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| 4:54 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:12 | 
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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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| 3. |
| 3:59 |
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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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| 4. |
| 4:48 |
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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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| 5. |
| 4:23 |
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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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| 6. |
| 3:58 |
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| 7. |
| 4:25 |
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| 8. |
| 4:17 |
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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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| 9. |
| 5:18 |
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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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| 10. |
| 4:23 |
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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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| 3:57 |
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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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| 12. |
| 3:37 |
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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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| 13. |
| 4:21 |
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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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| 3:16 |
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| 15. |
| 2:48 |
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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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