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from Chris Garneau - Music For Tourists (2007)
The baby’s sleeping in the crib up top
And baby’s sleeping above you You will lift him to the parking lot Your car is waiting there for you Your car is waiting there for you I would like to see a little more propriety, Cooperate with me and answer me Without a plea. I know now, I know now, I know now, I’m never gonna tell on you. I know now, I know now, I know now, I’m never gonna tell on you. The whiskey’s waiting on the firetop, The baby’s going to drink too. The lady’s got no clue she’s at the shop. But if she’d knew then she’d kill you. The bugs are out cause they come out at night, Usually they just bite our hands. Cause normally we have clothes on without a fight, But now fighting’s a part of baby’s romance. But now fighting’s a part of baby’s romance. I would like to see a little more propriety, Cooperate with me and answer me Without a plea. I know now, I know now, I know now, I’m never gonna tell on you. I know now, I know now, I know now, I’m never gonna tell on you. Baby sleeps against graveyard flower pots. the baby’s sleeping up against you. I think he’d prefer an old motel cot. Or any bed made without you. Or any bed made without you. I would like to see a little more propriety, Cooperate with me and answer me Without a plea. I would like to see a little more propriety, Cooperate with me and answer me Without a plea. I know now, I know now, I know now, I’m never gonna tell on you. I know now, I know now, I know now, I’m never gonna tell on you. I know now, I know now, I know now, I’m never gonna tell on you. I know now, I know now, I know now, I’m never gonna tell on you. I’m never gonna tell on you. I’m never gonna tell on you. |
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from Chris Garneau - Music For Tourists (2007)
drink up, baby, stay up all night
the things you could do, you won't but you might the potential you'll be, that you'll never see the promises you'll only make drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days do what I say and I'll make you okay and drive them away the images stuck in your head people you've been before that you don't want around anymore that push and shove and won't bend to your will I'll keep them still drink up, baby, look at the stars I'll kiss you again between the bars where I'm seeing you there with your hands in the air, waiting to finally be caught drink up one more time and I'll make you mine keep you apart deep in my heart separate from the rest where I like you the best and keep the things you forgot the people you've been before that you don't want around anymore that push and shove and won't bend to your will I'll keep them still |
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from Chris Garneau - Music For Tourists (2007)
Air-conditioning is cold.
Summer's hot and love is old. I wish I was smaller, a little creepy crawler. There's lovers' sin in this town. Lovers cannot let down. The summer's hot as hell here, you know. If we think we can drink now, We won't stop cause we don't know how. It's cold, but we love how it feels so right I'll sweat it all out, you sweat a lot too. We hurt the same, the same black and blue. Oh-oh, oh-oh, I wanna catch my death of cold. Oh-oh, oh-oh, 'cause I'm scared of growing old. Oh-oh, oh-oh, Don't return the love I gave. Oh-oh, oh-oh, you're still my favourite. Troubles win in this town. Troubles don't turn upside-down. ohh - they shit on the last bit of fun. There's sin all around. Lovers cannot let down. and the winter wears and tears our bones. There's a man in this town. He's shooting us down. He thinks he's a big man, but he doesnt know anything about us or anything at all. At night, he lies awake, and his heart aches. 'cause its cold - ohh ohh old, He sweats it out all the night through, then he throws up all over me and you. Oh-oh, oh-oh, I wanna catch my death of cold. Oh-oh, oh-oh, 'cause I'm scared of growing old. Oh-oh, oh-oh, Don't return the love I gave you. Oh-oh, oh-oh, you're still my favourite. Oh-oh, oh-oh, I wanna catch my death of cold. Oh-oh, oh-oh, 'cause I'm scared of growing old. Oh-oh, oh-oh, Don't return the love I gave. Oh-oh, oh-oh, you're still my favourite. Air-conditioning is cold. summer's hot and love is old. I wish I was even smaller, a little creepy crawler. |
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from Chris Garneau - Music For Tourists (2007)
I, I was kidding about the mean things While we were sleeping He rushed in, he rushed in The fan stopped, the fan stopped Oh oh oh oh Flashlights and tellies Drinking on the street All the lights are out in New York City And it never ever will be too damn late To run inside the market place I, I'll be quiet, then And you do all of the talking Then we're walking Thoughts rush in, those thoughts rush in The heart stops, the heart stops Oh oh oh oh Flashlights and tellies Drinking on the street All the lights are out in New York City And it never ever will be too damn late To run inside the market place And it never ever will be too damn late To run inside the market place I sit by the window and I watch all of the little Rain drops, rain drops Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
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from Chris Garneau - Music For Tourists (2007)
I hope you don't go away. I still have some nice things to do and say. I don't laugh when I can. I don't feel like a very good man, but you, you know me well, and wouldn't it be swell to find nothing blue about me and you? Your blue suede shoes. You left them on mine last night after the wine and the fight, but we're a dime in a well. They're hard to find. Those, they're mine. Just thinking about me and you. Your blue suede shoes. You left them on mine last night. It's alright. I do, I take care of the love cause red rockets fly if you don't. I'm always gonna worry about this, but you tell me, "it's okay, chris." I can't tell you why babies cry. Our lies they won't keep us alive. Although I hope you don't go away. I still have some nice things to do and say. Like, we're a dime in a well. They're hard to find. They lose their mind. Just thinking about me and you, and your blue suede shoes. You left them on mine last night, but it's alright. I'll try to laugh when I can. I'll try to be a better man.
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from Chris Garneau - Music For Tourists (2007)
Men doing men-thing times
Chewing candy and tobacco lines Drinkin heart puned pints Tossing nikels and dimes They're looking for exit signs They're looking for a lucky nine They're talking in boring ryhmes Damn, their keeping up old times My teacher died Even the frying pan cried Rain fell slow according to caslte-time I was only nine I was looking for exit signs I was looking for lucky nines and my darken and boring ryhmes Well face it, we're living in war times Let's cry about you Let's cry about it and you can't cry about you dont be embaressed I won't laugh at you The river flows north and winds Travelling south you head wind-time The passers-by are not kind but the sky is sublime yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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from Chris Garneau - Music For Tourists (2007)
You have killed them
And you don't know why Your lips, they move And they only lie Your house is white It's got nice things inside. When you are through, You'd better run and hide In awe, in awe, in awe... In awe, in awe, in awe... This bridge came down, girls and boys. We will rid of you and of your dangerous toys. Like father like son and so On and so forth in awe, in awe, in awe, in awe, in awe... in awe, in awe, in awe.... But we will, we will win first place!! And you, we'll never tell you how But you shoulda known by now You have killed them And you don't know You don't know why Keep it down It's no big news, you know? You know, you know. You know, you know. |
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from Chris Garneau - Music For Tourists (2007)
I'm sorry.
He brought us there, me, crying in my underwear on the morning, of halloween like a story out of People Magazine. I drove home, and fell asleep alone. I'm sorry for crying. Dont feel bad. You didnt do that. Black and blues, and yellows too, will fade the same as embers do. Will wake up tommrow, and feel new. The story, that we won't share; We're all gonna hide it well away somewhere. A warning for family, The kind a person gives about an enemy. Now, well known. Let's never sleep alone. I'm sorry for crying. Dont feel bad. You didnt do that. I'm sorry we're crying. Don't feel bad 'cause we didnt do that. Black and blues, and yellows, too, will fade the same as embers do. Wake up tommrow, and feel new. Black and blues, and yellows too, will fade the same as embers do. Let's wake up tommrow, and feel new. Black and blues, and yellows too, will fade the same as embers do. Wake up tommrow, and feel new. |
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from Chris Garneau - Music For Tourists (2007)
Try and think of nice things to say
or I might run away. My ears are bleeding and my heart's worth swallowing. I can run fast, you know I can. I am aghast, your favorite man. I can run fast, you know I can. I am aghast. your favorite man. Your favorite man. |
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from Chris Garneau - Music For Tourists (2007)
And oh, the rage is gone
And oh, the sorries begin And though, the drinking has thinned Oh, still I wrestle I wrestle within And then to you I don't look so good Like I did what I felt like Like I did what I would But I don't have my dog And I don't make a sound I live on an island In the middle of town So if you've got a thing WIth me or my friend Remember what we've been through Remember where we've been We don't have our dogs And we don't make a sound We live on an island In the middle of town And oh, the rage is gone And oh, the sorries begin And though, the drinking has thinned Oh still I wrestle I wrestle within And then to you I don't look so good Like I got what I ask for Like I got what I did But I don't have my dog And I don't make a sound I live on an island In the middle of town Don't have my dog Don't make a sound I live on an island in the middle of town |
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from Chris Garneau - Music For Tourists (2007)
Before cultivation of Christmas trees
They were down on their knees in the wood Inspecting the trunk for good axing potentioal And thats how they knew if they could Thats how they knew if they could It's almost almost Christmas And you might, maybe you could Break a heart or two now And I think you should I think you should Before mass produciton of fire place stockings Families would make them from scratch With patches and old scraps of blankets and clothing It really didn't matter if they matched It really didn't matter if they matched It's almost almost Christmas And you might, maybe you could Break a heart or two now And I think you should I think you should It's almost almost Christmas And you might, maybe you could Break a heart or two now And I think you should I think you should |
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from Chris Garneau - Music For Tourists (2007)
Always so still, I never will, be like you.
and you never will strike, me better ba da... It's always so clear, you never really hear, at all... and I fear, that you won't get better ba da dum..... As when you're not being nice, you're not nice, you're not nice, you're not nice, I'd rather leave you alone, I'm gonna leave you alone. You've been quiet for so long. If something was wrong, you'd never say a word. So i know that you won't get better, ba da dum... That's your fifth drink. Don't you think, that's a lot? Considering we've only been here for a little while now oh ohhh oh When you're not being nice, you're not nice, you're not nice, you're not nice, I'd rather leave you alone, I'm gonna leave you alone. You're always so still, I, never will be like you, hoo, hoo and you never will strike me better. oh, oh oh, oh Sometimes you're nice, but when you're not nice, you're not nice, you're not nice, I'd rather leave you alone, I'm gonna leave you alone. That's all. |
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from Chris Garneau - Music For Tourists (2007)
I saw the sea come in
I saw your good old friend He walked right passed I'll never ask I'll never ask again I saw the sea come in I saw your good old friend He walked right passed I'll never ask I'll never ask again I love the way you dance We can work it all out Don't you miss your chance The pain will all grow out I heard your good old word I heard the things you said They shuffled in asked me to sin asked me to sin in red I heard your good old word and I also heard the things you said They shuffled in I'll be the same I'll be the same good night I love the way you dance We can work it all out Don't you miss your chance The pain will all grow out I didn't go to see the city I went to see it around you We can laugh in hell together The devil will find you to Nose to nose Eyes are closed This is what I said We never ever end Nose to nose Eyes are closed This is what I said We never ever end I saw the sea come in I saw your good old friend He walked right passed I'll never ask I'll never ask again |
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from Chris Garneau - Music For Tourists (2007)
I said I killed you myself
It was always a dream of mine I could have used a little help But red wine's been a good friend of mine I got sad news Take off your shoes Sit down for a while A while, a while Oh I'm wearing me out I'm wearing my old clothes I'm writing all new poems I'm riding in my car Oh, the children, they're just babies Little baby-sized socks and shoes And I think that maybe I should keep them away from you I crawl in and then I creep out outloud I got a job, I'm not proud, I'm not proud, no I'm wearing me out I'm wearing my old clothes I'm writing all new poems I'm riding in my car Sad, sad, I got sad news I got sad news I got sad news But it (sad, sad, sad, sad) it's all over now It (sad, sad, sad, sad) It's all done Red, red rover I can't remember the game I'm wearing me out I'm wearing my old clothes I'm writing all new poems I'm riding in my car |
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from Chris Garneau - Music For Tourists (2007)
All the time in the world,
Is lying right beside me, but time does stop sometimes and back home. It's no use to suprise me. It's up two years ahead of me now. Well, that's a lot of drinking. You say i won't miss you, but i do. It's a lot of never thinking. If i don't black-out, I'll keep you inside me. I can't promise you anything. How long can a Saturday keep me name all the same things? I love all the things I said I love, but I forget why I'm still standing. All the time in the world Is lying right beside me, but time does stop sometimes so let's try let's spend it sleeping. If i dont black out, I'll keep you inside me. I can't promise you anything. I know yeah I'm slow. I sleep the best in cold. Dreams aren't what they used to be. |
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from Chris Garneau - Music For Tourists (2007)
Like the touch of my mother's hand on my head,
I'll miss you, too, when I go to bed. We've ruined all the new pots, and the metal in the egg crate cots, but we haven't missed a good day of television yet so far. No, we haven't missed a good day of television yet so far. The dishwasher's on now. Cleaning, somehow, The baby bits of Hamburger Helper that dried too soon. We leave out the milk and it rots, and the mayonnaise that we got from Tops, but we haven't missed a day of eating good food yet so far, but we haven't missed a day of eating good food yet so far. You love good, but I think you should go home, honey, 'cause we haven't got any money. You love good, but I think you should go home, honey, 'cause we haven't got any money. Like the touch of my mother's hand on my head, I'll miss you, too, when I go to bed. We've ruined all the new pots and the metal in the egg crate cots, but we haven't missed a good day of television yet so far. No, we haven't missed a good day of television yet so far. we haven't missed a good day of television yet so far. |
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from Chris Garneau - Music For Tourists (2007)
You say your on a diet, 'cause the thing that don't work out right, but you don't even try, though neither do I. And neither do my friends, though some of them pretend, and it's easy if you cry, 'cause you feel bad for yourself. I think about my friend who died, and how her kids didn't get to say goodbye, though neither did I. No, neither did I. And neither did my friends, though some of them pretend, and it's easy if you cry, 'cause you feel bad for yourself. If you pretend everythings fine, I won't hurt myself or lie, to you or mom or dad, just pretend that I'm not sad. And we'll work everthing out, even all the stuff we don't talk about. It would be easier if we cried, we'd feel bad for ourselves. It's supposed to snow tonight. I hope the forecast is right 'cause in the morning I sleep in till I like, and if it snowed outiside it would feel so nice in here.
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from Chris Garneau - El Radio (2010)
Pick me up and hose me down
I'm sorry boys about the dirty night clowns The Earth does break the things that we make Like model planes and cuppy cakes I can't clear the leaves from here They're too far under the brush this year I can't clear the leaves from here They're too far under the brush this year Let them be buried, buried alive In their suits, in their ties Trees that shake the moves that they made In their suits, in their ties Let them be buried, buried alive In their suits, in their ties You're safe here, now you're in the clear Now we'll eat soup and apple pies I can't clear the leaves from here They're too far under the brush this year I can't clear the leaves from here They're too far under the brush this year I will never be dirt-free Up the stairs come find me Come sneak up behind me I'll be sleeping soundly Like a baby (La da da da da da da dum Da da da da dum) X2 I can't clear the leaves from here They're too far under the brush this year |
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from Chris Garneau - El Radio (2010)
Hands on the radio. We left too soon. We left you in the afternoon. I hurt somebody. I love you too. I love you underneath the moon. I love you underneath the moon. This town is my favorite and I promise I'll come back. Girls, I promise you. Boys, I promise you too. With hands on the radio, we'll get there soon. We'll get there in the afternoon. Fans in the stadium, they always leave too soon. They always leave in the afternoon. They always leave in the afternoon. This town is my favorite and I promise I'll come back. Come back. Girls, I promise you. Boys, I promise you too. This town is my favorite and I promise I'll come back. Girls, I promise you and boys, I promise you too.
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from Chris Garneau - El Radio (2010)
I’m all set The dock master wearing plad Dropped his ropes and locks To watch the ticker tape parade And they’re all glad Can you believe that The things they think they love Are all the things I know I hate I don’t want you pirates anymore I don’t want these to dos what are they for I don’t want you pirates anymore I don’t want the lord to come again I don’t think the lord will come again Will come again To believe in a religion You gotta pray for the ones you love And pray for all the ones you hate Like Your old boyfriends Your old girlfriends Your old husbands And your wives' friends And your family And countries And countries And enemies I don’t want you pirates anymore I don’t want these to dos what are they for I don’t want you pirates anymore I don’t want the lord to come again I don’t think the lord will come again I don’t think the lord will come again Will come again
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from Chris Garneau - El Radio (2010)
I shutter and shake. The memory is raw, it's awake. And even though I go around, in circles all over town. It drags me down. You're right. You're so right. I torture myself in the night. I know you love me, but be smart. Offer solutions, instead of your heart. Da la la la I shutter and shake. The memory is raw and it's awake. And even though I go around, in circles all over town. It drags me down.
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from Chris Garneau - El Radio (2010)
I, I know you like it. I, I know you do. I have made a rocket, and I made it, for you. You, you, you, you, you. You, you, you, you, you. You are all I know. You are all I know. Go, go go, go, go just go! Sing, sing, sing a leaping song Like you’re leaving Goodbye! Goodbye!
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from 내가 사는 피부 (The Skin I Live In) by Alberto Iglesias [ost] (2011) |