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I got a time bomb, in my mind, Mom
I hear it ticking but I don't know why I call the police but they don't like me I hear 'em whispering when I walk by I got a land mine in my bloodline I'm not immune to getting blown apart She's like a claymore, that's what she's there for She's waiting 'round here to get blown apart Having her on my brain's like getting hit by a train She's gonna kill me, oh, Celeste, oh, Celeste Oh, Celeste, oh, Celeste I got a time bomb, in my mind, Mom It's gonna go off but I don't know when I need a doctor to extract her I got a feeling she'd get right back in again I got a time bomb, in my mind, Mom I got it badly for a stick-legged girl She's gonna kill me and I don't mean softly I got it badly for a stick-legged girl Having her on my brain's, getting hit by a train She's gonna kill me, oh, Celeste, oh, Celeste Oh, Celeste, oh, Celeste Oh, Celeste |
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| 2. |
| 3:49 |
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Empty bottle was half empty, tide was low, and I was thirsty
I saw her sitting at the bar, well you know how some girls are Always making eyes, well she wasn't making eyes So I sidled up beside her, settled down and shouted, "Hi there" My name's Stewart Ransom Miller, I'm a serial lady-killer" She said, "I'm already dead," that's exactly what she said So we tripped the lights fantastic, we was both made of elastic Midnight came and midnight went and I though I was the President She said, "Do you have a car?" and I said, "Do I have a car?" What's so great about the Barrier Reef? What's so fine about art? What's so good about a Good Times Van When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man, yeah My heart wasn't in it, not for one single minute Oh then I went through the motions with her Her on top, and me on liquor, didn't do no good, well I didn't think it would What's so great about the Barrier Reef? What's so fine about art? What's so good about a Good Times Van When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man? When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man? When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man? |
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| 3:23 |
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In a hotel room just off Times Square it's like a closet
I can watch the dancing class go round. In a hotel room that costs as much as my apartment I can watch the working class go down. And it's enough to make a crooked man go straight - Broadway, Broadway. In a hotel room just off Times Square they made a monster He was unaware of what went down. Fattening him up just like a calf before a slaughter He'd had his fill of hollow town. And it's enough to make a stupid man think straight Broadway, Broadway And it's enough to make a crooked man go straight Broadway, Broadway, Broadway, Broadway. |
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| 4. |
| 4:08 |
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Salome, uncross your heart
I know what goes on inside, it's over before it starts Stay all night, yeah I'll wait right here The full moon might work magic, girl but I won't disappear And I'm tired of makin' friends and I'm tired of makin' time And I'm sick to death of love and I'm sick to death of tryin' And it's easier for you, oh it's easier for you And it's easier for you, it's easier for you Salome, untie my hands Well I'll find another lady and you'll wreck another man It's over now, yeah and so are we My blood's turned to dirt, girl you broke every part of me And I'm tired of makin' friends and I'm tired of makin' time And I'm sick to death of love and I'm sick to death of tryin' And it's easier for you, oh it's easier for you And it's easier for you, oh it's easier And I'm tired of makin' friends and I'm tired of makin' time And I'm sick to death of love and I'm sick to death of tryin' And it's easier for you, yeah it's easier for you And it's easier for you, oh it's easier for you And it's easier for you, oh it's easier for you, oh |
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| 3:05 |
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Well the road maps of West Texas never gave me good advice
The trains all roll where the roads don't go, now I lay awake at night Just wondering where the rest is so I hit that iron gate And I yelled good-bye to that wife of mine, I may be running late I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home I made my bed, so here I lie I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye Though I felt a lonesome feeling in Dulce, New Mexico I was happier than I'd ever been in my El Paso home But I thought about the woman whom I left to roam the land And I cried so much it dug a rut they call the Rio Grande I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home I made my bed, so here I lie I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye And my destination is written upon my feet And the stars above are about the only company I keep So raise my pass and take my seat I'm rolling fast with a teardrop on my cheek So I guess there'll be no family, so I guess there'll be no wife Gonna roll away on an old steel dray, it's gonna be my life And the road maps I been reading, I never came to figure out All I know is I'd explode by any other route I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home I made my bed, so here I lie I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home I made my bed, so here I lie I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye And I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye And I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye |
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| 3:07 |
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In the front row at the Melt show
I fell in love with you and that was three weeks ago. We fooled around, you let me have it for free. Yeah it worked out real nice I showed you how to and you showed me paradise. Now you're killing time, and it's killing me. Is this more than some old summer fling? And this thing we have, will it mean anything? When October rolls around will you sober up and let me down? Will you sober up and let me? There's a schoolyard out the back door. I used to love it but I don't believe in school no more. You don't learn anything, you're just waitin' around. With your big brains and your know-how, If there's a reason you'd have figured it out by now. A little gettin' some's good, while you're waitin' around. Is this more than some old summer fling? And this thing we have, will it mean anything? When October rolls around will you sober up and let me down? Will you sober up and let me? Now my bad dream is my best friend, You were here last night but now you're gone again. I'm getting tired of you getting tired of me. Is this more than some old summer fling? And this thing we have, will it mean anything? When October rolls around will you sober up and let me down? Will you sober up and let me down? Will you sober up and let me? |
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| 7. |
| 3:15 |
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I've been down, I've been down too far to care -
I keep getting in my car but I'm not going anywhere. And I've been had, well at least that's how it looks - And it's not funny like on TV and it's not smart like ti is in books. And I wonder yeah I wonder how the world keeps spinnin' 'round. Where's a boy with bad intentions gonna settle down? And I don't know what you've been told, The streets of where I'm from are paved with hearts instead of gold. Yeah the streets of where I'm from are paved with hearts instead of gold. I recall, when I was twenty-three - Wondering how anyone could fall in love with me. But now I'm old, hell I'm well past twent-five - And I can't seem to fall in love no matter how I try. And I wonder where I'll wind up but I'm headed west I know. Wind my way through Texas and into New Mexico, And I don't know what you've been told, The streets of where I'm from are paved with hearts instead of gold. Yeah the streets of where I'm from are paved with hearts instead of gold. And I don't know what you've been told, The streets of where I'm from are paved with hearts instead of gold. Yeah the streets of where I'm from are paved with hearts instead of gold. Yeah the streets of where I'm from are paved with hearts instead of gold. |
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| 4:23 |
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Big brown eyes and a gust of wind
And the cherry burns the corner of the page that says "The end is coming soon", but not soon enough Restring all your guitars, pack up all your stuff 'Cause if Robert's dad is right We might not make it through the night And I'd hate to go alone Please pick up the phone Well, a box of red and a pill or three And I'm calling time and temperature just for some company I wish you were here, I wish I was too I'll drink myself to sleeplessness, I always do You don't want me anymore Since fame and fortune broke down our door You don't give me no respect What did I expect? If that phone don't ring one more time I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind You made a big impression for a girl of your size Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes Her hands are cold, her breath is warm She's a port in a storm I'm worried now but it won't be long It takes a worried man, you know, to sing a worried song I've got issues, yeah Like I miss you, yeah And I wish I weren't so thick I'm making myself sick If that phone don't ring one more time I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind You made a big impression for a girl of your size Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes |
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| 2:34 |
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Just like California was not even there
Since it's gone I'm so withdrawn I ain't got no one nowhere Right beside the ocean my darlin' Clementine Well the water got high and she never got dry and She was a water sign CHORUS: Time is on my bad side Halfway there just wouldn't be fair So I'm goin' all the way tonight Halfway there just wouldn't be fair So I'm goin' all the way tonight Just like California to make a fool of me Steal the sideshow, burn the disco Slide into the sea I'm a thinking person, and I think that it's wrong To keep on saying true love's waiting When true love is long gone (repeat chorus) |
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| 4:19 |
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In a western town, beneath the northern lights,
where the pine trees pine for the fall of night, you believe in cards, you believe in signs and I'll be leavin' soon, but I'm here tonight. On a mountainside, well below the stars, keep your lovers eyes in mason jars and I should be scared but I feel no fear, 'cause I'll be leavin' soon, tonight I'm here. [Chorus] And even if you are the one, and even if the cards are all true, when the curtain calls, oh baby, what's a boy to do? When the curtain calls, oh baby, what's a boy to do? Well the Southern P. moved her family down. Then along came me to her sleepy town. I don't believe in cards, I don't believe in signs, but I'll be leavin' soon. I'm here tonight. And even if you are the one, and even if I tried to be true, when the curtain calls, oh baby, what's a boy to do? When the curtain calls, oh baby, what's a boy to do? In a western town, beneath the northern lights, where the pine trees pine for the fall of night, don't believe in me, did I make that clear? 'cause I'll be long gone soon, tonight I'm here. And even if you were the one, I didn't wanna walk out on you, but when the curtain calls, oh baby, what's a boy to do? When the curtain calls, oh baby, what's a boy to do? When the curtain calls, oh baby, what's a boy to do? |
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| 3:50 |
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Eighteen-hundred miles from this old niteclub
A girl is turning twenty-two today How am I supposed to entertain you? My fingertips are worthless when my mind's so far away Eighteen hundred miles from Manhattan The niteclub yawns and opens up its doors Thank God that I don't have to pay the cover Every night I'm broker than I was the night before This old niteclub stole my youth Yeah this old niteclub stole my true love It follows me around from town to town I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down Yeah I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down [Incomprehensible] Telephones make strangers out of lovers Whiskey makes the strangers all look good Well my angel of the morning is in mourning My life was misspent, don't let me be misunderstood And this old niteclub stole my youth Yeah this old niteclub stole my true love It follows me around from town to town I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down Yeah I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down Yeah I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down |
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| 4:08 |
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Do you wanna wind up in a graveyard?
Like a number on a scorecard. They're gonna wrap you up in corn silk They're gonna cry like you were spilled milk. You'd better take another Quaalude And get yourself corkscrewed. I understand that you got cold feet But why'd you have to take 'em down a side street? I must be dumber than a spit curl cause I got hung up on a showgirl Now I look like I'm a scarecrow I might as well go on a talk show CHORUS And this ain't home anymore Its just four walls and a floor Home is where you get the goods for free This is just the house that used to be Yeah the house that used to be You're gonna wind up in a graveyard Like another girl who co-starred They're gonna wrap you up in corn silks They're gonna cry like you were spilled milk And in the far off wail of freight trains And in the lonely howl of Great Danes I hear the girl I lost forever I hear the girl I lost forever CHORUS |
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| 3:21 |
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I got a four leaf clover
It ain't done one single lick of good I'm still a drunk, I'm still a loser Living in a lousy neighborhood I got a real live horseshoe And I hung it upside-down above my door But it don't do nothing to attract you So I don't know what the hell it's for Why don't you come over? I'll show you my four leaf clover Who'm I trying to kid? I'm not the kind of guy you'd go for I got a four leaf clover, I ain't got no hope of getting you I got a lucky silver dollar My granddad gave it to me now he's dead Times like this I wish that I could join him Might just stop this pounding in my head Why don't you come over? I'll show you my four leaf clover Who'm I trying to kid? I'm not the kind of guy you'd go for I got a four leaf clover, I ain't got no hope of getting you I ain't got no hope of getting you, I ain't got no hope of getting you, yeah |
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