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from Husker Du - Candy Apple Grey (1986)
Avalanche looms overhead
Airplane flies overhead Important man sits by the window Sucked out of the first class window Images run by, a thousand miles an hour But the time seems far away Folding clothes in a folding closet Folding money in your resume It's time to let off some pressure It's time to let off some steam All your notebooks get thrown away And you start your diary clean Crystal glass lined up in a row Watched over by the G.I. Joes Sugar in your coffee doesn't taste quite right Feeling the effects for a hundred thousand nights When civilization falls in its grave Technology throws on the dirt You realize the finest things in life Are the ones that can never be hurt Time to let off some pressure Time to let off some steam All your notebooks get thrown away You start your diary clean Crystal glass lined up in a row Watched over by the G.I. Joes Sugar in your coffee doesn't taste quite right Feeling the effects for a hundred thousand nights Shatters your brain It shatters your brain Shatters your brain It shatters your brain Shatters your brain in a million tiny pieces The sounds you hear aren't coming out right You think it might be mystic, you think I might be cryptic The crystal in your china case is breaking in a million tiny pieces |
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from Husker Du - Candy Apple Grey (1986)
I'm curious to know exactly how you are
I keep my distance but that distance is too far It reassures me just to know that you're okay But I don't want you to go on needing me this way And I don't want to know if you are lonely Don't want to know if you are less than lonely Don't want to know if you are lonely Don't want to know, don't want to know The day you left me, left me feeling oh so bad Still I'm not sure about all the doubts we had From the beginning we both knew it wouldn't last Decisions have been made, the die has been cast I don't want to know if you are lonely Don't want to know if you are less than lonely Don't want to know if you are lonely Don't want to know, don't want to know The phone is ringing and the clock says four A.M. If it's your friends, well, I don't want to hear from them Please leave your number and a message at the tone Or you can just go on and leave me alone But I don't want to know if you are lonely Don't want to know if you are less than lonely Don't want to know if you are lonely Don't want to know, don't want to know |
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from Husker Du - Candy Apple Grey (1986)
Time heals, time goes on and time really flies
Time hurts and time can cut you, cut you down to size There's no need to touch you now, no, I'm doing fine Life too can cut you and I've cut you out of mine You're making me sorry Sorry somehow You're making me sorry Sorry somehow There's no need to talk to you, well, to know what's on your mind There's no need to see you either, no, I'm just being kind You want me to beg forgiveness, tender an apology It's not my fault and you're not getting one from me You're making me sorry Sorry somehow You're making me sorry Sorry somehow Now I guess it's your decision, now you decide Take me to the cleaners baby, take me for a ride Whoever cares for your affairs will sort it out for you Send me a subpoena, baby, tell me what to do You're making me sorry Sorry somehow You're making me sorry Sorry somehow I don't have to think about you, think about the past Those days stand out in my mind and those days were the last I know the time is coming and I'm waiting for the day I'd give you everything in the world just to get it out of the way You're making me sorry Sorry somehow You're making me sorry Sorry somehow |
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from Husker Du - Candy Apple Grey (1986)
I'm down again
And I don't know how to tell you But maybe this time I can't come back Because I might be too far down I wish for real That I could turn it on and off Like hot and cold and up and down Because I'm down again I'm too far down I couldn't begin to smile Because I can't even laugh or cry Because I just can't do it If it was so easy to be happy Why am I so down? All I can do is sit and wonder if it's going to end Or if I should just go away forever When I sit and think I wish that I just could die Or let someone else be happy By setting my own self free And you don't want the emotion Because the taste it leaves is for real But nothing's ever real until it's gone And I might be too far down And is this just another thrown away Or is this the end of the whole stupid road But you wouldn't want to know how I feel anyway Because the darkest hole is at the end of the road I'm down again And I guess I'm not the only one who dreams That there's not any way to tell you Because I might be too far down |
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from Husker Du - Candy Apple Grey (1986)
Twenty years ago, saw a friend was walking by
And I stopped him on the street to ask him how it went, and all he did was cry I looked him in the face, but I couldn't see past his eyes Asked him what the problem was, he says "here is your disguise" Now he's hardly getting over it Hardly getting used to getting by Now he's hardly getting over it Hardly getting used to getting by Old man lays down by the railroad tracks Got no paper in his pocket, got no paper on his back I asked him what the time was, he says "to hit the road now, Jack" Went back to see him next week, he died of a heart attack and died away Now he's hardly getting over it He's hardly getting used to getting by Now he's hardly getting over it He's hardly getting used to getting by Grandma, she got sick, she is going to die And Grandpa had a seizure, moved into a hotel cell and died away My parents, they just wonder when they both are going to die And what do I do when they die? Now I'm hardly getting over it Hardly getting used to getting by Hardly getting over it Hardly getting used to getting by |
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from Husker Du - Candy Apple Grey (1986)
Well, I'm standing in the queue
And I can't stand any more missing you And I can't stand the pain And I can't get home 'cause of a hurricane Dead set on destruction Dead set on destruction There's no flights home today And no services out on the motorway And I can't leave the ground And I can't find a place now to put her down Dead set on destruction Dead set on destruction The Atlantic winds are high There's only one virgin and she don't fly And they can't land the plane And they can't get home 'cause of a hurricane Dead set on destruction Dead set on destruction Dead set on destruction Dead set on destruction |
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from Husker Du - Candy Apple Grey (1986)
If I could change my mind, what changes would it bring?
If I could change you, well, it wouldn't change a thing So now you know and now you shouldn't be afraid Oh, no promise have I made Tell me a story, tell me just another lie Well, I can tell you set your expectations high Well, now I've faced up to you facing me betrayed Oh, no promise have I made Well, there's some green and there's some white and there's some gold But brighter colors I have left you to behold It's your good fortune there's a fortune to be paid Oh, no promise have I made |
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from Husker Du - Candy Apple Grey (1986)
When I was younger, worrying about it
Trying to make these decisions for myself And I go on to ask myself what's right and wrong about it And I don't really know what makes it, ask yourself Now I see you, you want to ask me I want you to ask me, I want you to ask me What does it matter? What does it mean? Sometimes I don't know why you want to try and help me I get so confused I start to fall over backwards Then I ask this to myself, and see within myself And wonder what it means, and ask these questions to myself Now I'm a little bit older And I'm not a hell of a lot wiser So I've gotta sit down and contemplate it Should I talk to the mirror, should I talk to the wall? Should I even talk at all? Would a little tiny bit of action, would it make it even seem to matter anymore? I guess it matters just to you All this I've done for you |
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from Bob Mould - Bob Mould (1996)
What you say / what you mean
And the space between those words What you know / anymore I don't think so anymore What you say / what you mean And the distance that's between Those two words / anymore I don't think so anymore What you say / what you mean I don't think so anymore Anymore / time between What you say and what you mean I need more To talk to you so bad So bad I could Cry again, just like last time Don't cry any more / I don't mind It's a waste of time Don't need anymore / time between Between those words, you and me Time between you and me / anymore Anymore / time between / I don't think so any more Time between / what'd you say I don't think so anymore I need more / you need More is what you say Anymore (I'll go away) Sick of yourself / sick of yourself Sick of being someone else I'm sick of myself / sick of Everything I am / any Time between / you and/ everything Time between / you and / this Look at me / look at me I'm as useless as can be No time anymore / not tired anymore Tired of what you see in me Time between / you and me Time between two words any more Not anymore / not anymore It's the time between you and me Not any more / not any more It's the time between you and me Any more |
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from Bob Mould - Bob Mould (1996)
Tired epileptic charade
Get on the plane and fly away I knew you when I knew you when You had something to say The Twentieth Century Has not been particularly kind to me So when asked to define You feign the benign And decline to answer properly You feel threatened now There's other icons flying higher now As you grab for the past You know it won't last There's no need to describe it I hope someone else is driving you I hope someone else intelligent is driving you Now the myth disintegrates Nothing else is permanent |
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from Bob Mould - Bob Mould (1996)
There's a place in the mountains that
we could go We could stock up with diamonds and bars of gold If we wanted a fortune, that's where we'd go And if you wanted to go there, well, let me know And inside Fort Knox, King Solomon is occupied with providence Enough, but not too confident And I get by, goodbye Every night at 11, they drive the gold Through the underground entrance between the poles If we wait for a moment, the guards might go Then I could get the door open and grab some gold But if I should get noticed, don't worry, grab you stuff and go I can deal with King Solomon alone |
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from Bob Mould - Bob Mould (1996)
The next time that you leave I'll throw everything you own so you'll have no reason, no reason to return The next time that you leave I'll burn out my memories, I don't need reminders, remind me to forget You are not a master maybe you have mastered different games that worked with others but I am not the others, You are just a bastard... The next time that you leave I'll learn how to walk again walking towards no future futureless but not for long The next time that you leave I'll turn over in my sleep none there beside me besides the sides you've picked your side You are not the person I expect to grow old with but you have changed your colors and I am not your colors This has simply worsened... The next time that you leave maybe I'll have loads of parties, maybe I'll sit quietly maybe you won't know |
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from Bob Mould - Bob Mould (1996)
It's the sound of my ego spinning out of control
Sounds in my head that might never come out Stuck in my head, and forever reverberate How do you pluck them out? These are the stories that will never unfold All of the characters cast in stone Years surely weathered them, I don't remember them They've all faded away I'm a child, I'm a baby I can change my mind like any other genius This is genius, this is genuine, this is bullshit Suppressing the violent side That ego can override As a child, as a baby As a phenom, as a meteorite Burned out in the galaxy Where the parking lots are oh so bright |
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from Bob Mould - Bob Mould (1996)
Here's the town we live in
This is how the land lays out I bought a map So I could fing my way around / way around Taped the map on the wall Studied every avenue I Found my way around Tried to feel at home for once We worked out a system When one of us would leave A thumbtack stuck showing where we were going All the time time, you wore a hole The same place tacked over and over And I never go there, I never go there But through that hole, you see My faith in you boring deeper and deeper Finally through the wall Map began to rip apart I watched it fall to the floor I didn't bother moving my thumbtack any more |
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from Bob Mould - Bob Mould (1996)
I see you sleep with him
And yeah, I guess that's cool Well, I just stand at the foot of the bed And now yo watch me stew It's not a matter of pride It's not a matter of anything I just watched someone die in this room Now you're watching everything You can go anywhere I'm not in love with your hair And now you stand there and stare I'm not in love with your hair And I don't give a fuck about it I don't give a fuck what you do I'm so sick of being with you I'm so fucked up being with you |
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from Bob Mould - Bob Mould (1996)
You're in a deep karma canyon
And your world is so low Even you don't understand it And you've got nowhere to go All you see is mountains, counting All the steps you have to climb Did you get to the chapter In the book of childrens' rhymes Where the happy ever after Is the ending of all time I wish I could believe it, I Guess I would if I was a child Tell me who will keep score for you As we play every day inside a Deep karma canyon When you mind begins to reconstruct The sadness into laughter Maybe you can turn the karma into Happy ever after If you find a way to do this, I'd Appreciate a hand, I'm in a Deep karma canyon |
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from Bob Mould - Bob Mould (1996)
Overhearing conversations turn
into dust Critically acclaimed and publicity defamed There's nothing I can say about it Much less I could do about it Who cares anyway? Who cares anyway? There's nothing I can do about it Screw it, I don't care about it Nothing I can say about it Hey, it's OK now Monkeys made of brass fly out of your ass Self-destructive fool fell into the pool So content with treading water If it doesn't get much hotter Tired of everyday's morality plays There's nothing I can do about it Screw it, I don't care about it Nothing I can say about it Hey, it's OK now I'm so tired of trying to explain I'm so bored I hardly stand the strain Everything you hate Is everything that you created Rollercoaster pharmacy of ups and downs Endless ride upon your merry-go- round Stupid is as stupid says Now it all goes to your head Inspirations fade / the failing grade |
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from Bob Mould - Bob Mould (1996)
You forsake me
No one walks away, not this time If you can't take this There's only one way out It's over and done, this whole thing Roll over and die tonight And if I couldn't hold you I'd end it all I wish I could have told you why In this world, I've got no other choice There is nothing left at all You don't notice, but that's all right you don't know what it's like Some days I can barely rise But you didn't realize I close my eyes for you |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
There's a girl who lives on Heaven Hill
I go up to her cabin still She keeps a lantern lit for me And a bottle up on her mantelpiece She's the girl who lives on Heaven Hill She's got a big room and it's always a mess Worn out shoes and a worn out dress A worn out smile that she'll wear some more And a worn out welcome mat by her door I'd trade big mountains and rooms full of gold For just one look at the beauty of this woman's soul Up on Heaven Hill is where I wanna be That girl, that bottle, that mattress, and me |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
Looking outside my window
And all I see is grey I'm watching the clouds roll by every day And we make a reservation You say you'll be on time I say, "I might be a little late" Well, I pull it together and brush my teeth And comb my hair I stop to think and I can see you there I think of the times you've waited Just for me to care I care about you Checking the clock inside The room we call our own I see that I'm late, I should be going Hop on a local transit Spending all my change And I can still hear the telephone I wanna go back, but I'm halfway to The place where we will meet And I'm half dead on my feet And once I get there, I see Everything's the same Here comes the rain You left me standing I should have guessed that you'd stand me up Why did I even go, now And I guess it goes to show The snow may well thaw out But it goes right down the drain You left me You left me You left me You left me You left me standing in the rain |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
Now, you look like you just got back from somewhere
Somewhere, yeah, you know that it's true Together we went nearly to nowhere Nowhere really worth going to Standing at the City Center In the middle of the winter I was waiting for you And you were due When I got back, you said you were leaving Leaving, you said right away And coming back for the sake of retrieving Things you'd forgotten on that day Still now my eyes are burning With the sight of your returning Everywhere I look, I'm finding you I remember you Familiar places that we turned into gardens Somewhere, yeah, you know that it's true I'm begging you now a thousand pardons For all of the wastelands we've been through I remember asking whether Or where we could be together You smiled at me, and you said "Soon" |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
Barren lands and barren minds
In another place and time I feel I've never known myself Frozen in the sand again See the blank expressions waiting for progression They're standing still in place and time And no one's moving, they're only Standing still in ice cold ice cold ice All machines and all are one Catching up on what's been done Stealing glimpses from the past These impressions always last Never penetrating, always contemplating We sit and count the blessings but we're blessed by icons No one else could Trust in ice cold ice cold ice We'll stay together till the end Thinking you might be a friend We sit and pray together that they might change the weather My love for you will never die If I sound distant, that's because You shouldn't see me crying ice cold ice |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
I can hear the treetops in the distance
I can see your hollowed eyes What have you done to yourself in this instance? I guess it comes as no surprise I can see the billboards in the distance Writing is on every wall I don't wanna know about your business Sooner or later, friend, you've got to fall Every night it's gotta be adventure The way you live your life's a crime And if you're guilty, will you serve the sentence? You're already doing time There's nothing wrong with having aspirations Nothing wrong with walking tall But if misfortune deals the consequences Sooner or later, friend, you've got to fall I know the difference, you keep your distance I don't wanna know what you've got Is it pathetic to be sympathetic? Maybe you don't wanna get caught Caught up in something that's real That could last for a lifetime Nothing like the disease Disease that's in your mind There's nothing wrong with having aspirations Nothing wrong with walking tall But if misfortune deals the consequences Sooner or later, friend, you've got to fall I can see your life disintegrating Into ashes in your hand And I know you wouldn't want to tell me What is wrong 'cause you're a man I can see the billboards in the distance Writing is on every wall I don't wanna know about your business Sooner or later, friend, you've got to fall |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
With her grandmother's face and her father's brown eyes
Her own force of will to her mother's surprise A whole look about her that says that she may She lifted her arms and she floated away She floated away, she floated away She lifted her arms and she floated away She don't give a damn what the other girls say She lifted her arms and she floated away "Let me talk to you Mother," she tried to confess "Go ahead, honey, and wear the white dress Don't let traditions go stand in your way" She lifted her arms and she floated away She floated away, she floated away She lifted her arms and she floated away She don't give a damn what the other girls say She lifted her arms and she floated away Well, a man has two reasons for things that he does The first one is pride and the second one is love All understandings must come by this way She lifted her arms and she floated away She floated away, she floated away She lifted her arms and she floated away She don't give a damn what the other girls say She lifted her arms and she floated away |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
The gut From the gut
It hurts Hurts so much The same Quite the same You know Know too much It's yours Yours no more It's mine For the time That I'm Without you |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
You've seen it all before
You think it's passe But you listen to the same fucking records Every single day You don't like the people who caught on late If they're having fun, Don't participate, be lethargic You're a hypocrite, you're the target |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
You can do what you want to do
You can say what you want to say You can think what you think you want It doesn't matter anyway It's not funny anymore Play what you want to play Hear what you want to hear Don't worry about the result Or the effect it has on your career Act like you want to act Be what you want to be Find out who you really are And don't pay any attention to me |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
Twenty years ago, saw a friend was walking by
And I stopped him on the street to ask him how it went, and all he did was cry I looked him in the face, but I couldn't see past his eyes Asked him what the problem was, he says "here is your disguise" Now he's hardly getting over it Hardly getting used to getting by Now he's hardly getting over it Hardly getting used to getting by Old man lays down by the railroad tracks Got no paper in his pocket, got no paper on his back I asked him what the time was, he says "to hit the road now, Jack" Went back to see him next week, he died of a heart attack and died away Now he's hardly getting over it He's hardly getting used to getting by Now he's hardly getting over it He's hardly getting used to getting by Grandma, she got sick, she is going to die And Grandpa had a seizure, moved into a hotel cell and died away My parents, they just wonder when they both are going to die And what do I do when they die? Now I'm hardly getting over it Hardly getting used to getting by Hardly getting over it Hardly getting used to getting by |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
Well, I see you walking down the road
And the thoughts within my mind explode But having to hold back taught me a lot about control And letting all loose at once when it was time to let you know You occupied my space and you occupied your mind By jumping off the roof to the first conclusion you can find Now all the silver you can steal Can't buy a piece of what I feel It's sad, but the means, they just don't justify the ends To be forever haunted by the ghosts of all your friends Painful, yeah, that's the way you've chosen it to be C'mon, babe, can't you think of anyone besides me? These are the terms! Now don't think you're the only who has harboured a self-hate I'm just as guilty of selling what my own sweet soul creates And don't feel bad the next time my memory comes creepin' You've got your own bed now, I suggest that's the one you sleep in |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
What's this humming in my head
Was it something that someone said It's connecting us with them Electric wires turned on again It aggravates, and it pacifies Hear the power in the lines Strung high on every pole How can this power be bought and sold? Trying to harness solar rays Making minutes seem like days It captivates, and it hypnotize Hear the power in the lines Powerline |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
Well, they divided up all the land
We've got states and cities Cities have their neighborhoods And more subdivisions There's countries divided by walls Oceans and latitude And longitude, longing to find out Just what they're missing There's lots of area codes And nine digit zip codes Secret decoder ring codes Arteries, shopping nodes We'll invent some new computers Link up the global village And get AP, UPI, Reuters To tell everybody the news We'll be one happy neighborhood Spread out across the world Who's going to stop that burglar From breaking into my house If he lives that far away We'll be just like old friends No means to your ends The police state is too busy And the neighborhood's getting out of hand Big Brother on every wall Muzak plays in all the halls Empires see the rise and fall They divide, conquer It's not about my politics Something happened way too quick Bunch of men who played it sick They divide, conquer It's all here before your eyes Safety is a big disguise That hides among the other lies They divide, conquer Well, I expect I won't be heard 'Cause my silence is assured Never a discouraging word They divide and conquer They divide and conquer |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
Only angels have wings, girl
And poets have all the words The earth belongs to the two of us And the sky belongs to the birds You've given me so much happiness That I'll wrap up and give you this song You gotta grab it with both hands You gotta keep hanging on... The cat walks to the window And I hear the key turn in the door Know one knows and anything goes And everything falls on the floor The apartment starts shaking And the roof opens up to the sun The crows flying in parallel lines And golly, isn't this great fun? Laying in each other's arms We're sleepy, begin to nod And we start to dream of grandiose things Oh god, oh god, oh god You gotta keep hanging on |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
Love and hate was in the air, like pollen from a flower
Somewhere in April time, they add another hour I guess I better think up a way to spend my time Just when I'm ready to sit inside, it's summertime Should I go swimming or get a friend to hang around It's back to summer, it's back to basics, hang around Getting drunk out on the beach, or playing in a band And getting out of school meant getting out of hand Was this your celebrated summer? Was that your celebrated summer? Then the sun disintegrates between a wall of clouds I summer where I winter at, and no one is allowed there Do you remember when the first snowfall fell? When summer barely had a snowball's chance in hell? |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
I was talking
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
A nine digit number
For every living soul That is all they talk about At Data Control They know everything about you Keeping secrets is too hard Your life is all recorded for you In holes punched in computer cards Data Control (digital readout) Data Control (perforated feedout) Data Control (microfilm files) Data Control (1984 style) A multinational corporation A stockholder's dream A nightmare of diversity A defense system so supreme Too technical to talk about Too complex for layman's brains It's enough to make you paranoid Or drive you crazy losers sane |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
Government authorize education
[Don't mean a thing] They'll teach you what they want you to think [Don't mean a thing] Saturation of stars and stripes [Don't mean a thing] The only freedom worth fighting for is for what you think Why bother spending time Reading up on things Everybody's an authority In a free land |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go
They're ready to go now They got their surfboards And they're going to the Discotheque Du Go Go But Sheena just couldn't stay She had to break away Well New York City really has it all Oh ya, oh ya. Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker now. She's a punk punk, a punk rocker Punk punk, a punk rocker Punk punk, a punk rocker. |
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from Husker Du - Zen Arcade (2000)
Something I learned today
Black and white is always grey Looking through the window pane I'm not inside your brain Something I learned today Yield to the right-of-way Stopping at a four-way sign Someone else's rules, not mine Something I learned today Never look straight in the sun's rays Letting all the sunshine in Can't remember where I've been |
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from Husker Du - Zen Arcade (2000)
There are things that I'd like to say
But I'm never talking to you again There's things that I'd like to phrase some way But I'm never talking to you again I'm never talking to you again I'm never talking to you I'm tired of wasting all my time Trying to talk to you I'd put you down where you belong But I'm never talking to you again I'd show you everywhere you're wrong But I'm never talking to you again |
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from Husker Du - Zen Arcade (2000)
I picked up my belongings
In a nylon carry-all I hear the porter call He said, "The sky's the limit On this chartered trip away," Guess I'd better stay Out there on the desert I see trees on every wall Nothing's ever solved He said, "The sky's the limit On this chartered trip away," Guess I'd better stay away I thought I owed myself a trip away I wanted to go to places I have never been away I looked at the pictures Imagine where they lay away On a beach, by the sea Where their clothes all lay away I picked up my belongings In a nylon carry-all I hear the porter call Horizon is oblivious, chartered trip away Guess I'd better stay Out there on the desert I see trees on every wall Nothing's ever solved Horizon is oblivious, chartered trip away Guess I'd better stay away I thought I owed myself a trip away I wanted to go to places I have never been away I looked at the pictures Imagine where they lay away On a beach, by the sea Where their clothes all lay away I picked up my belongings In a nylon carry-all I hear the porter call He said, "There's no returning From this chartered trip away,"... |
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Questions like a candle that's burning at both ends
Never find an answer that fits in your plans Back and forth between the good and the bad it's indecision time You're so natural, you're so free So don't decide what's best for me Nothing in your life is ever going on course You wonder if living could be much worse Go to the left, go to the right Your mind is going to keep you up all night You twist in your sleep, grabbing the sheets, sweating to death Sucking on pollution like a rattle in your mouth You're a big fucking kid, you don't know what you're about Tell me about your fellow man You wipe their shit all over your hands |
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Krsna walking down the street
Touching me with lotus feet Going to talk to Radharani Going to ask her for her money Hare Krsna |
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from Husker Du - Zen Arcade (2000)
It's a one-horse town
One big desert Asphalt desert Asphalt jungle Beyond the threshold, beyond the threshold Change for the worse Change nonetheless Hey hey hey Got no place to stay Beyond the threshold I hear machines They burst at the seams But tar and feathers All stick together Beyond the threshold, beyond the threshold Greetings from here I wish you were here Hear what I say but You can't hear me at all Beyond the threshold... |
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from Husker Du - Zen Arcade (2000)
Why did you back me into a corner?
I didn't mean it, it was just an act My friend's outside, can't he come in? And everybody else Stupid pride Selfish pride Stupid pride Why does everybody have to be like that? "Out", just an act His parents love him They send him money But he won't come back No reaction, no response Forget him, just forget him |
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You think you've made it to the top
Because people know your name It's still the same Your daydreams aren't forever Better get your shit together for a new game Back to your day job Back to your girlfriend Back to your hometown The biggest lie Passing harsher judgment But you brought it on yourself by being you Your trade your respect for no success You tried to be a hero But you end up nothing |
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Can you feel it, feel it, feel it
In your soul Can you tell me Tell me if it's hot or cold Can you tell me what it is Does it hurt you when I do this Stop it, stop it, stop it You're pulling too hard Stop it You're going too far I love it, I hate it, I love it I hate it too I love it So how about you? Can you tell me 'cause I don't know Why don't you tell me why it is so Confusing! |
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from Husker Du - Zen Arcade (2000)
There was no one all around
There was no one there but me I was staring out a window I was standing by the sea The waves kept on repeating Each one crashing to the shore And my footprints nowhere leading As they disappeared once more Your senses are bombarded By the roaring that you hear In a shell you can hear the ocean When you put it up to your ear |
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from Husker Du - Zen Arcade (2000)
Searching for the truth but all I ever find is lies
Trying to find identity but I just find a disguise Looking at the nightmare when I try to see the dream Finding a reality as perfect as it seems Somewhere the dirt is washed down with the rain Somewhere there's happiness instead of pain Somewhere satisfaction has no name Somewhere I can be the same Looking down on everything it seems a total bore Missing all the people that I've never met before Trying to find an unknown something I consider best I don't know if I'll find it, but until then I'll be DEPRESSED ... |
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Going out each day to score
She was no whore but for me Celebrating every day The way she thought it should be And I don't know what to do Now that pink has turned to blue And I don't know what to do Now that pink has turned to blue She was always by my side And never tried to leave Standing up for me And like a tree for what she believed And I don't know what to do Now that pink has turned to blue And I don't know what to do Now that pink has turned to blue No more rope and too much dope She's lying on the bed Angels pacing Gently placing roses 'round her head |
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from Husker Du - Zen Arcade (2000)
Been through mass destruction once, but once was not enough
Said we want a second chance, and all they say is tough A world where science went too far, there's no way to survive Why can't we get this thing straightened out, 'cause I want to stay alive They burned and bombed the east and north, and there's no place left to go The Sun Belt's overcrowded, so let's annex Mexico The peso's only worth a dime, but they've got all that land There's no need for a civil war - we know they'll understand, right? Is that how you like it? Factories left unattended, crumbling to the ground We tried to keep them running, but there's no more oil around We used it all to fight a war that neither side could win Well, Vietnam was Little League compared to where we've been Now we live in caves and huts, and we don't have pay TV And everyone is signing up for the newest industry Standard oil goes solar power, all try to make a buck I'll sit around, smoke cigarettes, and I'll babble, "What the fuck?" That's how I like it We'll sign up for the newest industry... |
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He lives in his imagination with those friends of his very own
He doesn't get along with the outside world, he'd rather be alone Sometimes when it's late at night he starts to wonder why (The plans he made can never happen, so all he does is cry) His parents, they can't understand why their son, he turned out wrong He runs away from all the pain, and forgets them when he's gone He'd rather be all by himself, because his plans they seem the best He finally gets the nerve one day, and now life becomes a test Whatever you want, whatever you do, wherever you go, whatever you say Whatever you want, whatever you do, wherever you go, whatever you say Whatever you want, whatever you do, wherever you go, whatever you say Whatever you want, whatever you do, wherever you go, whatever you say Mom and Dad, I'm sorry, Mom and Dad, don't worry I'm not the son you wanted, but what could you expect? I've made my world of happiness to combat your neglect |
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from Husker Du - Zen Arcade (2000)
Don't give up
Don't let go Don't give in Don't let on In your bed Late at night Red hot red Don't get up |
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from Husker Du - Zen Arcade (2000)
If there's one thing that I can't explain
Is why the world has to have so much pain With all the ways of communicating We can't get in touch with who we're hating So turn on, turn on, turn on the news I hear it every day on the radio Somebody shoots a guy he don't even know Airplanes falling out of the sky A baby is born and another one dies Highways fill with refugees Doctors finding out about disease With all this uptight pushing and shoving That keeps us away from who we're loving So turn on, turn on, turn on the news |
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from Husker Du - Ware House/ Songs & Stories (1998)
Well, you get up every morning
And you see it's still the same All the floors and all the walls And all the rest remains Nothing changes fast enough The hurry-worry days It makes you want to give it up And drift into a haze Revelations seem to be another way To make the days go fast anyways We're all exchanging pleasantries No matter how we feel And no one knows the difference 'Cause it all seems so unreal You'd better grab ahold of something Simple, but it's true If you don't stop to smell the roses now They might end up on you Expectations only mean you really think you know What's coming next, and you don't Yearbooks with their autographs From friends you might have had These are your important years You'd better make them last Falling in and out of love just like... These are your important years, your life Once you've seen the light, you suddenly Realize it might end up all right It might end up all right now Yearbooks with their autographs From friends you might have had These are your important years You'd better make them last Falling in and out of love just like... These are your important years, your life |
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from Husker Du - Ware House/ Songs & Stories (1998)
She gave her little child a name
A ward of welfare she became And then one day she met a man Digging through the trash for cans Charity, chastity, prudence, and hope It was his aluminum That attracted her to him And quite a day there did unfold Turning garbage into gold Charity, chastity, prudence, and hope She took that money in a trunk And bought a bunch of worthless junk And now they're back where they began Digging through the trash for cans Charity, chastity, prudence, and hope |
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from Husker Du - Ware House/ Songs & Stories (1998)
Looking outside my window
And all I see is grey I'm watching the clouds roll by every day And we make a reservation You say you'll be on time I say, "I might be a little late" Well, I pull it together and brush my teeth And comb my hair I stop to think and I can see you there I think of the times you've waited Just for me to care I care about you Checking the clock inside The room we call our own I see that I'm late, I should be going Hop on a local transit Spending all my change And I can still hear the telephone I wanna go back, but I'm halfway to The place where we will meet And I'm half dead on my feet And once I get there, I see Everything's the same Here comes the rain You left me standing I should have guessed that you'd stand me up Why did I even go, now And I guess it goes to show The snow may well thaw out But it goes right down the drain You left me You left me You left me You left me You left me standing in the rain |
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from Husker Du - Ware House/ Songs & Stories (1998)
Now, you look like you just got back from somewhere
Somewhere, yeah, you know that it's true Together we went nearly to nowhere Nowhere really worth going to Standing at the City Center In the middle of the winter I was waiting for you And you were due When I got back, you said you were leaving Leaving, you said right away And coming back for the sake of retrieving Things you'd forgotten on that day Still now my eyes are burning With the sight of your returning Everywhere I look, I'm finding you I remember you Familiar places that we turned into gardens Somewhere, yeah, you know that it's true I'm begging you now a thousand pardons For all of the wastelands we've been through I remember asking whether Or where we could be together You smiled at me, and you said "Soon" |
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from Husker Du - Ware House/ Songs & Stories (1998)
Barren lands and barren minds
In another place and time I feel I've never known myself Frozen in the sand again See the blank expressions waiting for progression They're standing still in place and time And no one's moving, they're only Standing still in ice cold ice cold ice All machines and all are one Catching up on what's been done Stealing glimpses from the past These impressions always last Never penetrating, always contemplating We sit and count the blessings but we're blessed by icons No one else could Trust in ice cold ice cold ice We'll stay together till the end Thinking you might be a friend We sit and pray together that they might change the weather My love for you will never die If I sound distant, that's because You shouldn't see me crying ice cold ice |
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from Husker Du - Ware House/ Songs & Stories (1998)
You never used to care for fancy new obsessions
You never used to have a reason to be bored Now you indulge yourself with new ways of possession Now you indulge yourself and your feelings are ignored And you're coloring your life with too much spice There was a time, there was a place, there was a reason There was a situation comfortable for you You've tasted everything in this here bag of season But now you're bored and you've run out of things to do And you're coloring your life with too much spice You don't see anything, your eyes are so revealing They're sharply focused on looking for a thrill You've turned so numb, you never notice any feeling Your thoughts are dead and you've still got some time to kill And you're coloring your life with too much spice |
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from Husker Du - Ware House/ Songs & Stories (1998)
Panhandle, pedal faster
Playing card, listen, master Pointed gun, aim to please No one talking, no one sees Take a stand and collect Images and imageless Think in rhymes every time Someone was a friend of mine Visionary, in a cage, Londonderry Visionary, foggiest notion, visionary Visionary Strip away the silver and the gold Torn up stories in your cage Never time to be a sage So sublime Growing old before your time Visionary, in a cage, Londonderry Visionary, foggiest notion, visionary Visionary Strip away the silver and the gold |
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from Husker Du - Ware House/ Songs & Stories (1998)
With her grandmother's face and her father's brown eyes
Her own force of will to her mother's surprise A whole look about her that says that she may She lifted her arms and she floated away She floated away, she floated away She lifted her arms and she floated away She don't give a damn what the other girls say She lifted her arms and she floated away "Let me talk to you Mother," she tried to confess "Go ahead, honey, and wear the white dress Don't let traditions go stand in your way" She lifted her arms and she floated away She floated away, she floated away She lifted her arms and she floated away She don't give a damn what the other girls say She lifted her arms and she floated away Well, a man has two reasons for things that he does The first one is pride and the second one is love All understandings must come by this way She lifted her arms and she floated away She floated away, she floated away She lifted her arms and she floated away She don't give a damn what the other girls say She lifted her arms and she floated away |
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from Husker Du - Ware House/ Songs & Stories (1998)
I can walk the bed of nails
I'm not the only one But some, they cannot walk the jagged line Callous, concentrating For nails are sharp as lies I run the jagged line From years and years of practice I know just how to stand Alone with perfect balance, hand in hand Prepared with boards and hammers And several bags of nails I could build a wall to lean on Roof above my mind I can see you've got your own plans Please don't drive your nails into this heart of mine I can walk the bed of nails Grin and bear the pain But some, they cannot deal with all things Always sacrificing For lies are sharp as nails And all the pain it brings Sometimes I just pretend that all the lies are true And I know I might depend on you But if my concentration breaks I'm washed away with pain And then my feet begin to bleed upon my only bed of nails And I'm stuck here in the middle of a sea of lies Inside my bed of nails From years and years of practice I know just how to stand Alone with perfect balance, hand in hand Prepared with boards and hammers And several bags of nails I could build a wall to lean on Roof above my mind I can see you've got your own plans Please don't drive your nails into this heart of mine |
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from Husker Du - Ware House/ Songs & Stories (1998)
I see the sun and I see the calendar
The days go floating by so slowly in a blur I read the numbers and I discard everyone I burn my fingers on the pages of the sun I'll tell you why tomorrow Moonlight pulling all the water to the beaches Soaking time into everything that it reaches Turn it upside down and count the spilling sand Seize the moment with a minute hand I'll tell you why tomorrow Men and animals are floating through the sky Every month or so a new one passes by Forming circles 'round the planets in the air Find a newspaper and it is printed there I'll tell you why tomorrow |
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from Husker Du - Ware House/ Songs & Stories (1998)
Well, the actual condition of my mind
Is elusive as the answers that I find I keep going through transition From doubt to indecision It's the actual condition of my mind Well, the actual condition of my soul Sometimes feels like being sucked into a hole And I've come to this position Regardless of religion It's the actual condition of my soul The actual condition of my heart Feels like two hands that are ripping it apart I keep losing definition But still I keep on wishin' It's the actual condition of my heart |
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from Husker Du - Ware House/ Songs & Stories (1998)
I hear some news, I read the words
It's different every day I get my thoughts from a letter that's lost That someone threw away It says, "Don't give up, 'cause you can't give away" The thought's appreciated Now at the best, you've second guessed And never should you have waited (Never changes the things I feel inside Sit by a lake and cry Like a shingle on a roof in a windstorm Should I let loose and fly?) An overpass, and some corn in a field Fat birds on the line Dented guard rail, immaculate bumper Protecting your design A broken down shack with a pond in the back Laundry out to dry Some of them barren, some of them whole All of them have no time (Never changes the things I feel inside Sit by a lake and cry Like a shingle on a roof in a windstorm Should I let loose and fly?) Come along with me Come along, come along with me We'll go to places that we have never seen And if we're together, we'll have a happy time 'Cause I got no reservations |
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from Husker Du - Ware House/ Songs & Stories (1998)
Several times I've tried
Everything to make you feel all right (Turn it around) Is anything working? Several times I've died inside And then I see you get uptight (Turn it around) We gotta get back Turn it around I've got time on my side And you've got time on your side Now it's only time to decide Which side you're on We've tried everything in sight To make it turn out all right Now is the only time Now is the only time Now it's time to try to turn it around Several times I've wished That everything would slip into a void (Turn it around) Does it even matter now? It's time to figure out The things we want, and things that we'll avoid (Turn it around) We gotta get back Turn it around I don't grab for straws anymore And you don't sink your claws anymore But the more I think The less I really know about myself We gotta turn it around Before it goes into the ground Now is the only time Now is the only time Now it's time to try to turn it around Several times tried to turn it around Several ways tried to turn it around There's several morals and there's several plays Several parts that anyone can try It's enough to make you cry I may not think that I'm right But I know the things I've got Are gonna turn out all right We gotta get back, turn it around I may not be anything And you might be the biggest thing But the biggest thing to me Is making this thing work for life We gotta turn it around Before it goes into the ground Now is the only time Now is the only time Now it's time to try to turn it around Several times tried to turn it around Several ways tried to turn it around Several times tried to turn it around Several ways tried to turn it around |
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from Husker Du - Ware House/ Songs & Stories (1998)
Pass away the hours, hear the footsteps of the past
Walking up the stairs of time, knowing that I'm trapped Cold winds of indifference persuade a movement south Thinking that it's better there The warmer climes that we seek out Poor bird flies up in the air, never getting anywhere And how much misery can one soul take? Trying to fly away might have been your first mistake Poor bird flies up in the air Never getting anywhere Picking petals off a flower, loves me, loves me not Is love another way to count the things you haven't got? We wish the best to all our friends, young and old alike When the dust has settled in the sky, you can have anything you like Poor bird flies up in the air, never getting anywhere And how much misery can one soul take? Trying to fly away might have been your first mistake Poor bird flies up in the air Never getting anywhere Poor bird flies up in the air, never getting anywhere And how much misery can one soul take? Trying to fly away might have been your first mistake Poor bird flies up in the air Never getting anywhere |
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from Husker Du - Ware House/ Songs & Stories (1998)
You're looking for a chance to give your mind a rest
Now please correct me if I'm wrong The story goes that I'm terribly impressed I guess I've known it all along Walk, walk away, keep on walking away Figured it out that I'd been wasting all my time And time was eating at my soul Now I find comfort only somewhere in my mind Free to pursue another goal Walk, walk away, keep on walking away I can be fine, I can be free I can be beautiful without you torturing me Walk, walk away, keep on walking away Go You can live at home now You can live at home now |
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from Bob Mould - Workbook (2003)
Wishing well runs wet and dry
I wish for things I never had Surrounds and wells up in my eyes The screaming voice, it lies Wishing well gets someone's attention Every wish you ever had In a day of nights, in the darkest of light Sits and cries, watch the lies Could you give me a wish if I tell you what I want? Will the price be no object? I wish for dreams of light I live for wishing well surprise Deepest light, the secret lies Wishing well gives you all that you desire Homes and trains, and the greenest of plains That you ever happened upon The silent wish, it calls you out Calls you out by name Lays upon the plain, on the mountain high City lights, wish delights What if the waters and wishes appear? Will the price be no object? I wish for dreams of light I live for wishing well surprise Twist and shape on the winding twine Around the spindle winds Wish again, four times again Four wishes deep into the well There's a price to pay for a wish to come true Trade a small piece of your life Roots in the soil, uprooting the soil Mountain high, the mountain high The wish is only to speak a kind Kind of word, so benign absurd The well, three wishes run dry Wishing well is dry When no grass grows, the weeds run in line Wish three wishes, three wishes run dry |
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from Bob Mould - Workbook (2003)
Days come, days go by
So it matters, so you say But it's all coming back in a way And nothing will ever change The words exchanged for revenge inside You know these things take time Now and then, these words Make me laugh so powerful Going through several lies They've never been so true I know that I'm used to time You know what it is, don't you? Some words make us all cry It's so talented If anybody could read my mind And share with me these thoughts Of all the enemies left behind And friends that time forgot Pretending nothing could ever faze you Well, some things never change Tell me why do these words ring home How can you heartbreak a stranger? Days come, days go by So it matters, so you say But it's all coming back in a way And everyone knows a way And everybody runs away From somebody who cries |
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from Bob Mould - Workbook (2003)
Poison thoughts in my mind
Got to free myself from this bind I know I'm a reasoning guy In an act like Jesus Christ Stare into the sun You don't see eye to eye with anyone I throw it all away (Don't talk to me no more) The more I think, the less I've got to say (I don't remember you no more) About these poison years: it's just a memory And every time you knock me down It's all that I can do to get up off the ground Pull myself apart again At the end of this rope Rope at the end of the line I see you swing by your neck on a vine Treason is the reason for my poison years Leaves are changing seasons of my poison years Poison years in my mind Got to free myself from this bind I know I'm a reasoning guy Every time you knock me down It's all that I can do to get up To get up off the ground |
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I walk through the day
Through the open fields I walk to my truck To my truck and drive away To the road Through the broken roads, trusty road I was headed for the road The road that runs that way And I, I see the train The trains don't run to Brasilia I walked through the fields Through the fields to Brasilia My ticket stub says I'm going I'm going to Trenton When my friends stop by I try to impress them, no buildings over two stories high Except my house, oh my my, I see See crossed lattice work made out of brick I see buildings With laundry hanging out of the window Never in my wildest dreams would I think I'd see Brasilia crossed with Trenton When you live in the middle of nowhere Your imagination runs away and wild You make games, I make games that I play most once a day I pretend Brasilia turned to Trenton Brasilia crossed with Trenton Department store The only place that I buy clothes anymore I used to be a big shopper 'round the world Big credit cards, they don't matter anymore 'Cause I can't pay any money that I owe To these cards anymore They don't take these things down at the bank They just take money Imagine yourself in the middle of nowhere Imagination runs away for a while I play games about once a day or so I don't know, that's where I'd rather go Brasilia crossed with Trenton I wish that I could tell my story To all the people that listened to my story long ago I knew that this would happen sooner or later That I'd get disillusioned with it all Just throw my hands up to the sky and say Oh Lord, what happened, what happened To make things run this way Imagine yourself in the middle of nowhere Your imagination runs away for a while You learn to play games about once every day or so I walked to Brasilia crossed with Trenton Brasilia crossed with Trenton |
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from Bob Mould - Workbook (2003)
Found a book of interest the other day
Compositions for the young and old to sing Poems written many years ago They told of family and hope and other things Put together in the old days When fifteen cents, it was a buck That's when five would get you ten Before it took you eight just to get you one Some people, they don't care when they're down on their luck Cheap thrills are awful hard to find these days No one is amused for free Someone's pulling on your mama's apron strings You'd better run and see who it is Playing cards with your neighbors on the back porch Singing with an old beat-up guitar Going to the local swimming hole Until they closed it down, now there's nowhere to go Things used to be so simple, long time ago Now everything is so expensive and complicated I hear you need a license for just about anything Used to be that a handshake was a man's word Now we settle arguments in court No one trusts anyone's intentions anymore Rummaging through the attic when I'm home It brings back those memories to me I'd amuse myself when I was small When I was younger, the simplest things would do Now I'm on everybody's mailing list For things I can't afford to buy I hear the weatherman He says ""It looks like rain for a while"" I guess I'll have to stay inside Make peanut butter sandwiches and cry |
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from Bob Mould - Workbook (2003)
Well, the silence in this house
It echoes in this house I pull myself together, say "Today I will get out" The world, it changed without me You should hear what I've been told The streets I see are blasphemy Lined with paper cups and gold And in some dream, I think That every word I dare to speak Someone's always leaning over me Lean all over me A giant vision in the distance Chase that rainbow down I hear a pound, pound, pounding in my chest I hear a knock, a knocking sound It's the slivers flowing through my veins It's a sign that I'm alive You're lucky, oh my friend, so lucky You're lucky just to be alive As words go turning by I wish they'd all come clear In this room Another lonely afternoon I can count the lonely days I get by, as they go by Standing in the stairway by this room By this room (They've held me down for long enough; Like a flower, I need to grow) The frail and tender heart Been shipwrecked with a fool Feeling so abused, well, sometimes Life can be so cruel And the ones who make decisions for you Well, they better understand But you don't know what made me think of that Lonely afternoon |
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from Bob Mould - Workbook (2003)
Wire cage with rope and wooden framing doors behold
Prancing for the camera in some monthly centerfold It's the loneliest I've been so far Someone left the golden door ajar Innocent they stand and picking up across the ground Hope to clear a path in garden this whole year around When they all line up When they all line up Chicken surely knows that fox so well Chicken understands that fox so well Over the fence and down the field Runs that fox so sly Stealing embryo Take those golden go Dreaming, I am Try to fly in desperation, wings come into view Nicotine is from my system, assistance Sleep, I have been sleeping for so long Run with safety underneath the feet they so adore Hen suspects the fox on guard beside the golden door Sweating from my system I'll make across the wall I'll tumble down the wall Dreaming, I am |
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from Bob Mould - Workbook (2003)
Jackrabbit done run cross that road
Goin' to motel in the sky That rabbit done, story been told Why that jackrabbit done go die? Old turtle go next cross that road He crawlin' as low as he can That turtle done talk to that toad Turtle don't cross here again And everybody goes whichever way the wind blows Young chicken done cross near that road He listen to traffic go by That chicken done, story been told To get to the other side I warn ya, don't go near that road I know that road, it's a bitch I walk right next to that road All hanging out in the ditch If ever you travel that road You better keep over your side And keepin' your hands on the wheel That road be a long road to ride |
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from Bob Mould - Black Sheets Of Rain (1999)
Checking in every morning
To the sound of steam and caffeine The sludge in the bottom of the cup Just like the sludge in the stream Slag heap keep growing higher Every morning the sky, it's on fire And it's only 9 AM again Is there an upside to every downside? Keep it inside, it's a downward slide of broken glass Keeps building in piles And I don't know I don't know if the sun ever smiles It's the black sheets of rain Following me again Everywhere I go Everywhere I've been Following me again I feel the toxins fill my blood stream as I'm walking through the parking lot Over and over and over and over and over and over The clouds hanging over Choking the life out of me The motto seems to be ""We work in order to be free"" It's the black sheets of rain Following me again Everywhere I go Everywhere I've been Following me again Over and over and over and over and over and over again Where were you in my hour of need (I never see the sun stop shining) The clouds roll over the sunlight (Someone stopped the sun from shining) And I stand here, ready to bleed (I never see the sun stop shining) A little rain is all we need (Someone stopped the sun from shining) Where will you be in my darkest hour of need? (I never see the sun stop shining) Where will you be in my darkest hour of need? (Someone stopped the sun) Here it comes again |
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from Bob Mould - Black Sheets Of Rain (1999)
Stand guard over what is mine
Stand guard day and night to watch over me and mine I keep at a distance, it suits me just fine I need no assistance, I stand guard all the time I meant it as a threat It's a promise you can keep Don't want no interference Standing up in my sleep Stand guard over sea and land I watch what they've done to this earth, I don't need no master plan When all the consequences have far been outweighed by selfish reward I feel an obligation sometimes I'm not quite sure what it's toward There's got to be some reason that we all keep on living More often than not we leave this earth With at least two handfuls of misgiving I stand guard over what is rightfully mine I watch all this beauty disintegrating To stand guard is not enough Makes me feel like I'm waiting for something horrendous to happen but I stand guard over family and friends It's all that I can do to stand here and watch how this lifetime ends I've never felt as much as I feel for you now I'm not about to stand here and watch this whole world bring you down I see how it brings you down But I will stand guard for you I will stand guard over you |
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