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1. |
| 3:58 | ||||
turn the cushions over, tonight we're coming over
angry once, we're not so anymore and all that we desire is sweep the stage of fliers it was funny once it's not so anymore me, i've got a super gig, got a brand new rig i'll crank it for you all the drummer's got a hard-on for every song he starts on once seemed loud, he's not so anymore the catalog of ballads we played to clean your palats we used to care, we don't care anymore me, i've got a super sound when i play around the gyms or parties me, i've got a super sound either way there's not a missing link no matter what you think right before the break-up we turn around and make up once stupid we are not so anymore the fear of bargain basements are gone without a trace, yeah we used to care, we don't care anymore there ain't no way any super girl's gonna change my world or keep me down cause me, i've got a super rig whether at a gig or playing in my room |
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2. |
| 3:04 | ||||
she loves everybody she loves everyone
like the picture taken twenty years ago that she keeps in her portfolio he wants everybody he wants anything and they part the rope outside the whiskey bar a glitter gown in orbit left to satellite a waning star i touch down in the heated land and shiver in my bones as i look up to greet the clouds that wait for me washed aside by circumstance the watercloth had cleared the answer in my mind and you were there with me, there with me again she loves everybody she loves everyone the evidence sits in the vcr he's choking on apologies, she's channeling a superstar i tiny elbow through the crowd flashing lights, the music's loud, i'm questioning if this is destiny disappearing from the rants ignoring risen sycophants, i close my eyes and you were there with me, there with me, there with me again she loves everybody she loves everyone |
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3. |
| 3:34 | ||||
I can't believe that it was good for anyone, to me worth the wait
I doubt that anybody got their money's worth But the attention sure felt great With all eyes upon me, some filled with tears, some couldn't see It burned like a cancer when the answer did occur to me Creep from the cradle, but a hero's what I want to be Keep it moving people cause there's nothing more for you to see I'm just a jerk, but a hero's what I want to be yeah, oh yeah Love me, love me sweet cowardice Now that the thrill is mine for the moment We really didn't need another suicide Or a song explaining why, but it's not dignified But I can't seem to kiss it goodbye It burned like a cancer... Keep it moving people... It burned... Keep it... Erase this disaster even faster than you came to see A creep from the cradle and a hero driven want to be For your abuse, but not intended for internal use I'm just a jerk , but a hero's what I want to be |
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4. |
| 2:53 | ||||
> She's signing autographs for hours the line is longer when you deal with amateurs
I've got some autographs of others but a shirt that smells a little like her Once the bane of my perversion Now she's on the television Turn it up turn it down Tune me in tune me out Bite my lip around the family they know her holiday and summer weekend face She's got a lovely shitcom family adopted one of every single race Put yourself in my position My ex is on the television Turn it up... When you place your lips upon the screen spark of which you've never seen A volume knob controls the scream Turn it up... |
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5. |
| 3:13 | ||||
In march I met my wonder love
Then lost her underneath the April showers By may we worked out our difference By June the petals were all plucked from flowers In between my girl And there is no other in this world, oh no I am in between my girl And it's gonna be a brighter day If she'd get the nerve to stay Hey would you mind standing in for I only need you for this weekday evening Saturday, I never knew you Sorry dear, you really need to understand that I am In between... She always gives me the runaround She left me for a college boy As sure as the world is round Next semester she'll be back again We're always off and on again But for awhile I'll surely keep your number In between... |
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6. |
| 4:46 | ||||
roses dead in dirty water held up by the vase
once a gift good-bye but now remind me to replace hardened petals bang the dresser when they fall away kiss me idle kiss me without make-up, leave no marks upon my chest kiss me for no other reason then to give your eyes a rest kiss me slow and leave me lifeless, let this all digest kiss me idle slowly, slowly, the longer it takes the better mistakes we end up stumbling on i wouldn't want to leave upon your tongue a sour taste leave it foiled and disappointed, wanting to be chased a mouth that's open wide and speechless seems like such a waste kiss me idle one time lazy, another time dear, despite all your fears of outlasting my love i can't afford the stubborn sleep on photographs of birthdays past so close your eyes and catch your breath and i will wait right here i tied my fingers to remind me to leave you every day while my hair is growing white, the strings are turning gray one by one they come undone until they fall away kiss me idle kiss me idle |
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7. |
| 3:44 | ||||
I met a girl with bottles of wine
Though I prefer red, they tasted all right Very soon, the room was spinning Tug of war, the floor was winning And she said, I can't help but laugh when I'm caught in a lie I'm not who you thought, but you can kiss me goodnight Her mouth was full of dirty words Then cigarettes burned afterwards, that's when she said Having a headline must be some experience Having a headline's a sexual experience Letters and postcards I meant to respond Turned out my all was just medium Then came one that said the only thing you ever gave were bad directions I'd say it to your face but I can't find you Having a headline... I loved the fame and fashion till she said you better ration the good times I wouldn't count on the good times Having a headline... |
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8. |
| 3:27 | ||||
i've got to get arrested to keep you interested
i should have known that i can't change the world by staring at it my arms have little feeling from lifting to the ceiling a recipe for stealing hearts i have no power in healing and i suppose the jesus pose is tired and superficial, lame i wrote a song, i'm moving on, i'm praying you can do the same i'm changing my direction making a correction oh my god, i've dodged the unexpected bullets behind accolades and shake your head of leisure get your head and body into seizure and battle with whoever hides assault disguised as dancing this rotting phase of hands that raise, bumping heads that pass each other it's a boring phase, so part the wave and drop the dead as driftwood surfer another song, it all went wrong, the radio refused to play it i'm not afraid to serenade, the f word saved and sucked the life from me i've got to get arrested to keep you interested |
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9. |
| 3:38 | ||||
i awoke to a threat that was empty, and a grandstand of i'm not through with you yet
a slamming door becomes my punctuation i escape for a thrill ride with my friends, they agree to be temporary guardians man, it's so appreciated, summer day intoxicated with those who can relate, 2 months, a day, a wakeup drink it down, dear brother, their generation smothers you and we'll leave no trail to discover build a callus sister, they're generation blisters another wakeup with the morning hung over, we gonna pack up or waste another killer day then our heads exploded, overload when we decide hello... we're so out of here, hitchhike to Canada with backpacks full of cigarettes and beer man, it's so appreciated, summer day intoxicated with those who can relate, 2 months, a day, a wakeup drink it down, dear brother.. listen up dear father, your generation bothers me and i'll leave you to grieve with my mother build a callus sister, they're generation blisters now empty your bottles and open the throttles, there's plenty of fighting ahead those fists weren't made for resting your head shield your eyes, dear mother, from the pain that hovers round the mess of a man you've uncovered drink it down, dear brother... we'll blister |
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10. |
| 4:26 | ||||
sometimes i wish we had a short term memory just enough to recognize each other's face
it would be the same old stories but you're hanging onto every single word i have to say and to the world i'm not that clever but you would stay with me forever i'd keep your friends from reminding, reminding you to save yourself, leave me behind you would if you had half a mind i'd tell you every day's your birthday and every gift i bring could be the same or how i stood beside you at a shotgun wedding and the child we once would love but never came hearing stories that were never you would stay with me forever but i'd forget to make money and you'd forget to save yourself, leave me behind you would if you had half a mind (how vulnerable you are) write a note to remind you you would if you had half a mind (how effortless to stay together) for these ties you may have severed now you'll stay with me forever and so you write on your forehead, or better yet you engrave so when you look in the mirror, well you won't forget to save yourself, leave me behind you would if you had half a mind (how vulnerable you are) write a note to remind you you would if you had half a mind (how effortless to stay together) if we had no memory whatsoever we would stay right here forever |
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11. |
| 4:46 | ||||
She has faces
Up in her bedroom and they gaze down on her Guarding her slumber A black bead rosary Under her pillow and when it thunders She clutches it tightly And she hears Silence is white, Sound is black, The world is wrapped in a paper sack And when I leave I close the door To this galaxy of yours Dropping by I open a window As the breeze blows in the curtains are butterflies And we hear the church bells ring Out on a hill And all of their echoes Left us singing Silence is black, The room is bright, Our world is basking in tv light And we are laid out on the floor Of this galaxy of yours With all of your heroes waiting In paper piles laid on the floor I push my paintbrush lightly And fill in any empty nail holes A dresser top, A jewelry box, Colored tassels tied in knots And a porcelain girl danced a music box ballet for us And your nightlight is a star, Or a firefly That leads my gaze up to the ceiling Wondering if you think that it's the sky With all of your heroes waiting.... Open the window slightly, pick up paper off the floor I hold my paintbrush tightly, and fill in any empty nail holes Open the window slightly, Open the window slightly... |
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12. |
| 4:09 | ||||