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I was getting ready to be a threat
I was getting set for my accidental suicide the kind where no one dies no one looks too surprised then you realize that you're riding on a para-success of a heavy-handed metaphor and a feeling like you've been here before because you've been here before and you've been here before then a word washed ashore a word washed ashore then a word washed ashore sovay, sovay,sovay all along the day I was getting ready to consider my next plan of attack I think I'm gonna sack the whole board of trustees all those Don Quixotes un their B-17s and I swear this time yeah this time they'll blow us back to the 70's and this time they're playin Ride of the Valkyries with no semblance of grace or ease and they're acting on vagaries with their violent proclivities and they're playing ride Ride of the Valkyries sovay,sovay,sovay all along the day |
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Overprescribed
Under the mister We had survived to Turn on the History Channel And ask our esteemed panel Why are we alive? And here's how they replied You're what happens when two substances collide And by all accounts you really should have died Stretched out on a tarmac Six miles south of North Platte He can't stand to look back At sixteen tons of HAZMAT It's what goes undelivered Undelivered Boom boom boom boom boom It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left Of the what, of the head to the left So exercise yourselves to your bereft 'Cause it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left of the, of the, to the Splayed out on a bath mat Six miles north of South Platte He just wants his life back What's in that paper knapsack It's what goes undelivered Undelivered It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left A nervous tic motion of the head Head to the left It's a nervous tic motion of the, of the, to the Left It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the, of the, of the head of the head to the Over imbibed Under the mister Barely alive we cover the blisters in flannel Though the words we speak are banal Now one of them's a lie Now one of them's a lie You're what happens when two substances collide And by all accounts you really should have died |
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My dewy-eyed Disney bride, what has tried
Swapping your blood with formaldehyde? Monsters? Whiskey-plied voices cried fratricide! Jesus don't you know that you could've died (you should've died) With the monsters that talk, monsters that walk the earth And she's got red lipstick and a bright pair of shoes And she's got knee high socks, what to cover a bruise She's got an old death kit she's been meaning to use She's got blood in her eyes, in her eyes for you She's got blood in her eyes for you Certain fads, stripes and plaids, singles ads They run you hot and cold like a rheostat, I mean a thermostat So you bite on a towel Hope it won't hurt too bad My dewy-eyed Disney bride, what has tried Swapping your blood with formaldehyde? What monsters that talk, monsters that walk the earth And she says, "I like long walks and sci-fi movies If you're six foot tall and east coast bred Some lonely night we can get together And I'm gonna tie your wrists with leather And drill a tiny hole into your head" |
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Get out your measuring cups and we'll play a new game
Come to the front of the class and we'll measure your brain We'll give you a complex and we'll give it a name Get out your measuring cups and we'll play a new game Can't have the cream when the crop and the cream are the same Liquid or gas no more than the glass will contain When you talk about the hand of glory A tale that's rather grim and gory Is it just another children's story that's been de-clawed? When the tales of brothers Grimm and Gorey have been outlawed I think they're gonna make you start over You don't want to start over Put your backpack on your shoulder Be the good little soldier Take your places now 'Cause we're all predisposed Measuring cups, play a new game Front of the class, measure your brain Give you a complex and we'll give it a name When you talk about the hand of glory A tale that's rather grim and gory Is it just another children's story that's been de-clawed? When the tales of brothers Grimm and Gorey have been outlawed Put your backpack on your shoulder Be the good little soldier It's no different when you're older You're predisposed That's all for questions now The case is closed! |
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There's one guy I'd like to thank
He signs the checks and leaves them blank He's the one He says you don't have to walk a plank The game is rigged, go fig your Slide show tanked And your flagship sank So we're taking all our myths to the bank So just don't forget who to thank We're taking our myths to the Drinking a fifth to the We're taking all our myths to the bank If you could just do him this favor Although it might involve child labor Join his entourage Give him a foot massage From Star Search to the Philharmonic He'll get you there with Hooked on Phonics He's the one to know Doesn't matter if you blow ? no no In fact it's just the thing He thinks we're needing It's a lukewarm liquid diet They're force feeding When the words we use have lost their bite Now they hit you like an imaginary pillow fight But it's all right Cause you're inside And you're in tight Deals in commodities of the abstract sort Buys them in bulk but sells them short Talent, genius, love even signs of affection He floods the market there's no price protection And when his master plan is unfurled There stands a handsome bid on the weather systems of the world |
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well you sure didn't look like you were having any fun
with that heavy-metal gaze they'll have to measure in tons and when you look up at the sky all you see are zeros all you see are zeros and ones you took my hand and led me down to watch the kewpie doll parade we let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade it's not that I just didn't care I must admit I was afraid and I'm awfully glad my finger's resting gently on the masterfade the masterfade I coulda played along the masterfade I coulda played Mah Jongg but it just takes too long and I just can't remember which way the east wind blows does it matter? if we're all matter what's it matter does it matter if we're all matter when we're done? when the sky is full of zeros and ones I saw you standing all alone in the electrostatic rain I thought at last I'd found a situation you can't explain with GPS you know it's all just a matter of degrees your happiness won't find you underneath that canopy of trees if the green grass is 6 the soybeans are 7 the junebugs are 8 the weeds and thistles are 11 and if the 1s just hold their place the 0s make a smiley face when they come floating down from the heavens you took my hand and led me down to watch a papillon parade we let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade you squeezed my hand and told me softly that I shouldn't be afraid 'cause all the while your finger's resting gently on the masterfade the masterfade I coulda played along the masterfade I coulda played Mah Jongg but it just takes too long and who the hell can remember which way the east wind blows when you're lying on the ground staring up at an inverted compass I mean Christ who knows? |
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I got home this morning with the sun right in my eyes
And there was no warning as it took me by surprise as it Hit me like an Act of God, causing my alarm That I had not become a cephalopod I still had legs and arms Yes I still had legs and arms Today was supposed to be the day Molecules decide to change their form Laws of physics lose their sway Youthful indiscretion now is suddenly the norm With the good kids sprouting horns, yeah yeah And today was supposed to be Not just another day Today was supposed to be Not just another day Was supposed to be, today was supposed to be Opposite day Those that can't quite function in society at large They're going to wake up on this morning and find that they're in charge But those the world's set up for, who are really doing quite well They're going to wake up in institutions In prison or in hell Prison or in hell Today was supposed to be the day Molecules decide to change their form Laws of physics lose their sway Youthful indiscretion now is suddenly the norm With the good kids sprouting horns, yeah yeah And today was supposed to be Not just another day Today was supposed to be Not just another day Today was supposed to be Not just another day Today was supposed to be Not just another day It was supposed to be, today was supposed to be Opposite day But if you think there's something else Well you're right, there is There's something else But if you think I'm gonna tell you, think again Why should I even think of telling you what there is Yeah, 'cause silence is knowledge And knowledge is power I'm under explicit orders to dare not speak its name Listen up, I just work here Oh I dare not speak its name I can't keep talking about it Oh, I dare not speak its name |
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my skin is
white as parchment drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight there's time spent resting on her bones waiting for the telephone to ring ba-ring ba-ring ba-ring . . . bo-ring bo-ring bo-ring . . . my skin is cold as her toes on the bathroom floor run back to bed and slam the door oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh what a lovely sound oh what a lovely... skin is my it's the only thing that doesn't really fly in my land and love, oh love is my love is it's the only thing that butterfly in Thailand let it be printed on every t-shirt in this land on the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands in bolder letters than the capital I it's the only thing, it's the only thing it's the only lonely, whoa my skin is white as parchment drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight there's time spent waiting for that macrame bird of prey to come down and sing la-ling la-ling la-ling... oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh, oh what a lovely sound |
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| 4:58 |
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You remind me of you
The way you shot right through and how You broke my window glass, Fast, it happened so fast I have to confess that I That I was impressed that I That I was impressed that I Despite all the mess and the broken glass I was impressed Here's where I disappeared Where I fell off the pier And to be rescued I did wait I watched waterbugs skate As they draw figure eights as they draw From the bottom of the lake as they draw I watched waterbugs skate as they draw From the bottom of the lake I watched waterbugs skate Memories, like mohair sweaters, Stretched and pilled faux distressed letters Moose's horns and figure eights White plastic bags in search of mates What suffocates the land In the memory of a garbage can Memory of a garbage can But you, you can't be found when the bell rings You weren't there that day for the naming of things The naming of things The naming of things Where the homeroom bell rings The homeroom bell Hey, just look at the mess you made today Didn't really think it would get this bad Hey, feel like you're living in a Russian play Where it seems like you made everybody mad You remind me of you When you shot through And broke my window glass It happened so fast I have to confess I was impressed, I was impressed despite all the mess and the broken glass I was impressed |
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| 4:22 |
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those that will judge
will say you're aloof but you know the truth is a seed you know what you need is a conflagration cause when I see your blood and the bits of your broken tooth it gives me the proof that I need it's the proof that you bleed and it's a revelation it's a revelation I thought you were a life-sized paper doll propped up in the hardware store propped up on the front lawn watching the parade of the legionnaires with 2/4s marching off to wars I didn't know what you were made of color of your blood what you're afraid of are you made of calcium or are you carbon based cause if you're made of calcium I'll have to take a taste calcium is deadly, but tender to the tooth but it's one sure-fire way to know if you're mx-missile proof or if you're just aloof and you were in the ground in late November though the leaves and earth were damp did you think they would remember how you almost made state champ and when you're running for the game against Alfonsus and you fell up on the ground and chipped your tooth that might really have surprised us to learn that maybe you weren't really mx-missiles proof |
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if we can call them friends we can call them on red telephones
and they won't pretend that they're too busy or they're not alone if we can call them friends we can call holler at 'em down these hallowed halls just don't let the human factor fail to be a factor at all don't don't you worry about the atmosphere or any sudden pressure change 'cause I know that it's starting to get warm in here and things are starting to get strange and did you did you see how all our friends were there drinkin' roses from the can how how I wish I I had talked to them and wished they fit into my plan and we were tired of being mild oh so tired of being mild we were so tired I know we're gonna meet someday in the crumbled financial institutions of this land there will be tables and chairs pony rides and dancing bears there'll even be a band 'cause listen after the fall there'll be no more countries no currencies at all we're gonna live on our wits throw away survival kits trade butterfly knives for adderal and that's not all woah! there will be snacks, there will there will be snacks! |
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| 5:04 |
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When I wake up
In the morning I pour the coffee Read the paper Then I slowly And so softly Do the dishes Feed the fishes Sing me Happy Birthday Sing it like it's going to be your last day Like it's halleujah Don't just let it pass on through ya It's a giant among cliches And that's why I want you to sing it anyway Sing me Happy Birthday Cause hell what's it all about Anyway Sing me Happy Birthday Happy Birthday Like it's gonna be your last day Here on earth |
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| 4:32 |
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then it was dusk in Illinois
a small boy, after an afternoon of carting dung hung on a rail fence, a sapped thing weary to crying dark was growing tall he began to hear the pond frogs all calling on his ear they were calling on his ears with what seemed their joy soon the sound was pleasant for a boy listening in the smoky dusk and nightfall of illinois and from the fields two small boys came bearing cornstalk violins so they rubbed the cornstalk bows with resins and the three just sat there scraping of the joy of their joy, they're scraping of the joy it was now fine music the frogs and the boys did in the towering illinois twilight make and into dark in spite a shoulder's ache a boy's hunched body loved out of a stalk the first song of his happiness and the song woke his heart into the darkness and sadness of joy dark was growing tall he began to hear the pond frogs all calling on his ear they were calling on his ear with what seemed their joy |
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Now if you think I'm wasting your time again
I'm wasting your time When you pick me up in duty free That's when I thought I'd be the cross in your T Or must see TV Tram pam pam pam, but If you think I'm wasting your time again No, oh, you're wasting mine When you're playing for a prime-time dream The CNB scene Now I'm just a split in your seam the I in your team Oooh please don't get too excited Oooh maybe you're not invited To my action adventure My action adventure dream So when you think you're on the fast track You find it's just a cul-de-sac back In that adult lifestyle community Where all your little boys, your action toys are duty free Oooh please don't get too excited Ooooh maybe you're not invited To my action adventure My action adventure dream So I wonder what you got your persona for Cause there's a 2-for-one down at the corner-store And I wonder could ya pep it up a bit You know throw a fit You go ahead and dance I'll just sit If you think I'm wasting your time again I'm wasting your time again oh, you're wasting mine When you're playing for a prime-time dream The CNB scene Now I'm just a split in your seam the I in your team So I'm looking at the back of my hand again Oh, I'm looking at the back of my hand again, To what end if I can't even find a goddamn pen |
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| 5:17 |
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I was getting ready to be a threat
I was getting set for my accidental suicide the kind where no one dies no one looks too surprised then you realize that you're riding on a para-success of a heavy-handed metaphor and a feeling like you've been here before because you've been here before and you've been here before then a word washed ashore a word washed ashore then a word washed ashore sovay, sovay,sovay all along the day I was getting ready to consider my next plan of attack I think I'm gonna sack the whole board of trustees all those Don Quixotes un their B-17s and I swear this time yeah this time they'll blow us back to the 70's and this time they're playin Ride of the Valkyries with no semblance of grace or ease and they're acting on vagaries with their violent proclivities and they're playing ride Ride of the Valkyries sovay,sovay,sovay all along the day |
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| Disc 2 : Weather Systems | ||||||
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then it was dusk in Illinois
a small boy, after an afternoon of carting dung hung on a rail fence, a sapped thing weary to crying dark was growing tall he began to hear the pond frogs all calling on his ear they were calling on his ears with what seemed their joy soon the sound was pleasant for a boy listening in the smoky dusk and nightfall of illinois and from the fields two small boys came bearing cornstalk violins so they rubbed the cornstalk bows with resins and the three just sat there scraping of the joy of their joy, they're scraping of the joy it was now fine music the frogs and the boys did in the towering illinois twilight make and into dark in spite a shoulder's ache a boy's hunched body loved out of a stalk the first song of his happiness and the song woke his heart into the darkness and sadness of joy dark was growing tall he began to hear the pond frogs all calling on his ear they were calling on his ear with what seemed their joy |
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We're keeping busy yeah we're bleeding stones
With our machinations and our palindromes Anything but hear a voice Anything but hear a voice Anything but hear a voice That says we're basically alone Says we're basically alone We're keeping busy yeah we're bleeding stones With our machinations and our palindromes Anything but hear a voice That says we're basically alone Says we're basically alone Says we're basically alone We're keeping busy yeah we're bleeding stones With our machinations and our palindromes Anything but hear a voice Anything but hear a voice That says we're basically alone Says we're basically alone Says we're basically alone |
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being alone it can be quite romantic
like Jacques Cousteau underneath the Atlantic a fantastic voyage to parts unknown going to depths where the sun's never shone and I fascinate myself when I'm alone so I go a little overboard but hang on to the hull while I'm airbrushing fantasy art on a life that's really kind of dull oh, I'm in a lull I'm all for moderation but sometimes it seems moderation itself can be a kind of extreme so I joined the congregation I joined the softball team I went in for my confirmation where incense looks like steam I start conjugating proverbs where once there were nouns this whole damn rhyme scheme's starting to get me down Oh, I'm in a lull I'm in a lull being alone it can be quite romantic like jacques cousteau underneath the atlantic a fantastic voyage to parts unknown going to depths where the sun's never shone and I fascinate myself when I'm alone I'm rambling on rather self consciously while I'm stirring these condiments into my tea and I think I'm so lame I bet I think this song's about me don't I don't I don't I? I'm in a lull |
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now if you think im wasting your time again
im wasting your time when you pick me up in duty free thats when i thought id be the cross in your t or must see tv but if you think im wasting your time again no, youre wasting mine when youre playing for a prime-time dream the c n b scene now im just another split in your seam the i in your team ooo please dont get too excited oooo maybe youre not invited to my action adventure my action adventure dream so when you think youre on the fast track you find its just a cul-de-sac back in that adult lifestyle community where all your little boys, your action toys are duty free ooo please dont get too excited oooo maybe youre not invited to my action adventure my action adventure dream so i wonder what you got your persona for cause theres a 2-for-one down at the corner-store and i wonder could ya pep it up a bit you know throw a fit you go ahead and dance ill just sit but if you think im wasting your time again no, youre wasting mine when youre playing for a prime-time dream the c n b scene now im just another split in your seam the i in your team so im looking at the back of my hand again im looking at the back of my hand again to what end if i cant even find a goddamn pen |
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my skin is
white as parchment drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight there's time spent resting on her bones waiting for the telephone to ring ba-ring ba-ring ba-ring . . . bo-ring bo-ring bo-ring . . . my skin is cold as her toes on the bathroom floor run back to bed and slam the door oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh what a lovely sound oh what a lovely... skin is my it's the only thing that doesn't really fly in my land and love, oh love is my love is it's the only thing that butterfly in Thailand let it be printed on every t-shirt in this land on the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands in bolder letters than the capital I it's the only thing, it's the only thing it's the only lonely, whoa my skin is white as parchment drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight there's time spent waiting for that macrame bird of prey to come down and sing la-ling la-ling la-ling... oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh, oh what a lovely sound |
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quiet
quiet down she said speaking to the back of his head on the edge of her bed I can see your blood flow your cells grow hold still a while don't spill the wine I can see it all from here I can see I can see weather systems of the world and every time you turn the soil another cloud begins to boil some things you say are not for sale I would hold that we're all free agents of a substance or scale hold still a while don't spill the wine I can see it all from here I can see I can see weather systems of the world |
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whenever paul thinks of rain,
swallows fall in a wave and tap on his window with their beaks whenever paul thinks of snow, soft winds blow round his head and his phone rings just once late at night-like a bird calling out, "wake up, paul. don't be scared. don't believe you're all alone." "wake up, paul," whisper clouds rolling by and the seeds falling softly from the branches of the trees. |
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I said no, don't worry
no, please don't worry no, don't worry see what the Lord has done just keep your lamp all trimmed and burning keep your lamp trimmed and burning keep your lamp all trimmed and burning see what the Lord has done I said no, don't worry no no don't worry no, don't worry she what the Lord has done just keep your lamp ...ed and and burning keep your lamp all trimmed and burning keep your lamp ...ed and burning oh, see what the Lord has |
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My pitiful sorrows have seen more tomorrows than yours
My rain really pours At least more than yours At least more than yours In the depths of my sadness there's a beautiful madness you see It's right here on my sleeve You must not believe I can see you just don't believe So I really have to say it's all just so romantic Cause I've seen the others try and they just seem pedantic Cause when it comes to misery When it comes to misery When it comes to misery No one competes with me My sweeping emotions have spanned the great oceans From this fifty foot wave I just can't be saved O don't even try I can't be saved My pitiful sorrows have seen more tomorrows than yours My rain really pours At least more than yours At least more than yours So I really have to say it's all just so romantic Cause I've seen the others try and they just seem pedantic Cause when it comes to misery When it comes to misery When it comes to misery No one competes with me |
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Give her a red lipstick and a bright pair of shoes
A new bob haircut and a shot of good booze her/(hurry?) down-sweet daddy, I’m blowing your horn oh if you come too late no no, your mama' will be gone come along young man, everything's sitting right here my husband's gone away till next Saturday night her/(hurry?) down-sweet daddy, I’m blowing your horn oh if you come too late no no, your mama' will be gone I’m round-a-go, red shoes on my feet got my mind set right for ten years at sea her/(hurry?) down-sweet daddy, I’m blowing your horn if you come too late no no, your mama' will be gone yeah cause the red rooster says "cock-a-doodle do do" the wishing woman says "and a doodle do" her/(hurry?) down-sweet daddy, I’m blowing your horn if you come too late no no, your mama' will be gone one more time red rooster says "cock-a-doodle do do" the wishing woman says "and a doodle do" her/(hurry?) down-sweet daddy, I’m blowing your horn if you come too late no no, your mama' will be gone if you come too late your mama' will be gone |
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When I was a little boy I threw away my action toys
I became obsessed with operation with Hearts and minds and certain glands You learn to keep a steady hand And thus began a morbid fascination with... sweetbreads, I could taste what you were thinking sweetbreads, that's the taste of neurons thinking Do you wonder where the self resides Is it in your head or between your sides And who's going to decide its true location? cause it's a question for the centuries from communion to mad cow disease but is it worthy of a song - all life's location? oh and the sweetest sweetbread of them all within the kingdom of afar call them thoughts and metaphor-inations they call them sweetbreads, I could taste what you were thinking sweetbreads, that's the taste of neurons thinking does the thought of bowels red and black the thought of tongues that taste you back fill you with a nauseous elation where a simple trip to the grocery store could fill you with an abject horror can you taste the misery of those crustaceans? oh and the sweetest sweetbread of them all within the kingdom of afar should've caused some silent machinations they call them sweetbreads, I could taste what you were thinking sweetbreads, that's the taste of neurons thinking aw, I could taste what you were thinking oh, give me your thoughts about sweetbread |
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I was walking
With my feet A disposition Fell over me The armory wall was bleeding The restless child was reading I was swimming Could hardly stand The swimming hour was at hand The fishes they were feeding The lambs they were bleating I walk slowly When I walk away from you I'm feeling bad I'm looking bad I feel and look so bad Some might say Yours truly is soaking his head There's apprehension And inhibition All contributions To my attrition And it happened long ago These things these things That make me walk so darn slow |
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my skin is
white as parchment drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight there's time spent resting on her bones waiting for the telephone to ring ba-ring ba-ring ba-ring . . . bo-ring bo-ring bo-ring . . . my skin is cold as her toes on the bathroom floor run back to bed and slam the door oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh what a lovely sound oh what a lovely... skin is my it's the only thing that doesn't really fly in my land and love, oh love is my love is it's the only thing that butterfly in Thailand let it be printed on every t-shirt in this land on the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands in bolder letters than the capital I it's the only thing, it's the only thing it's the only lonely, whoa my skin is white as parchment drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight there's time spent waiting for that macrame bird of prey to come down and sing la-ling la-ling la-ling... oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh how it shakes the ground oh what a lovely sound oh, oh what a lovely sound |
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well you sure didn't look like you were having any fun
with that heavy-metal gaze they'll have to measure in tons and when you look up at the sky all you see are zeros all you see are zeros and ones you took my hand and led me down to watch the kewpie doll parade we let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade it's not that I just didn't care I must admit I was afraid and I'm awfully glad my finger's resting gently on the masterfade the masterfade I coulda played along the masterfade I coulda played Mah Jongg but it just takes too long and I just can't remember which way the east wind blows does it matter? if we're all matter what's it matter does it matter if we're all matter when we're done? when the sky is full of zeros and ones I saw you standing all alone in the electrostatic rain I thought at last I'd found a situation you can't explain with GPS you know it's all just a matter of degrees your happiness won't find you underneath that canopy of trees if the green grass is 6 the soybeans are 7 the junebugs are 8 the weeds and thistles are 11 and if the 1s just hold their place the 0s make a smiley face when they come floating down from the heavens you took my hand and led me down to watch a papillon parade we let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade you squeezed my hand and told me softly that I shouldn't be afraid 'cause all the while your finger's resting gently on the masterfade the masterfade I coulda played along the masterfade I coulda played Mah Jongg but it just takes too long and who the hell can remember which way the east wind blows when you're lying on the ground staring up at an inverted compass I mean Christ who knows? |
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There's one guy I'd like to thank
He signs the checks and leaves them blank He's the one He says you don't have to walk a plank The game is rigged, go fig your Slide show tanked And your flagship sank So we're taking all our myths to the bank So just don't forget who to thank We're taking our myths to the Drinking a fifth to the We're taking all our myths to the bank If you could just do him this favor Although it might involve child labor Join his entourage Give him a foot massage From Star Search to the Philharmonic He'll get you there with Hooked on Phonics He's the one to know Doesn't matter if you blow ? no no In fact it's just the thing He thinks we're needing It's a lukewarm liquid diet They're force feeding When the words we use have lost their bite Now they hit you like an imaginary pillow fight But it's all right Cause you're inside And you're in tight Deals in commodities of the abstract sort Buys them in bulk but sells them short Talent, genius, love even signs of affection He floods the market there's no price protection And when his master plan is unfurled There stands a handsome bid on the weather systems of the world |
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those that will judge
will say you're aloof but you know the truth is a seed you know what you need is a conflagration cause when I see your blood and the bits of your broken tooth it gives me the proof that I need it's the proof that you bleed and it's a revelation it's a revelation I thought you were a life-sized paper doll propped up in the hardware store propped up on the front lawn watching the parade of the legionnaires with 2/4s marching off to wars I didn't know what you were made of color of your blood what you're afraid of are you made of calcium or are you carbon based cause if you're made of calcium I'll have to take a taste calcium is deadly, but tender to the tooth but it's one sure-fire way to know if you're mx-missile proof or if you're just aloof and you were in the ground in late November though the leaves and earth were damp did you think they would remember how you almost made state champ and when you're running for the game against Alfonsus and you fell up on the ground and chipped your tooth that might really have surprised us to learn that maybe you weren't really mx-missiles proof |
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All alone now, guess I'm satisfied
All alone now, guess I'm satisfied Lil' bit older now, guess I'm satisfied What a dream life would seem If only they'd let you keep your etch-a-sketch What a dream life would seem If only they'd let you keep your etch-a-sketch |
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Elder Green is dead and gone
Lost his way going to town Don't know who he is or what he's done But it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue Yeah it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue If I was in an old hotel That happened to be on fire Maybe I'd jump or Maybe I'd reconsider Then I'd climb a little higher Like an oily rag In a dusty corner Like a box of matches near an open flame I'd jump 18 stories from a burning fire Sooner than I'd face this world of shame Yeah I'd skip this town and Jump a westbound train Take these fingerlings from my fingers Spoken with your breath With white-washed eyes And flies that linger Seems rather forlorn and bereft I said where you goin' with that sack on your shoulder Willie As if I couldn't have guessed He says I'm gonna get the hell Out of Slag Valley and take a little stroll way out west If I was in an old hotel That happened to be on fire Maybe I'd jump or Maybe I'd reconsider Then I'd climb a little higher Like an oily rag In a dusty corner Like a box of matches near an open flame I'd get so far away From that old matchbox hotel Man I'd skip this town and Jump a westbound train Anything to get away from this shame Take these fingerlings from my fingers Spoken with your breath With white-washed eyes And flies that linger Seems rather forlorn and bereft I said where you goin' with that sack on your shoulder Willie As if I couldn't have guessed He says I'm gonna get the hell Out of Slag Valley and take a little stroll way out west |
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Some day
Some happy day Some day I'll find I live before I die some day Oh Lord, some day Some day Some happy day Some day I'll find The one with eyes that say those words I cannot find I hope I live before I die some day Oh, some day I hope there's tears of joy I cry Some day Lord, some day Some day Some happy day Some day I'll find The one with eyes that say those words I cannot find |
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