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| 2. |
| 5:14 | 
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Your head come on is dead and gone it might as well be said so long
It's suds and soda a brain decoder and can I wait for my decoder Get off get up you son of pop the light below is bright on top It's suds and soda a smile decoder and can I get yeah what I ordered? And there's always something in the air, sometimes, suds & soda mix ok with beer Can I, can I break your sentiment You're just a monument, can't see no precedent Just wanna shout what the fuck Jimmy Dean is Halloween like kerosene for dee dee scene It's suds and soda a brain decoder and can I skip this thing I ordered Get off get up you son of pop the light below is bright on top It's suds and soda a vibe decoder and can I get yeah what I ordered? And there's always something in the air, sometimes, suds & soda mix ok with beer Can I, can I break your sentiment (To me) you're just a monument, can't see no precedent Just wanna shout what the fuck And there's always something in the air Your face come on is dead and gone, you might as well be said so long It's suds and soda a brain decoder and can I wait for my devoter Get off get up you son of pop the light below is bright on top It's suds and soda a smile decoder and can I skip yeah what I ordered? And can I break your sentiment? So can I break your sentiment, so can I break your sentiment So can I break your sentiment, so can I break your sentiment So can I break your sentiment, so can I break your sentiment So can I break your sentiment, so can I break your sentiment So can I break your sentiment, so can I break your sentiment Friday, friday, friday, friday, friday, friday, friday |
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| 5:06 |
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| 4. |
| 2:27 |
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| 5. |
| 4:24 |
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Now, let's talk about the time
I had this morticiachair in my apartment Right there in front of the living room As an open invitation to strangers (A cold machine might show) Smiling like a face Waiting for a telephone call of a beloved feline She is in a state and it's California She's been there for quite a while I've got no presents I've got no presents Drop the phone, take the plane And come back home again Drop the phone, take the plane And come back home again Drop the phone, take the plane And come back home again Drop the phone, take the plane And come back home again Drop the phone, take the plane And come back home again She knows where she rolls When she goes for the doorknob She knows where she rolls When she goes for the doorknob By the time of my second car crash I got totally wired Like in the days I cut myself up with a razor-blade Oh nostalgia, lost myself in so many ways I didn't know what to think of him Ah, maybe I think too much, I don't think so Fell madly in love with a couple of beautiful ears It's only a variation Had long and boring conversations about nothing Talked so much, I bored myself to death And the more I talk, the more I turn into a vegetable God, I'm such a fool She knows where she rolls When she goes for the doorknob She knows where she rolls When she goes for the doorknob She knows where she rolls When she goes for the doorknob She knows where she rolls When she goes for the doorknob I'll behave, won't you shame me? I'm into deep, won't you shame me? I'll behave, won't you shame me? I'm into deep, won't you shame me? Taste of orange, orange Little Christ, I'm in her bath-tub, consulted Consulted, consulted, consulted She knows where she rolls When she goes for the doorknob She knows where she rolls When she goes for the doorknob She knows where she rolls When she goes for the doorknob She knows where she rolls When she goes for the doorknob I'll behave, won't you shame me? I'm into deep, won't you shame me? I'll behave, won't you shame me? I'm into deep, won't you shame me? I'll behave, won't you shame me? I'm into deep, won't you shame me? I'll behave, won't you shame me? I'm into deep, won't you shame me? Information, information I'm bored, bored Information |
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| 6. |
| 4:12 |
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i'm gonna hit it and against the rock
i'm gonna hit it and against the rock, hit it (x4) i skipped the part about love (x2) i'm gonna hit it and against the clock i'm gonna hit it and against the clock, hit it (x2) every minute and against the clock, hit it i'm gonna hit it and against the clock, hit it i skipped the part about love (x2) i break my heart with a frying pan via i'm gonna hit it and against the rock via i'm gonna hit it and against the rock i'm gonna hit it and against the clock i'm gonna hit it and against the clock, hit it (x3) i'm gonna hit it and against the rock, hit it i'm gonna hit it and against the clock, hit it i'm gonna hit it and against the rock, hit it i'm gonna hit it and against the clock, hit it |
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| 4:27 |
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I'm the same by name, I had a friend called Generous Bilby
He was the same by name His only advice was that he died while I did a little dance Dust to dust, the preacher sighted, I did a little cry On adjourn by name, last there at long It's not favorably me, for not believing what I saw His only advice was that I danced in this shiny white shirt He should have known I'd be the last, to be there first Right as rain Tombstone and the damage done How beautiful the naked skin, how beautiful it glows This is where the bleeding stops and this is what it shows It has turned into a scar, the same, just the same, the same But anyway, this is where the Samuel Park has fit upon your toes And a man my name had a friend called Deadly Bilby But he slipped away and he said, "Pour me out some whiskey, man There's something you should know The person that you take me for, was buried long ago" Right as rain Tombstone and the damage done How beautiful the poetry, how beautiful the prose This is where the story ends and this is where it goes It just turned into an alibi But anyway, this is where the Samuel Park has fit upon your toes |
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| 3:57 |
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I, I knew a girl and she was a joker
Her hair was nicotine-brown And eyes of a joker Her grass has a pale ginger green Whatever that means Together we Saw they were building a building Alone I see The building is there Her grass has a pale ginger green Whatever that means Your mind goes (x3) This has nothing to do with you It's just the way that I turn to you Your mind goes (x3) Cause this has nothing to do with you It's just the way that I turn to you You see I I knew this girl and she was a joker And if she was so big I guess I would smoke her Her grass has a pale ginger green She knows what it means Your mind goes (x3) Well this has nothing to do with you It's just the way that I turn to you Your mind goes (x3) And this has nothing to do with you I'm calling it off | I'm taking it low | I'm staying ahead of our soul |(x4) Your mind goes (x3) Crawl so damn low I'm calling it off - Your mind goes I'm taking it low - Your mind goes I'm staying ahead of our soul - Your mind goes |
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| 4:23 |
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Let's get lost, all right, all right
Let's get lost, all right You know a place where we can go Ask your money, get your money on a stool Let's get lost, all right, all right Let's get out and hold me some more It's crazy, it's crazy, it's crazy, it's crazy, crazy In my own words See you dancin' in your own damn rain Take it in and take it back again Looking novel when your fashion's old It's kinda early but the story's told |
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| 6:25 |
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This elevator only takes one down, she said,
"this place, this hotel lounge It's my daily bread... But I'm underfed" He asked: "are you living in the night? 'Cause I can tell you have a lousy imagination And as a matter of speaking I hate this situation... But it happens to be one of my pickin'" "Cause it's so hard To keep the dream alive 'Cause if it all comes down to this How will..." You move me, you move me You move me around around, I guess Take it back your analogue It's on the other side of this (x2) 'Cause if it all comes down to this How will... And then she said: "and have another cigarette" I tend to forget (but anyway I don't smoke that shit) And hoisted the flag But it keeps hanging down "You know this place, this hotel lounge It's my life, it's my choice And I'm in love With Ricky Lee Jones' voice" 'Cause it's so hard To keep the dream alive And if it all comes down to this How will... You move me, you move me You move me around around, I guess Take it back your analogue It's on the other side of this [Repeat: x5] How will glamour survive? [Repeat: x4] And if it all comes down to this... "This elevator only takes one down", she said, "this place in this same old town" "Do you see that man In the left-hand corner Do you see that woman Their love-story's famous" |
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| 0:42 |
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| 12. |
| 5:39 |
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She had this thing
about Aleister Crowley it was like a fascination (x2) I didn't mean to be rude... Hey, I want to I want to testify ! Hey, I want to (repeated throughout the song) Burton in a salad bar sweet like a candy bar No more soda for a clean genius in quarantine I mean where's the love, where's the hate. What's a smiling face and a sunburned prostate for a man that great. Richard there, Richard here, Richard quoting Shakespeare, back and forth and back again, to be or not to be the man. Lizzy's getting dizzy, she should've known it from the start being rich is just a lifestyle being ALIVE is just a part That's what makes a kilo heavier than a gram, mam (x2) I don't mean to be rude Great American nude I got a gift from my mother, she got it for a dime She got it from someone and I also don't mind But it's just a phase when I get graced Can't tell the picture from a sound I thought you were just a colour Great American brown (x2) Postmodern, old-fashioned, underground and an underground man Black as blood on canvas, shaky hands You see, I got it from my mother She got it for a buck Get the gallery connected Get the clientele to perform Sell a demon for a duck I didn't mean to be rude Great American Nude Hey, I didn't mean to be rude ! Great American Nude Walk that walk I'm looking for my pop Burton in a salad bar sweet like a candy bar No more soda for a clean genius in quarantine I mean where's the love, where's the hate. What's a smiling face and a sunburned prostate for a man that great. Great American Nude Take American Express ? Walk that walk (x2) That's what makes a kilo heavier than a gram, mam (x3) That's what does it.. One two (x6) One two (x3) Great American Nude (x4) I want to testify She had this thing about Aleister Crowley wrapped up inside of her head It turned her around like sentiment (inaudible speech) |
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| 5:00 |
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Hey I know there's more to this...
But I bought you a newspaper every Sunday At the end just a huge pile of yellowed Sunday telegraphs on the windowpane We sang Three Blind Mice together: "Three blind mice, three blind mice Who went in across the farmer's house.." You know well Just never tell If someone's got a secret hell Now you You should be breakin' me Sometimes I lose my head I don't know nothing You should be breaking me Instead you let me hide behind your back What goes around Will come back down Can someone get it out of town I'm in this state Kinda late But tell me, don't it look just great? You You should be haunting me Some drift get twisted before I even touch 'em You should be scaring me But don't I only scare myself? [Repeat: x5] So don't I only scare myself? |
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| 3:01 |
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It is a waterproof
Windproof I love youf I'm-on-the-roof-kind-of-a-way We're in the grillroom With the groundwork You stain your skirt, skirt I love your hairdo, I hate your way Yes, that's the price you pay..!!! (x4) I'm just a shipboy I pay my shiptoll And every shipday I take a shipstroll out on the deck It's complicated I underrated But now I made it Might it be a bit O.K.? No, that's the price you pay..!! (x4) 'I'm feeling weary' He said to Larry 'I'm gonna O.D. I hit the roadie I'm in a popband' He said 'Remember James Dean was looking pristine in comes the benzine out goes the rebel without a grant .. but with a fanzine' Yes, that's the price you pay..!!! (x4) Just like a dive-bomb you're gonna dive son ain't nothing won hon' Until it's done done Look out for the quake Check out the ceiling there's nothing healing Your life is peeling I know the feeling you just wanna break (x2) No, that's the price you pay!!!...!!! (x4) I'm just a shipboy I pay my shiptoll And every shipday I take a shipstroll out on the deck It's complicated I underrated But now I made it Might it be a bit O.K.? No, that's the price you pay !!!!!! |
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