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<lyrics>It?s just a bad movie where there's no crying
Handing the keys to me in this Red Lion Where the lock that you locked in the suite Says there's no prying When the breath that you breathed in the street Screams there's no science When you look how you looked then to me Then I cease lying and fall into silence It?s just a life story, so there's no climax No more new territory, so pull away the IMAX In the slot that you sliced through the scene There was no shyness In the plot that you passed through your teeth There was no pity No fade in, film begins on a kid in the big city And no cut to a costly parade, that's for him only No dissolve to a sliver of gray, that's his new lady Where she glows just like grain on the flickering pane Of some great movie Hey, I didn't watch it It's just a house burning, but it?s not haunted It was your heart hurting but not for too long, kid In the socket you spin from with ease There is no sticking From the speakers your fake masterpiece Comes serenely dribbling And when the air ?round your chair fills with heat That's the flames licking Beneath the clock on the clean mantelpiece It?s got a calm clicking Like a pro at his editing suite takes two weeks stitching Up some bad movie |
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| 2. |
| 4:39 |
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<lyrics>What gives this mess some grace
Unless it's kicks, man Unless it's fiction Unless it's sweat or it's songs What hits against this chest Unless it's a sick man's hand From some mid-level band He's been driving too long On a dark windless night With the stereo on With the towns flying by And the ground getting soft And the sound in the sky Coming down from above It surrounds you at times And it's whispering, oh What pulls your body down That is quicksand So we climb out quick, hand over hand For your mouth's all filled up What picks you up from down Unless it's tricks, man When I been fixed, I am convinced That I will not get so broke up again And on a seven day high That heavenly song Punches right through my mind And pumps through my blood And I know it's a lie But I still give my love And my heart's all alive For your hands to pluck off, oh What gives this mess some grace Unless it's fictions Unless it's licks, man Unless it's lies or it's love What breaks this heart the most Is the ghost of some rock 'n' roll fan Exploding up from the stands With her heart opened up And I wanna tell her, your love isn't lost Say, my heart is still crossed Scream, you're so wonderful What a dream in the dark About working so hard About growing so stoned Trying not to turn up Trying not to believe in the light on your own La, la, la, la, oh, oh, oh, oh |
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| 3. |
| 4:00 |
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I'm the band in a show
'Bout a man holding hands with his wife On a therapist couch with his face to the ground After fucking around countless nights And there's this one episode Close-up cameras were showing him crying His red head and his red eyes I'm the band in a show 'Bout a boy being buried alive From his head to his toes by a criminal But with a sensitive soul, with a set of raccoon eyes And there's this scene in the show When a hustler knows he's gonna die The ground opens and he climbs inside And as he speaks his last line A thought falls from his mind And I pick it up and write it through the TV Oh, oh, is there a hand to take hold of the scene? I'm a man in a dream And they're dancing in front of my eyes Is the queen informed of the flaws With the eyes all got odd and rumpled into her spine She rises up like a young group from a heart Like a claw splits apart like a jaw, like an eye And she asks me with a sigh We were so far from right We were using the fight We were letting the light weaken it's beam Oh, oh, is there a hand to take hold of the scene? I wanted to smile like a glistening shot of a kiss That's as sharp as a knife, the day expires In the dry, cracked, trembling lips [Incomprehensible] But this gets inside I lift them up to you, I'd like to bear witness to Our life that is fine And is filling the cryingest eyes Gracing each face that is making the waste That is broken as one's fairly fly Love that is in us Of that ol' cynical covetest, cancerous vibe And a beauty that annihilates all life Like it's lived in these nights, holding your hatred tight Like a sign that should [Incomprehensible] you strong When the doors are shut tight, I will dream you tonight And my dream will just sweep you along When all the fires are fanned We'll shout you our plans We're too weak to stand on our two feet Oh, oh, is there a hand to take hold of the scene? |
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| 3:39 |
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<lyrics>Midnight late last week, my daughter's diary
Didn't know what it might be 'til it was open I only read one page and then put it away Talk about your big mistakes, hey, Shan, nice going Photos show no tears, in her eyes All those pretty years gone by I just cannot believe, could do that to a child A child, a child Shannon just flew down, four days back in town She sleeps and lies around and then she goes up And then one day she's gone, what should I have done? Joe turns the TV on with all the lights out Photos on the wall She's my baby, she's my baby doll Is she someone I don't know at all? Is she someone I betrayed? It's a great day in the fall And the radio's singing down the hall And I rise to turn it off ?cause all I'm seeing is her face Age eight, eight |
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| 5. |
| 3:43 |
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<lyrics>No one wants to hear about your 97th tear
So dry your eyes or let it go uncried, my dear I am all out of love to mouth and to your ear And not above letting a love song disappear Before it's written And no one wants a tune about the 100th luftballoon That was seen shooting from the window of your room To be a spot against the sky's colossal gloom And land deflated in some neighbor's state that's strewn With ninety-nine others Eight Chinese brothers Well, there's a reason why the last is smiling wide And sitting higher than the others Swinging his arms You would probably die before you shot up nine miles high Your eyes dilated as light played upon the sight Of TVC16 as it sings you goodnight Relaxed as hell and locked up in cell forty-five Well, I hope you're feeling better 51st way to leave your lover Admittedly, it doesn't seem to be as gentle Or as clean as all the others Even a scars all in the after hours of some Greenpoint bar I told you, I can't listen, baby, 'bout the 4th time you were a lady And how your forthrightness betrayed a secret shyness Stripped away by days of being hailed as your highness And what's new pussycat as you were once a lioness They cut your claws out Kitten, not everyone's keen on lighting candle 17 The party's done, the cake's all gone, the plates are clean The chauffeur's near and full of cheerless mezzanine And in just one year, this straight world could pay to see What they have been missing You were caught kissing eight Chinese brothers Well, there's a reason why the last is smiling wide And sitting higher than the others Staking with charm And he says, lets get lost, let them send out alarms He says, lets get crossed out and come to harm Lets make the world's stupidest stand and truly mean it Lets hit the limit of loss over lover's arms No, lets exceed it |
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| 6:37 |
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Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt I'm not the lady-killing sort Enough to hurt a girl in port Marie's gone blonde and lost a stone She lay on her lawn, spun and alone And when the morning sun it rose Upon Marie and her lacy clothes Well, it lit her up, and she walked around The winding streets of Camden Town Well, she don't know who she wants to be And if I knew I'd tell Marie Let fall your soft and swaying skirt Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt I'm not the lady-killing sort Enough to hurt a girl in port And Cindy tells me she's had fun Sitting backstage, someone's plus one Up in her room the records spin Needle in the grooves that she's worn thin Well, she lifts her sleeve and she sees a name And she's got a smile on her face And she's got a story you can't see Well, that's just between that name and Cindy And before Holly made her way Over the sea and far away She's telling me inside her car Driving us back from the Crystal Corner bar I lost her there, I fell from hell Cut some fresh pieces from myself And then for a second something in me Said leave today, it's time, Holly, it's time Oh, I'm a weak and lonely sort Though I'm not sailing just for sport I've come to feel out on the sea These urgent lives press against me I'm just aghast, I'm not apart My tender head with my easy heart These several years out on the sea Made me empty, cold and clear Pour yourself into me Let fall your soft and swaying skirt Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt I'm not the lady-killing sort Enough to hurt the girl in port |
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| 4:54 |
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<lyrics>This week's cash for last week's grass your crew collates
While you sit in the van and wait Gassed and trashed and smashed, young cads roasting away On a sunny summer day or, okay, an August night anyway And you're living on air, while on the 25th floor up there They'd fan a million bucks before your face Marie's passed out in a chair with her once fussed-over hair All mussed into an? I've just been fucked shape Just an hour before, she crashed, all cashed She said, I'm done with looking back, and you look your age Which is thirty-seven, by the way, and not twenty-eight And fucking let them stare because at this point I don't care I have been your bride stripped bare since ?98 And our silver-screen affair, it weighs less to me than air It's a gas now, it's a laugh, just how far several mil can take it This week's fast as last week's flash of interstate When you starved and never ate This week's splashed a sick, gold cast across your face As you roam on silk, ripped tippy-toe alone through Silver lake Splayed astride a snow-white mare, on a non-stop all-night tear What a ghastly sight you smear in every face In that fat, fur-trimmed affair that your lawyer lets you wear You'll destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged |
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| 5:22 |
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<lyrics>All of the stage names evaporate
And it's just a blood flushed and heart rushing rates Either to kick off too soon or stick around too late To be far too dear or too cut rate Hold my hand again like at the lake Hold that mirror babe, up to my face Hear the whippoorwill Am I breathing still? A Hollywood Babylon bikeathon for break dancers All broken down in their beds Now intravenously fed From a bag hanging over their heads Can I put you down for some miles? What do you say? ?Cause don't you know it's going to be a long, long way But if you've got the cash, I'm ready to bust my ass So take this thin broken down circus clown Reject and give her the name of a queen Don't I know her from the mezzanine? She didn't look like no princess to me But with the proper words bestowed And with her morning shoot, her evening clothes Don't call her a prostitute, well, she ain't one of those Just call her a proper little statue come unfroze |
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| 4:33 |
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<lyrics>By the second verse, dear friends
My head will burst, my life will end So I'd like to start this one off by saying Live and love I was young and at home in bed And I was hanging on the words some poem said And thirty-one I was impressionable, I was upsettable I tried to make my breathing stop, my heart beat slow So when my mom and John came in I would be cold From a bridge on Washington Avenue The year of 1972 Broke my bones and skull And it was memorable It was half a second and I was halfway down Do you think I wanted to turn back around And teach a class Where you kiss the ass that I've exposed to you And at the funeral the university Cried at three poems they'd present in place of a broken me I was breaking in a case of suds At the brass rail, a fall-down drunk With his tongue torn out And his balls removed And I knew that my last lines were gone While stupidly I lingered on Other wise men know When it's time to go and so I should too And so I fly into the brightest winter sun Of this frozen town I'm stripped down to move on My friends, I'm gone Well, I hear my father fall and I hear my mother call And I hear the others all whispering, come home I'm sorry to go, I loved you all so But this is the worst trip I've ever been on So hoist up the John B. sail (Hoist up the John B. sail) See how the main sail sets (See how the main sail sets) I've folded my heart in my head And I wanna go home With a book in my hand In the way I had planned Well, this is the worst trip I've ever been on Hoist up the John B. sail (Hoist up the John B. sail) See how the main sail sets (See how the main sail sets) I've folded my heart in my head And I wanna go home With a book in each hand (With a book in each hand) In the way I had planned (In the way I had planned) I feel so broke up I wanna go home |
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