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from Queer As Folk Season Vol.3 (퀴어 애즈 포크 시즌 3) [ost] (2005)
Here by my side an angel
Here by my side the devil Never turn your back on me Never turn your back on me again Here by my side it's heaven Here by my side you are destruction Here by my side a new color to paint the world Never turn your back on it Never turn your back on it again Here by my side it's heaven Careful, you be careful This is where the world drops off Careful, you be careful And you breathe in and you breath out for it Ain't it so weird how it makes you a weapon And you give in and you give out for it Ain't it so weird how it makes you a weapon Never turn your back on it Never turn your back on it again Careful, you be careful |
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from Matthew Good - Avalanche / International Version (2006)
This is a commercial for my army and my navy
This is a rehearsal for all the empty promises I will be And I won't let you down I won't let you down And I won't let you down Done letting you down This is a commercial for freedom while freedom is in Hades This is a rehearsal of incoherent double talk and maybes And it won't let you down It won't let you down It won't let you down Done letting you down It's okay to be their disappointment baby It's okay to fly the flag It's okay to be my disappointment baby It's okay to fly the flag This is a commercial for my army and my navy This is a rehearsal for all the empty promises I will be And I won't let you down I won't let you down I won't let you down Done letting you down |
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from Matthew Good - Avalanche / International Version (2006)
I've a favor to ask, maybe this is a bad time
You know whenever you ask there's never a good time How do you take your heart out of it? How can you take your heart out of this? And how do you stop once you've started? Somebody gave you a choice And all you do is abuse it If God He gave you a voice Then use it Here's something to ask if these are the bad times Because whenever you ask why it's never the good times How will we get ourselves out of it? How can you take your heart out of this? And how do you stop once you've started? Somebody gave you a choice And all you do is abuse it If God He gave you a voice Then use it Just a lullaby for the new world order |
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from Matthew Good - Avalanche / International Version (2006)
Here by my side an angel
Here by my side the devil Never turn your back on me Never turn your back on me again Here by my side it's heaven Here by my side you are destruction Here by my side a new color to paint the world Never turn your back on it Never turn your back on it again Here by my side it's heaven Careful, you be careful This is where the world drops off Careful, you be careful And you breathe in and you breath out for it Ain't it so weird how it makes you a weapon And you give in and you give out for it Ain't it so weird how it makes you a weapon Never turn your back on it Never turn your back on it again Careful, you be careful |
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from Matthew Good - Avalanche / International Version (2006)
Here it comes and there it goes
Another day of decomposing light In a world called catastrophe my native tongue is blasphemy So that's the one I'll write And baby can you feel it? And don't it make you want to lay down and close your eyes? Remember how we started because since then I'm a waste Since then I'm a fool Since then I'm a dog In a world called catastrophe Since then I'm a waste Here it comes and there it goes Another day of getting up to fight In a world called catastrophe my native tongue is blasphemy So that's the one I'll write And baby can you hear it? And don't it make you want to wake up and open your eyes? Remember how we started because since then I'm a waste Since then I'm a fool Since then I'm a dog In a world called catastrophe Since then I'm a waste |
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from Matthew Good - Avalanche / International Version (2006)
One foot in front of the other
One foot back to counter it Days like these you've got to find it in some other way It's all or nothing baby Avalanche, start inside of me Avalanche, down through the trees Avalanche, start inside of me Avalanche, hell down through the trees If everyone's a casualty Then take your time there ain't no trouble If the weather's fine and we're feeling crazy There's always drinks and dancing in the rubble I'm spinning and you're spinning The world's spinning and we're laughing And I'm charming, the devil's charming And we're ruined but we're still building And I'm selling and you're counting The world's stopping but we keep going And we're ruthless and we're cunning And I'm heir to it all Days like these you've got to find it in some other way It's all or nothing baby Avalanche, start inside of me Avalanche, down through the trees Avalanche, start inside of me Avalanche, hell down through the trees The key is to your kingdom The key is to your heart Neither one a doorway But both of them a part So one foot in front of the other |
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from Matthew Good - Avalanche / International Version (2006)
Buy in it'll shut you up
Try it, it should shut you up We've brought you someone in to shut you up It's a life's work While we were hunting rabbits I came upon a clear The sky its stars like fortune drilled me Until now I was a soldier Until now I dealt in fear These years of cloak and dagger Have left us disappeared And I dance, and I sing And I'm a monkey in a long line Buy in it should shut you up Try it, it should shut you up They've brought someone in to shut you up And it's getting to be light work While we were hunting rabbits I came upon a clear And the sky the stars like fortune filled me Until now I was a soldier Until now I dealt in fear These years of cloak and dagger Have left us disappeared And I dance and I sing And I'm a monkey in a long line of kings And we dance and we sing And we're all monkeys in a long line I'm just a boat on the ocean And I'm just a ship lost at sea |
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from Matthew Good - Avalanche / International Version (2006)
Here's the bright end of nowhere
Here's the results of all our days Used to lay on the roof and drink beer And try and count up all the ways That you could waste away Looking back it seemed so simple But having done it I couldn't say The lights are out baby And I'm a mouse The lights are out Baby so hear me out The lights are out baby And I'm a mouse So here's the bright end of nowhere Here's the commercial of all our days Go on vacations and drink beer And try and forget all the ways We let ourselves get away Looking back it seemed so simple But having done it It's not the same The lights are out baby And I'm a mouse The lights are out Baby so hear me out The lights are out baby And I'm a mouse |
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from Matthew Good - Avalanche / International Version (2006)
The pink pills are for our sanity
We are buried in the Earth because we can't beat gravity You are still here and so made to figure You are an important part o the computer Born of the sea, blink The sea is dead Falls out of me these sockets in my head Everyone's a captain baby, ship of fools Drowning while they're telling you it's been alright Dream the dream of your attrition The nameless name of your condition It will be needing you a little while longer You are an important part of the computer After this mission it will let you go Help you to forget everything and everyone you know In a world of captains baby, ship of fools Don't you know they're lying when they're telling you it's been all right? |
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from Matthew Good - Avalanche / International Version (2006)
This lightning's fine
She picks up these tired parts of mine Who's carrying you tonight? She carries me all of mine Up again, down again, out of your head When she's beside you you're nearly not so dead Up again, down again, out of your head When she's beside you you're always at your best This lightning's fine She picks up these tired parts of mine Who's carrying you tonight? Every now and then baby Ain't it good to be alive? Up again, down again, out of your head When she's beside you you're nearly not so dead Up again, down again, out of your head When she's beside you you're always at your best So a song for the girl |
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from Matthew Good - Avalanche / International Version (2006)
How now are you gone awry?
How now are we back here tonight? That's all there is Roll the dice This is all there is Roll the dice How now baby is a little bit enough of it When you live a double life? How now are you going to bite both hands? That's all there is Roll the dice This is all there is Roll the dice How now baby is a little bit enough of it When you live a double life? Well I knew but I've forgotten Because everyone keeps asking How come they feel so terrible If terrible is in fashion |
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from Matthew Good - Avalanche / International Version (2006)
Today I'm leaving
This bullshit one horse town Full of cowboys and Indians Who only have balls when there's a camera around Where the girls they move to you When money gets thrown around Even happiness is using you Maybe you'll figure that out It's a long way down You know it's a damn shame the sun don't shine underground Maybe that's where it's been Maybe that's where I've been Maybe that's where it's been A long way down So today I'm leaving This bullshit circus town Do you ever get the feeling There ain't no hole when you're not around? Where the world it moves to you When the money gets spread around Even happiness is using you Maybe you'll figure that out It's a long way down You know it's a damn shame the sun don't shine underground Maybe that's where it's been Maybe that's where I've been Maybe that's where it's been A long way down ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By GOOD, MATTHEW <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Matthew Good - Avalanche / International Version (2006)
There's the house
There's the doorway Been locked out The lights are out anyway And loosely reconditioned To be just so refined A last grasp at the life worth living In these standard shoes and what's left of my lines You can see right through me Hey I've been thinking Why don't we get out of here tonight? Get in the car and just start driving Fuck them if they can't take a joke Right? I've fallen asleep again And when I wake up you won't be here Don't you think I don't know why? I've been asleep for years You can see right through me |
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from Matthew Good - In A Coma - The Best Of Matthew Good 1995 - 2005 / Disc One (2005)
Here I go
Pop my skull ready to lose control Cruising slow Live your life outside the life you know Oh be Joyful! Cause that shit spreads Oh be Joyful! Cause that shit spreads Here we go Pop your skull, off the air, lose control Get up and go Five fingers, one of them lets you know Oh be Joyful! Cause that shit spreads Oh be Joyful! Cause that shit spreads Just like that Oh be Joyful! Cause that shit spreads Oh be Joyful! Cause that shit spreads |
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from Matthew Good - In A Coma - The Best Of Matthew Good 1995 - 2005 / Disc One (2005)
Caught your eye
You are my street light Throw off your blues and use your red and whites And waves to caution your days and nights And wandering And wandering And wandering Carolina was a gambler So she came into the city There she died when she was twenty one Cause big city life is fun Yeah, big city life is fun "Tough it out" Cut your heart out You are my star light Tear down the blues and fly your red and whites I swim with the fishes cause the fish are alright Oh my, my just to get you to bite I swim with the fishes cause the fish are alright Oh my, my just to get you to bite Carolina was a gambler So she came into the city There she died when she was twenty one Cause big city life is fun Yeah, big city life is fun I swim with the fishes cause the fish are alright Oh my, my just to get you to bite I swim with the fishes cause the fish are alright Oh my, my I've been wandering Been wandering Been wandering Carolina was a gambler So she came into the city There she died when she was twenty one Cause big city life is fun Yeah, big city life is fun Yeah, yeah |
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from Matthew Good - In A Coma - The Best Of Matthew Good 1995 - 2005 / Disc One (2005)
In the wilderness uncountable voices
Earplugs for the birds and the animals And blinders for your beast of burden, the will For learning These books were made for burning In the wilderness Beneath the ancient sand lies crushed and tanned Those sapphire girls May we never forget you Alert status red But the sun comes up instead In the wilderness the only place to find freedom is in the dictionary Under "F" Men in holes, men in caves, men in chains I ask But the store clerk needn't check Man I forget which came first The bad idea or me befallen by it? Not giving a shit may we never forget you May we never forget you Alert status red But the sun comes up instead Alert status red But the sun comes up instead In the wilderness Senile live the zealous Lost to the treasures that compel us Muted down like patriots amiss You know I'm jealous of how you can just turn them off Those bad ideas that feel so soft May they never forget you Alert status red But the sun comes up instead Alert status red But the sun comes up instead Alert status red But the sun comes up instead Alert status red But the sun comes up instead |
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from Matthew Good - In A Coma - The Best Of Matthew Good 1995 - 2005 / Disc One (2005)
Here by my side an angel
Here by my side the devil Never turn your back on me Never turn your back on me again Here by my side it's heaven Here by my side you are destruction Here by my side a new color to paint the world Never turn your back on it Never turn your back on it again Here by my side it's heaven Careful, you be careful This is where the world drops off Careful, you be careful And you breathe in and you breath out for it Ain't it so weird how it makes you a weapon And you give in and you give out for it Ain't it so weird how it makes you a weapon Never turn your back on it Never turn your back on it again Careful, you be careful |
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from Matthew Good - In A Coma - The Best Of Matthew Good 1995 - 2005 / Disc One (2005)
Here it comes and there it goes
Another day of decomposing light In a world called catastrophe my native tongue is blasphemy So that's the one I'll write And baby can you feel it? And don't it make you want to lay down and close your eyes? Remember how we started because since then I'm a waste Since then I'm a fool Since then I'm a dog In a world called catastrophe Since then I'm a waste Here it comes and there it goes Another day of getting up to fight In a world called catastrophe my native tongue is blasphemy So that's the one I'll write And baby can you hear it? And don't it make you want to wake up and open your eyes? Remember how we started because since then I'm a waste Since then I'm a fool Since then I'm a dog In a world called catastrophe Since then I'm a waste |
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from Matthew Good - In A Coma - The Best Of Matthew Good 1995 - 2005 / Disc One (2005)
I found me a reason
So check me tomorrow We'll see if I'm leaking Push and push and push till it hurts My devil's on roller skates Down at the roller rink Picking up chicks for me Ones that push and push and push till it hurts Push and push till it hurts Dirty enough I got me a love And it's so bad, it's so bad Dirty enough I got me a love And it's so bad, it's so bad Life's for the living So check me tomorrow We'll see if I'm kidding Push and push and push till it hurts Did it on Ritalin I got me some good grades Now I work me the night shift Where I pull and pull and pull till it hurts Pull and pull till it hurts Dirty enough I got me a love And it's so bad, it's so bad Dirty enough I got me a love And it's so bad, it's so bad Hello time bomb, I'm ready to go off If life's for the livid Check me tomorrow We'll see if I'm emperor My devil's on sugared smacks Down at the radio shack We're turning shit into solid gold, solid gold Dirty enough I got me a love And it's so bad, it's so bad Dirty it enough I got me a love And it's so bad, it's so bad Hello time bomb, I'm ready to go off Hello time bomb, I'm ready to go off. |
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from Matthew Good - In A Coma - The Best Of Matthew Good 1995 - 2005 / Disc One (2005)
Picture yourself
Sleeping on a plane There's something ticking in the overhead And inside your brains There's bodies in the water And bodies in the basement If heaven's for clean people, it's vacant And hey are you know? And hey are you being careful? And hey are you luke-warm? Hey ya you are I'm frantic So load me up Whatever puts me all the way out Picture yourself swimming in an ocean A million miles from nowhere and the nearest phone There's bodies in the water Floating all around you And all of them are talking, and they're comedians And hey are you you know? And hey are you special? And hey are you deformed? Hey ya you are I'm frantic So load me up It seems so practiced Me fucking this up Whatever puts me all the way out Picture yourself at the MGM Grand Murphy's fighting hok'em You're in the stands There's somebody in the water In the middle of the ocean A million miles from nowhere And they're alone I'm there alone So, so deformed I'm frantic So load me up This seems so practiced So take me all the way out Whatever puts me all the way out |
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from Matthew Good - In A Coma - The Best Of Matthew Good 1995 - 2005 / Disc One (2005)
Good morning
Don't cop out You crawled from the cancer to land on your feet Are you crazy to want this Even for a while? We're making this shit up The reasons for being are easy to pay You can't remember the others They just kind of went away So you're driving, it's rush hour The cars on the freeway are moving like slugs When you drift off to wake up Do you always hit the brakes? We're done lying for a living The strange days have come and you're gone Either dead or dying Either dad or trying to go It's evening, you're tired You sleep walk, a robot out on the street Are you crazy to want this, even for a while? you're driving, it's rush hour The cars on the freeway are moving backwards Into a wall of fire We're done lying for a living The strange days have come and you're gone Either dead or dying Either dead or trying to go Good morning Don't cop out |
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from Matthew Good - In A Coma - The Best Of Matthew Good 1995 - 2005 / Disc One (2005)
There's holes up in the sky
the devil punched down to the monkeys and now they've got drive through and a video stor where there used to be real live actors used to ride around here up on my high horse with all the other good little butcher boys a planiairst of course so roll over sweet thing like a nuclear reprisal inbound from outer space there's a comparison here i'm trying to swing god damn it's deafening wish you'd shut up about everything the future is x-rated there's holes up in the sky and no one's seen your son in days and things just keep getting weirder and weirder and now christmas is for shopping and the shopping god is everything so roll over and lose it 'cause power is just another one of those things baby it's pointless if you ain't gonna use it god damn it's deafening wish you'd shut up about everything the future is x-rated used to ride around here on my high-high horse ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By GOOD, MATTHEW/GENN, DAVE <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Matthew Good - In A Coma - The Best Of Matthew Good 1995 - 2005 / Disc One (2005)
It's giving me a headache
I'm rocking like an earthquake And my head's on fire My head's on fire Well this is where the dam breaks And this is where she fakes it Most of the time My head's just fine It's giving me a headache I pray it's just a mistake And my head's on fire My head's on fire And I'm a pony boy It's giving me a bad name Rocking like an earthquake And my head's on fire My head's just fine Well this is where the dam breaks And this is where she fakes it Counting the lines On the ceiling tiles It's giving me a headache I pray it's just a mistake And my head's on fire My head's on fire And I'm a pony boy I'm a pony boy And this is where the dam breaks This is where the dam breaks It's giving me a bad name It's giving me a bad name It's giving me a headache I prayed it's just a mistake And my head's on fire My head's on fire And I'm a pony boy And I'm a pony boy And I'm a pony boy And I'm a pony boy |
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from Matthew Good - White Light Rock & Roll Review (2004)
Put out your lights
You're taken over Sit on your hands For the new national anthem It sounds a lot like shit But it goes on and on Put out your lights The waiting's over Sit on your hands For the new national anthem It sounds a lot like shit But it goes on and on It sounds a lot like shit But it goes on and on On and on, it goes on and on On and on, it goes on and on |
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from Matthew Good - White Light Rock & Roll Review (2004)
From Chicago to Miami
Shout New York, shout L.A. Today we take the White House And paint it poor man's grey From London to Damascus Cry Freetown in Marseilles Today we take the blue sky And paint it poor man's grey My mama she done told me There's heart and then there's hate If one of them's inside of you The other one it ain't From the alleys on the East side Where the train it throws the weight Brother take that cheeky smile And paint it poor man's grey From Berlin to Havana From Beijing to Bombay Today we take the blue sky And paint it poor man's grey |
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from Matthew Good - White Light Rock & Roll Review (2004)
Go shoot down the Sun and Moon
Close your eyes, live at noon We don't know what we are But we're tired of it Go and get your friends We'll take this city While it's sleeping Down and out Without a doubt We're down and out Without a doubt We're down and out We're so heavy We can't get out from under it There's too many of us That don't want to fight it That don't want to fight it Hey I've lost too many years to this I walk behind the crowd And pick up the garbage That was our future without memory That made the children of the system we created And then forgave How can you love Jove, Drusilla, and forsake Rome? |
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from Matthew Good - White Light Rock & Roll Review (2004)
Throw away your anger
Throw away the sheath Charge and spike your heavy guns 'Cause that ain't no kind of belief Dream of where it left you When you were still too young To know the difference between the faith in your heart And the politics of looking dumb Ah yeah It's all I know This empty road It keeps me looking for a place in your heart It's all I know Said brother are you weary? Said sister are you safe? Has this world got you thinking That it ain't nothing but jailer's cage? Well child there ain't no worries And child it ain't no thing Because this world's too old to hate you And too young to give up spring Ah yeah It's all I know This empty road It keeps me looking for a place in your heart It keeps me looking for a place in your heart It keeps me looking for a place in your heart It's all I know It's all I know It's all I know |
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from Matthew Good - White Light Rock & Roll Review (2004)
In the wilderness uncountable voices
Earplugs for the birds and the animals And blinders for your beast of burden, the will For learning These books were made for burning In the wilderness Beneath the ancient sand lies crushed and tanned Those sapphire girls May we never forget you Alert status red But the sun comes up instead In the wilderness the only place to find freedom is in the dictionary Under "F" Men in holes, men in caves, men in chains I ask But the store clerk needn't check Man I forget which came first The bad idea or me befallen by it? Not giving a shit may we never forget you May we never forget you Alert status red But the sun comes up instead Alert status red But the sun comes up instead In the wilderness Senile live the zealous Lost to the treasures that compel us Muted down like patriots amiss You know I'm jealous of how you can just turn them off Those bad ideas that feel so soft May they never forget you Alert status red But the sun comes up instead Alert status red But the sun comes up instead Alert status red But the sun comes up instead Alert status red But the sun comes up instead |
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from Matthew Good - White Light Rock & Roll Review (2004)
Little terror, pack your stars
Here's a big wind for your sails From the motherland Little terror sings the company song Here's a big hand to move you along From the motherland Mother, your son Well he's a bad boy Mostly a bad boy Mother, your son is done Well he's a bad boy Mostly a bad boy But he's the one Mother, your son He's a bad boy Mostly a bad boy Mother, your son is done Well he's a bad boy Mostly a bad boy But he's the one |
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from Matthew Good - White Light Rock & Roll Review (2004)
Line up crooked my eyes straight up at the sun
In and out of consciousness, neither is much fun Show down with that head of yours and the book is 10 to 1 Ghetto rock for Princess Sticky Magazines Five nights on the TV and two nights in between To make out in the basement with the American dream Take your time Take your time Take your time Take your time Baby Ain't it crazy just to want it Arrogant to flaunt it since we Fell in love with a bad idea Shine up crooked your eyes blazing like the sun Make a little paradise for many to be one Name it after liberty and build it running guns Slumming it with Princess Sticky Magazines Five nights on the TV and for ten grand she'll agree To do it all on camera with the American dream Take your time Take your time Take your time Take your time Baby Ain't it crazy just to want it Arrogant to flaunt it since we Fell in love with a bad idea Baby Ain't it crazy just to want it Arrogant to flaunt it since we Fell in love with a bad idea Since we fell in love with a bad idea Take your time Take your time |
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from Matthew Good - White Light Rock & Roll Review (2004)
Ain't got a job but the future's bright
Flipped off the world, well they say it's all right You never get what you wanna You never get what you wanna And modern love you just can't stand That candy coating is just a scam You never get what you wanna You never get what you wanna Oh ya, all right North American for life Oh ya, all right Ya mother fucker we're number one All out of beer so go get your gun And we'll take what we wanna Ya we'll take what we wanna The price of freedom is getting steep For every one, we spend three Just to take what we wanna Just to take what we wanna George is teaching the kids to fight Look at the world and you tell me it's all right My baby's New Amsterdam If she can't do it no one can Now I get what I wanna Ya I get what I wanna Oh ya, all right North American for life Oh ya, all right North American for life Oh ya, all right North American for life Oh ya, all right |
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from Matthew Good - White Light Rock & Roll Review (2004)
What if you woke up in the middle of the night
And in your bare feed you walked outside And realized that you were awake, that you could fly Out over the world Out over the world To places that you've only heard of See faces that you were sold as murderers But just like you they're only lonely boys and girls Like all over the world All over the world What if you could lift them up What if you could make it so that times weren't tough So every morning when the world woke up There'd only be weather on the news Only weather on the news Only weather on the news Only weather on the news And what if you were back in bed With one of them floating over your head What do you say to your enemies When you don't know what it is That could have been between ya That could have been between ya all That could have been between ya that could have been between ya all That could have been between ya There ain't no blue skies over bad lands Even if it ain't raining in the mornings But you don't need to fly to understand it Just understand understanding Just understand understanding |
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from Matthew Good - White Light Rock & Roll Review (2004)
Way up in that sky
I look up and I wonder If that's you passing by Whoa oh It's been a while since I was your man It's been a while since I was your man Used to shout up from outside Wake you when you were sleeping Now I walk the streets, I don't recognize nobody It's been a while since I was your man It's been a while since I was your man As time passed us by We never felt like we should We never did what we oughtta And folks they used to smile And now they just think that they should They just think that they should They think that they should They just think that they should We used to roll around on the floor And get some Chinese delivered Listen to Led Zeppelin IV It's been a while since I was your man It's been a while since I was your man It's been a while since I was your man It's been a while since I was your man Your man Your man It's been a while since I was your man Since I was your man |
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from Matthew Good - White Light Rock & Roll Review (2004)
A hand off the heart
One on the wolf until your lambs itch Life lives in the dark But you joke and you kid about the light switch Lay down, lay down, lay down, no talking Stand up, stand up, stand up, start walking You run and you run and you run And there's no time to think No time to breathe No time at all Just the Buffalo Seven No time to think No time to breathe No time at all Just the Buffalo Seven A hand on the heart One on the wolf until your lambs bleed Life live in the dark But you joke and you kid about the light in me Lay down, lay down, lay down, no talking Stand up, stand up, stand up, start walking You run and you run and you run And there's no time to think No time to breathe No time at all Just the Buffalo Seven No time to think No time to breathe No time at all Just the Buffalo Seven No time to think No time to breathe No time at all Lay down, lay down, lay down, no talking Stand up, stand up, stand up, start walking You run and you run and you run and you run and you run and you run and you run And there's no time to think No time to breathe No time at all Just the Buffalo Seven No time to think No time to breathe No time at all Just the Buffalo Seven No time to think No time to breathe No time at all Just the Buffalo Seven |
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from Matthew Good - White Light Rock & Roll Review (2004)
Saturdays
Saturdays I'm reminded of Bombs away Over our house when it could have been, should have been, doves A mind to waste Out on the street ya they sign you up Get a taste Beat you down when it could have been, should have been, love Ex-pats of the Blue Mountain Symphony Orchestra If heaven's above me Then those starry skies they know me If it can't get the blood off our hands Then you and I, we'll get it off ourselves So another day Pissed away down the bar Ain't it a shame Turned your head off when it could have been, should have been, on Ex-pats of the Blue Mountain Symphony Orchestra Ex-pats of the Blue Mountain Symphony Orchestra |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight (2001)
K-I-C-K-A-S-S
That's the way we spell "success" Shake me, I'm waiting In your new ark they're saying I'm the creature in your sick thing Everybody sees a giant When the bad Moon in your heart sings And your wind-up gears start grinding Your teeth feel you smiling The better, happier you A better, happier you When you blow out like a dead star It reminds me how uniform your beautiful is We carry on like it's easy Like you're all out and I'm your man Baby, I'm your man Hit me, I'm bleeding In your lounger, on your grooming It's the future, it's whoring The better, happier you A better, happier you When you blow out like a dead star It reminds me how uniform your beautiful is We carry on like it's easy Like you're all out, and I'm your man Baby, I'm your man When you blow out like a dead star It reminds me how uniform your beautiful is We carry on like we're easy Like we're all out, and I'm your man Baby, I'm your man When you blow out like a dead star It reminds me how uniform your beautiful is We carry on like it's easy Like you're all out and I'm your man Baby, I'm your man K-I-C-K-A-S-S That's the way we spell "success" |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight (2001)
I found me a reason
So check me tomorrow We'll see if I'm leaking Push and push and push 'till it hurts The Devil's on roller-skates The Devil's on roller-skates Down at the roller rink Picking up chicks for me Ones that push and push and push 'till it hurts Push and push 'till it hurts Dirty enough, I got me a love And it's so bad, it's so bad Dirty enough, I got me a love And it's so bad, it's so bad Life's for the living So check me tomorrow We'll see if I'm kidding Push and push and push 'till it hurts Did it on Ritalin I got me some good grades Now I work me the night shift, where I Pull and pull and pull 'till it hurts Pull and pull 'till it hurts Dirty enough, I got me a love And it's so bad, it's so bad Dirty enough, I got me a love And it's so bad, it's so bad Hello, time bomb, I'm ready to go off Hello, time bomb, I'm ready to go off Hahahaha If life's for the livid Check me tomorrow We'll see if I'm emperor The devil's on sugar smacks Down at the Radio Shack Turning shit into solid gold Solid gold Dirty enough, I got me a love And it's so bad, it's so bad Dirty enough, I got me a love And it's so bad, it's so bad Hello, time bomb, I'm ready to go off Hello, time bomb, I'm ready to go Ready to go off |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight (2001)
Good morning, don't cop out
You crawled from the cancer to land on your feet Are you crazy to want this Even for a while? We're making this shit up The reasons for being are easy to pay You can't remember the others They just kind of went away So you're driving, it's rush hour The cars on the freeway are moving like slugs When you drift off to wake up Do you always hit the brakes? And we're done lying for a living The strange days have come and you're You're gone, you're gone Either dead or dying Dead or trying to go It's evening, you're tired You sleepwalk, a robot, out to the street Are you crazy to want this Even for a while? You're driving, it's rush hour The cars on the freeway are moving Backwards, into a wall of fire Backwards, into a wall of fire Backwards, into a wall of fire Backwards, into a wall of fire And we're done lying for a living The strange days have come and you're You're gone, you're gone And we're done lying for the living The strange days have come and you're You're gone, you're gone Either dead or dying You're dead or trying to go To go Good morning, don't cop out |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight (2001)
Deep Six come to bare
Good night and take care Who knows, maybe our luck will change Polyurethane People live in the rain Who knows, maybe our luck will change And I don't know, I don't know I don't know where you think you are And I don't know, pretend you know I don't know where you think you are And I don't know, and I don't know And I don't know where you think you are Big crash, funny car It's where you've been where you are Think fast and kill what you cannot change Still though this is fun Find a box when I'm done Who knows, maybe my luck will change And I don't know, I don't know I don't know where you think you are And I don't know, pretend you know I don't know where you think you are And I don't know, and I don't know And I don't know where you think you are Deep Six come to bare It's midnight everywhere Who knows, who knows Polyurethane People live in the rain Who knows, maybe our luck will change Maybe our luck could change And I don't know, I don't know I don't know where you think you are And I don't know, pretend you know I don't know where you think you are And I don't know, and I don't know And I don't know where you think you are |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight (2001)
Picture yourself
Sleeping on a plane There's something ticking in the overhead And inside your brains There's bodies in the water And bodies in your basement If Heaven's for clean people It's vacant Hey, are you, are you, are you, are you, you know? Hey, are you, are you being careful Hey, are you, are you, are you lukewarm? Hey, yeah you are I'm frantic So load me up whatever puts me all the way out whatever puts me all the way out Picture yourself Swimming in an ocean A million miles from nowhere And the nearest phone There's bodies in the water Floating all around you And all of them are talking And they're comedians Hey, are you, are you, are you, are you, you know? Hey, are you, are you, are you, are you special? Hey, are you, are you, are you, are you deformed? Hey, yeah you are I'm frantic So load me up It seems so practised Me fucking this up Whatever puts me all the way out Whatever puts me all the way out Picture yourself At the MGM Grand Murphy's fighting Occam You're in the stands, and There's somebody in the water In the middle of the ocean A million miles from nowhere And they're alone I'm there alone So, so deformed So, so deformed So, so deformed I'm frantic So load me up It's seems so practised Just take me and take me and take me All the way out Whatever puts me all the way out Whatever puts me all the way out Whatever puts me all the way out |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight (2001)
Hey Alice, I'm caving in
I'm caving in I know it's not allowed But sometimes I fantasize I'm peeling off my skin Enough to fill it up again Hey rabbit Into the pavement I'm caving in Mother told me be something So I'm afraid Enough to stay wide awake So wide awake, wide awake Hey rabbit, I came to win I came to win I know it's not allowed But sometimes you might find It feels like nothing is And it's everything you've been Hey Alice Into the pavement I'm caving in Mother told me to be something So I'm afraid Enough to stay wide awake So wide awake, wide awake Mother told me to be something So I'm afraid Mother told me to be something Enough to stay wide awake This ain't real, baby Got a better excuse for myself This ain't real, baby Got a better excuse for myself This ain't real, baby Got a better excuse for myself I'm always here I'm always here I'm always here I'm always here |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight (2001)
You will come back within yourself
You can be art when we melt And I will know what you were for I say we're leaving There ain't nothing here at all Another day, a week, the mall And baby if I was in demand You would be mine You would be mine Someday this place is gonna burn Is your whole life in there, waiting? Someday your head is gonna turn And you'll realize I'm missing Do you realize? You will come back, convince yourself You can stay alive and wait for me And I will know what this was for And I'll say we're leaving There ain't nothing here at all Another month, a year, that's all So you can tell them I'm coming, and Hell's coming with me Hell's coming with me Someday this place is gonna burn Is your whole life in there, waiting? Someday their heads are gonna turn And they'll realize They'll realize They'll realize You're missing |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight (2001)
Say hello
Remain Close to me A no good-bye suicide mystery The rat In your brain Turns a wheel Connected to your guts and All your faults are in me And all your faults in me What would you say If we lived on TV Besides all the things they told you to And all the things they told you to And all the things they told you to And all the things they told you to We're stuck Inside our own machine Apparitions Apparitions Apparitions Say hello Well is it strange Where you are Where you used to be kind of free Are they laughing at you Laughing at you The rat In your brain Rules the world From the comfort of your living room Tell me are we leaving soon The comfort of your living room Tell me are we leaving soon We're stuck Inside our own machine Apparitions Apparitions Apparitions We're stuck Inside our own machine Apparitions Apparitions Apparitions Na na na na |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight (2001)
Jenni killed her dad with her car
And now she's a millionaire She got beat up mostly for being at home So mostly she wasn't there Me, I'm waiting to see What goes around when she comes around To kill me Were you dead way before tonight? Throw it back and stay a while I've seen red most of this little life Throw it back, we'll die a while We go out and we pass out In our clothes again Giving it and losing it For the time of our lives I'm giving it and losing it For the time of my life You're giving it and losing it For the time of your life Were you dead way before tonight? Throw it back and stay a while I've seen red most of this little life Throw it back and we'll die a while I know what it means "You got me"; we're not sick We just need it for the weekends On Monday's it's gone I used to think I was invisible Beside you I'd crumble You wait for it and you wait for me You wait for it and it's gone And you wake up and nobody knows that I loved you Buried alive Were you dead way before tonight? Throw it back and stay a while I've seen red most of this little life Throw it back and we'll die a while |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight (2001)
There's holes up in the sky
The Devil punched down to the monkeys And now they've got drive through And a video store where there used to be real live actors Used to ride around here Up on my high horse With all the other good little butcher boys A plagiarist of course So roll over sweet thing Like a nuclear reprisal inbound from outer space There's a comparison here I'm trying to swing God damn it's deafening! Wish you'd shut up about everything The future is X-rated There's holes up in the sky And no one's seen your son in days And things just keep getting weirder and weirder And now Christmas is for shopping And the Shopping God is everything So roll over and lose it 'Cause power's just another one of those things, baby It's pointless if you ain't gonna use it God damn it's deafening! Wish you'd shut up about everything The future is X-rated Okay, I'm taking my clothes off, are you ready? Mmm, oh yeah, oh baby Ooh, you want me to take my pants off? You're a saucy little monkey boy! Used to ride around here on my high, high horse (Moaning) God damn it's deafening! Wish you'd would shut up, you'd shut up, you'd shut up The future is X-rated The future is X-rated The future is X-rated The future is X-rated (Moaning) Okay I don't know what else to say |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight (2001)
I miss my head
I miss my heart I miss my lungs Be what you want to be Watch what you want to see Killed for fun Down a hole, up a rope Down some pills, up some hope This karma machine only takes quarters New age soldier, new age soldier Everybody's all right Everything is automatic And everybody's all right And everything is skin deep And everybody's all right And everything is automatic And everybody's all right And everything is skin deep, me Say, hey, say, hey, say How ya doing Say, hey, say, hey, say How ya doing I miss my La-Z-Boy I miss my TV I miss myself Do you miss your La-Z-Boy? Do you miss your TV? Do you miss yourself? And everybody's all right And everything is automatic And everybody's all right And everything is skin deep And everybody's all right And everything is automatic And everybody's all right And everything is skin deep, me It's always what I wanted It's always what I wanted It's always what I Killed for fun It's fucking funny, don't you think? One day you'll decompose And you'll wake up and those Those birds are singing Those birds are singing Those birds are singing And it's always what I wanted It's always what I wanted It's always what I And it's always what I And everything is skin deep |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight (2001)
They beam things into your head
The ghosts of your pleasure in contempt When we were liars things were seamless When we were wired the world was like a secret I close my eyes now and I scream I turn the light on and there's nothing left redeeming I saw your face before it changed The gun, it makes you look nicer in a bad way So low for how high It's too late tonight And I'm sure you're right So low for how high And after this there's just the circus And every morning your carnie heart stops working It gets tight in there sometimes Looking for those defects Talking like it's a reflex I close my mouth now and I scream I open the door and there's nothing left redeeming I saw your face before in rough You should wait around a while 'cause your body is bound to turn up So low for how high It's too late tonight And I'm sure you're right So low for how high So low for how high |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight [Clean] (2001)
K-I-C-K-A-S-S
That's the way we spell "success" Shake me, I'm waiting In your new ark they're saying I'm the creature in your sick thing Everybody sees a giant When the bad Moon in your heart sings And your wind-up gears start grinding Your teeth feel you smiling The better, happier you A better, happier you When you blow out like a dead star It reminds me how uniform your beautiful is We carry on like it's easy Like you're all out and I'm your man Baby, I'm your man Hit me, I'm bleeding In your lounger, on your grooming It's the future, it's whoring The better, happier you A better, happier you When you blow out like a dead star It reminds me how uniform your beautiful is We carry on like it's easy Like you're all out, and I'm your man Baby, I'm your man When you blow out like a dead star It reminds me how uniform your beautiful is We carry on like we're easy Like we're all out, and I'm your man Baby, I'm your man When you blow out like a dead star It reminds me how uniform your beautiful is We carry on like it's easy Like you're all out and I'm your man Baby, I'm your man K-I-C-K-A-S-S That's the way we spell "success" |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight [Clean] (2001)
I found me a reason
So check me tomorrow We'll see if I'm leaking Push and push and push 'till it hurts The Devil's on roller-skates The Devil's on roller-skates Down at the roller rink Picking up chicks for me Ones that push and push and push 'till it hurts Push and push 'till it hurts Dirty enough, I got me a love And it's so bad, it's so bad Dirty enough, I got me a love And it's so bad, it's so bad Life's for the living So check me tomorrow We'll see if I'm kidding Push and push and push 'till it hurts Did it on Ritalin I got me some good grades Now I work me the night shift, where I Pull and pull and pull 'till it hurts Pull and pull 'till it hurts Dirty enough, I got me a love And it's so bad, it's so bad Dirty enough, I got me a love And it's so bad, it's so bad Hello, time bomb, I'm ready to go off Hello, time bomb, I'm ready to go off Hahahaha If life's for the livid Check me tomorrow We'll see if I'm emperor The devil's on sugar smacks Down at the Radio Shack Turning shit into solid gold Solid gold Dirty enough, I got me a love And it's so bad, it's so bad Dirty enough, I got me a love And it's so bad, it's so bad Hello, time bomb, I'm ready to go off Hello, time bomb, I'm ready to go Ready to go off |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight [Clean] (2001)
Good morning, don't cop out
You crawled from the cancer to land on your feet Are you crazy to want this Even for a while? We're making this shit up The reasons for being are easy to pay You can't remember the others They just kind of went away So you're driving, it's rush hour The cars on the freeway are moving like slugs When you drift off to wake up Do you always hit the brakes? And we're done lying for a living The strange days have come and you're You're gone, you're gone Either dead or dying Dead or trying to go It's evening, you're tired You sleepwalk, a robot, out to the street Are you crazy to want this Even for a while? You're driving, it's rush hour The cars on the freeway are moving Backwards, into a wall of fire Backwards, into a wall of fire Backwards, into a wall of fire Backwards, into a wall of fire And we're done lying for a living The strange days have come and you're You're gone, you're gone And we're done lying for the living The strange days have come and you're You're gone, you're gone Either dead or dying You're dead or trying to go To go Good morning, don't cop out |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight [Clean] (2001)
Deep Six come to bare
Good night and take care Who knows, maybe our luck will change Polyurethane People live in the rain Who knows, maybe our luck will change And I don't know, I don't know I don't know where you think you are And I don't know, pretend you know I don't know where you think you are And I don't know, and I don't know And I don't know where you think you are Big crash, funny car It's where you've been where you are Think fast and kill what you cannot change Still though this is fun Find a box when I'm done Who knows, maybe my luck will change And I don't know, I don't know I don't know where you think you are And I don't know, pretend you know I don't know where you think you are And I don't know, and I don't know And I don't know where you think you are Deep Six come to bare It's midnight everywhere Who knows, who knows Polyurethane People live in the rain Who knows, maybe our luck will change Maybe our luck could change And I don't know, I don't know I don't know where you think you are And I don't know, pretend you know I don't know where you think you are And I don't know, and I don't know And I don't know where you think you are |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight [Clean] (2001)
Picture yourself
Sleeping on a plane There's something ticking in the overhead And inside your brains There's bodies in the water And bodies in your basement If Heaven's for clean people It's vacant Hey, are you, are you, are you, are you, you know? Hey, are you, are you being careful Hey, are you, are you, are you lukewarm? Hey, yeah you are I'm frantic So load me up whatever puts me all the way out whatever puts me all the way out Picture yourself Swimming in an ocean A million miles from nowhere And the nearest phone There's bodies in the water Floating all around you And all of them are talking And they're comedians Hey, are you, are you, are you, are you, you know? Hey, are you, are you, are you, are you special? Hey, are you, are you, are you, are you deformed? Hey, yeah you are I'm frantic So load me up It seems so practised Me fucking this up Whatever puts me all the way out Whatever puts me all the way out Picture yourself At the MGM Grand Murphy's fighting Occam You're in the stands, and There's somebody in the water In the middle of the ocean A million miles from nowhere And they're alone I'm there alone So, so deformed So, so deformed So, so deformed I'm frantic So load me up It's seems so practised Just take me and take me and take me All the way out Whatever puts me all the way out Whatever puts me all the way out Whatever puts me all the way out |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight [Clean] (2001)
Hey Alice, I'm caving in
I'm caving in I know it's not allowed But sometimes I fantasize I'm peeling off my skin Enough to fill it up again Hey rabbit Into the pavement I'm caving in Mother told me be something So I'm afraid Enough to stay wide awake So wide awake, wide awake Hey rabbit, I came to win I came to win I know it's not allowed But sometimes you might find It feels like nothing is And it's everything you've been Hey Alice Into the pavement I'm caving in Mother told me to be something So I'm afraid Enough to stay wide awake So wide awake, wide awake Mother told me to be something So I'm afraid Mother told me to be something Enough to stay wide awake This ain't real, baby Got a better excuse for myself This ain't real, baby Got a better excuse for myself This ain't real, baby Got a better excuse for myself I'm always here I'm always here I'm always here I'm always here |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight [Clean] (2001)
You will come back within yourself
You can be art when we melt And I will know what you were for I say we're leaving There ain't nothing here at all Another day, a week, the mall And baby if I was in demand You would be mine You would be mine Someday this place is gonna burn Is your whole life in there, waiting? Someday your head is gonna turn And you'll realize I'm missing Do you realize? You will come back, convince yourself You can stay alive and wait for me And I will know what this was for And I'll say we're leaving There ain't nothing here at all Another month, a year, that's all So you can tell them I'm coming, and Hell's coming with me Hell's coming with me Someday this place is gonna burn Is your whole life in there, waiting? Someday their heads are gonna turn And they'll realize They'll realize They'll realize You're missing |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight [Clean] (2001)
Say hello
Remain Close to me A no good-bye suicide mystery The rat In your brain Turns a wheel Connected to your guts and All your faults are in me And all your faults in me What would you say If we lived on TV Besides all the things they told you to And all the things they told you to And all the things they told you to And all the things they told you to We're stuck Inside our own machine Apparitions Apparitions Apparitions Say hello Well is it strange Where you are Where you used to be kind of free Are they laughing at you Laughing at you The rat In your brain Rules the world From the comfort of your living room Tell me are we leaving soon The comfort of your living room Tell me are we leaving soon We're stuck Inside our own machine Apparitions Apparitions Apparitions We're stuck Inside our own machine Apparitions Apparitions Apparitions Na na na na |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight [Clean] (2001)
Jenni killed her dad with her car
And now she's a millionaire She got beat up mostly for being at home So mostly she wasn't there Me, I'm waiting to see What goes around when she comes around To kill me Were you dead way before tonight? Throw it back and stay a while I've seen red most of this little life Throw it back, we'll die a while We go out and we pass out In our clothes again Giving it and losing it For the time of our lives I'm giving it and losing it For the time of my life You're giving it and losing it For the time of your life Were you dead way before tonight? Throw it back and stay a while I've seen red most of this little life Throw it back and we'll die a while I know what it means "You got me"; we're not sick We just need it for the weekends On Monday's it's gone I used to think I was invisible Beside you I'd crumble You wait for it and you wait for me You wait for it and it's gone And you wake up and nobody knows that I loved you Buried alive Were you dead way before tonight? Throw it back and stay a while I've seen red most of this little life Throw it back and we'll die a while |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight [Clean] (2001)
There's holes up in the sky
The Devil punched down to the monkeys And now they've got drive through And a video store where there used to be real live actors Used to ride around here Up on my high horse With all the other good little butcher boys A plagiarist of course So roll over sweet thing Like a nuclear reprisal inbound from outer space There's a comparison here I'm trying to swing God damn it's deafening! Wish you'd shut up about everything The future is X-rated There's holes up in the sky And no one's seen your son in days And things just keep getting weirder and weirder And now Christmas is for shopping And the Shopping God is everything So roll over and lose it 'Cause power's just another one of those things, baby It's pointless if you ain't gonna use it God damn it's deafening! Wish you'd shut up about everything The future is X-rated Okay, I'm taking my clothes off, are you ready? Mmm, oh yeah, oh baby Ooh, you want me to take my pants off? You're a saucy little monkey boy! Used to ride around here on my high, high horse (Moaning) God damn it's deafening! Wish you'd would shut up, you'd shut up, you'd shut up The future is X-rated The future is X-rated The future is X-rated The future is X-rated (Moaning) Okay I don't know what else to say |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight [Clean] (2001)
I miss my head
I miss my heart I miss my lungs Be what you want to be Watch what you want to see Killed for fun Down a hole, up a rope Down some pills, up some hope This karma machine only takes quarters New age soldier, new age soldier Everybody's all right Everything is automatic And everybody's all right And everything is skin deep And everybody's all right And everything is automatic And everybody's all right And everything is skin deep, me Say, hey, say, hey, say How ya doing Say, hey, say, hey, say How ya doing I miss my La-Z-Boy I miss my TV I miss myself Do you miss your La-Z-Boy? Do you miss your TV? Do you miss yourself? And everybody's all right And everything is automatic And everybody's all right And everything is skin deep And everybody's all right And everything is automatic And everybody's all right And everything is skin deep, me It's always what I wanted It's always what I wanted It's always what I Killed for fun It's fucking funny, don't you think? One day you'll decompose And you'll wake up and those Those birds are singing Those birds are singing Those birds are singing And it's always what I wanted It's always what I wanted It's always what I And it's always what I And everything is skin deep |
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from Matthew Good Band - Beautiful Midnight [Clean] (2001)
They beam things into your head
The ghosts of your pleasure in contempt When we were liars things were seamless When we were wired the world was like a secret I close my eyes now and I scream I turn the light on and there's nothing left redeeming I saw your face before it changed The gun, it makes you look nicer in a bad way So low for how high It's too late tonight And I'm sure you're right So low for how high And after this there's just the circus And every morning your carnie heart stops working It gets tight in there sometimes Looking for those defects Talking like it's a reflex I close my mouth now and I scream I open the door and there's nothing left redeeming I saw your face before in rough You should wait around a while 'cause your body is bound to turn up So low for how high It's too late tonight And I'm sure you're right So low for how high So low for how high |
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