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Make a hole with a gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desk-top globe Exit wound in a foreign nation Showing the home of the one this was written for My apartment looks upside down from there Water spirals the wrong way out the sink And her voice is a backwards record It's like a whirlpool and it never ends Ana Ng and I are getting old And we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presence Listen Ana hear my words They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you All alone at the '64 World's Fair Eighty dolls singing "small world after all" Who was at the Dupont Pavilion? Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there? Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire To the horn on the pole at the bus depot And in the back of the edge of hearing These are the words the voice was repeating: Ana Ng and I are getting old And we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presence Listen Ana hear my words They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge, "I don't want the world, I just want your half" They don't need me here, and I know you're there (don't need me) Where the world goes by like the humid air (world goes by) And it sticks like a broken record Everything sticks like a broken record Everything sticks until it goes away (it goes home) And the truth is, we don't know anything (don't know) Ana Ng and I are getting old And we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presence Listen Ana hear my words They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you Ana Ng and I are getting old And we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presence Listen Ana hear my words They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you Ana Ng and I are getting old And we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presence Listen Ana hear my words They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you |
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| 2. |
| 2:21 |
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I'm going down to Cowtown
The cow's a friend to me Lives beneath the ocean and that's where I will be Beneath the waves, the waves And that's where I will be I'm gonna see the cow beneath the sea The yellow Roosevelt Avenue leaf overturned The ardor of arboreality is an adventure we have spurned, we've spurned A new leaf overturned It's a new leaf overturned And so I'm going down to Cowtown The cow's a friend to me Lives beneath the ocean and that's where I will be Beneath the waves, the waves And that's where I will be I'm gonna see the cow beneath the sea We yearn to swim for home, but our only home is bone How sleepless is the egg knowing that which throws the stone Foresees the bone, the bone Our only home is bone Our only home is bone And so I'm going down to Cowtown The cow's a friend to me Lives beneath the ocean and that's where I will be Beneath the waves, the waves And that's where I will be I'm gonna see the cow beneath the sea Yes I'm going down to Cowtown The cow's a friend to me Lives beneath the ocean and that's where I will be Beneath the waves, the waves And that's where I will be I'm gonna see the cow beneath the sea Yes I'm gonna see (I'm gonna see) The cow (the cow) Beneath the sea |
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| 2:06 |
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Lie still, little bottle, and shake my shaky hand
Black coffee's not enough for me, I need a better friend One pill at the bottom is singing my favorite song I know I must investigate I hope that I can sing along There's no time for metaphors cried the little pill to me He said, "Life is a placebo masquerading as a simile"* Well, I knew that pill was lying Too gregarious, too nice But as he walked I had to sing this twice Lie still, little bottle Don't twist, it ain't twistin' time With every move you make you just disintegrate my ever-troubled mind Lie still, little bottle, and shake my shaky hand Black coffee's not enough for me, I need a better friend One pill at the bottom is singing my favorite song I know I must investigate I hope that I can sing along Lie still, little bottle Lie still Lie still, little bottle Lie still Lie still Lie still |
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| 2:40 |
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I remember the year I went to camp
I heard about some lady named Selma and some blacks Somebody put their fingers in the President's ears It wasn't too much later they came out with Johnson's wax I remember the book depository where they crowned the king of Cuba Now that's all I can think of, but I'm sure there's something else Way down inside me I can feel it coming back Purple toupee will show the way when summer brings you down (Purple toupee when summer brings you down) Purple toupee and gold lame will turn your brain around (Purple toupee and gold lame) Chinese people were fighting in the park We tried to help them fight, no one appreciated that Martin X was mad when they outlawed bell bottoms Ten years later they were sharing the same cell I shouted out, "Free the Expo '67" Till they stepped on my hair, and they told me I was fat Now I'm very big, I'm a big important man And the only thing that's different is underneath my hat Purple toupee will show the way when summer brings you down (Purple toupee when summer brings you down) Purple toupee and gold lame will turn your brain around (Purple toupee and gold lame) Purple toupee is here to stay after the hair has gone away The purple brigade is marching from the grave We're on some kind of mission We have an obligation We have to wear toupees |
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| 6. |
| 3:06 |
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Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms
And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do When you turn around to look it's gone behind you On its face it's wearing your confused expression Where your eyes don't go Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering You're free to come and go or talk like Kurtis Blow But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head Every jumbled pile of person has a thinking part that wonders What the part that isn't thinking isn't thinking of Should you worry when the skull head is in front of you Or is it worse because it's always waiting where your eyes don't go? Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering You're free to come and go or talk like Kurtis Blow But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do When you turn around to look it's gone behind you On its face it's wearing your confused expression Where your eyes don't go |
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| 2:01 |
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Piece of dirt, that is all I'm standing on today
Piece of dirt, the whole world has slipped away I would climb the highest mountain just to jump into a fountain Or to fly, I'd fly away A woman's voice on the radio can convince you you're in love A woman's voice on the telephone can convince you you're alone But I set my sails so long ago they've revoked my sailor's badge Said I should be content and happy on this ink spot where I stand Piece of dirt, that is all I'm standing on today Piece of dirt, the whole world has slipped away I find myself haunted by a spooky man named me I wish that I could jump out of my skin |
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| 1:52 |
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Once a boy named Mister Me bemoaned a great regret
I've floundered in the misty sea, but can't abide its mystery I wound up sad, you bet So onward go and Edward Ho into the bounding main Enjoy the show look out below but mind the misty sea Or end up sad like Mister Me He ended up sad He ended up sad He ended up really, really, really sad He ended up sad He ended up sad He ended up really, really, really sad So take the hand of Mister Me and mister, make him glad To swim the Mister Misty Sea and cease the Mister Mystery That mister, made him sad He ended up sad He ended up sad He ended up really, really, really sad He ended up sad He ended up sad He ended up really, really, really sad He ended up sad He ended up sad He ended up really, really, really sad He ended up sad He ended up sad He ended up really, really, really sad |
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| 2:42 |
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The possible dream
Finale of seem The moment that some call eternal that some call insane Now helmets on each head awaiting the first lead The pageant is named the pencil rain The infantry stands And holds out its hands The marshal's binoculars focus and skyward they train They're searching the yonder blue They look out for number two The heraldry of the pencil rain And now hear the roar that none can ignore The thunderous clatter of splintering wood and lives that are claimed And none who have witnessed all Can think of a nobler cause than perishing in the pencil rain The pencil rain The pencil rain The pencil rain |
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| 2:24 |
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I know you deceived me, couldn't sleep last night
Now my tear stains on the wall reflect an ugly sight I can see your secrets No need to confess Everyone looks naked when you know the world's address The world's address A place that's worn A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess I'll repeat it for those who may not have already guessed The world's address Life's parade of fashion just leaves me depressed Under every garment I can see the world's address Call the men of science and let them hear this song Tell them Albert Einstein and Copernicus were wrong The world's address A place that's worn A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess I'll repeat it for those who may not have already guessed The world's address Call the men of science and let them hear this song Tell them Albert Einstein and Copernicus were wrong The world's address A place that's worn A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess I'll repeat it for those who may not have already guessed The world's address A place that's worn A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess I'll say it one more time for those who may not have already guessed The world's address ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By LINNELL, JOHN / FLANSBURGH, JOHN <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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| 11. |
| 2:37 |
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Get out of the car
Put down the phone Take off that stupid looking hat you wear I'm going to die if you touch me one more time Well I guess that I'm going to die no matter what Love people are there The smell of love is everywhere You think it's always sensitive and good You think that I want to be understood I've got a match Your embrace and my collapse Beat up the cat if you need someone else on the mat I put a rock in the coffee in your coffee mug Which one of us is the one that we can't trust? You say that I think it's you but I don't agree with that Love people are there The smell of love is everywhere You think it's always sensitive and good You think that I want to be understood I've got a match Your embrace and my collapse even when we get along I've got a match Your embrace and my collapse Love people are there The smell of love is everywhere Why can't you be sensitive and good Why don't you want to be understood I've got a match Your embrace and my collapse I've got a match Your embrace and my collapse |
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| 1:55 |
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Once a year my friend puts on a red suit
And hangs around with me and my wife Now I can't help but feeling jealous each time she climbs on his knee And she stands beneath the mistletoe screaming For him to stand beneath the mistletoe screaming Now I can't help but feeling jealous each time she climbs on his knee Why must she climb on his knee? I saw my baby wearing Santa's beard She kissed him once and whispered in his ear I saw my baby wearing Santa's beard I wish he would go He's breaking up my home She always had this twisted side to her But she'd never drag my name around town But lately she's been humming cheating songs And I don't like that fat guy around No, I don't like that fat guy around I saw my baby wearing Santa's beard She kissed him once and whispered in his ear I saw my baby wearing Santa's beard I wish he would go He's breaking up my home I saw my baby wearing Santa's beard Thrilling Christmas, trembling fear I saw my baby wearing Santa's beard I wish he would go He's breaking up my home |
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| 1:54 |
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You'll always miss my big old body
In its prime and never shoddy, While bloodhounds wait down in the lobby you'll eulogize my big old body You'll miss me with effigies Lighting up your house like Xmas trees As tears roll down below your knees You'll miss me with effigies Go find a man to fit my shoes Left one's old and the right one's new And I bought the right one just for you Go find a man to fit my shoes You'll see my teeth in the stars above Every tree a finger of my glove And every time push comes to shove You'll see my teeth in the stars above Your money talks but my genius walks Morticians wait with a shovel and a fork As detectives trace my hands with chalk Your money talks but my genius walks You'll miss me so You will miss me It must be raining because a man ain't supposed to cry But I look up and I don't see a cloud |
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| 2:34 |
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Love sees love's happiness
But happiness can't see that love is sad That love is sad Sadness is hanging there To show love somewhere something needs a change They need a change They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane To take the house he built for her apart To make it break it's gonna take a metal ball hung from a chain They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane To pick the broken ruins up again To mend her heart, to help him start to see a world apart from pain Lad's gal is all he has Gal's gladness hangs upon the love of lad The love of lad Some things gal says to lad aren't meant as bad But cause a little pain They cause him pain They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane To take the house he built for her apart To make it break it's gonna take a metal ball hung from a chain They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane To pick the broken ruins up again To mend her heart, to help him start to see a world apart from pain Don't call me at work again no no the boss still hates me I'm just tired and I don't love you anymore And there's a restaurant we should check out where The other nightmare people like to go I mean nice people, baby wait, I didn't mean to say nightmare Lad looks at other gals Gal thinks Jim Beam is handsomer than lad He isn't bad Call off the wedding band Nobody wants to hear that one again Play that again They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane To take the house he built for her apart To make it break it's gonna take a metal ball hung from a chain They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane To pick the broken ruins up again To mend her heart, to help him start to see a world apart from pain They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane They'll need a crane |
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| 2:32 |
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Avalanche or roadblock
I was a snowball in hell Avalanche or roadblock A jailer trapped in his cell Money's all broke, and food's going hungry If it wasn't for disappointment I wouldn't have any appointments Side effect or drug trip Don't tease me with all of your might Side effect or drug trip My panacea's in a Xerox shop Have a nice day, you want it when? Have a nice day, have a nice day I didn't expect to find a salesman drinking coffee this late in the morning. How long you been here, Joe? Oh, I don't know, I guess thirty, forty-five minutes maybe. Why do you ask? You must be making a lot of sales, piling up good income. Oh, uh, I'm doing all right. I could do better, but Oh haha I get it Paul. Back on that old "Time is Money" kick, right? Not back on it, Joe, still on it. Avalanche or roadblock I was a snowball in hell Avalanche or roadblock A jailer trapped in his cell Money I owe, money-iy-ay Money I owe, money-iy-ay Avalanche or roadblock I was a snowball in hell Okay, okay Okay, okay, okay let's Okay, okay Okay, okay, okay let's Okay, okay Okay, okay, okay let's Avalanche or roadblock I was a snowball in hell Avalanche or roadblock A jailer trapped in his cell Money's all broke, and food's going hungry If it wasn't for disappointment I wouldn't have any appointments Did I affect your drug trip Don't tease me with all of your might Did I affect your drug trip You threw my wallet in the wishing well Have a nice day, you want it when? Have a nice day, have a nice day I didn't expect to find a salesman drinking coffee this late in the morning. How long you been here, Joe? Oh, I don't know, I guess thirty, forty-five minutes maybe. Why do you ask? You must be making a lot of sales, piling up good income. Oh, uh, I'm doing all right. I could do better, but Oh haha I get it Paul. Back on that old "Time is Money" kick, right? Not back on it, Joe, still on it. Avalanche or roadblock I was a snowball in hell Avalanche or roadblock A jailer trapped in his cell Money's all broke, and food's going hungry If it wasn't for disappointment I wouldn't have any appointments Avalanche or roadblock Yes, I was a snowball in hell I was a snowball in hell Not back on it, Joe, still on it. Not back on it, Joe, still on it. Not back on it, Joe, still on it. |
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I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
Called the blood of the exploited working class But they've overcome their shyness Now they're calling me Your Highness And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" I destroyed a bond of friendship and respect Between the only people left who'd even look me in the eye Now I laugh and make a fortune Off the same ones that I tortured And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" I look like Jesus, so they say But Mr. Jesus is very far away Now you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true That you love me and I love me I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage Called the blood of the exploited working class But they've overcome their shyness Now they're calling me Your Highness And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" Yes a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" |
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