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"...to the west side
they still believe in things"* I reached between my legs And found a silver screw I held it up and straight out to you I wish that you would take it My house got split in half again That leaves four lorn shares Even if everyone wanted some There wouldn't be enough to go around We got our own now Everybody gonna be alright So there's five little birds right now And they're flying manic around right now Six if you're counting the Eskimo But he never got used to the weather So he was more than happy to go Everybody gonna be alright Monkey mouth and a stethoscope She says honey, we don't want no kids There's not enough hope Chocolate Dog tells me better jokes And he keeps his own room clean And Hummingbird is on fire But at least that girl don't smoke Everybody gonna be alright |
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I used to see these Scandinavian looking ladies
All the way down half a crowded block And I used to chase those yellow headed ladies But it was never you on my block I used to press my nose against the stone cold glass At Fireside's liquor store At the coin-op laundromat, on 15th and Montana At sweet Suzy Q's up around the corner The way you call to the woods Is how the woods call back to you I used to hear the front door slam I'd run right out into the street Doing that crazy dance Spinning left to right My head in my hands My momma left me alone tonight And she always said The way you call to the woods Is how the woods call back to you How am I gonna get my work done With you looking at me? I bring home the bacon Fry it up in a pan I wear that sweet perfume To find myself a better man The way you call to the woods Is how the woods call back to you |
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So I'm trying to learn Italian and you're lying next to me
The neighbor dog is howling It was really satisfying Not to see you last night You had all sixteen excuses lined up in a row Like blanks on the belt of a GI Joe It's really mystifying all this trying and trying And then you asked if I was coming out And I said no and you said that's okay I just wanted to know, then you said I guess I'll see you later on On the edge of the bed And I say rock-a-bye my sweet upon your broken bow It's alright, we're speaking different languages now Now the mockingbirds are singing They're bringing up the sun and I'm thinking Maybe that's what's cool about it We've been trying to hold each other like a conversation You said that maybe I wasn't looking But I recognize the sounds just like you But I can't form the words or they're too hard to spell And your head is buried in the dictionary And I say rock-a-bye my sweet upon your broken bow It's alright, we're speaking different languages now Smoothing your hair from your drunken brow It's alright, we're speaking different languages now All I know is, a couple of days go by and I can't even read your lips Things were fine the other day And I said, well baby if you knew why I bet you wouldn't feel this way And you said, one hand on your heart, one hand on my head Don't fall off the edge of the bed And we just laughed And I say rock-a-bye my sweet upon your broken bow It's alright, we're speaking different languages now Smoothing your hair from your drunken brow It's alright, we're speaking different languages now |
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I've been looking for someone to thank for sending down this rain
(And I've been wondering who do I thank For sending you back again) 'Cause it makes my nibbled lip And my, from nowhere tears Feel at home Come lie with me and be my love Lie down with me Under the cypress tree In the sweet grasses As night passes My face is neatly decorated with my yellow hair Striped up by the fat drops fallen there I squeeze it all out of my corduroy Like the day you found me The man who drives this bus Raised me up a half assed smile in the mirror But never mind I'm gonna fold it up Press it flat Stick it in my pocket Make it last all night Come lie with me and be my love Lie down with me Under the cypress tree In the sweet grasses As night passes |
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Raining
It's pouring The old man is scoring It's morning He says every nerve in his body is alive When he's with me He says he loves me He says everything is separate He says I'm beautiful And I say, "Who, me?" He says he loves me He says he's happy I feel like a dirty old man Like a lecher Like a polyester uncle's friend who's trying to catch a glimpse Periwinkle polyester Lickerish man You make me feel like a dirty old man Morning Oh, he says when he looks down And he sees and I'm shiny shining Glistening like the dew on the leaf of a pretty, pretty flower That someone ain't stepped on yet My baby says that he's happy He says everything is separate He says he loves me And every nerve is alive But I feel like a dirty old man Like a lecher Like a polyester uncle's friend who's trying to catch a glimpse Periwinkle polyester Lickerish man You make me feel like . . . Like a dirty old man Like a lecher Like a polyester uncle's friend with horn rims Polyester periwinkle Lickerish man You make me feel like a dirty old man Scoring |
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Wide open spaces, I'm falling
You think I'm crazy I'm not Voices speak loud in my head Sometimes I can't even get them to stop But I'd rather speak your name Remember when you came And how you took my breath away So let me hear the echo of your footsteps And let me feel your fingers through my hair I'm trying hard to fill these open spaces And end up counting hours you're not there Lately I'm dreaming of water Burning my feet in the sand Sometimes this world is peculiar It seems like you're always changing your plans But I'd rather speak your name Remember when you came And how you took my breath away So let me hear the echo of your footsteps And let me feel your fingers through my hair I'm trying hard to fill these open spaces And end up counting hours you're not there |
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Singing songs Sinatra sang
Sal the gardener is drunk again She is gone but he remembers Polka dots and breathing hard He dances with an angel in the yard Shapes his cracking lips around her favorite parts and dips her down And you can hear him singing songs Sinatra sang into her ear Stepping left and turning right Their fingers laced together well And he can smell her sweetness if he's still Sunflower wallflower wait in vain, he tips his cap and starts again And you can hear him singing songs Sinatra never sang so dear Car horn blow from time to time Barking dog or a lazy chime Any Friday's band will do just fine |
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"Put the girls up for adoption"
Remember what a mess you were? Though he made mistakes I think we came out alright Tell me is Annaliisa coming? Oh Mama I could cry How the years flew by And now they're out of time She put a finger to her lips A strong arm 'round my waist She said, "Now lay your head here upon my shoulder Let the rain come down People only do just what they want to do Honey, it's not up to you" Ma, it's good to see you I know that he'd be glad you came Do you think they tried to get it right? She grabbed me by my chin Then looked straight into my face She said, "Now lay your head right here on my shoulder Let the rain come down People only do just what they want to do It's all that they can do Now lay your head here upon my shoulder Let the rain fall down People only do what they do It's not up to you Someday baby girl we're gonna sit here all together Just the three of us Somewhere close your papa will be proud Lay your head here on me And let the rain come down Darling, don't you see? They only do what they do Sugar, it's not up to you Now rest your brow right here on my shoulder Let those tears come down 'Cause people only do just what they want to do Honey, it's not up to you It's not up to you" |
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Get together
Get married Have a party Have a baby Isn't it wonderful? Won't it just be wonderful? Then get a better job Get some money Get a brand new car Get somewhere sunny A fourteen year old moment Is fourteen hundred miles away A fourteen year old moment Ain't got nothing on today Got bored Got lazy Got horny Things got too crazy But you were so good So good A fourteen year old moment Is fourteen hundred miles away A fourteen year old moment Ain't got nothing on today A fourteen year old moment Is fourteen hundred miles away Those fifty golden candles ain't got more than a flame No more than your name So get out, get over it, get under, get by, get somebody else Get a friend Get a neighbor Get a dog Get yourself a savior Pick yourself up Knock yourself out A fourteen year old moment Is fourteen hundred miles away A fourteen year old moment Ain't got nothing on today A fourteen year old moment Is fourteen hundred miles away A fourteen year old moment Ain't got nothing on today |
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When Elvis Presley died we were curious
We all knew he was something If a bit mysterious And your mom watched over you sleeping Down from the pages of a girlie magazine I dragged my paisley suitcase Up all those hundred stairs She said my Hollyberry's always welcome here And your daddy smashed up the Porsche And painted the alley with broken oxblood 2x4s for no reason She used to date the king They probably did it and everything She doesn't walk too well since the stroke But she can sure tell a dirty joke And your mom watched over you sleeping Down from the pages of a girlie magazine And your daddy smashed up the Porsche And painted the alley |
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The swollen cotton cups
Are almost overflown An eye up to the keyhole A model town below is sleeping quietly And when the man turns on I tighten up my belt The quivering is delicious Imagining the time it takes to fall back down Someday soon we'll be together And someone spilled my gin v But the movie's on Fixing on the picture I watch the words and wipe my eyes carefully Someday soon we'll be together And it would be so easy to never ever stop And only hope to pass out Long before I reach the ground Someday soon we'll be together |
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