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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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