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What you gonna do?
I don't know, my friend But I'm open to suggestion if you'll proffer two cents Give me something I can hang my coat on, yeah! Nine times out of ten I'm not the guidance type I've been sitting on a fencepost for the brunt of my life And now I need some help to find out what I feel, it kills It kills the time Until you fill your heart, you'll see There's more to you than what you think and need Where you gonna go? I don't know, my friend But I'll take this road forever or until it does end Here or there or someplace else, man, anywhere! Maybe to the west Where they don't fall down In a canyon of a valley in a twenty-horse town A voluntary rest home where they lecture you, it kills It kills the time Until you fill your heart, you'll see there's more to you than what you think and need We can share our bland opinions About the quality of air and all will be right All will be right on top There's a place in old dominion Near that courthouse by the square Where all will be right All will be right on top of the day |
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Rationalized confusion, memento morial
You're turning ugly into ease, you're naked in a towel Well pride's a swollen subset It will never never never pipe down At the yoga olympics, murdered by a single kick You tower over everything the rest are dog tits The cemetery headstone is a rock in the rain, the rain Is pain I've hardly been Cannot get in Unlike the sky: Wide and never lost The fallacy of selflessness, the friendship etiquette Normal is weirder than you would care to admit Fatigued by socialized You're tired and tender I went to see a "go to gigs a lone type of band" They elucidate something that all alone understand The shab ability to locate quagmire hearts on the map It's a trap! I've hardly been Cannot get in Unlike the sky: Wide and never lost |
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We meet again
Riding our divisible bodies Feel no shame Luck is love is on If you need the pain Well you are, yes you are so much like me Seasons change--nothing lasts for long Except the earth and the mountains So learn to sing along and languish here Help me languish here It was long ago That all of your willing dimensions Lost the flow And vanished in vaneer But iI want to know If you are, yes you are so much like me Steel restraints Zodiac ballet, everybody play There's no more counting days, you languish here Help me languish here You said, "done is good," But done well is so much fucking better Share the wealth And cauterize the tears If you want to know Well you are, yes you are so much like me Freeze the saints Such a subtle read, exquisite pedigree Just let yourself be and languish here Help me languish here |
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From eternal grey
Fantastic times await So let them rake in All they wrought No one can get at you If you're caught on a wave Fractured knees, calamaties Enfold me in serenity And loud cloud crowds Are taking over Front and center, we all sit In stadia of our own devising Don't let reputation pre-decieve you It is one on none Inside this fieldhouse For the brain Fractured knees, calamaties Enfold me in serenity And loud cloud crowds Are taking over The loud cloud crowds Go up and over The loud cloud crowds Go up and over |
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Came from the top of the deck
Warm and direct No more shoes No more news No more blues Iranian gown on your frame Born to the game No more shoes No more news No more blues--getcha back! All my stray thoughts They are unarranged All my stray thoughts They are impure Give me sidearm compliments Give an autopsy of the event Such uneven principles Time and time and time again Spare me your contrarian thaw Beautiful nerves, send you wild Lost in a pile Of old shoes Of old news Of old blues A gallery of vivid dreams Torn and extreme No more shoes No more news No more shoes No more blues No more, no more, no more, no more No more more more more blues I was made for lovin' you, baby I want my alka-seltzer! |
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Mama's in the kitchen with onions
Daddy's in the back with ol' Hank Thinking 'bout the lasers and bunions Talking disability ranks No, we didn't have too much money Just enough to make the dead ends meet Me, I'm on the back of my hobby horse Far away in some desert town Miles from a civilization Miles from a fortified town Down in that basement it's sunny We cannot stay down there for too long Back then, it all seemed so funny Toys were toys and boys were boys The simple nights and easy joys, all right Come out for another day Upstairs mama's making some crepes, yeah From a fancy recipe book To me they just look like tortillas Boy, that mama can cook Soon, she will be calling for grub, yeah I can't wait for such a sight this long Back then, it all seemed so funny Toys were toys and boys were boys The easy nights and simple joys, all right Come out for another day |
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In shocking white
Too light for light More like heaven Angel food rot Came from the earth Inside the earth Jag of hurt time Head revolving Kindling for the master I was shot for meat Left alone with a crow Got into watercolors and you never saw me again But I plan to return And with verbs I'll attack I'll trip, I'll maim, I'll leave you with no skin on your back Kindling for the master Everybody's got a heart to sink I'm the leech who can preach They call me sinister joe I got the sweltering heat Of summer Ohio If I'm little erratic, You must give me some space To let me spin it and out and Up and through your face You must learn, or you will burn |
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Revelation artistry
So fed up with hypocrisy There isn't a label large enough to fit your bill Act like you deserve to win Trade up for a thicker skin For scraps of acceptance from coked-up quasi-urbane kids I'm really, really, really, Really proud of what you did Post-paint boy, with your art You're penny rich and dollar dumb In a style that they call So non-European You're the maker of modern Minor masterpieces for the untrained eye You're the maker of modern Minor masterpieces for the untrained eye--yep! Belarus Biennial You surely surely made them wow Minds were blown and bombs were thrown--oh no!! Seventeen anteaters Sequestered in a room With the sisters of mothers of famous gluttons I don't know You really, really, really, Really, really, really showed Who can blame you for becoming Penny smart and dollar dumb In a world that has become So American You're the maker of modern Minor masterpieces for the untrained eye You're the maker of modern Minor masterpieces for the untrained eye You're the maker of modern Minor masterpieces for the untrained eye You're the maker of modern Minor masterpieces for the untrained eye--yep! |
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With a thousand tiny terrors
No more weekend shares Make it get away Baby come on If you give it to me timmy I'm out here on a limb-y I don't need hideaways Baby come on well, half-way through my life I flipped on internal bitch so Tell it to me straight Baby come on And i know that the shapes are great So i won't hesitate To leave it at the door Baby come on I see you're under my diamond I see you driving the winter shell So you say that you're too old to yell But too young for hell It's not far away Baby come on If a life of tears cuts you down You can sit around I won't make you stay Baby, come on I see your lovely traffic pose I see you're trailing what you're good for Baby come on Baby come on Baby come on Baby come on, let me come Baby come on Baby come on Baby come on |
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So long
Good bye to the nervous apprehension I certainly won't miss ya My heart is unable to stay so unstable no more Go now Leave this place and if you do not know how You'll learn along the way The road to rejection is better than no road at all If I see your negative shadow I will lead it from the room A media-sized headache is not enough to break it If you've already assumed the malediction Certain Kinds of people that we like to know, yeah And others gotta go If you wait 'til you're ready, then you'll never make an amends |
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