated San Tropez, the middle of May There's no tan lines tonight No tan lines tonight, But trench it, rev it It's time to share spit In the sauna, we'll become close With ya, oh yeah! Princess with a cold killer instinct Winked at me from across the ice rink Pleather uppers soft for the spins But she gives it away without a rest Language buried her in the motherland Language barrier in the Pathan grain Yeah, oh yeah! You will be my candy striper Junior Leaguer, bedpan wiper Convalescent enema essence I live to be gray, I live to be gray! |
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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
take me down from the ridge where the summer ends
watch the city spread out just like a jet's flame i've got a secret for you, i cut your angel in two i left her bleeding and soaked it with a dry sponge no life has singed her now [3x] (i can see it fade) we've got a license to live, it's our only one if it expires we float up to the dust haze i've got a picture of you, i cut your angel in two i saw her spinning and dripping on your new dress no life has singed her now [3x] (i can see it fade) |
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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)
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 - 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)
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 - Wowee Zowee (1995)
i traced my family line
it ends up where the window-passing grainy days forgetting she's away here's the straight and narrow: brought my wheelbarrow and it's filled with the lies and the dirt and the hurt but i won't need someone to let me be i won't need someone to let me be up up the counting thrones and the voice could soothe your captivate the senses like a ginger ale rain those who've got the mirror curse the tainted pharaohs take off! respect fun, you might learn how it runs but i won't need someone to let me be no i won't need someone to let me be [x2] no i won't need someone to let me go let me breathe |
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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 - Brighten The Corners (1997)
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)
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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
how can i [3x]
make my body shed for you? how can i [3x] make my body shed around your metal scars loretta's scars [3x] from now on i can see the sun makes me nervous, makes me run from now on i can see the sun makes me nervous, makes me run how can i [3x] make my body shed for you? how can i [3x] make my body shed around your metal scars loretta's scars [3x] from now on i can see the sun makes me nervous, makes me run from now on i can see the sun makes me nervous, makes me run from now on i can see the sun i can see the sun etc. |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
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 ask? 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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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
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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