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from Chavez - Gone Glimmering (2002)
I made it up to the fool the wax-faced lap dogs
Who set the traps and when you're weak they finally paid you Crave rapid hands With pride and finesse And you could finger through the piles Let all the drummers come to meet the champions Break up your band And blast with the cold next to joy And blast with the cold next to joy Make it stop so you can I'll make all arrangements It has been approved Clip your dreams and push shit through If you could finger through the piles Let all the drummers come to meet the champions Break up your band Stale sexless loud and vague So stop while you can |
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from Chavez - Gone Glimmering (2002)
Remain until the break stops
Put on your guided lasers Pretend that we're impatient Draw it all up and get it no way We're waiting in the basement Rolling all our hopes in little balls ? He's shooting bolts and get it no way Rolling up hopes and get it no way Friends have all left you get it no way Soon the laugh track Engage us and let us feel its cool Soon the laugh track (Lay to?) waste what the rented gods have wrought Take your teeth back We aren't worth....can never chase Now I'm headed for the plan of (God?) Hand your tags and get it no way Friends have all left you get it no way Slaves to the jock girls get it no way Put on your guided lasers |
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from Chavez - Gone Glimmering (2002)
Played out what was the cause?
Stayed up just to sleep straight through it Who threw out what I collected? Nailed to the blank spot where it got lost When I paid attention Hearing what I've never seen before Thinking nothing more And I won't find it It's a holy ghost Where were you when it just left? (yeah) Nailed to the blank spot where it got lost I can't buy attention, I can't pay And knowing that it's here All this time we knew you were onto something That you were onto something |
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from Chavez - Gone Glimmering (2002)
Planets stop revolving in the room
Drown out what's been gained can't be too soon In our pools we're all done All wretched hives While we wait out the law Bound to break the party plans Peeled off the last shot all wrong Peeled off the last shot all wrong You must have guessed that we just missed all wrong We can't hear you giggling in the stalls All wretched hives Giving names to the cause Peeled out too late Peeled out too late to hear us giggling in the stalls |
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from Chavez - Gone Glimmering (2002)
Pack what I lack I don't ever get paid
I got a pentagram ring and I'm loving it I ground (x5) Keep your hands around the coils Keep your hands around the coils You could lead you kids to Rome We're leaving home We're leaving home for good You could lead you kids to Rome You could lead you kids to Rome You can say "We're serving up another dose" When they're picking up your clothes Soon you'll all be Closed! Never leave your knife alone Oh, oh, oh, oh, knife |
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from Chavez - Gone Glimmering (2002)
Laid down by the debt we owe to the man
Outsized in match his skills Gotta lay the beat down Drop a dime outside Like the boy down Lo All this time felt like Hanging like a badass Only I can tell Only I can tell Only I can tell, Relax! Cheap jabs in his eyes I stand and supply weak lines For beat Xerox, hate it but it looks good I don't like that style I don't like that style I don't like that style, Relax! It only goes around so long I always make these jokes too long If we get bold they might go on We don't hope We don't choke If it glides then only I can throw relaxed fits I don't like that style I don't like that style I don't like that style Hate it but it looks good Hate it but it looks good Hate it but it looks good Everybody looks good |
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from Chavez - Gone Glimmering (2002)
Found out the flaming phantoms
Turn them into cops Flattened into black stalks And break one off Bold drivers caught the rare truth Got tighter sinking planks of doom And I'm riling up all of the soft gray boys Creamed, surviving the good times Bold drivers caught the rare truth Got tighter The proper way to treat your songs Ends with a flaming gong |
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from Chavez - Gone Glimmering (2002)
Pack in tight and breath in more
We have reached the solid core Well beyond the gore All aglow and reaching for The chalice that I pissed into Cover up your sores And turn in your rewards And find out where your ride went If I can't leave Tight Up high across the cold lips You're all routed on the same trip I get paid to wreck the good ship How could I name? How could I name you all? You got passed through all the filters You get it put down on the same lists I get paid to wreck the good ships How could I name? How could I name you all? |
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from Chavez - Ride The Fader (2002)
Pulled out alive
Picking out the ones I didn't want to care for No more collections of salted confections This is where it stops They're on leash again Burning through your afternoon The new joys await you Holding up the high sign Shouting out the punchline Burning through your afternoon The cold joys await you Now that I need more Picked out all the ones I didn't want to care for Spilled out on this floor And this is a move that I am not prepared for What did I stare for? I did not think I'd be here Beating out the dust from A coat I manufactured Where did I learn to make it? Assaulted my confections |
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from Chavez - Ride The Fader (2002)
What's up is he alright?
Smiling wide Ever up and ever overpsyched On every single count he won Scott tried to let him know On the phone I (rung?) out to take the overflow It didn't matter he won Said I learned From my sunburn No misunderstanding ? It's over now Until you wore the (pride?) you won |
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from Chavez - Ride The Fader (2002)
Got so thin from one decision
Saw what goes down hasn't risen After all this something good has got to happen Something good's got to happen Sleep with the lions I stand respectfully in horror and wait Got so thin from one decision I wait attentively and load up my (play?) I stand respectfully in horror and wait To hear Who's next |
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from Chavez - Ride The Fader (2002)
Hung out on the gates
Look up through the grates Memorize this face Better days will haunt you They will say he wants to own you Find the other ways To slip the light through Better days will haunt you Let your model home surround you Find the other ways To push the air through Break the seal My touch won't feel Time wounds all heals If I saw the light I'd be the last to know |
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from Chavez - Ride The Fader (2002)
May light fall upon you
Lead you to your home May I not look on you Take you for my own Fair light fell upon you All our (?) cannot have First light in a new room If the first site that I went to Doesn't feel right right Doesn't feel new Feels just like today And on that day What can I go by? When I can't take To make this go back I waited so long to see it go bad |
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from Chavez - Ride The Fader (2002)
Wrap it around you
(That this found to)? Go on and... Wrap it around you (That this found to)? Go on and... Our boys will shine tonight Go on, move along You can't leave home without one on Be sure, be warm, be wrong Now that you've found new channels to go through Go on and... Knock off the ? to what you want's new Go on, move along You're safe from what you deserve You've paid to have my word Our boys will shine tonight ? Wrap it around you ? |
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from Chavez - Ride The Fader (2002)
Burning through the gates
The doorman takes your chinese star Hiding in the stacks, the guard attacks And nails you hard Chattering in these excited states Your uncertain age gives me the shakes Send me a taste, in the case That my heart can only kill me Make this go fast, I want it now I want it now Excited states Send me a taste, in the case That my heart can only kill me Make this go fast I want it now, there's damage to report Hiding in the stacks, the guard attacks. |
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from Chavez - Ride The Fader (2002)
He erased the phase, you're halfway through.
Stacked up debts, cash for regrets And the good times you had, well they just weren't yours We saw who dropped you off a block from the store His drilling will stick, now we can predict The excuses you'll make, and whose words they'll all take Up against the odds Tight around the jaws Say goodbye to the team, said the separator (I'm not sure on this line) You'll learn to sell out what you bought into You'll come to second-guess the smile she just gave you I'm here to tell you, you're playing with dolls And making explosion sounds, everyone heard I can't see how we're worth getting over Overall, we will be lower Thank the separator The best parts are in coming later Overall, we will be lower |
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from Chavez - Ride The Fader (2002)
Now for how long,
Could you be top pocket man? Now for how long, Could you keep the glass shield tight around you? Try and fill your lungs with the shards you walk through I won, I won Wash out your lungs Light up your gongs Right all your wrongs I won, I won Tickets back to where you came from I won All the tears you tried to keep Now for how long, Could you kill to fall asleep Now for how long, Can you... ? With the first clue Went with the next cue Always finding Now for how long? |
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from Chavez - Ride The Fader (2002)
Yes, you will do now
What can't be done Your unreal is here now Correct, you can learn now What truth denies Your unreal is here now There is nothing to not be amazed at There are weeks upon years upon days that... Things that can happen Happen to you Your unreal is here now There is nothing to not be amazed at There are weeks upon years upon days that... Just take this with you Just take this with you... |
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from Chavez - Ride The Fader (2002)
So you must be stopped
Annihilate the next two months I can throw the watch And get stuck hanging from my thumbs My team's starving in the stable The experts were unable To get a clear view of your table So you must be stopped I get so mild about you When you throw your block I'm just about to ooh yeah And for all the bones you rattle Will complicate the battle The experts were like cattle I did not think about you at all All I want to do is open my barrage Starving in the stables The experts still not able And all I want to do is open my barrage Cause you must be stopped |