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from Clutch - Transnational Speedway League: Anthems, Anecdotes And Undeniable Truths (1993)
This was always the last place
I expected to be Once upon an apocalypse So better make the most of it So I said to the horsemen Have a Coke and a smile So I said to the horsemen Why not stick around for a while? But they said You Got The Wrong One Baby The New Generation is pushing up some daisies And by decree of Rapture Inc. We're closing this here market permanently Coming down like a ton of lead More bang for your buck More pangs for the dead Coca Cola and Armageddon I like it, like it, yes I do So they Tried to teach the world to sing In perfect harmony But it was way off key So here comes the big RC The melting pot boils The bible belt breaks And young America begins to sing Coca Cola and Armageddon We like it, like it, yes we do Coca Cola and Armageddon It's The Real Thing now Come and get it |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Some days go by, I wish I were famous
Or maybe religious, so I could go to heaven Just like you I can have a big house, complain about taxes Payoff my ex's, ain't that living No one makes fun of me, cause I can't stand up for myself Whoa, 21 and invincible Can't wait to screw this up Whoa, 21 and invincible I'm in power for the hour I guess today's gonna blow us away I've got a girlfriend She tells me she needs me And she loves me We'll probably get married Oh no, and everyone will bite their tongues so hard they bleed When mom hears this song She'll tell me I'm crazy She'll say to me: 'Son you're much too young, go have some fun don't waste your youth like I did' Whoa, 21 and invincible Can't wait to screw this up Whoa, 21 and invincible I'm in power for the hour I guess today's gonna blow us away And it's been autumn since the day that I met you If I hit bottom must I crawl out alone? And I don't wish to know the secrets of summer at all Whoa, 21 and invincible Can't wait to fuck this up Whoa, 21 and invincible I'm in power for the hour I guess today's gonna blow us away |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Some days go by,
I wish I was famous Or maybe religious, so I could go to heaven Just like you I can have a big house, complain about taxes Payoff my ex's, ain't that living No one makes fun of me, cause I can't stand up for myself Woah, 21 and invincible Woah, can't wait to screw this up And woah, 21 and invincible I'm in power for the hour I guess today's gonna blow us away I've got a girlfriend She tells me she needs me And she loves me We'll probably get married Oh no, and everyone will bite their tongues so hard they'll bleed When mom hears this song She'll tell me I'm crazy And she'll say to me Son you're much too young, go have some fun don't waste Your youth like I did And woah, 21 and invincible Woah, can't wait to screw this up And woah, 21 and invincible I'm in power for the hour I guess today's gonna blow us away And it's been autumn since the day that I met you If I hit bottom, I'd crawl out alone And I don't wish you know the secrets of summer at all And woah, 21 and invincible Woah, can't wait to fuck this up And woah, 21 and invincible I'm in power for the hour I guess today's gonna blow us away |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Some days go by,
I wish I was famous Or maybe religious, so I could go to heaven Just like you I can have a big house, complain about taxes Payoff my ex's, ain't that living No one makes fun of me, cause I can't stand up for myself Woah, 21 and invincible Woah, can't wait to screw this up And woah, 21 and invincible I'm in power for the hour I guess today's gonna blow us away I've got a girlfriend She tells me she needs me And she loves me We'll probably get married Oh no, and everyone will bite their tongues so hard they'll bleed When mom hears this song She'll tell me I'm crazy And she'll say to me Son you're much too young, go have some fun don't waste Your youth like I did And woah, 21 and invincible Woah, can't wait to screw this up And woah, 21 and invincible I'm in power for the hour I guess today's gonna blow us away And it's been autumn since the day that I met you If I hit bottom, I'd crawl out alone And I don't wish you know the secrets of summer at all And woah, 21 and invincible Woah, can't wait to fuck this up And woah, 21 and invincible I'm in power for the hour I guess today's gonna blow us away |
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from Clutch - Transnational Speedway League: Anthems, Anecdotes And Undeniable Truths (1993)
if you thought it was boring in Jordan
then come out here for a day and by the way the name's Marcus but if you like you can call me sensei well the emperor's in the pigsty and the geisha's in the shack and you better believe I'll hold em there till the feds they pay me back kamikaze backbone nine iron spitfire continental samurai o my lord brown sugar, sweet potato sour mash, baby back redneck romance bless my soul hari cari and combines come dancin with me hari cari and combines won't you come dancin with me yes I'm a new world samurai and a redneck nonetheless yes I'm a new world samurai and a redneck nonetheless yes I'm a new world samurai I can read your mind check it out I'm like a buzz bomb yes I'm a new world samurai check it out I'm like a buzz bomb so beebopaloobopawhopshamboo and domo arigato if I got to beebopaloobopawhopshamboo and domo arigato if I got to beebopaloobopawhopshamboo and domo arigato if I got to beebopaloobopawhopshamboo and domo arigato if I got to |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
Mistress of ices
Stygian Skater Scribing devices Dancing on sabres So very relentless Counting the sheep Electrical fences Americans leap Paramorpheus Somnambulating Dream scarabaeus In chorus refraining So very relentless Counting the sheep Electrical fences Americans leap One, two, fisherman's stew Boiled on timber and stirred with a broom Three, four, pour it on the floor Feed all the beasties and cook up some more Five, six, mortar and brick Weaker than iron but stronger than sticks Seven, eight, lock up the gate Nothing to do but to sit and to wait Nine, ten, do it again Bun in the oven, a wolf in the den Companion chimera Lethean grazer Pausing to herald Mistress of sabers So very relentless Counting the sheep Electrical fences Americans leap |
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from Clutch - Clutch (1995)
Listen up you stinking maggots
It seems you just don't get it Well I've been appointed to inform you Your days are numbered You would cry, you would scream If you knew half the things I see Please, please just do as I say Repent and leave your evil ways Meanwhile, planes drop from the sky People disappear and bullets fly Little grey men are coming our way Tastes just like chicken, they say Actually they're all around Secret bunkers underground Round 'em up, skin 'em alive Rolling, rolling, rolling, rawhide Carter is a clone Dozen brothers 'round the globe MJ-12 damned us to hell Scroll and Key, Skull and Bone It's only just begun The best is yet to come Area 51 The spawn of Babylon Couldn't give a damn about JFK Everything's conspiracy Wouldn't be surprised if they have their way Tastes just like chicken, they say I know it's hard to swallow It must sound too far fetched But you can bet your bottom dollar I ain't going with the rest |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Close your eyes, and I will be swimming
Lullaby's fill your room, and I will be singing Singing to only you Don't forget I'll hold your head Watch the night sky fading red But as you sleep, and no one is listening I will lift you off your feet, I'll keep you from sinking Don't you wake up yet, cause soon I'll be leaving you Soon I'll be leaving you, but you won't be leaving me In the car, the radio leaves me searching for your star A constellation of frustration driving home Singing my thoughts back to me, and watching heartache on TV But as you sleep, and no one is listening I will lift you off your feet, I'll keep you from sinking Don't you wake up yet, cause soon I'll be leaving you Soon I'll be leaving you But you won't be leaving me Don't forget I'll hold your head, watch the night sky fading red But as you sleep, and no one is listening I will lift you off your feet, I'll keep you from sinking Don't you wake up yet, cause soon I'll be leaving you Soon I'll be leaving you, but you won't be leaving me Don't forget I'll hold your head, watch the night sky fading red But as you sleep, and no one is listening I will lift you off your feet, I'll keep you from sinking Don't you wake up yet, cause soon I'll be leaving you Soon I'll be leaving you, but you won't be leaving me |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Close your eyes, and I will be swimming
Lullabies fill your room, and I will be singing Singing to only you Don't forget I'll hold your hand Watch the night sky fading red But as you sleep, and no one is listening I will lift you off your feet, I'll keep you from sinking Don't you wake up yet, cause soon I'll be leaving you Soon I'll be leaving you, but you won't be leaving me In the car, the radio leaves me searching for your star A constellation of frustration driving hard Singing my thoughts back to me, and watching heartache on TV But as you sleep, and no one is listening I will lift you off your feet, I'll keep you from sinking Don't you wake up yet, cause soon I'll be leaving you Soon I'll be leaving you, but you won't be leaving me Don't forget I'll hold your hand, watch the night sky fading red But as you sleep, and no one is listening I will lift you off your feet, I'll keep you from sinking Don't you wake up yet, cause soon I'll be leaving you Soon I'll be leaving you, but you won't be leaving me |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Close your eyes, and I will be swimming
Lullabies fill your room, and I will be singing Singing to only you Don't forget I'll hold your hand Watch the night sky fading red But as you sleep, and no one is listening I will lift you off your feet, I'll keep you from sinking Don't you wake up yet, cause soon I'll be leaving you Soon I'll be leaving you, but you won't be leaving me In the car, the radio leaves me searching for your star A constellation of frustration driving hard Singing my thoughts back to me, and watching heartache on TV But as you sleep, and no one is listening I will lift you off your feet, I'll keep you from sinking Don't you wake up yet, cause soon I'll be leaving you Soon I'll be leaving you, but you won't be leaving me Don't forget I'll hold your hand, watch the night sky fading red But as you sleep, and no one is listening I will lift you off your feet, I'll keep you from sinking Don't you wake up yet, cause soon I'll be leaving you Soon I'll be leaving you, but you won't be leaving me |
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from Clutch - Transnational Speedway League: Anthems, Anecdotes And Undeniable Truths (1993)
Temptation of Indulgence
Divides and conquers my mind An elegy for fading youth Welcome to mankind If you provide the spleen Then I'll provide the ideal If I provide a puppet Will you provide the strings? Revel in the glory Of a coming of age Decades of suppression Released in a rage Have mercy How can I seize the day when it is dusk? You provide the pull, and I'll provide the thrust Romance is nothing but a sack of lies But it is truth which I have come to despise Bacchanal If I provide the scene Will you provide the ordeal? If I provide a crown Will you provide a queen? |
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from Clutch - Clutch (1995)
The fog is rolling in
The tide is high Diane's as fat can be Aye, Captain, aye The guests seem more than pleased How is the wine? We shall be underway On the by and by Ahead one third (ahead one third) Ahead two thirds (ahead two thirds) Full ahead flank And out from the belly of the whale came a prophet Amen. Go shoot the moon, the sun The Great Divide I believe there's a storm a' brewin' Nine crows at nine o'clock nigh Dutch man at the mizzenmast Six harpies are singin' to the lee I believe she's going down I believe were gonna die, die, die Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays Me, oh my Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius Bring me more whiskey and rye Big news from the party boat Oh sir, do not distress The food is fine Oh, but I must confess I do find the wine a wee bit dry Fifteen men on a dead man's chest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rye Drink and the devil had done for the rest She's sunk full fathom, five five five Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays Me, oh my Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius Bring me more whiskey and rye Big news from the party boat |
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from Clutch - Clutch (1995)
Yeah
Can't funk with the feel Or with the other three This mother load Comin' atcha, all 3D's We got big news The party boat is here The band is kicking And I see lots of beer And I believe there is gambling On the deck just below from here We got Greedo Solo to the rear They know the deal Sacks packed and stacked with Pieces of eight A sailor's life for me Live free or die Never look a bounty hunter in the eye Damn Now where were we? I think aces high Sleeves are rolled Tremendous diamonds And a mouth of gold I spent many years a rambling I'll never change these foolish ways 'Cause fortune tellers make a killing nowadays Best keep living like a castaway With my sack packed Pieces of eight A sailor's life for me Live free or die Never look a merman in the eye Damn |
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from Clutch - Transnational Speedway League: Anthems, Anecdotes And Undeniable Truths (1993)
Perhaps it's just the way the light falls
But everything looks like a target to me And I don't know where the gun is But I'm certain that it's pointed at me And in the jungle, retched jungle They say the lion eats tonight And all around it is a colliseum Dripping with a voracious appetite I say hey there, fella Whose soul are you tormenting now? Hey there, fella Whose soul are you tormenting now? In the course of all the previous events It is evident that something's bound to happen Come on, rear your ugly head to me I've got nothing to lose but my apathy The root of the problem has been isolated The root of the problem has been isolated The root of the problem has been isolated The root of the problem has been isolated Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Let's throw down Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Let's throw down Just try me Just try me What are you waiting for? Come on, motherfucker Let's throw down Come on, motherfucker Let's go Just rear your ugly fucking head I'll put it on a platter Just rear your ugly fucking head I'll put it on a platter Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Let's throw down Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Let's go Hey there Hey fella Hey there Hey fella Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Let's throw down Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Come on, motherfucker Let's throw down Just try me Just try me What are you waiting for? Come on, motherfucker Let's throw down Come on, motherfucker Let's go I'll make you wish that you'd never been born I'll make you wish that you'd never been born I'll make you wish that you'd never been born Come on, motherfucker Let's go Hey there Hey fella Hey there Hey fella |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
A kaleidoscope program
Is functioning so beautifully Fire up all the primary engines Calculate projected nexus OH! Take a good plane and shave off all the edges Not straight enough to make a perfect structure Indigenous life must be in agreement Like one meaning some, and zero meaning nothing Continue stretching the edge of rondure While maintaining geodesic stasis Anomaly detected No previous known cases OH! Take a good plane and shave off all the edges Not straight enough to make a perfect structure Indigenous life must be in agreement Like one meaning some, and zero meaning nothing Colossal liquid insect With legs the size of rockets Analyze its orgone levels Switch view to kaleidoscopic OH! Take a good plane and shave off all the edges Not straight enough to make a perfect structure Indigenous life must be in agreement Like one meaning some, and zero meaning nothing |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
I'm on fire
And the day is feeling hopeless You'd see me burning but the burning's turning smokeless Soon I won't feel at all No It's electric the neon heard inside your phone call The letter's sadness and her madness it revolves Bringing down the walls where you found her No Well, I'm willing to break myself To shake this hell from everything I touch I'm willing to bleed for days more reds and grays So you don't hurt so much And now I'm static As your sky is turning purple and gray I'm learning that the further that I crawl The farther that I fall, is that ok? No And you're in pieces As your world becomes a rainstorm You've got no shelter I'm a thousand miles away You'll survive the day You say your leaving You say your leaving Well, I'm willing to break myself To shake this hell from everything I touch I'm willing to bleed for days more reds and grays So you don't hurt so much So you don't hurt so much Never again will the fire be done No never again your the only one No never again but you're already gone. I'm willing to break myself I'm not afraid I'm willing to break myself I'm not afraid I'm willing to break myself I'm not afraid Well, I'm willing to break myself To shake this hell from everything I touch I'm willing to bleed for days more reds and grays So you don't hurt so much So much So much So much |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
I'm on fire
And the day is feeling hopeless You'd see me burning but the burning's turning smokeless Soon I won't feel at all No It's electric the neon heard inside your phone call The letter's sadness and her madness it revolves Bringing down the walls where you found her No Well, I'm willing to break myself To shake this hell from everything I touch I'm willing to bleed for days more reds and grays So you don't hurt so much And now I'm static As your sky is turning purple and gray I'm learning that the further that I crawl The farther that I fall, is that ok? No And you're in pieces As your world becomes a rainstorm You've got no shelter I'm a thousand miles away You'll survive the day You say you're leaving You say you're leaving Well, I'm willing to break myself To shake this hell from everything I touch I'm willing to bleed for days more reds and grays So you don't hurt so much So you don't hurt so much Never again will I fire this gun No never again you're the only one No never again but you're already gone I'm willing to break myself I'm not afraid I'm willing to break myself I'm not afraid I'm willing to break myself I'm not afraid Well, I'm willing to break myself To shake this hell from everything I touch I'm willing to bleed for days more reds and grays So you don't hurt so much So much So much So much So much |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
I'm on fire
And the day is feeling hopeless You'd see me burning but the burning's turning smokeless Soon I won't feel at all No It's electric the neon heard inside your phone call The letter's sadness and her madness it revolves Bringing down the walls where you found her No Well, I'm willing to break myself To shake this hell from everything I touch I'm willing to bleed for days more reds and grays So you don't hurt so much And now I'm static As your sky is turning purple and gray I'm learning that the further that I crawl The farther that I fall, is that ok? No And you're in pieces As your world becomes a rainstorm You've got no shelter I'm a thousand miles away You'll survive the day You say you're leaving You say you're leaving Well, I'm willing to break myself To shake this hell from everything I touch I'm willing to bleed for days more reds and grays So you don't hurt so much So you don't hurt so much Never again will I fire this gun No never again you're the only one No never again but you're already gone I'm willing to break myself I'm not afraid I'm willing to break myself I'm not afraid I'm willing to break myself I'm not afraid Well, I'm willing to break myself To shake this hell from everything I touch I'm willing to bleed for days more reds and grays So you don't hurt so much So much So much So much So much |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
Haha haha! Mmhmm mmhmm... Haha haha! Mmhmm mmhmm... Haha haha! Mmhmm mmhmm... Haha haha! Mmhmm mmhmm...
So tell me, when you took a practice scholastic aptitude test, Did you know the answers or did you guess? You rely on gimmicks to amuse your fans, And act all over bad to jack up your sound scan. What's the matter with you? How come you rhyme monosyllabically? Has atrophy stricken your entire vocabulary? Your style's like a garbage can, It's meant to be taken out on a weekly basis. Ever since you first reckoned you been in a state of suspended animation. You invoke Snuffleupagus and australopithecus, Me cray, you abacus. But enough about you lets talk about me, And how single-handedly I redefined the entire science of radio astronomy, Even nobel prize winners questioned my notions of reality. Oh, but I digress, You play sorry, I play chess. Queen to B3, checkmate, Go get some percosets! Haha haha! Careful with that mic, weezy! Do you really think it's that easy? Mmm, this is really good ice cream, You want some of it? Oh, my bad, I didn't know you were lactose intolerant. Makes you pass gas, frightens all the girls away, Only friends you keep are those you pay. Always on the ready for the wack snack attack I carry sandwiches around in a straight edge style Jansport backpack. Got the gadget Q gave Bond, Destroy the mind, Make you jump in a pond, Go quack-quack, Flap your arms, Leave you confused but completely unharmed. Haha haha! Careful with that mic, weezy! Do you really think it's that easy? Do you really think it's true? They'll Listen but they can't hear you. Haha haha! Now look here, Both you and I know the past ten years have been rather intense, And I'm ashamed to admit that I have been fooled by the seductions of violence, People walking around with ugly auras, Sometimes I'm even tempted to see the advice of Dr. Laura... But I ignore her... And I take a deep breath and count to ten, Ain't gonna let it get under my skin, Take a deep breath and count to ten, Think of all the nice places that I've been. Like back when I was waging peace against the Visigoths, I was tutored in the ancient mystories by a wizened philosoph. Learned the polyrhythm of celestial time, And wait for the one to come and get it done and finish the rhyme. Haha! Careful with that mic, weezy! Do you really think it's that easy? Do you really think it's true? They'll listen but they can't hear you! Haha haha! Mmhmm mmhmm... Haha haha! Mmhmm mmhmm... Haha haha! Mmhmm mmhmm... Haha haha! |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
At Cavanaugh Park
Where I used to sit all alone in the dark And dream about things that I cannot say you always said destiny'd blow me away and nothing's gonna blow me away At Cavanaugh Park Where you used to take me to play in the sand And said to me, ""Son, one day you'll be a man And men can do terrible things."" Yes they can And there was never any place For someone like me to be totally happy I'm runnin' out of clock and that ain't a shock Some things never do change Never do change At Cavanaugh Park We used to get high Watching teams as they fought They loved my friend Adam But he always got caught Man, that kid made fucking up look cool Aren't we all so cool now? no And there was never any place For someone like me to be totally happy I'm runnin' out of clock and that ain't a shock Some things never do change Never do change Never do change Never do change Never do change At Cavanaugh Park Where I used to think that my life would be good And I would do things that I thought that I should And no one's gonna tear me down And there was never any place For someone like me to be totally happy I'm runnin' out of clock and that ain't a shock Some things never do change And there was never any place For someone like me to be totally happy I'm runnin' out of clock and that ain't a shock Some things never do change Never do change Never do change Never do change |
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from Clutch - The Elephant Riders (1998)
Old John Brown left Kansas before the blood had dried
And as he rode his head did shine like the sun in mid-July. In a tiny farm house by Brunswick piano He warmed his boots by the fireplace and read aloud from Samuel. David rose to beat the Philistines with five smooth stones and a sling. One October morning his army did approach The armory that sat between the Potomac and Shenandoah. The engine house flung open with report of several guns When it was done he looked upon the bodies of his dying sons. David rose to beat the Philistines, with five smooth stones and a sling. Throughout our history there are those ghosts Compelled to illustrate our dreams and hopes Victors hang in pictures, losers from ropes. Regardless they all swing in the same boat. Yeah....yeah, yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah In Southampton County 'round 1831 Nat Turner prayed and the cornstalks swayed A voice rose up and a text was raised. In the planter's steak house they went from room to room When it was done they rode along to liberate Jerusalem. David rose to beat the Philistines, with five smooth stones and a sling. Throughout our history there are those ghosts Compelled to illustrate our dreams and hopes Victors hang in pictures, losers from ropes. Regardless they all swing in the same boat. |
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from Clutch - Slow Hole to China: Rare and Unreleased (2005)
Well, my senses are sharpened
I'm half in the bag I got a Cheshire smile and A five cent rag. Day of the jackalope Abandon all ye faithful Abandon all ye hope Abandon all ye faithful It's the day of the jackalope Well, I heard about your problems With your old man Well, he's a non-issue As fast as I can Day of the jackalope Abandon all ye people Abandon all ye hope Abandon all ye people It's the day of the jackalope Well, the leaves blow in circles In my footsteps Like the mouth of a river I have no regrets Day of the jackalope Abandon all ye people Abandon all ye hope Abandon all ye people It's the day of the jackalope |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Let's get drunk
You can drive us to the harbor Wish upon a star but Do you know what stars are? Balls of fire, burning up the black space Falling from the landscape Exploding in the face of God Let's get crazy, Talk about our big plans Places that you're going Places that I haven't been Build my walls up Concrete castle Keep this kingdom free of hassle, yeah Yeah Yeah But I hear sound echo in the emptiness All around, but you can't change this loneliness Look at what you've found, I'm falling down Taste the saline rolling down your cheekbone Tell me that you're alone, tell me on the telephone Feel your heart, it breaks within your chest now Try to get some rest now, sleep's not coming easy for a while, child Child, yeah But I hear sound echo in the emptiness All around, but you can't change this loneliness Look at what you've found, I'm falling down Down, down Down, down But I hear sound echo in the emptiness All around, but you can't change this loneliness Look at what you've found, I'm falling down Look at what you've found, I'm falling down Look at what you've found, I'm falling down |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Let's get drunk, you can drive us to the harbor
Wish upon a star, but do you know what stars are? Balls of fire burning up the black space Falling from the landscape Exploding in the Face of God Let's get crazy, talk about our big plans Places that you're going, places that I haven't been Build my walls up, concrete castle Keep this kingdom free of hassles Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah But I hear sound echo in the emptiness all around What you can't change is loneliness Look at what you've found, I'm falling down Taste the saline rolling down your cheekbone Tell me that you're alone, tell me on the telephone Feel your heart, it breaks within your chest now Try to get some rest now Sleep's not coming easy for a while, child Child, yeah But I hear sound echo in the emptiness all around What you can't change is loneliness Look at what you've found, I'm falling down Down, down, down, down But I hear sound echo in the emptiness all around What you can't change is loneliness Look at what you've found, I'm falling down Look at what you've found, I'm falling down |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
If knee-deep in cat nip
At the old icebox I recommend you whistle And give the box three knocks Should you be so lucky To hear whisperin' It is an invitation For you to leap in May you go marching in three measure time Dressed up as asses, drunk to the nines Swing from the rafters Shouting those songs Gone unsung for far too long If boxing your shadow At the wall full of moss And antlers approach you Then I am at a loss May you go marching in three measure time Dressed up as asses, drunk to the nines Swing from the rafters Shouting those songs Gone unsung for far too long Drink to the dead all you still alive We shall join them in good time Should you go crossin' that silvery brook It's best to leap before you look Drink to the dead all you still alive We shall join them in good time Should you go crossin' that silvery brook It's best to leap before you look If surrounded by toadstools At the old green glen I'm afraid there is little That I can recommend Save all of your courage And sincere prayer And where you go-a treadin' Take the utmost care So let us Drink to the dead all you still alive We shall join them in good time Should you go crossin' that silvery brook It's best to leap before you look Drink to the dead all you still alive We shall join them in good time Should you go crossin' that silvery brook It's best to leap before you look |
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from Clutch - Clutch (1995)
Scientific progress
All too real Dialectic nonsense All unreal Dial in the sands Droid on the moon Lead into gold One cousin removed God names man Man names ape Flight of Icarus Down into flames Scientific progress A circle revealed Perfect as always As all ways are real Begin phase one again |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
Drunk Girl
by Something Corporate I kissed a drunk girl I kissed a drunk girl yes I did Kissed a drunk girl on the lips I let my guard down How could I have been so dumb Her eyes were open I know I am not the one I know I am not the one I kissed a drunk girl Why do I do these things I do to myself I kissed a drunk girl And now I`m sure I could have been anybody else I went to her house Everybody there was gone Her little cousin was passed on the lawn We went to my car She mouthed Is everything ok she leaned in slowly So now I can say I kissed a drunk girl Why do I do these things I do to myself I kissed a drunk girl And now I`m sure I could have been anybody else anybody else I pulled away I didn`t think it would be right And said let`s save this for some other night And she said No, no, no, no I know that everthing`s gonne be just fine How could I do this when I wanted her to be all mine I kissed a drunk girl Why do I do these things I do to myself I kissed a drunk girl And now I`m sure I could have been anybody else anybody else I know you don`t care about me I`m sure when all is said and done And I go home feeling lonely You would have had your fun Do you even remember I kissed a drunk girl Why do I do these things I do to myself I kissed a drunk girl And now I`m sure I could have been anybody else anybody else |
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from Clutch - Transnational Speedway League: Anthems, Anecdotes And Undeniable Truths (1993)
Now all will be sanctified
And now all will be purified And now all will be rectified And now all will be rectified And now you will be purified So you writhe in the deep fry Squirm like the Earthworm In that mud called love That you justified That will be purified Whether you like it or not So you leap from the dung heap Squirm like the Earthworm In that mud called love That you justified That will be rectified Whether you like it or not |
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from Clutch - Slow Hole to China: Rare and Unreleased (2005)
Under dogwood blooms
Miss widow on her loom Eating peaches & cream Observer hums a haunting melody You've got an easy breezy wind at your back Most of the time If you do not understand very few do So don't feel bad Easy breezy beautiful colored world I'm in love with you R-O-Y-G-B-I-V Your colors are a comedy Woman waiting for dawn After the deer are gone Dandelions holding dew As indigo brightens to blue You've got an easy breezy wind at your back Most of the time If you do not understand very few do So don't feel bad Easy breezy beautiful colored world I'm in love with you R-O-Y-G-B-I-V Your colors are a comedy |
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from Clutch - Transnational Speedway League: Anthems, Anecdotes And Undeniable Truths (1993)
Behold the man, a living example
In his likeness sacred profane Behold the man, what I have done? The path to hell is paved With least resistance But those less traveled by Shall make a world of difference Beating myself to a pulp Extracting from my skull All those things I've learned to live with All those things I've loved All these things are killing me A perpetual fall from grace But the hand that feeds Is the hand that beats me Fiercely in the face So I will build myself an effigy No longer mope in mediocre hell Behold the man, a living example Behold the man, what have I done? Behold the man in his likeness Sacred profane Behold the man, a living example Behold the man, what have I done? Behold the man in his likeness What have I done? Effigy Effigy Effigy Effigy Behold the man Behold the man The icons, betrayal, and guilt The icons, betrayal, and guilt The icons, betrayal, and filth The icon, what have I done? |
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from Clutch - The Elephant Riders (1998)
Once again I'm denied my choice.
Once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling, now eight times over Miss October is out for me. Believe me when I tell you she's all about destruction. It's just about enough to make a grown man cry. Good God Almighty we was panning for gold down at the banks of mighty Colorado, when all of a sudden came an awful sound; ten thousand buffalo were running us down. Once again I'm denied my joy. Sieves and peas, oh Lord, oh Lord! Thunder and lightning at a feverish pitch. Must be the workings of the Old West Witch. I crossed her once when I was just a youth. Been scared stiff ever since, to tell you the truth. Once again I'm denied my joy. Sieves and peas, oh Lord, oh Lord! She went once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling, now eight times over Miss October is out for me. Believe me when I tell you she's all about the voodoo. and all the things I'm losing when I pay no mind. Get off on the good foot and start another day. Maybe head for Hazel, California. Oh, but sooner or later she'll go to town sure as the Earth runs around and around. Again I'm denied my joy. Sieves and peas, oh Lord! At the side of the road a bundle of twine, and on it I found a note. It read, "You'll be running until the end of time." She went once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling, now eight times over Miss October is out for me. Believe me when I tell you she's all about destruction. It's just about enough to make a grown man cry. |
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from Clutch - Transnational Speedway League: Anthems, Anecdotes And Undeniable Truths (1993)
Like a fly to doo doo
You need me like a bird needs wings Or little bunny fufu who needs to bop the field mice So all the kids can sing They call me El Jefe El primo de los matadors The master of the metaphor, A chaw chewin' trubador The one you've come to love and adore, And I've come to take you away Take you away Take you away Take you away Take you away Take you away Take you away I'll make you go goo goo Like a baby that sees candy right before its eyes I'll kiss your little boo boo Make it better than it's ever felt before They call me El Jefe El primo de los matadors The master of the metaphor, A chaw chewin' trubador The one you've come to love and adore, And I've come to take you away I'll take you away now I'll take you away now Can you do the two step fleshtone slide? Well I'll teach you Can you do the achy breaky eyeball dance? Well I'll teach you Can you do the two step fleshtone slide? Well I'll teach you Can you do the achy breaky eyeball dance? Well I'll teach you They call me El Jefe The boss and the point man And I've come to take you away They call me El Jefe The boss and the hit man And I've come to take you away |
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from Clutch - Clutch (1995)
Then against my better judgment I went walking out that door
I smiled at one person then I nodded to three more One man asked me for a dollar, I asked him what it's for? He said, "I have seen them." I said, "Okay, it's yours." And as featured on the MTV, the local high school lets out And the town becomes anarchy Parties are crashed, skid marks are measured The story's in the paper, you may read it at your leisure Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet And to the tune of a billion dollars I supplied to the D.O.E. Some tasty little nuggets of alien technology And as one might expect, I've been harassed for years The Men In Black have been bending my ear As a matter of fact, they were just here today But I escaped them through a secret passageway Once I lived there for one thousand days Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet I have plans for the future, guess they're futuristic plans Move out west and buy some desert lands Or maybe up North, just past Alaska You know nothing of this if they ask you Red Rover, Red Rover, Bob Lazar's coming over So honey clear the airstrip and light up that stove By Jove, I think it's started, oh yeah Escape from the Prison Planet Billion people harvest on Mars Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk One mile from the pyramid Escape From the Planet of the Apes Go forth, ad infinitum Return the relics to the elephants And Atlantis rises Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet Ejector seat ignite Billion people harvest on Mars Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk One mile from the pyramid Escape From the Planet of the Apes Go forth, ad infinitum Return the relics to the elephant And Atlantis rises |
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from Escape From L.A. (LA 탈출) [ost] (1996)
Then against my better judgment I went walking out that door.
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from Crobar Vol. One - Soho, Londo: The Home Of Bee ''n'' Whistky... (2009)
Then against my better judgment I went walking out that door
I smiled at one person then I nodded to three more One man asked me for a dollar, I asked him what it's for? He said, "I have seen them." I said, "Okay, it's yours." And as featured on the MTV, the local high school lets out And the town becomes anarchy Parties are crashed, skid marks are measured The story's in the paper, you may read it at your leisure Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet And to the tune of a billion dollars I supplied to the D.O.E. Some tasty little nuggets of alien technology And as one might expect, I've been harassed for years The Men In Black have been bending my ear As a matter of fact, they were just here today But I escaped them through a secret passageway Once I lived there for one thousand days Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet I have plans for the future, guess they're futuristic plans Move out west and buy some desert lands Or maybe up North, just past Alaska You know nothing of this if they ask you Red Rover, Red Rover, Bob Lazar's coming over So honey clear the airstrip and light up that stove By Jove, I think it's started, oh yeah Escape from the Prison Planet Billion people harvest on Mars Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk One mile from the pyramid Escape From the Planet of the Apes Go forth, ad infinitum Return the relics to the elephants And Atlantis rises Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet Ejector seat ignite Billion people harvest on Mars Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk One mile from the pyramid Escape From the Planet of the Apes Go forth, ad infinitum Return the relics to the elephant And Atlantis rises |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
I close my eyes
Thought I was lost but I was stranded I go outside To my surprise the sky had landed I thought it made more sense If I could only keep you guessing I was a fool to think that I should stop you from undressing Now I'm believing all the words you say That I can't say back to you To you And so I fall I don't wanna feel this small You know I just can't handle this Handle this at all And I'll just fall I'll let my heartbeat drop I falter as the music stops And you watch me as i stall And wonder when I fall I kiss your neck I feel you breathing on my shoulder Still I'm perfect It must be you cause now it's over I was so close That was the most that I have ever been through Now old cassettes and cigarettes Will be the ones to save you How can you ask for me to stay When all you ever do is go? Just go And so I fall I don't wanna feel this small You know I just can't handle this Handle this at all And so i fall I'll let my heartbeat drop I falter as the music stops And you watch me as i stall And wonder when I... Go on You've kept me waiting Go on And watch me as I fall I don't wanna feel this small You know I just can't handle this Handle this at all And so I'll fall I'll let my heartbeat drop I falter as the music stops And you watch me as i stall And wonder when I... |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
How would you like to go bobbing for apples the shape of fish?
Throw a coin into the well, close your eyes and make a wish? How would you like to dine A la Frankenstein? Downtown they're giving 'em away, downtown they're giving 'em How would you like to dine A la Frankenstein? Downtown they're giving 'em away, downtown they're giving 'em Oh hey there Mama Nature why do you keep on shooting us that look? No we did not take it, I swear we were only borrowing the book! How would you like to dine A la Frankenstein? Downtown they're giving 'em away, downtown they're giving 'em How would you like to dine A la Frankenstein? Downtown they're giving 'em away, downtown they're giving 'em So who's been planting magic beans to catch themselves a golden hen? We've spent so many years going over this, we can't start that all again! How would you like to dine A la Frankenstein? Downtown they're giving 'em away, downtown they're giving 'em How would you like to dine A la Frankenstein? Downtown they're giving 'em away, downtown they're giving 'em How would you like to dine A la Frankenstein? Downtown they're giving 'em away, downtown they're giving 'em |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
Globes and Maps
by Something Corporate Light breaks underneath A heavy door And I try to keep myself awake Fall all around us on a hotel floor And you think that you've made a mistake And there's a pain in my stomach From another sleepless binge And I struggle to get myself up again I wanna hang on to something That won't break away for fall apart Like the pieces of my heart Globes and maps are all around me now I wanna feel you breathe me in Globes and maps I see surround you here Why won't you believe me? Globes and maps they chart your way back home Do you wanna leave or something? Dreams came around you In a hazy rain You open your mouth wide to feel them fall And I write a letter from a one-way train But I don't think you'll read it at all Globes and maps are all around me now I wanna feel you breathe me in Globes and maps I see surround you here Why won't you believe me? Globes and maps they chart your way back home Do you wanna leave or something? I can't take this anymore I know that I can't take this anymore I can't take this anymore Cause I know someday I'll see you walk out that door Globes and maps are all around me now I wanna feel you breathe me in Globes and maps I see surround you here Why won't you believe me? Globes and maps they chart your way back home Do you wanna leave or something? |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
Good News
by Something Corporate She's trapped inside her room With reruns on the screen Old books and movies But she can't stop thinking I'm torn between myself My radio my friends I want to write this one off over and over again And then she looked at me to scream "My castles are falling" But I can't look into the street Without everything changing I want to read good news I want to be innocent again I want to read good news But nothing good is happening She waits all day She stands a stranger in her skin She moves the science with her hands She lines her walls With every paper she can see These words consume her But they never set her free And then she looked at me to scream "My castles are falling" But I can't look into the street Without everything changing I want to read good news I want to be innocent again I want to read good news But nothing good is happening I want to read good news I want to be a little kid again I want to read good news But nothing good is happening I want to read good news I want to go to sleep at night again I want to read good news But nothing good is happening |
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from Clutch - The Elephant Riders (1998)
Won't you come over and stay for a while.
Take a seat, have a drink, we'd have a nice time. Turn on the TV i believe it's prime time. I'll make you chicken cacciatore in five. There's a woman down at 314 Who can't keep the stains on her kitchen floor clean. And there's a man thats been knocking on his own door for three years, Or has it been four? I don't want to spend the winter in this house all alone. Those neighbors of mine keep coming on over and playing with my mind. I would like to love you. I shure would treat you right, We could take the trash out every Thursday night. Here in my neighborhood there is the strangest thing- Green buckets every Friday at every driveway. They're filled with glasses, plastics and newspapers too. They say they recycle and bring them back to you. I would like to love you i should would treat you right, we could take the trash out every Thursday night. We coud be a fmaily, consume many goods. We could be the pillars of the neighborhood. Ah, babe, I"m a real hard worker. With the proper tools i'll make you anything you yearn for. The barbarians are at teh gate, come in before it's too late. I have food enough to last the two of us about a year. One thousand cans of chowder and one thousand cans of beer. I love my neighboors like I love my own brothers, But every year they are getting odder and odder. |
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from Clutch - Slow Hole to China: Rare and Unreleased (2005)
Oh, I seen him walkin'
On down that road He got a broken push cart With a heavy load Oh, Lord have mercy Upon my wicked soul Ah, he looked right at me With his eyes of coal It's the hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Ah, he'll sell you liquids To cure that whooping cough And fine liniments At a poor man's cost Ah, but when your time is up boy And you feel that chill He will come softly knocking To collect his bill It's the hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Oh, I seen him walkin' On down that road He got a broken white man With a heavy load Oh, Lord have mercy Upon my foolish soul It is so cold and dark Behind these eyes of coal It's the hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Operate Operate Operate |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
Shake down you make me break
For goodness sake I think I'm on the edge Of something new with you Shout out don't drown the sound I'll drown you out You'll never scream so loud As I want to scream with you Standing there with your smile blinding Your eyes from seeing My face as I'm dying To figure out a girl But she drifts so far away I'm on her coast So maybe I should stay And map around your world So Don't Say These currents are still killing me And you can't explain But the wind went and pulled me Into your hurricane Into your hurricane Stand up don't make a sound Your ears might bleed There's sweet fluorescent enemies That live inside of me The world moves faster than I knew Not fast enough to not creep up on you And the space we put between So pull me under your weather patterns Your cold fronts and the rain don't matter Because the sun burns when I need it So Don't Say These currents are still killing me And you can't explain But the wind went and pulled you Into the hurricane into the hurricane You don't do it on purpose But you make me shake Now I count the hours 'til you wake With your babies breath Breathe symphonies Come on sweet catastrophe Well, Maybe this time I can follow through i can feel complete Stop paying dues Stop the rain from falling Keep my ocean calm This time I know nothings wrong So Don't Say These currents are still killing me And you can't explain But the wind went and pulled me in and no you don't say These currents are still killing me And you can't explain but the wind went and pulled me into your hurricane into your hurricane into your hurricane |
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from Clutch - Clutch (1995)
Like Marlon Brando, but bigger
You'll find that creature at the bottom of the deep down Susquehanna River This one I had, it stood right on up to me Tore out his hook and declared himself a prodigy But oh no, fishing ain't what it used to be I've seen some bad years, but this one is just killing me One little nibble in thirteen years I really pack 'em in This one I had, I seen it in dreams All shacked up with lightning and horizon beams Well I bring 'em on up and then I pack 'em on in In all the places I've been And I swear, it's never been like this before Least not since 19 and 44 But today, I made a sick discovery Lead box in Sassafras Cove Well I brought him on up and then I packed him on in Oh yes, I'm really cashing in Wash of the Chesapeake and Appalachian Blue Range I have discovered the body of John Wilkes Booth Yes, it's true, I have Mr. Booth Everybody got to make a living somehow Do I hear a million? Yeah Well I bring 'em on up and then I pack 'em on in And then I bring 'em on up and then I pack 'em on in Well I bring 'em on up and then I pack 'em on in And then I bring 'em on up and then I pack 'em on in And then I pack 'em on in And then I pack 'em on in |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
Standing on the edge of morning,
scent of sex and New Found Glory playing as she's pulling back her hair. She drives away, she's feeling worthless; used again, but nothing's different. She'd stay the night but knows he doesn't care. At home by three; a deafening quiet. The porch light's off, guess they forgot it. She'd cry herself to sleep but she don't dare. And she wants to be a model, She wants to hear she's beautiful. She's beautiful. I want to save you, I want to save you. (Yeah) I need you to save me too. I want to save you. Dressed by dawn and out the door, no lights, she memorized the floors so she could leave without being detected. She works till three; it's uniform, she dreams that he'll come by the store. She prays for days when boys mean she's protected. And she wants someone to see her, She needs to hear she's beautiful. She's beautiful. I want to save you I want to save you. (Yeah) I need you to save me too. I want to save you. And she won't sleep. (and she won't sleep) She won't sleep, and she won't sleep at all. I want to save you I want to save you. (Yeah) I need you to save me too. I want to save you (Let me save you) I want to save you (Let me save you) I want to save you (Let me save you) I want to save you (Let me save you) I want to save you |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
I woke up in New York City
From my sleep behind the wheel Caught a train to Poughkeepsie And time stood still She wrote me a letter from San Diego To qualify her luck These flights connect through Arizona But I think I'll stay stuck ""So""Here I am Here I am Well I woke up in a car I traced away the fog So I could see the Mississippi on her knees I've never been so lost I've never felt so much at home Please write my folks and throw away my keys I woke up in a car I woke up in a car I met a girl who kept tattoos For homes that she had loved If I were her I'd paint my body 'Till all my skin was gone She wrote me a letter As we passed through Rockford She said she won't forget Maybe I do maybe I don't But I know I haven't yet So here I am Here I am Well I woke up in a car I traced away the fog So I could see the Mississippi on her knees I've never been so lost I've never felt so much at home Please write my folks and throw away my keys I woke up in a car I woke up in a car And maybe I could live forever If not ever i had known That you'd be waiting there whenever I am all alone But here I am Well I woke up in a car I traced away the fog So I could see the Mississippi on her knees I've never been so lost I've never felt so much at home Please write my folks and throw away my keys Well I woke up in a car I traced away the fog So I could see the Mississippi on her knees I've never been so lost I've never felt so much at home Please write my folks and throw away my keys I woke up in a car I woke up in a car I woke up in car |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
I'm under attack again my dear, I'm in the way
Got no resolutions, no clever anecdotes to say And still if I yell at the top of my lungs will it be the same? I'd fly you a flag, I'd bury this pen into my veins I wanna feel through you tonight But I won't make you I won't make you The telephone number I got for you says nobody's home The best thing I can think to do right now is leave it alone And you had an apology in your mailbox since last July It's funny when you find the words to say you find no reply I wanna feel through you tonight But I won't make you I won't make you Scream my name just one more time But I won't make you I won't make you And it's been hours now To be here like this And just to lay you down And just to taste your lips And just to keep me up God I'm tired of sleeping And just to lay inside you And just to know this feeling I wanna feel through you tonight But I won't make you I won't make you Scream my name just one more time But I won't make you I won't make you |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
I'm under attack again my dear, I'm in the way
Got no resolutions, no clever anecdotes to say And still if I yell at the top of my lungs will it be the same? I'd fly you a flag, I'd bury this pen into my veins I wanna feel through you tonight But I won't make you I won't make you The telephone number I got for you says nobody's home The best thing I can think to do right now is leave it alone And you had an apology in your mailbox since last July It's funny when you find the words to say you find no reply I wanna feel through you tonight But I won't make you I won't make you Scream my name just one more time But I won't make you I won't make you And it's been hours now To be here like this And just to lay you down And just to taste your lips And just to keep me up God I'm tired of sleeping And just to lay inside you And just to know this feeling I wanna feel through you tonight But I won't make you I won't make you Scream my name just one more time But I won't make you I won't make you |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
I'm under attack again my dear, I'm in the way
Got no resolutions, no clever anecdotes to say And still if I yell at the top of my lungs will it be the same? I'd fly you a flag, I'd bury this pen into my veins I wanna feel through you tonight But I won't make you I won't make you The telephone number I got for you says nobody's home The best thing I can think to do right now is leave it alone And you had an apology in your mailbox since last July It's funny when you find the words to say you find no reply I wanna feel through you tonight But I won't make you I won't make you Scream my name just one more time But I won't make you I won't make you And it's been hours now To be here like this And just to lay you down And just to taste your lips And just to keep me up God I'm tired of sleeping And just to lay inside you And just to know this feeling I wanna feel through you tonight But I won't make you I won't make you Scream my name just one more time But I won't make you I won't make you |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
I have a story, a bitter anthem for everyone to hear,
about this kid who just don't like me and that's a solid fact. They say he's hunting me and as you see I'm all swelled up with fear cuz I can't get him off my back. If you see Jordan, if you see Jordan, He makes me sick, he makes me sick High school's over, high school's over and you still won't quit. You tried to fight me down at Tyler's beach and man I think that's great. You nearly cried and said to yell at you like I do at all the girls. Then you drove home real quick, did you make it in time to masturbate? There's one too many of you in this world. If you see Jordan, if you see Jordan, He makes me sick, he makes me sick High school's over, high school's over and you still won't quit. You say its chivalry, well its jealousy that led us to this song. Won't play it often just at least until you're gone. You'll stop at nothing but the real thing and everything up to that's pretend. You tried to brainwash all my friends. If you see Jordan, if you see Jordan, He makes me sick, he makes me sick High school's over, high school's over and you still won't quit. Fuck you Jordan, fuck you Jordan, You make me sick, you make me sick High school's over, high school's over I don't care if you dye your hair, You'll always be a little redhead bitch |
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from Something Corporate - Audio Boxer (2005)
I have a story, a bitter anthem for everyone to hear,
about this kid who just don't like me and that's a solid fact. They say he's hunting me and as you see I'm all swelled up with fear cuz I can't get him off my back. If you see Jordan, if you see Jordan, He makes me sick, he makes me sick High school's over, high school's over and you still won't quit. You tried to fight me down at Tyler's beach and man I think that's great. You nearly cried and said to yell at you like I do at all the girls. Then you drove home real quick, did you make it in time to masturbate? There's one too many of you in this world. If you see Jordan, if you see Jordan, He makes me sick, he makes me sick High school's over, high school's over and you still won't quit. You say its chivalry, well its jealousy that led us to this song. Won't play it often just at least until you're gone. You'll stop at nothing but the real thing and everything up to that's pretend. You tried to brainwash all my friends. If you see Jordan, if you see Jordan, He makes me sick, he makes me sick High school's over, high school's over and you still won't quit. Fuck you Jordan, fuck you Jordan, You make me sick, you make me sick High school's over, high school's over I don't care if you dye your hair, You'll always be a little redhead bitch |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
Who's the man who stole fire for the people?
Who causes trembling in the bones of evil? Who carved a mountain into a cathedral? I am immortal Half-blind and spitting straight into the wind Down, down Trying to drag me down It's all right I go to dreaming I said it's all right I, liquefying (Dog years, dog years, dog years, dog years) The blood of lions (Dog years, dog years, dog years, dog years) I ain't dying (Dog years) I am immortal Who rides the solar cycle with no hands ma? Who found the Ark inside Texarkana? Who asks the questions that have no answers? Half-blind and spitting straight into the wind Down, down Trying to drag me down Down Down (Dog years, dog years, dog years) (Dog years, dog years, dog years) I am immortal I am immortal I am immortal In dog years ... Blood of lions (Dog years, dog years, dog years, dog years) I, liquefying (Dog years, dog years, dog years, dog years) I ain't dying (Dog years) I am immortal |
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from Something Corporate - Audio Boxer (2005)
Climbing out of the sky a man who could fly
And a painting anyone could play It's a comic book crush that taught you to trust Staring out of the stands at a rock n' roll band And a hero no one else could save It was never much but it's all that you gave And I wonder if you wonder, or did your stars finally explode? Did the thunder pull you underneath the haze? I'm amazed, than I let go Little minds let little games burn big old dreams with little flames And you don't think I understand Little holes in parachutes won't leave you falling If they do, it's because you want to land Climbing out of his chair to fix the T.V. glare is a man But no one knows he's there It's a Dramamine dream that kept them alive but lost She's got her plastic friends and a brand new Benz and she laughs Hell, sometimes life ain't fair It's a comic book crush that got them nowhere And I wonder if you wonder, or did your stars finally explode? Did the thunder pull you underneath the haze? I'm amazed, than I let go Little minds let little games burn big old dreams with little flames And you don't think I understand Little holes in parachutes won't leave you falling If they do, it's because you want to land These elevator doors are closing again you leave before I planned I taste you walking down the hall You left your perfume on the nightstand |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
It's a good year for a murder
She's praying to Jesus, she's pulling the trigger There's no tears, cause he's not here She washes her hands and she fixes the dinner, But soon they'll be coming to rush her away And no ones so sure if her crime had a reason The reasons like seasons They constantly change, And the seasons of last year Like reasons have floated away Away with this spilled milk Away with this dirty dish water, away Seventeen years and all that he gave was a daughter ""It's me and the moon,"" she says ""And I've got no trouble with that, but I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die"" ""It's me and the moon,"" she says And it's over, but just started The blood stained the carpet Her heart like a crystal She's lucid and departed A life left behind, she can find in her mind gone away Away with these nightmares Away with suburbia Shake down away You marry a role and You give up your soul til you break down ""It's me and the moon,"" she says ""And I've got no trouble with that, But I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die"" ""It's me and the moon,"" she says But what do you say we go for a ride? What do you say we get high? But I'm so tired of days that feel like the night ""It's me and the moon,"" she says ""And I've got no trouble with that, And I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die I am a butterfly, I am a butterfly, I am a butterfly"" |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
It's a good year for a murder
She's praying to Jesus She's pulling the trigger There's no tears Cause he's not here She washes her hands And she fixes the dinner But soon they'll be coming to rush her away No one's so sure if her crime had a reason But reasons like seasons they constantly change And the seasons of lies still like reasons are flowing, away Away with this spilled milk? Away with this dirty dishwater? Away Seventeen years and all that he gave was a daughter It's me and the moon she says I got no trouble with that And I am a butterfly but you wouldn't let me die It's me and the moon she says And it's over, it just started The blood stained the carpet Her heart like a crystal She's lucid and departed A life left behind she can find in her mind, gone away Away with these nightmares Away with suburbia shakedown Away You marry a role and you give up your soul till you break down It's me and the moon she says I got no trouble with that And I am a butterfly but you wouldn't let me die It's me and the moon she says But what do you say we go for a ride What do you say we get high But I'm so tired of days that feel like the night It's me and the moon she says I got no trouble with that And I am a butterfly but you wouldn't let me die And I am a butterfly but you wouldn't let me die And I am a butterfly And I am a butterfly And I am a butterfly |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
It's a good year for a murder
She's praying to Jesus She's pulling the trigger There's no tears Cause he's not here She washes her hands And she fixes the dinner But soon they'll be coming to rush her away No one's so sure if her crime had a reason But reasons like seasons they constantly change And the seasons of lies still like reasons are flowing, away Away with this spilled milk? Away with this dirty dishwater? Away Seventeen years and all that he gave was a daughter It's me and the moon she says I got no trouble with that And I am a butterfly but you wouldn't let me die It's me and the moon she says And it's over, it just started The blood stained the carpet Her heart like a crystal She's lucid and departed A life left behind she can find in her mind, gone away Away with these nightmares Away with suburbia shakedown Away You marry a role and you give up your soul till you break down It's me and the moon she says I got no trouble with that And I am a butterfly but you wouldn't let me die It's me and the moon she says But what do you say we go for a ride What do you say we get high But I'm so tired of days that feel like the night It's me and the moon she says I got no trouble with that And I am a butterfly but you wouldn't let me die And I am a butterfly but you wouldn't let me die And I am a butterfly And I am a butterfly And I am a butterfly |
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from Clutch - Transnational Speedway League: Anthems, Anecdotes And Undeniable Truths (1993)
Fine swine, wish you were mine
Bite the apple of my eye This little piggy never made it home Helter skelter, run for shelter Can't escape the boiling swelter Beat you like the dog that you are Oh, I could kill you if I wanted Kill you with my own two hands Oh, I'm so happy I could kill you Kill you like a sacrificial lamb Because you, you are nothing but an animal With a branding iron on your back A sight so obscene, a sight so absurd So many ways to skin a cat All cut up All cut up Everything tastes better now My hands, these tools, the fatted cow The swine, the wine, the coming feast Your Jesus Christ has canine teeth Fine swine, wish you were mine Bite the apple of my eye This little piggy never made it home Helter skelter, run for shelter Can't escape the boiling swelter Beat you like the dog that you are Because you, you are nothing but an animal With a branding iron on your back A sight so obscene, a sight so absurd So many ways to skin a cat All cut up All cut up Everything tastes better now My hands, these tools, the fatted cow The swine, the wine, the coming feast Your Jesus Christ has canine teeth |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Another lonely night in Amsterdam
The stars were coming out in waves And I miss my Miss America from the Park Hotel But I'm too stoned to call today And when everything you've wanted Is hard to hide behind your eyes Am I'm locked in my hotel room turning over our good-byes I will write this down for you So you can read it I will hold my breath for you Til' I can't feel it Another lonely night in Amsterdam The water moving through the sound Of the blood thats boiling in my veins And the food I can't keep down And I don't care if you don't love me And I don't care if you don't change And I could live inside these shadows that I cast for you If it meant that you would stay And I'll be home before the morning comes And you won't have to be alone I will write this down for you So you can read it I will hold my breath for you Til' i can't feel it You won't have to see me this way 'Cause this way I'm okay I will write this down I will write this down Oh love, I'm tangled up again Oh love, when does this twisting end? When does this twisting end? I will write this down for you So you can read it I will hold my breath for you Til' I can't feel it You don't have to see me this way 'Cause this way I'm okay I will write this down for you So you could read it |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Another lonely night in Amersterdam
And stars are coming out in waves I miss my Miss America in Park Hotel But I'm too stoned to call it a day And when everything you wanted Is to hide behind your eyes And I'm locked in my hotel room Turning over our goodbyes I will write this down for you So you can read it I will hold my breath for you Till I can't feel it Another lonely night in Amsterdam And water's moving through the sound The blood is boiling in my veins And the food I can't keep down And I don't care if you don't love me And I don't care if you don't change I could live inside the shadow that I cast for you And the myth that you would stay And I'll be home before the morning comes You won't have to be alone I will write this down for you So you can read it I will hold my breath for you Till I can't feel it You don't have to see me this way Cause this way I'm okay I will write this down, I will write this down Oh love, I'm tangled up, again Oh love, when does this twisting end? When does this twisting end? I will write this down for you So you can read it I will hold my breath for you Till I can't feel it You won't have to see me this way Cause this way I'm okay I will write this down for you So you can read it |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Another lonely night in Amersterdam
And stars are coming out in waves I miss my Miss America in Park Hotel But I'm too stoned to call it a day And when everything you wanted Is to hide behind your eyes And I'm locked in my hotel room Turning over our goodbyes I will write this down for you So you can read it I will hold my breath for you Till I can't feel it Another lonely night in Amsterdam And water's moving through the sound The blood is boiling in my veins And the food I can't keep down And I don't care if you don't love me And I don't care if you don't change I could live inside the shadow that I cast for you And the myth that you would stay And I'll be home before the morning comes You won't have to be alone I will write this down for you So you can read it I will hold my breath for you Till I can't feel it You don't have to see me this way Cause this way I'm okay I will write this down, I will write this down Oh love, I'm tangled up, again Oh love, when does this twisting end? When does this twisting end? I will write this down for you So you can read it I will hold my breath for you Till I can't feel it You won't have to see me this way Cause this way I'm okay I will write this down for you So you can read it |
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from Clutch - The Elephant Riders (1998)
Went to the five and dime,
bought myself a copy of Time, and on the cover was a woman that I knew when I was excavating in the mountains of Peru. I caught a plane to L.I.A. I didn't know what I would say. Maybe she would like me, I had lost a lot of weight since she had last seen me in 1988. Went to a local bar and ordered a cerveza, asked a man about the woman on the cover, dijo, "Claro que si, es el presidente's daughter." Asked him where she might me, "You did not hear this from me. The girl is a terrorista en las montanas a Chuquibambilla." Took a bus through mountains. Oh, my head was pounding. Got to stay strong and carry on. Got to stay strong, it won't be long. Arrived in the villa surrounded by guerrillas. Then my girl took me in her arms. She said, "How have you been? Oh, but I'll see you again." I woke up in a coffin underneath an altar to the east of Machu Pichu. Crawled from the royal tomb. The sun was bright, it burned my eyes. I knew that she was gone so I went down to the riverside and I cried. I went down to the riverside I went down and I cried. Muchas veces, I don't know if I'm coming or I'm going. Muchas veces, I'm at a loss as what to do. Muchas veces, I don't know if I'm coming or I'm going. Muches veces, I'm at a loss as what to do. My friend said, "She's nothing but pain." I said, "I still love her the same. All she needs is a little bit of love and I'm sure I can make her change some." "What about that girl in Zaire that you met while a volunteer? She got quite the education and quite the pair of legs on her." "Oh, she married an Englishman, a correspondent for CNN. She thought he was rather handsome in a UN blue flak jacket. Oh, I see where your coming from, but for me there is no other one. I must be on my merry way." Went to the five and dime, bought myself a copy of Time, and on the cover was a woman that I knew claiming she was a kahuna down on Oahu. Caught a plane to H.I.A. The sun was bright, it burned my eyes. I knew that she was near because I felt shivers on my spine. I felt fine. |
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from Clutch - Slow Hole to China: Rare and Unreleased (2005)
They landed in Manhattan
With rifles and hatchets Screeching 'bout the living dead Eatin' all the fodder Like there wasn't a tomorrow As they feared, how they feared, how they feared Sacajawea is gettin' meaner Nickle dime, nickle dime, nickle dime It's such a long road that we travel Nickle dime, nickle dime, nickle dime Causin' more commotion With that steam locomotion On the flyin' country mile Blisters by the fistfulls 'Til the foreman blows the whistle And drinkin' whiskey all the while Sacajawea is gettin' meaner Nickle dime, nickle dime, nickle dime It's such a long road that we travel Nickle dime, nickle dime Get up on the chuckwagon If your feet are draggin' Get up on the chuckwagon If your feet are draggin' Get up on the chuckwagon If your feet are draggin'-yeah! Well they landed on Europa And it's colder than Dakota But they took the bull by the horns For the frozen ocean Foreman has himself the notion "This ain't nothing we ain't done before!" Sacajawea is gettin' meaner Nickle dime, nickle dime, nickle dime It's such a long road that we travel Nickle dime, nickle dime, nickle dime Sacajawea is gettin' meaner Nickle dime, nickle dime, nickle dime It's such a long road that we travel Nickle dime, nickle dime |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
Not What It Seems
by Something Corporate A long day If ever these questions were yours what would you say? I don't know But I'm writing the answers on cheap paper napkins And now he's turning off And now she's shutting down It's not what it seems Nothing's the same when you give it away No, it's not what it seems It's just what you think it is And these fights They climb through my veins like it's mercury rising And these nights I seem to remember a home that was better And now he's turning off And now she's shutting down It's not what it seems Nothing's the same when you give it away No, it's not what it seems It's just what you think it is Now he's turning off The family is breaking down It's not what it seems Nothing's the same when you give it away No, it's not what it seems It's just what you think it is It's just what you think it is |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Piece by piece, and bit by bit
i'll break this down for you, real slow but i can't whisper all of this and i can't seem to let this go so i'll watch the matches, turn to ashes i'll watch the matches, turn to ashes i can tell its your turn, i smell the sulfur so clear and fire's a beautiful sound and the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear and ashes just fall to the ground yeah we're only ashes part and part and inch my inch you'll have your mile when its through incinerate whats left of this and torch the part of me that's you so i'll watch the matches, turn to ashes i can tell it's your turn, i smell the sulfur so clear and fire's a beautiful sound and the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear and ashes just fall to the ground yeah we're only ashes i can tell it's your turn, i smell the sulfur so clear and fire's a beautiful sound and the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear and ashes just fall to the ground yeah we're only ashes |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Piece by piece, and bit by bit
i'll break this down for you, real slow but i can't whisper all of this and i can't seem to let this go so i'll watch the matches, turn to ashes i'll watch the matches, turn to ashes i can tell its your turn, i smell the sulfur so clear and fire's a beautiful sound and the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear and ashes just fall to the ground yeah we're only ashes part and part and inch my inch you'll have your mile when its through incinerate whats left of this and torch the part of me that's you so i'll watch the matches, turn to ashes i can tell it's your turn, i smell the sulfur so clear and fire's a beautiful sound and the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear and ashes just fall to the ground yeah we're only ashes i can tell it's your turn, i smell the sulfur so clear and fire's a beautiful sound and the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear and ashes just fall to the ground yeah we're only ashes |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Piece by piece, and bit by bit
i'll break this down for you, real slow but i can't whisper all of this and i can't seem to let this go so i'll watch the matches, turn to ashes i'll watch the matches, turn to ashes i can tell its your turn, i smell the sulfur so clear and fire's a beautiful sound and the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear and ashes just fall to the ground yeah we're only ashes part and part and inch my inch you'll have your mile when its through incinerate whats left of this and torch the part of me that's you so i'll watch the matches, turn to ashes i can tell it's your turn, i smell the sulfur so clear and fire's a beautiful sound and the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear and ashes just fall to the ground yeah we're only ashes i can tell it's your turn, i smell the sulfur so clear and fire's a beautiful sound and the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear and ashes just fall to the ground yeah we're only ashes |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
Won't you open up the border
To rivers running green, green, green, green, green I have kilo loads of plastic To trade for pumpkins seeds, seeds, seeds, seeds, seeds I know folks in Wichita as well as Santa Fe All veterans of the trade Alright! Open it up, open it up, open it Living for the trade Open it up, open it up, open it Just living for the trade Open it up, open it up, open it Living for the trade Open it up, open it up, open it The merry wives of Windsor I swapped for cans of Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam While sipping fine darjeeling With an English man, man, man, man, man I know folks in Liverpool as well as in Bombay All veterans of the trade Alright! Open it up, open it up, open it Living for the trade Open it up, open it up, open it Just living for the trade Open it up, open it up, open it Living for the trade Open it up, open it up, open it In a tent on the caravan road you'll find those things you thought were gone Bartered for jasmine and silk and furs of frozen mastodons YEAH I know folks in Wichita as well as in Bombay All veterans of the trade Open it up Opening the border Open it up, open it up, open it We're opening the border (Living for the trade) Opening the border Open it up, open it up, open it We're openinnnnng (Just living for the trade) Opening the border Open it up, open it up, open it We're opening the border (Living for the trade) Opening the border Open it up, open it up, open it We're openinnnnng |
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from Clutch - Slow Hole to China: Rare and Unreleased (2005)
Went out the back of Halifax
All the way to Virginia, Fairfax It wasn't weird enough So I went west to Oregon All I, All I wonder While I run Is what's, is what's Next on my agenda I made a ruckus with a succubus Before she knew I was amphibious She threw her hands up and started to scream "Man you look like your straight outta V." All I, all I wonder While I run Is what's, is what's Next on my agenda (spoken) And so it was that I, a wayward throwback to the Mesozoic, was enslaved as a circus freak to entertain you drunken monkeys. But Fate still had her twisted sense of humor and she granted me safe passage to sunny Florida, where for over the past 300 years now I have been breeding with an unheard of efficiency. And soon my progeny will rise up and say "Hail Draco, king of the dragon men!" I fashion my crown from Quetzlcoatl's quills Build my palace in the jungles of Brazil In the summertime come my children "For I hail Draco, king of dragon men!" I fashion my crown from Quetzlcoatl's quills Build my palace in the jungles of Brazil In the summertime come my children "For I hail Draco, king of dragon men!" |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
Punk Rock Princess
by Something Corporate Maybe when the room is empty Maybe when the bottle's full Maybe when the door gets broke down Love can break in Maybe when I'm done with thinking Maybe you can think me whole Maybe when I'm done with endings This can begin If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your garage band king You could tell me why you just don't fit in And how you're gonna be something Maybe when your hair gets darker Maybe when your eyes get wide Maybe when the walls are smaller There will be no more space Maybe when I'm not so tired Maybe you could step inside Maybe when I look for things That I can't replace If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your garage band king You could tell me why you just don't fit in And how you're gonna be something If I could be your first real heartache I would do it over again If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your heroine I never thought you'd last I never dreamed you would You watch your life go past You wonder if you should If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your garage band king You could tell me why you just don't fit in And how you're gonna be something If I could be your first real heartache I would do it over again If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your heroine If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your garage band king You could tell me why you just don't fit in And how you're gonna be something |
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from Something Corporate - Audio Boxer (2005)
Punk Rock Princess
by Something Corporate Maybe when the room is empty Maybe when the bottle's full Maybe when the door gets broke down Love can break in Maybe when I'm done with thinking Maybe you can think me whole Maybe when I'm done with endings This can begin If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your garage band king You could tell me why you just don't fit in And how you're gonna be something Maybe when your hair gets darker Maybe when your eyes get wide Maybe when the walls are smaller There will be no more space Maybe when I'm not so tired Maybe you could step inside Maybe when I look for things That I can't replace If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your garage band king You could tell me why you just don't fit in And how you're gonna be something If I could be your first real heartache I would do it over again If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your heroine I never thought you'd last I never dreamed you would You watch your life go past You wonder if you should If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your garage band king You could tell me why you just don't fit in And how you're gonna be something If I could be your first real heartache I would do it over again If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your heroine If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your garage band king You could tell me why you just don't fit in And how you're gonna be something |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
I walk wherever the weather provides
cause everybody needs some time outside gimme no lip and I'll tell you no lie hands down the illest ventriloquist this side of the mississippi river high that's right operator smoother than faders on an automated sound board Andretti's never raced me but if he wants to, oh I'm ready, ready coordination of the eye and hand--it's not my strong point but i make due with what I have pure rock fury the solution is so clear calling all humans and able volunteers I walk wherever the weather provides cause everybody needs some time outside I seen them boxes in peliculas; one time stands out in particular I seen you dance in the arena all in make-up dressed up like a ballerina I got to wonder what's got into you or just what you got into pure rock fury the solution is so clear calling all humans and able volunteers I walk wherever the weather provides cause everybody needs some time outside gimme no lip and I'll tell you no lie hotter than abba in nevada sun in a real small car with the windows rolled up no super trooper cause you pooped your pants and you're screaming o please just give me one more chance not one to shrink from helping humankind brother but one other thing that you might keep in mind coordination of the eye and hand--it's not my strong point but I make due with what I have pure rock fury the solution is so clear calling all humans and able volunteers |
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from Clutch - Transnational Speedway League: Anthems, Anecdotes And Undeniable Truths (1993)
Rats over the dishes
Rats over the dishes Please tell me what the ratties say Please tell me what the ratties say Rats over the dishes And God was certainly a genius To expose this human weakness Rats over the dishes Please tell me what the ratties say Please tell me what the ratties say Rats over the dishes And to think that this was once my home But now some sick bastard's pleasure dome They say to build a better man trap the rats, Will lead a path to your door Build a better man trap And the rats will beat a path to your door And the doorway is a cutaway of flesh and bone Lay me down upon a bed of roses |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
Pan-amoebic algebra, breed bizarre bacteria, what to do, oh what to do
Africanized killer bees, alabastar dieties, milk from spoons, sip milk from spoons Within the ruins against the firth The salamander has given birth Only red horse rainbows can save us Let them run wild and asunder Call the royal guard to let the people in Flaming arrows by hundreds Pull the bog man from the peat, stand him up on both his feet He jigs and reels, he jigs and reels Infiltrating silver crabs, carry a most scented flag, to their front lines, to their front lines Within the ruins Against the firth The salamander has given birth Only red horse rainbows can save us Let them run wild and asunder Call the royal guard to let the people in Flaming arrows by hundreds And now the salamander Run to the tower and call up the magus If he has caused this, we'll tear out his pages Throw 'im in shackles And remove his hands |
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from Clutch - Slow Hole to China: Rare and Unreleased (2005)
You look so good while you're riding
On your pterodactyl Storming castles with abandon And rainbows by fistfuls Now lets go dancing madly backwards While on a sea of air Everyone I hear is saying Captain Peon will be there When we go carelessly careening quickly Screaming all the way Gravity is such a drag And we will not obey Carelessly careening quickly Screaming all the way Gravity is such a drag Now we will have our way Wasn't I? Or was it shadow? A trick of light in play Leaving me to see that I saw The garden from whence we came But I'm not saying anything That hasn't been said before You may hear it now if you wish to Put an ear against the floor Then we go carelessly careening quickly Screaming all the way Gravity is such a drag And we will not obey Carelessly careening quickly Screaming all the way Gravity is such a drag Now we will have our way Now we will have it! On the hills of charming dragons There is snow falling everywhere Sorcerers bring a new Sun And we will soon be there Then we go carelessly careening quickly Screaming all the way Gravity is such a drag And we will not obey Carelessly careening quickly Screaming all the way Gravity is such a drag Now we will have our way Now we will have it! |
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from Clutch - Clutch (1995)
In the North they call us Rebels
In the South they call us Yankees Because every other suckers born to do the hokey-pokey With the skillet lickin' time keepers The grinnin' reapers Of a missionary rock star You can rock it like Sir Sisyphus But even in its Genesis It's really quite ridiculous 'Lectro hobo, so now you know Not to clock the Weeble Wobble Hot Rod Gang Revelator Big Bang You can't hang with the heavinesses hung Among the houses of the rising tongue S'no fun to crack the axles But its gotta be done 'Cause whenever you wobble the weebles You know they get ticked-off And in the season of Bol-Weevil speaking evil in your ear And a pile of manure fertilizing all your fears We yabba-dabba-doo all the way to Shangri-La Here it is with the rock n' roll outlaw Where rock is criminal, criminals rock! Where rock is criminal, the criminals they rock! Where rock is criminal, criminals rock! ...Like this Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! I'm a rock n' roll outlaw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Yeah So you can rock it like Sir Sisyphus But even in its Genesis It's really quite ridiculous 'Lectro hobo, so now you know Not to clock the Weeble Wobble Hot Rod Gang Yeah, yeah Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! I'm a rock n' roll outlaw Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
This is the only lonely picture
Waiting on my floor Littering my shore This is the last true burning letter Given to a girl Written by a boy Living in a world created to destroy But if I built you a city, would you let me? Would you tear it down? But there you go for the last time I finally know now what I should have known then And I could still be ruthless if you'll let me But there you go and I'm not done You're waving goodbye, well at least you're having fun The rising tide will not let you forget me Forget me And this is your ghost that kneels before me Razors on her tongue, a body full of oxygen It wont be the last time she'll ignore me The thinning of my skin, without the strength to go The winter's setting in, to cover you in snow But if I built you a city, would you let me? Would you tear it down? But there you go for the last time I finally know now what I should have known then And I could still be ruthless if you'll let me But there you go and I'm not done You're waving goodbye, well at least you're having fun The rising tide will not let you forget me Forget me Forget me Forget me Forget me, yeah And Il'l raise towers and Climb them Rivers and walk them Oceans to drown in You won't make a sound in But there you go for the last time I finally know now what I should have known then And I could still be ruthless if you'll let me But there you go and I'm not done You're waving goodbye, well at least you're having fun The rising tide will not let you forget me Forget me |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
This is the only lonely picture
Waiting on my floor Littering my shore This is the last true burning letter Given to a girl Written by a boy Living in a world created to destroy But if I built you a city, would you let me Would you tear it down? But there you go for the last time I finally know now what I should have known then That I could still be ruthless if you'll let me But there you go and I'm not done You're waving goodbye, but at least you're having fun The rising tide will not let you forget me Forget me This is the ghost that kneels before me Raises on her tongue, a body full of oxygen It won't be the last time she'll ignore me The thinning of my skin, without the strength to go The winter's setting in, to cover you in snow But if I built you a city, would you let me Would you tear it down? But there you go for the last time I finally know now what I should have known then That I could still be ruthless if you'll let me But there you go and I'm not done You're waving goodbye, but at least you're having fun The rising tide will not let you forget me Forget me Forget me Forget me Forget me, yeah I'll raise towers and climb them Rivers and walk them Oceans to drown in You won't make a sound in But there you go for the last time I finally know now what I should have known then That I could still be ruthless if you'll let me But there you go and I'm not done You're waving goodbye, but at least you're having fun The rising tide will not let you forget me Forget me |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
This is the only lonely picture
Waiting on my floor Littering my shore This is the last true burning letter Given to a girl Written by a boy Living in a world created to destroy But if I built you a city, would you let me Would you tear it down? But there you go for the last time I finally know now what I should have known then That I could still be ruthless if you'll let me But there you go and I'm not done You're waving goodbye, but at least you're having fun The rising tide will not let you forget me Forget me This is the ghost that kneels before me Raises on her tongue, a body full of oxygen It won't be the last time she'll ignore me The thinning of my skin, without the strength to go The winter's setting in, to cover you in snow But if I built you a city, would you let me Would you tear it down? But there you go for the last time I finally know now what I should have known then That I could still be ruthless if you'll let me But there you go and I'm not done You're waving goodbye, but at least you're having fun The rising tide will not let you forget me Forget me Forget me Forget me Forget me, yeah I'll raise towers and climb them Rivers and walk them Oceans to drown in You won't make a sound in But there you go for the last time I finally know now what I should have known then That I could still be ruthless if you'll let me But there you go and I'm not done You're waving goodbye, but at least you're having fun The rising tide will not let you forget me Forget me |
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from Clutch - Slow Hole to China: Rare and Unreleased (2005)
The killers, scylla, and the limping fool all beggars play by the beggar's own rules On sea of destruction
All right A sea destruction Blackest jackets of their burning books A lecher loves what a lecher should On a sea destruction All right A sea of destruction Build your ship and sail across the sea of flame Leviathans will guide you into where they say Kings dig ditches witches stitch in witches' time And proper paupers are of sound body and mind Greenest genius of the fallen fool All the beggars play by beggars' own rules On a sea of destrction Build your ship and saill across the sea of flame Leviathans will guide you into where they say Kings dig ditches witches stitch in witches' time And proper paupers are of sound body and in mind |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Tonight I watched the lights go out in your house
wondering how I could get so deep, and you could still get sleep. In vain I blame my trembling on the cold air, but I can't hide that i relied on you, like yellow does on blue. And you're my good feeling. I'm kneeling. Inside a room she paints me blue. And you are my reason for breathing. Inside a room she paints me blue again. Atlanta started raining on me, and teenage love was underground. Tonight I'll break the surface. Atlanta started raining on me, but no young girl was claiming me, or naming me. And destiny gets nervous. And you're my good feeling. I'm kneeling. Inside a room she paints me blue. And you are my reason for breathing. Inside a room she paints me blue again. Atlanta started raining on me, on me. Atlanta started raining on me, on me... |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Tonight I watched the lights go out in your house
Wondering how I could get so deep And you could still get sleep In vain I blame my trembling on the cold air But I can't hide that I've relied on you Like yellow does on blue And you're my Good feeling I'm kneeling Inside a room she paints me blue And you are My reason For breathing Inside a room she paints me blue, again Atlanta started raining on me And teenage love was underground Tonight I'll break the surface Atlanta started raining on me And no young girl was claiming me Or naming me and destiny gets nervous And you're my Good feeling I'm kneeling Inside a room she paints me blue And you are My reason For breathing Inside a room she paints me blue, again And you're my Good feeling I'm kneeling Inside a room she paints me blue And you are My reason For breathing Inside a room she paints me blue, again Atlanta started raining on me On me Atlanta started raining on me On me |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Tonight I watched the lights go out in your house
Wondering how I could get so deep And you could still get sleep In vain I blame my trembling on the cold air But I can't hide that I've relied on you Like yellow does on blue And you're my Good feeling I'm kneeling Inside a room she paints me blue And you are My reason For breathing Inside a room she paints me blue, again Atlanta started raining on me And teenage love was underground Tonight I'll break the surface Atlanta started raining on me And no young girl was claiming me Or naming me and destiny gets nervous And you're my Good feeling I'm kneeling Inside a room she paints me blue And you are My reason For breathing Inside a room she paints me blue, again And you're my Good feeling I'm kneeling Inside a room she paints me blue And you are My reason For breathing Inside a room she paints me blue, again Atlanta started raining on me On me Atlanta started raining on me On me |
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from Clutch - The Elephant Riders (1998)
Tin shacks and catfish bones
been 'bout all I ever known The junebugs rattle and roll around the old maypole Thunder and lightning I said the catfish are biting I took a riverboat downstream I think you know what I mean The chicken hawks, they are gathering Above my head, they are circling Old friends coming out visiting say, "Hi," talk about collecting Stray dogs won't come near me Was blind, now I see clearly Believe I'm fixing to die When you're living in the country it's "why, oh why?" Whoa, I'm sorry that I left my home Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa, I'm sorry that I left my home Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Look over yonder there on the farther shore On the farther shore look over yonder there I see a ship of gold I see a ship of gold Beyond that mountain there I see a Citty-on-the-Hille Its gates are open wide I hear the ringing bells Look over yonder there on toward the burying ground Poor boy is all afire Poor boy is dead and gone Whoa, Poor boy is dead and gone Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa One of these days the Ship of Gold will carry me to my reward Out of this world it will take me to hear the horns of Jubilee Pig fat and old pork rinds ain't enough to keep a man alive The bullfrog sleeps all day Come night he has his say Believe I'm fixing to die Believe I'll take my rest Believe I'm fixing to die Believe I'll take my rest Whoa, I'm sorry that I left my home. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa, I'm sorry that I left my home. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
Oh I ain't joking when I'm telling ya
That while in the Yakima Digging up them thunderegg stones Well, we cracked them wide open The mountain started smoking And the sky turned the color of a crow Oooohhh, oooohhhh Fires in the northlands Floods to the south Put the pedal to the metal And let it all hang out (Go-go, go-go) Fires in the northlands (Go-go, go-go) Floods to the south (Go-go, go-go) Put the pedal to the metal (Go-go, go-go) And let it all hang out The ash turned to confetti ALLELUIA! Outside them great tri-cities ALLELUIA! Oh, God showed his great mercy ALLELUIA! Turned ash into confetti ALLELUIA! Handkerchiefs on coughing mouths Running to the full hotels Left us with no other place but home And in the distance Tail lights came and went Sometimes as eyes of Vulcan sorcery Oooohhh, oooohhhh Fires in the northlands Floods to the south Put the pedal to the metal And let it all hang out (Go-go, go-go) Fires in the northlands (Go-go, go-go) Floods to the south (Go-go, go-go) Put the pedal to the metal (Go-go, go-go) And let it all hang out The ash turned to confetti ALLELUIA! Outside them great tri-cities ALLELUIA! Oh, God showed his great mercy ALLELUIA! Turned ash into confetti ALLELUIA! Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe we'll make it to that rise Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe we'll see another sun rise OH YEAH The ash turned to confetti ALLELUIA! Outside them great tri-cities ALLELUIA! Oh, God showed his great mercy ALLELUIA! Turned ash into confetti ALLELUIA! Turned ash into confetti ALLELUIA! Outside them great tri-cities ALLELUIA! Oh, God showed his great mercy ALLELUIA! Turned ash into confetti ALLELUIA! ALLELUIA! ALLELUIA! |
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from Clutch - Slow Hole to China: Rare and Unreleased (2005)
Dig a slow hole to China
Like a Bangkok miner No turn un-stoned I tremble Hold my candle's handle Mama always said "You better come home" Stuck in the mud Dug a slow hole My blue cow Gotta get her back here somehow My brown bag Never gonna guess what I have Mama always said "You better come home" Stuck in the mud Dug a slow hole If it's too shallow then dig it more deep If it's too narrow then dig it more wide If you see a point of light Shake hands with the other side If it's too shallow then dig it more deep If it's too narrow then dig it more wide If you see the point of light Shake hands with the other side A lighthouse in Kentucky Oh I should be so lucky Sell fill dirt to the groundlings And water to the drowning Mama always said "You better come home" Stuck in the mud Dug a slow hole |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
One unworthy worker's version on the verge of vernacular
Enter a sour house to do battle with spectacular draculas Lick tall walls to find them all sweeter than a cane Pour the quick elixir in your wounds to ease the pain Oh Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz Medicine of modern miracles, voodoo to those out of focus Experts explain experience -- "Hocus pocus, hocus pocus!" Mouthfuls down in a floating locus, most of us deny Medicine of modern miracles, who knew circles with no foci? Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz Trapped in sap, chambered in a tree Shadow of a giant across the centuries Bits of shattered glass scattered on the shore Break the genie bottle and open up the door Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Home,
Is this a quiet place where you should be alone? Is this where the tortured and the troubled find their own? I don't know, But I can tell this isn't you your cover's blown. But oh no, Don't you dare hang up this phone. Hey. Give me space so I can breathe. Give me space so I can sleep. Give me space so you can drown in this with me. In this place, The lonely escapade in outer space. There's no antidote for irony you say, That you have, When you know, That you don't. And you say, That you can, When you know, That you won't. Hey. Give me space so I can breathe. Give me space so I can sleep. Give me space so you can drown in this with me. Hey. Give me space but I can't breathe. Give me space but I can't sleep. Give me just one inch I swear that's all I need. Oh. These battered walls and TV screens; Sometimes they make me want to scream. Ah. Hey. Give me space so I can breathe. Give me space so I can sleep. Give me space so you can drown in this with me. Hey. Give me space but I can't breathe. Give me space but I can't sleep. Give me just one inch I swear that's all I need. |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Home,
Is this a quiet place where you should be alone? Is this where the tortured and the troubled find their own? I don't know, But I can tell this isn't you your cover's blown. But oh no, Don't you dare hang up this phone. Hey. Give me space so I can breathe. Give me space so I can sleep. Give me space so you can drown in this with me. In this place, The lonely escapade in outer space. There's no antidote for irony you say, That you have, When you know, That you don't. And you say, That you can, When you know, That you won't. Hey. Give me space so I can breathe. Give me space so I can sleep. Give me space so you can drown in this with me. Hey. Give me space but I can't breathe. Give me space but I can't sleep. Give me just one inch I swear that's all I need. Oh. These battered walls and TV screens; Sometimes they make me want to scream. Ah. Hey. Give me space so I can breathe. Give me space so I can sleep. Give me space so you can drown in this with me. Hey. Give me space but I can't breathe. Give me space but I can't sleep. Give me just one inch I swear that's all I need. |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Home,
Is this a quiet place where you should be alone? Is this where the tortured and the troubled find their own? I don't know, But I can tell this isn't you your cover's blown. But oh no, Don't you dare hang up this phone. Hey. Give me space so I can breathe. Give me space so I can sleep. Give me space so you can drown in this with me. In this place, The lonely escapade in outer space. There's no antidote for irony you say, That you have, When you know, That you don't. And you say, That you can, When you know, That you won't. Hey. Give me space so I can breathe. Give me space so I can sleep. Give me space so you can drown in this with me. Hey. Give me space but I can't breathe. Give me space but I can't sleep. Give me just one inch I swear that's all I need. Oh. These battered walls and TV screens; Sometimes they make me want to scream. Ah. Hey. Give me space so I can breathe. Give me space so I can sleep. Give me space so you can drown in this with me. Hey. Give me space but I can't breathe. Give me space but I can't sleep. Give me just one inch I swear that's all I need. |
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from Clutch - Clutch (1995)
Dodge Swinger 1973, Galaxy 500
All the way, stars green, gotta go Dodge Swinger 1973, top down, chassis low Panel dim, light drive, Jesus on the dashboard T-minus whenever it feels right, Galaxy 500 Planets align, a king is born Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Dodge Swinger 1973, flaps down, chassis free Buzz Aldrin, Armstrong, or maybe just me Don't worry, it's coming Don't worry, it's coming Jesus on the dashboard, oh yeah Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Yeah, yeah, yeah I turn on the radio Hey kid, are you going my way? Hop in, we'll have ourselves a field day We'll find us some spacegrass Lay low, watch the universe expand Skyway, permanent Saturday By the way, Saturn is my rotary Hop in, it'll be eternity Till we make it to M83 Once around the Sun, cruising, climbing Jupiter cyclops winks at me, yeah, he knows who's driving Hit neutral in the tail of a comet Let the vortex pull my weight Push the seat back a little lower Watch light bend in the blower Planets align, a king is born Dodge Swinger Jesus on the dashboard, oh yeah Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah I turn on the radio Hey kid, are you going my way? Hop in, we'll have ourselves a field day We'll find us some spacegrass Lay low, watch the universe expand Skyway, permanent Saturday By the way, Saturn is my rotary Hop in, it'll be eternity Till we make it to M83 Yeah, yeah |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
Dodge Swinger 1973, Galaxy 500
All the way, stars green, gotta go Dodge Swinger 1973, top down, chassis low Panel dim, light drive, Jesus on the dashboard T-minus whenever it feels right, Galaxy 500 Planets align, a king is born Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Dodge Swinger 1973, flaps down, chassis free Buzz Aldrin, Armstrong, or maybe just me Don't worry, it's coming Don't worry, it's coming Jesus on the dashboard, oh yeah Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Yeah, yeah, yeah I turn on the radio Hey kid, are you going my way? Hop in, we'll have ourselves a field day We'll find us some spacegrass Lay low, watch the universe expand Skyway, permanent Saturday By the way, Saturn is my rotary Hop in, it'll be eternity Till we make it to M83 Once around the Sun, cruising, climbing Jupiter cyclops winks at me, yeah, he knows who's driving Hit neutral in the tail of a comet Let the vortex pull my weight Push the seat back a little lower Watch light bend in the blower Planets align, a king is born Dodge Swinger Jesus on the dashboard, oh yeah Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah I turn on the radio Hey kid, are you going my way? Hop in, we'll have ourselves a field day We'll find us some spacegrass Lay low, watch the universe expand Skyway, permanent Saturday By the way, Saturn is my rotary Hop in, it'll be eternity Till we make it to M83 Yeah, yeah |
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