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I had a dream
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What was yours to give
Was also yours to sell There's the haystack Can you spin it into gold? Halo on your head A tail and cloven hoof You set sail upon a sea of open wallet And when you're played out You'll coast for miles Fueled by smiles You run in circles With industry professionals You climb the ladder That leads you to the temple gates The evil god there will welcome you with open arms What was yours to give Was also yours to sell But where's the haystack now? And where's the pot of gold? |
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from Quasi - Hot Shit (2003)
Wild goose or holy grail?
Red herring or the great white whale? Not many live to tell the tale Little things that just don't matter still could get me as mad as a hatter Hot shit on a silver platter I let go and i float away A million miles in a couple of days I just came back here to say goodbye |
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Seven years gone
Skeleton pilot the ghost ship home He carried on, but now he's all alone Dead on his feet, he hits the streets of old town without a dime Sweet baby's breath could bring him back from death any time Preacher jack, high on crack Quote the bible, pass the hat Dan the pimp, don the gimp, mike the ape, and tom the chimp Newspaper says we support the prez, the "war on terror", bombs away How much is lies and how much just unwise, i can't say Queen of spades Close the window, pull the shades She had it made back in the days of the flat-top fade She stays in her room She owes the moon a fortune she could never pay She hopes and she prays, but the moon won't go away |
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in the vicinity of infinity, on a giant lead balloon
on our way to the silvery moon you got your crocodile boots, i got my john the conqueror roof we got beaver hats, purple spats, and a check out of time of noon good time rock n roll, cranked up high on the stereo and i'm free at last everything is moving pretty fast we got just one more place to go to the gulf of mexico some sunny paradise from a land of ice and snow i'm a long shot, i know it's true, but i just might be the best bet for you so lay your money down and let's go to town you know that talk is cheap and everyone is just talking in their sleep it won't matter none to me when i'm in finity |
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warms you up inside, soothes your wounded pride
but your gold turns to lead as it goes to your head and you cry drunken tears once again, my friend so what if you're not the genius you always thought you were nobody hears the brilliant words between your ears and you cry drunken tears once again, my friend and here's some ancient truth dredged up from your youth a voice from way back when long lost love that might have been and you cry drunken tears once again, my friend go ahead, i don't mind your drunken tears |
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nothing to say today
the bells keep chiming away down on your knees and pray to what - the god of blood & vengeance? sun shines down sunshine sounds ah, but the hatfields and mccoys continue their fighting grandmother hatfield still enjoys her jug of white lightning sun shines down sunshine sounds |
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mama tried, daddy did what he could
mama cried, they just could not see you they called you names, called you "invisible man" they don't know how it feels to be you dr. jekyll lied, or was that mr hyde? took you for a ride you give and you take and i do the same it's no game, it's just the way it is when you're invisible |
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no one will hurt you, no one will hurt you
no one can hurt you, no one can hurt you i won't allow them to hurt you lay here beside me stay here beside me close your eyes, stay here with me because no one will help you, no one will help you no one can help you, no one can help you i won't allow them to help you lay here beside me, stay here beside me close your eyes, stay here with me |
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life without love is all the hell you need
you're in heaven when your soul gets freed but they'll sell you the devil, they'll sell you the lord they'll sell you twice as much as you can afford you reap what you sow, that's about all you need to know you can crack up, or back up, pack up and go silver screams and dream machines they don't mean nothing unless you read between the beams lost in a wilderness of teenage dreams trying to push a bolder up a mountain of beans but then the bean counters cancelled the show you can crack up, or back up, pack up and go the time is now, the place is here not next door, not next year never before has it been this clear good times, happy days, in spite of it all |
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I'm not going to give it up for free anymore
& I don't really care if you label me a whore. Frayed at the edges, busted at the seams, I can walk with a song & sleep with my dreams. You can cover up your chains & call yourself free; It doesn't really matter - it's all the same to me. You're the new newest thing; we've seen it all before. In fact I've seen it many times & I'll see it many more. You know it won't last; you know it never does - But better be a has been than to be a never was. You can get out quick & clean or prolong the agony: Whichever you prefer - it's all the same to me. You worship the future like it's some kind of saint, But it's just like the past with a new coat of paint. You try to save a world that doesn't want to be saved & you scold it like a child when you think it's misbehaved. You can say what you want, or say what you see, Or you could say nothing - it's all the same to me. |
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Shoot yourself in the leg
& the goose lays the golden egg. I had that golden egg before, But it disappeared as I limped out the door. Never reveal what you know That the whole thing is just for show: A cardboard world with painted skies, Because we all must agree to believe in the lies. Bring yourself down to your knees & they'll give you the golden keys. The keys will open any lock To an empty room or a Chinese box. I can forget how I feel & pretend that it's all for real. The pot won't call the kettle black & I don't even feel the knife in my back. & when we go off to our bed, After struggling for our bread, A pleasant dream may stand instead Of the clamor & noise that goes on in your head. So carry on like before & don't listen to me any more. Don't believe a word I sing Because it's only a song & it don't mean a thing. |
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When the dream comes to an end
& I wake up once again, It's no surprise anymore When the knock comes on my door. & I go from place to place & always see your face; But you're not there anymore When the knock comes on my door. So I stayed awake all night, Trying to think things right, & I'm down on the floor When the knock comes on my door. |
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Now you are more free
Than you really want to be. No one holds you in place, & you're drifting off in space. & the stars are all you see- Far away as they can be. & the star you left behind Gets dimmer all the time. & the problems that you made eventually will fade. & the work that you have done Seems better when you're gone. Far away from everything, Far away from everywhere; No one hears you sing, No one knows you care. |
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The sun still rises, the moon still shines;
I've seen it over ten-thousand times. But this may be the year I will disappear. Come through my window, not through my door; Leave me a number I can ignore. Then go tell everyone what we might have done. & don't mind what you've heard - It's just an empty word. |
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Birds fighting in mid-air -
& all the sky is theirs. Theirs: all of the sky - Yet they peck another's eye. Free as a bird... Or is that just a word? Oh, to be free - To free myself from me. |
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I went & sold my soul so I could pay my rent,
I waited by the mail, but the check was never sent. So I called the Devil up, but I just got his machine. I left an angry message, said I gotta have the green! I didn't give up then, but I made another plan: If Satan didn't want my soul I'd sell it to the man. I tried to find the number, but it wasn't in the book. I'd get the money anyhow, no matter what it took - No matter what it took... No paragon of virtue, at least I'm not a thief - It's so easily justified but always leads to grief. So I got a piece of cardboard & made myself a sign. To sell my soul below the market rate was my design. I went down on the street & I tried to make the deal. A Land Rover drove right by with Satan at the wheel. He saw what I was doing & said "That's not yours to sell! You'll get your check tomorrow & I'll see your ass in Hell - So you'd better spend it well..." |
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The summer sun stood up in the sky
& looked back down like it's some kind of eye. "I've got nothing to hide," I said out loud, But I feel much better when I'm under a cloud. So I climbed up the hill of all I've destroyed, & looked out into the gaping void. But all I could do was stand & stare, Though just one more step could have taken me there. Oh, someday we'll meet beyond the moon - Someday soon. |
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You've left at last,
I knew you could, Leaving nothing to remember you by Except how to be happy & how not to care anymore. Two by two - these things weren't meant for you. Your call never came, I wish that it would, So I could have something to remember you by Besides the way we fell to pieces & how not to feel anything. Two by two - these things weren't meant for you. It rains today, or are those tears? Falling from the moon above That bell in my head It'll ring till I'm dead. |
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Same town, same streets: different worlds.
Same bed, same sheets: different worlds. Same cloudy sky over you & I - Same tears; different eyes... Bon voyage to you, bon voyage to me. You go by land; I will go by sea. You can put down roots; I'll drift aimlessly. Bon voyage to you & me. |
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Common as the cold -
Up for sale, never sold. Getting older & it shows; Your disappointment only grows. & no one seems to care that you never got your share - Who said life was fair? So smile - it's not so bad. You lost your health - Never had no wealth; So tighten up your belt As you gather dust upon some shelf. You lost by just a nose But there's no prize for place or show. Now, at least, you know. So smile - it's not so bad. Tired out & broken down, You've played the field & made the rounds. Now you're stuck in this one-horse town - Your only solace is the sound of melody & verse. Though your bag's about to burst; Others have it worse. So smile - it's not so bad. |
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from Quasi - When The Goinh Gets Dark (2006)
Electric eel
Swimming through the seas of the unreal Trying to land a deal for you to reinvent the wheel Electric eel Electric eye Pull the plug, watch him die I did not even cry, I guess you know the reasons why Electric eye Was I supposed to go down with the ship? I was not the captain, it was not my trip Sailing to the moon with Aliice the goon Oh yeah! I'm Popeye the sailor man I live in a garbage can! Oh maybe you got it, take it away |
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My head hits the pillow, starts to snore
I don't wanna talk to you no more I can smell a rat, I don't need to see So don't try to pull the wool down on me They call me the rhino when I get this way You can call me again, maybe some othe day Ohh, OH YEAH! I'm deep in a dream, deep in the trees I'm doing my thing with the chimpanzees There's somebody watching you everywhere Except in your dreams, they can't see you in there At least not yet, though someday they will try And on that day they'll see the rhino can fly |
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When you told me if you can't beat 'em, join 'em
I was thinking death before dishonor As you lord over your front porch Getting drunk with your neighbor Well I might wander all day Across the Milky Way But I'll be Joan of Arc when the going gets dark Why buy a trip across the ocean When you could already be the sea? And they'll tell you sign up with the winning team Or get out of the way, get with the program Welcome to the real world! Is that what is real Or is it just that the standard deal? You can have all of that That ain't where it's at Why buy a trip across the ocean When you could already be the sea? |
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Peace and love, aint no game
Peace and love, aint no shame You never get what you need in a world of fear and greed peace and love, peace and love The monster meets his match tear it down start from scratch Oh peace and love aint no pose she's not just some song we sing at shows Chained to a wheel peace and love cut through steel Peace and love, peace and love |
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There ain't no hand, there ain't no eye
Just sweet nothing beyond the sky Nothing to lose, nothing to fear You climb the mountain; it disappears There ain't no here, there ain't no there Just sweet nowhere everywhere It's like taking off your clothes They fly away like hungry crows |
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from Quasi - When The Goinh Gets Dark (2006)
Drifting down a river of cars
I saw your name written up in the stars I jumped ship and I'm down a hole Deep underground like a lump of coal Then a dream I never knew came true They'll rattle your cage, they'll yank your chain And all your dreams tumble down the drain Never give up, never give in Poverty sucks but it ain't no sin Then a dream you never knew comes true |
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Wizard's kiss, dragon's breath
Pot of gold payable on death You think you're on the winning team But it's no game, though it just might be a dream Highest hill to lowest pit If you ain't got love, you ain't got shit 'cause it's your life to live or to lose I'm tired of singing the death culture blues! Now we're told just to get in line And bowo down the almighty dollar sign Battle turns from left to right But I'm not going down without a fight I've done my time, I took my bath I'm back on track down the shining pathy 'cause it's your life to live or to lose I've tired of singing the death culture blues! |
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from Quasi - When The Goinh Gets Dark (2006)
Leave it behind
Have no fear, no mind Now there you are, an invisible star Feel what you see, am I not your tree? Carried along through a tunnel of green Float through the night on a river of light Feel what you hear, am I not still near? |
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from Quasi - Field Studies (2000)
I'm not going to give it up for free anymore
& I don't really care if you label me a whore. Frayed at the edges, busted at the seams, I can walk with a song & sleep with my dreams. You can cover up your chains & call yourself free; It doesn't really matter - it's all the same to me. You're the new newest thing; we've seen it all before. In fact I've seen it many times & I'll see it many more. You know it won't last; you know it never does - But better be a has been than to be a never was. You can get out quick & clean or prolong the agony: Whichever you prefer - it's all the same to me. You worship the future like it's some kind of saint, But it's just like the past with a new coat of paint. You try to save a world that doesn't want to be saved & you scold it like a child when you think it's misbehaved. You can say what you want, or say what you see, Or you could say nothing - it's all the same to me. |
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Shoot yourself in the leg
& the goose lays the golden egg. I had that golden egg before, But it disappeared as I limped out the door. Never reveal what you know That the whole thing is just for show: A cardboard world with painted skies, Because we all must agree to believe in the lies. Bring yourself down to your knees & they'll give you the golden keys. The keys will open any lock To an empty room or a Chinese box. I can forget how I feel & pretend that it's all for real. The pot won't call the kettle black & I don't even feel the knife in my back. & when we go off to our bed, After struggling for our bread, A pleasant dream may stand instead Of the clamor & noise that goes on in your head. So carry on like before & don't listen to me any more. Don't believe a word I sing Because it's only a song & it don't mean a thing. |
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When the dream comes to an end
& I wake up once again, It's no surprise anymore When the knock comes on my door. & I go from place to place & always see your face; But you're not there anymore When the knock comes on my door. So I stayed awake all night, Trying to think things right, & I'm down on the floor When the knock comes on my door. |
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Now you are more free
Than you really want to be. No one holds you in place, & you're drifting off in space. & the stars are all you see- Far away as they can be. & the star you left behind Gets dimmer all the time. & the problems that you made eventually will fade. & the work that you have done Seems better when you're gone. Far away from everything, Far away from everywhere; No one hears you sing, No one knows you care. |
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The sun still rises, the moon still shines;
I've seen it over ten-thousand times. But this may be the year I will disappear. Come through my window, not through my door; Leave me a number I can ignore. Then go tell everyone what we might have done. & don't mind what you've heard - It's just an empty word. |
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Birds fighting in mid-air -
& all the sky is theirs. Theirs: all of the sky - Yet they peck another's eye. Free as a bird... Or is that just a word? Oh, to be free - To free myself from me. |
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I went & sold my soul so I could pay my rent,
I waited by the mail, but the check was never sent. So I called the Devil up, but I just got his machine. I left an angry message, said I gotta have the green! I didn't give up then, but I made another plan: If Satan didn't want my soul I'd sell it to the man. I tried to find the number, but it wasn't in the book. I'd get the money anyhow, no matter what it took - No matter what it took... No paragon of virtue, at least I'm not a thief - It's so easily justified but always leads to grief. So I got a piece of cardboard & made myself a sign. To sell my soul below the market rate was my design. I went down on the street & I tried to make the deal. A Land Rover drove right by with Satan at the wheel. He saw what I was doing & said "That's not yours to sell! You'll get your check tomorrow & I'll see your ass in Hell - So you'd better spend it well..." |
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The summer sun stood up in the sky
& looked back down like it's some kind of eye. "I've got nothing to hide," I said out loud, But I feel much better when I'm under a cloud. So I climbed up the hill of all I've destroyed, & looked out into the gaping void. But all I could do was stand & stare, Though just one more step could have taken me there. Oh, someday we'll meet beyond the moon - Someday soon. |
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You've left at last,
I knew you could, Leaving nothing to remember you by Except how to be happy & how not to care anymore. Two by two - these things weren't meant for you. Your call never came, I wish that it would, So I could have something to remember you by Besides the way we fell to pieces & how not to feel anything. Two by two - these things weren't meant for you. It rains today, or are those tears? Falling from the moon above That bell in my head It'll ring till I'm dead. |
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Same town, same streets: different worlds.
Same bed, same sheets: different worlds. Same cloudy sky over you & I - Same tears; different eyes... Bon voyage to you, bon voyage to me. You go by land; I will go by sea. You can put down roots; I'll drift aimlessly. Bon voyage to you & me. |
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Common as the cold -
Up for sale, never sold. Getting older & it shows; Your disappointment only grows. & no one seems to care that you never got your share - Who said life was fair? So smile - it's not so bad. You lost your health - Never had no wealth; So tighten up your belt As you gather dust upon some shelf. You lost by just a nose But there's no prize for place or show. Now, at least, you know. So smile - it's not so bad. Tired out & broken down, You've played the field & made the rounds. Now you're stuck in this one-horse town - Your only solace is the sound of melody & verse. Though your bag's about to burst; Others have it worse. So smile - it's not so bad. |
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from Quasi - Featuring "birds" (2000)
Orbiting pods, underwater domes -
We fill our tanks with oxygen to step outside our homes. Once it was hard, now it's just routine And I can't tell the difference between people and machine. Love was a problem for our ancestors; It's not such a problem anymore. Breeding as a science proved it has no use at all And it mostly disappeared when we eliminated war. There's comfort and control, it's safe for you and me. News from the surface shows how hard life there can be. Why live in danger? Why live with pain? People from the surface find it hard to explain. And every little thing is strictly monitored; We're given everything we need. Fed by I.V., we rarely need to sleep - There's no pointless dreaming and our happiness is guaranteed. |
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I know the Ether can never claim the Earth.
Atmospheric gasses cannot remain with dirt. We purchase pleasure, pay for it with hurt And we rarely get our money's worth. See how we grasp at the stars? They're so far away, you can't even see what's right in front of you. Flesh wounds heal; broken bones mend But you're not my friend - I never want to see you again. |
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"You only hurt the one you love."
That may be true, but better said: "You only hurt the one who loves you." We went through hell just to get to hell - Die of thirst or drink up from the poisoned well. If I kept things inside, at least I never lied. I'm not trying to document my suicide. You won't live long, but you may write the perfect song; Please excuse those who choose to not play along. |
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Everday we earn our meager pay
But it takes its toll to play the happy prole. They buy your labor, try to steal your soul - Bite the bullet, hold your tongue and play the happy prole. Paranoid and tired - quit before you're fired. But they've got you in the hole, so you play the happy prole. You need the money so you got to play it dumb, but if you play it long enough it's just what you become. Pay your rent, pay your bills, pay the doctor for your pills So you can work another day, as life slips away. |
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from Quasi - Featuring "birds" (2000)
Repair the hull, replace the sails.
The monkey wrestles with the ghost And a thousand little pleasures form a thin veneer Over lack of hope. The captain was rightly murdered by the crew But now they don't know what to do - Drifting on the murky Sargasso of the everyday. Work and slave and skimp and save And you can buy yourself a bigger cage And a thousand little cruelties we agree to pretend to ignore. The ghost has got the monkey by the tail And all they both can do is wail. And you and I go drifting by the abandoned vessels of the everyday. |
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You can be so heartless; I can be heartless too:
And we can wound each other - isn't that what people do? You can't be betrayed when there's nothing to betray You can't throw it all away when there's nothing there anyway Nothing from nothing leaves nothing. |
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Life is dull life is gray;
At its best it's just OK. But I'm happy to report Life is also short. So I find myself back in California - I'm a coolie for the tourists, those happy Epicureans: Evil spectres from my own suburban upbringing. As I reveal points of interest, I can chat so pleasantly, But it's hard to be cheerful when you feel so hopeless And there's no reason for this dark mood. It will pass; it will return, but will I ever learn? And the children of privilege begging for my spare change. Do they need my assistance to purchase their intoxicants, or would they best be served a swift kick Slowly sinking in the vast ambivalent sea of California. |
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The desire to disappear, yet remain here:
It is clear, dear - ape self prevails in me still. |
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from Quasi - Featuring "birds" (2000)
You never cried, you never froze
And yet how well your garden grows - You reap the fruits another sows; I guess that works out well for you. Suffering has served you well - It's common but it somehow sells So sing your little songs of hell and sell. Hollow hopes and empty dreams And blind pursuit of worthless schemes - That's all there is to life, it seems, unless you prove me wrong - please do! |
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They say "Hold on to your dreams"
That plays good on TV, but never worked for me. So now I need to find a way to occupy my time Until the day I die because I give up. It's gone so wrong so long, it's gone so wrong. So long; I give up. |
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Birds fighting in mid-air -
& all the sky is theirs. Theirs: all of the sky - Yet they peck another's eye. Free as a bird... Or is that just a word? Oh, to be free - To free myself from me. |
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from Quasi - R&B Transmogrification (1997)
It won't stop bleeding
Once you've opened up it's skin. It's not healing - let the games begin. But a ghost can feel no pain & a ghost will have no harm. The blood rolls down the drain; No substance & no form... It kept on dreaming clothed itself in solid form; A human being; arms & legs & everything. Sometimes water turns to steam, Sometimes water turns to ice. It flows back to the stream. The stream runs back through paradise... Is this not flesh & bone? Or am I just that dreaming ghost I always talk about? It isn't anything |
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from Quasi - R&B Transmogrification (1997)
A machine came knocking at my door
Lost & alone; hungry for oil. I could see he wouldn't get too far Shape of a man; soul of a car. Soon we'll all be dead. It makes me feel so comfortable. What I see & what I think I hear Clouds in my eye; rust in my ear. A machine will never have to feel. I know it's fake but pretend that it's real. Soon we'll all be dead. It makes me feel so comfortable |
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from Quasi - R&B Transmogrification (1997)
I used to think love was real,
But it's just the way you feel at the moment When it's gone it's like you never existed In the first place. I used to think you were mine, Mistaken all the time we were together. Now you're gone it's like we never existed In the first place. Too much of this, Not enough of that New gets old fast & you search for Something new again. I used to think I was real, But now it's no big deal, it doesn't matter. When I'm gone it's like I never existed In the first place |
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Two-Faced
One for up front, One for behind the back. I never had a clue. What can a blind man do? I guess I was bound to lose. I don't know myself & I don't know no one else. I don't know false from true. What can a blind man do? |
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from Quasi - R&B Transmogrification (1997)
It would be so nice if I could only see.
I've got eyes, ears & noses, skin & tastebuds But they're all useless to me I can't see nothing. A ghost is no rival to a vampire. It's not mine to choose if I win or I lose But he who laughs last laughs the loudest |
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from Quasi - R&B Transmogrification (1997)
You can't make a giant
Just by stretching out a dwarf. One person's beauty mark is Another person's wart. Just a spoonful of sugar makes the poison go down fine, It makes the poison go down fine. If everything is a movie just projected in your head, You can have a seat & Simply swallow what you're fed. And you can spend a lifetime Painting pictures for the blind Just painting pictures for the blind. A blank piece of paper is better than a book. What you gave is worse than what you took. But a spoonful of sugar makes the poison go down fine It makes the poison go down fine |
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from Quasi - R&B Transmogrification (1997)
I'm fixing up my coffin
Where one day I will lie. I can hardly wait until The day when I should die. I'm beveling the edges to make it nice and strong. One day I shall die & I hope it won't be long. I'm fixing up my coffin I'm building it with care, Because I will spend eternity just lying back in there. If I go to heaven, I'll look down with pride Upon my lovely coffin & The pile of bones inside |
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Who says blood is thicker than water?
Who still believes that three is a magic number? One plus one plus one equals nothing |
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from Quasi - R&B Transmogrification (1997)
Back the fuck away from it,
& leave it where it lies. How many stabbings can it take before it dies? I got the message like a bullet to the head. No wishful thinking now could help bring back the dead. I never noticed as you turned into a ghost. You couldn't help me when I needed you the most. You made your choice & you would not change your course. I got a lesson how to flog a dying horse. On Easter I got a chocolate rabbit The biggest one I ever saw. You never know until you've bitten off their head that they're hollow & the chocolate is bad |
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from Quasi - R&B Transmogrification (1997)
I don't care if it gets too cold.
I don't care if it gets too old. I don't care if I'm all alone. I don't care that you'll never know. I don't care if you don't love me & I don't care if you never loved me. Even when I'm with you I'm not there. I don't know where I am. I don't want to suffer or cause no suffering But then again, I don't care |
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from Quasi - R&B Transmogrification (1997)
Molecules dissipate,
Disperse & recoagulate. Breathing in & out, There is nothing more. I am mist, you are steam We are clouds. We are drifting away. In one of many heavens Blue light prevails We dream perfect music, We hang from our tails. In one of many hells We sharpen up our horns Plotting our revenge while Waiting to be born. Particles of light & particles of matter Come together for an instant, then scatter |
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