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from Frank Black - Dog In The Sand (2001)
I'm headed for the dark
Take shit as shit is If you can take this town I say good show 'Cause city hall all are freaks And the coffee is getting weak I'm going to make my mark Maybe in show biz Maybe on solid ground I do not know But I'm thinking all the time And I'm saving all my dimes Blast off I can foresee foresee Blast off [x2] Cast off Save all my money just for Blast off Blast off I can foresee foresee Blast off Chemical Take on my chemical for Comatose Comatose Wake from a sleep that was Six months Rasthof Zwanzig kilometers bis Rasthof I need it Blast off I can foresee foresee And when we get there the Irish in Me's gonna claim it for France I'm in a beckett trance From all that chemical Blast off I can foresee foresee Blast off [x2] Union pour la promotion de la Propulsion Photonique Isidis Home on the dome of the Isidis Tops off I think I'm gonna get some Rocks off I need it Blast off I can foresee foresee And when we get there the Irish in Me's gonna claim it for France I'm in a beckett trance From all that chemical And when we get there the Irish in Me's gonna claim it for France I'm wearing Beckett's pants From all that chemical And when we get there the Irish in Me's gonna claim it for France I'm in a beckett trance From all that chemical (x2) And when we get there the Irish in Me's gonna claim it for France I'm on a beckett rants From all that chemical Blast off I can foresee foresee Blast off [x2] Cast off Save all my money just for Blast off Blast off I can foresee foresee Blast off Blast off (x2) |
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from Frank Black - Dog In The Sand (2001)
I've seen your picture all over the place
I turn the corner and I see your face Vehicular billboards reserve you a space Flashing your smile at the entire human race I went a ways on the road that I was on Through many days Many nights the miles went on And still the gaze of your faces carried on I read the slogans of the sloganeer I smelled the engines of the engineer I saw the profits of the profiteer Put up your picture in the stratosphere I went a ways on the road that I was on Through many days Many nights the miles went on And still the gaze of your faces carried on I went a ways On the road that I was on And still the gaze Of your faces carried Through many days Many nights the miles went on And still the gaze Of your faces carried I went a ways On the And still the gaze Of your faces carried on |
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from Frank Black - Dog In The Sand (2001)
There was a well known water master man
He was the king He could do anything The Saint Francis Dam disaster man Thought she was all right Until around midnight Because that water seeks her own She had a desire to flow She was looking for somewhere to go She was a slave to the great metropolis She was feeling choked She pushed the wall till it broke When they heard The great apocalypse At power house number two Well there was nothing they could do Because that water seeks her own Five and one half hours she would flow She had fifty-three miles to go A cascade down to Santa Clara way Near sixty feet high Now she's a mile wide It was clear she was going far away And whole towns were too A few got lucky in Piru Because that water seeks her own But four more hours she would flow She had twenty-nine miles to go She carried in her every kind of thing House, trees, and telegraph pole Some say a thousand souls At three A.M. she gave Santa Paula a ring She was still twenty-five feet high Under a peaceful sky Because that water seeks her own But two more hours she would flow She had nineteen miles more to go It was a real bad night in little Saticoy El Rio then Montalvo How many no one really knows Ventura Beach was very scary boy Humanity a pile She went her final mile Because that water seeks her own Into the sea the water flowed And now for forever she would go |
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from Frank Black - Dog In The Sand (2001)
Robert leads me into thought
Onion layers wait for you Bounty of eternal fields Every muscle knot I feel Robert tell me what to do Tell exactly what you're not, yeah Tails pushing grand whales Heads hope to have the stuff Each flag had no sail Can you believe enough? And though Diana calls to you She will never never yield Every siren has her spot Four hundred million Oh that was very far Robert sweet Onion Makes me feel so tired Another layer and layers and layer, oh no Robert can you find your way? Show me the way to come Zugzwang got me in a way Under my opposing thumb Brandishing my shield Robert leads me into thought Into the dimming blue Nowhere in this world For this old Jack-Tar Three cheers for Robert To the cinnabar One ponders Layers and (x12) Robert (x3) |
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from Frank Black - Dog In The Sand (2001)
Stupid me
I deserve it now I'm standing here all alone Stupid me I'm reserving all my thoughts just for her Now she's gone She gave me her whole heart And I threw it away I'd practice a black art If I thought she'd come back for just one day oh Stupid me I'm reserving all my thoughts just for her Now she's gone I don't know what became of She but I'll pray She'll find true love Oh why did I send her away? (x3) Oh why did I send? (x2) Oh why did I send her away? Stupid me I'm reserving now I'm standing here all alone Stupid me |
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from Frank Black - Dog In The Sand (2001)
Excuse me now I've got a call
I'll take this call from Valhalla Please tell my friends from outer space You are my son you'll take my place And if the revolution comes I've got some good friends there Take my place after all you are my son You take the moon and I'll take the sun By the way if the revolution comes Please take my rifles and take my guns A single bullet loaded in each one And if you don't like my melody I'll sing it in a major key I'll sing it very happily Yeah, but if everybody is all aboard Let's take it back to that minor chord You are my son, you'll take my place Please tell my friends from outer space I'll take this call from Valhalla Excuse me now I got a call I've got some good friends there Revolution comes A single bullet loaded in each one Please take my rifles and take my guns And by the way, if the revolution comes Take my rifles, take my guns You take my place because you are my son Excuse me now I'll take the sun I'll take my place in Valhalla And if the revolution comes Please take my guns |
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from Frank Black - Dog In The Sand (2001)
Hermaphroditos is my name
Whatcha playing? Hermaphroditos is my name Worship me Hermaphroditos is my name Why are you saying? Hermaphroditos is my name How do you love me Deeply with your scalpel? I got a mouthful Of suicidal drugs I am a dog I am a sculpture You hate my features You name me for a God Hermaphroditos is my name Whatcha playing? Hermaphroditos is my name Worship me Hermaphroditos is my name Why are you saying? Hermaphroditos is my name Forget you yin And go fuck your yang It seems that you rang And it seems I'm only answering Remember when I was almost ready? But it was then That I was gone already And I'm still around But who wants to listen To my voice in Your prison? Hermaphroditos is my name Whatcha playing? Hermaphroditos is my name Worship me Hermaphroditos is my name Why are you saying? Hermaphroditos is my name |
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from Frank Black - Dog In The Sand (2001)
You stared a while
Then said to me Give me a smile And aren't you having fun? Stood in my path Down in the street I wouldn't laugh And you looked so stunned I think you Had no clue I will be blue Like a hermit in its shell Like Jesus Christ on the hill I'll be blue I'll be blue We had a drink I sang some songs You had to think I didn't know my place at all Please pardon me For these my wrongs And I will leave But I won't put your party face on I'll be blue I will be blue I will be blue Like the reign of mastodon Like the alleys of old Lyon I'll be blue I'll be blue |
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from Frank Black - Dog In The Sand (2001)
Llano-Llano (x3)
Going out to Llano Llano del Rio Try to find utopia In the stucco grids and the tumbleweeds You got to love that pearblossom It'll kill you just like possum Have you been to the rock foundations? Where it's mostly known just for the speed Llano-Llano (x3) Going out to Llano Going out to look for Aldous Huxley There between the power lines And the purple flowers of mescaline If you really want to You can practice esperanto But in the land of pronto The wind it tastes like gasoline Llano-Llano (x3) Going out to Llano Llano del Rio [x4] |
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from Frank Black - Dog In The Sand (2001)
Some call it the ribbon
Some say the white line I say truckstop living Well it suits me fine Every day of the week (x2) We heard some other fellers talking I think it's going to be a good fight Tonight the radio is rocking I'm going to hear my favorite song If it takes all night (x5) I'm going to wash my favorite shirt In downtown Marseilles It's got the same old dirt From up in Calais, oh oh How many days and weeks? (x2) Now every job it is important But still sometimes the money's right I saw the ghost of Johnny Horton He said we're going to make el paso If it takes all night (x8) I lost my favorite cook He left little Siam For many years I looked He said here I am, oh oh Every day of the week (x2) Some got to go and see their mama Some got to play a show tonight I got to go and see my baby When next I sleep I'll be with her If it takes all night (x16) |
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from Frank Black - Dog In The Sand (2001)
Where the water glows
Where the water glows Bluish all in black Where the forest grows I want to go back (x2) Let the moody out Let the moody out Ugly mood in you Open up your mouth Kill it with your shoe (x2) If your heart is sad If your heart is sad Give your dog a bone See her in the sand This is your new home (x4) |
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from The X-Files (엑스파일) [ost] (1996)
Under the stars each night,
I wonder do stairs go there? I'm lonely driving behind the wheel, Can't get no where. I can't seem to get it right. I'm only just a man of steel. ...Is there a place? And under the stars tonight, I wonder if someone cares. I'm lonely, that's the way I feel Can't feel no stairs. I've gotten a real ad-heist I'm only just a man of steel. ...There is a place. ...There is a place. ...There is a place. ...There is a place. ...There is a place. ...There is a place. ...There is a place. ...There is a place. ...There is a place. ...There is a place. ...There is a place. |
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from Frank Black - Frank Black (2000)
I met a man
He was a good man Sailing and shoring Dancing the beta can-can Making me foreign Oh yeah I want to live in Los Angeles Not the one in Los Angeles No not the one in South California They got one in South Patagonia I want to live in Los Angeles Not the one in Los Angeles They got a bunch down in Moleville They got a bunch more still I want to live in Los Angeles Not the one in Los Angeles They got one in twenty-five two five Works just like a beehive I want to live in Los Angeles Not the one in Los Angeles Counting helicopters on saturday night The symphony of the fair light I hear saying Los Angeles In all the black and white movies And if you think they Star-Spangled us How come we say Los Angeleez? I'll wait in Los Angeles I'll wait in the pouring sun No way For not anyone No way I met a man He was a good man Sailing and shoring He got a betatron man Talking that foreign Oh yeah I'll wait in Los Angeles I'll wait in the pouring sun No way For not anyone No way |
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from Frank Black - Frank Black (2000)
I had so many problems
And then I got me a Walkman I really liked it a lot, and They walked right in and they solved them They walked right in and they solved them I heard Ramona sing And I heard everything The speed they're traveling They are the only thing Ramona There were moments in the night It was all right There were moments in the night I heard Ramona sing And I heard everything The speed they're traveling They are the only thing Ramona I don't care if they're real or they're pseudo I don't care if they get any higher I hope if someone retires They pull another Menudo They pull another Menudo They pull another Menudo They pull another Menudo There are moments in the night It is all right There are moments in the night I hear Raniona sing And I hear everything The speed they're traveling They are the only thing Ramona |
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from Frank Black - Frank Black (2000)
I know so many people
Who think they can do it alone They isolate their heads And stay in the safety zone But what can you tell them? What can you say that won't make them defensive? So... Hang on to your ego Hang on, but I know that you're gonna lose the fight They come on like they're peaceful But inside they're so uptight They trip through the day And waste all their thoughts at night But how can I say it? How can I come on when I know I'm guilty? So... Hang on to your ego Hang on, but I know that you're gonna lose the fight And how can I say it? How can I come on when I know I'm guilty? Hang on to your ego Hang on, but I know that you're gonna lose the fight Hang on to your ego Hang on, but I know that you're gonna lose the fight Hang on to your ego Hang on, but I know that you're gonna lose the fight |
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from Frank Black - Frank Black (2000)
You heard about
A criminal man of virtue Is there any doubt His minimal strands would suit you? Is a hard earned way Is a hard earned way I'll never lose My Fu manchu, my fu manchu Let them grow out In time you'll feel so better The vanishing pout Now youre a real go-getter Is a hard earned way Is a hard earned way I'll never lose My Fu manchu, my fu manchu Is a hard earned way Is a hard earned way Occidentally tic-tac Occidentally tic-tac |
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from Frank Black - Frank Black (2000)
Beyond below above
A gravity that slumbers At the center of Places named after numbers A different kind of love She was right She was right there She was right there all the time Collapsing all the way And though it seems from here That she was never there Light beams disappear Into her blackened hair I wonder if they reappear She was right She was right there She was right there all the time Collapsing all the way |
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from Frank Black - Frank Black (2000)
Time
If he could travel time He would have been on time Instead of making rhyme He didn't need a band He was a mountain man Oil The national turmoil They hide it in the soil A singer and his spoil Just singing thanks I've got my own gas tanks And there's no time for the man Who has sung his bars And there's no time And there's no time for the man called Czar Blue Extraodinary blue Ten million porthole views They're saying on the news The Russians just said "No. You can't go." And there's no time for the man Who has sung his bars And there's no time And there's no time for the man called Czar |
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from Frank Black - Frank Black (2000)
I hung around
On the planet Mabel She tried to stand But she was not able She tried to find the truth She tried to colonize space She only had a few But it was a good race Old black dawning is coming on Old black dawning is coming on Old black dawning Old black dawning I'm always happy to Go down to old Tucson After you had your fun It's time to move on I've got a favorite story About the Tower of Babel Some say it's true And some say it's a fable Old black dawning is coming on Old black dawning is coming on Old black dawning Old black dawning |
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from Frank Black - Frank Black (2000)
I'm just another ten percenter
My mind is like an ocean My mind is like an ocean Im hanging in the harbor Im just drifting letting out the line Im letting out the drifting line Im just tyring to a guy Whos hailing from Ann Arbor Making jerk And its good Getting perk Yeah, I would I'm a jerk If you got cotton mouth You better have some water Sucking syrup and soda Youre going to just get hotter But if you want to wile awhile But if you want to wile awhile Oh suck a syrup and soda Oh dance oh sons and daughters Making jerk And it's good Getting perk Yeah, I would I'm a jerk And it's good Getting perk Yeah, I would I'm a jerk If you got cotton mouth My mind is like an ocean My mind is like an ocean My mind is like an ocean I'm a jerk Making jerk Soda jerk And it's good Jerk Jerk Jerk Jerk Jerk |
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from Frank Black - Frank Black (2000)
This man he was a Mexican, oh yeah
Adopted into Norwegian, oh yeah Turned into American, oh yeah But he felt a Mexican, oh yeah He was a walking fish, oh yeah Down Mexico way he had to learn Spanish, oh yeah He was a walking fish, oh yeah He was feeling so brackish Between Norwegian and English He decided it was time to go To find the people that he did not know But the road to Mexico, oh yeah They sure go fast but they should go slow, oh yeah It's a dangerous road, oh By now you know that he was fucked By now you know he had no luck He was smashed head on by a giant truck Down Mexico way |
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from Frank Black - Frank Black (2000)
This gravity
Is feeling like a tether I want to want to be So high above the weather All frequency around Round, round, round, round Without a sound And there's today And there's two spaces And too many places Not to go to, ooh This big old sea Is feeling like a pleasure I look cautiously At all the falling treasure With some frequency it comes down Down, down, down, down Without a sound And there's today And there's two spaces And too many places Not to go to, ooh |
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from Frank Black - Frank Black (2000)
And if a ship meets your car
You know you can't go real far Well they could treat you real nice Or put a tracking device Way down inside I'm checking out inventions at the UFO convention tonight Planes above the Hilton make it sunny Brought my money tonight Blue blond ladies of abduction strumming guitars of instruction tonight A lot of wannabe truckers Making eyes with starfuckers tonight I've got my hands on some sights Electric glasses with lights They got me feeling deluxe For just a couple of bucks Way down inside I'm getting patterns from a trekker And it sounds like soul records to me They're waving hi from some gazebo Waving on to Arecibo to me I'm getting patterns from a trekker And it sounds like soul records to me I'm getting patterns from a trekker And it sounds like Desmond Dekker to me Sleep machine In your silo Transmarine Things you've never seen Parry the wind high, low |
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from Frank Black - Frank Black (2000)
I'm a wishbone
And I'm breaking Yeah, I'm wishing for Adda Lee And the lake sings And the dogs don't They are quiet for Adda Lee Adda Lee I'm sorry and I miss you And away I went away 'Cause I wished I was away I wished I was away A wishing well Of well wishing And Adda waves away Adda waves away Heroine of the stars I don't know where I am But I know who you are Adda Lee Adda Lee And she whispered And she left me a man For the world Oh, Adda Lee Oh, Adda Lee Oh, Adda Lee |
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from Frank Black - Frank Black (2000)
Every time I go around here
I see tumbles Gone is the regal automobile And ever since I'm down Im down We used to ride in it In this frozen town Any time we had in the time we had We found We found In some frozen place Parked half off the ground Every time I go around here I see tumbles Through my head and the glass cleared And the motor rumbled I don't know if it's good that they did make the wheel But ever since I know I know Ive been rolling on Rolling on to you Any time we have in the time we have Well go We go To that frozen place Frozen place that we knew Every time I go around here I see tumbles Through my head and the glass cleared And the motor rumbled |
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from Frank Black - The Cult Of Ray (1999)
If you wanted to get somewhere
And it took you a long time to get there Would you want to rush back here? I didn't think so Take me somewhere cool Take a long time Take as long as it takes Take me somewhere cool I want to touch that face I have seen the face I have seen the vacent look Oh, it's silly I know Am I a fool? I'm not smart as a rat I'm much smarter than that I am a fool who wants to kiss your beautiful face I have seen your face I have seen that look you gave me Oh, it's silly I know Face I have seen the face I have seen the eyes And the brilliant ego Face I have seen the face I have waited my whole life And I really want to go Face I have seen your face I have waited my whole life And I really want to go Face I have seen your face I have waited my whole life And I really want to go Face I have seen the face I have waited my whole life And I really want to go |
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from Frank Black - The Cult Of Ray (1999)
You believe it, you better
I got their number Classic camcorder I saw everything Dinner plate specials The shapes of cucumber I'm going to the papers I am going to sing In the cool, cool night And in the middle of the day I'm watching my back I'm waiting my visitation From the men in black Are they grey or is it my omission? I'm watching my back I'm waiting my visitation From the men in black Are they grey or is it my omission? It's been a good year It's been a good summer I wait for the door Or that phone to ring In the cool, cool night And in the middle of the day I'm watching my back I'm waiting my visitation From the men in black Are they grey or is it my omission? Our little race I don't want to fail So just in case, I made you a copy And I put it in the mail You believe it I got their number Classic camcorder I saw everything I'm watching my back I'm waiting my visitation From the men in black Are they grey or is it my omission? I'm watching my back, huh I'm waiting my visitation From the men in black Are they grey or is it my omission? I'm watching my back, huh I'm waiting my visitation From the men in black Are they grey or is it my omission? |
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from Frank Black - The Cult Of Ray (1999)
Now Yin and Yang, they got together at the bank
They had a young 'un and they grew him in a tank They got to get to work and they put him on a train And you know they got together and they're doing it again, oh baby Punk Rock City Going up to Punk Rock City Going up to Punk Rock City And when this shit got started it was never gonna stop Designer genes for all the punks to live on top Got to get to work, got to get them on the train If youre never gonna die then youre never gonna come back here again Punk Rock City Going up to Punk Rock City Going up to Punk Rock City Punk Rock City We're brother sister and we are doing fine Spend our whole life working in the mine We get the train and we get ourselves to work Then we have a little party then we have a little party, baby Punk Rock City, wooh Going up to Punk Rock City I'm going up to Punk Rock City Going up to Punk Rock City Never die in Punk Rock City Punk Rock City |
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from Frank Black - The Cult Of Ray (1999)
Maybe on the street
Maybe on the beach Maybe I'll see you at the mall Jesus was right Yeah, I don't want to fight at all, at all I want to be alone I want to be inside my headphones I skate for transportation Play guitar for elevation Into a state of my own I like distortion when I bar chord A lonely parking lot when I ride on my board Maybe on the beach Maybe on the street Maybe I'll see you in the hall I want to be alone Jesus was right Yeah, I don't want to fight at all I want to be alone I want to be inside my headphones I skate for transportation Play guitar for elevation Into a state of my own I like distortion when I bar chord A lonely parking lot when I ride on my board I like distortion when I bar chord A lonely parking lot when I ride on my board I like distortion when I bar chord A lonely parking lot when I ride on my board I like distortion when I bar chord A lonely parking lot when I ride on my board |
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from Frank Black - The Cult Of Ray (1999)
Today at the New Morocco
I got kicked in the taco All I saw were stars Say, it's a bit nightmarish From here to Albondigas Parish Underneath the stars Hey, I got kicked in the taco There's a brewing sirocco On the planet of Mars And from me, you got the message of love You got the message You got the message of love From me, you got the message of love You got the message You got the message of love From me, you got the message of love You got the message You got the message of love |
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from Frank Black - The Cult Of Ray (1999)
Mister, you're an actor
Practicing your lines by yourself Don't need no benefactor I just want to be myself I'm going fighting in the dance war I'm going fighting in the dance war In the dance war Though I'm headed nowhere Slamming in this pit My brain was going to melt Listening to your shit I'm going fighting in the dance war I'm going fighting in the dance war In the dance war The war will never end And I don't have a care in the world See the bodies fly Take the double dare in my world I'm going fighting in the dance war I'm going fighting in the dance war In the dance war Fighting in the dance war I'm going fighting in the dance war In the dance war |
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from Frank Black - The Cult Of Ray (1999)
And on this smoggy day
He tried to make his way But odds were six to one He had no chance to fight He ascended into light Light brighter than the sun Did you almost feel the pain? It will never be the same again The desecration of this glebe He came from Pakistan To the halls of Narbonne This is the last stand of Shazeb Andleeb He had no chance to fight He ascended into light Light brighter than the sun Did you almost feel the pain? It will never be the same again The desecration of this glebe He came from Pakistan To the halls of Narbonne This is the last stand of Shazeb Andleeb |
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from Brace Yourself! - A Tribute To Otis Blackwell [omnibus] (2006)
그 이야길 듣고
추억의 장소로 가게된 최민식 그 속에 우연히 스치고 지나간 기억들 그랬다 바로 그 속에 유지태의 복수가 있었던 것이다 정말 보지 말았어야 할것을 봤더라도 모른척 했어야 할것을 그는 이제야 알게된 것이다 |
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from Brace Yourself! - A Tribute To Otis Blackwell [omnibus] (2006) | |||||
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from Frank Black - Teenager of The Year (1994)
Well, it isn't so great
Since you learned karate chop-chop-chop-chop-chop You're walkin' machs and I'm just Swimmin' in the slop-slop-slop-slop-slop You wave your wand at me and Make me dance flip-flop-flip-flop-flip I want to sing for you and Make your head go pop-pop-pop-pop-pop The Inuit man Had not so much a caesar He had provision Say, you're sprayin' in the windy And I'm just pissin' off-off-off-off-off I'm literally deaf down here from Your canned philosoph-soph-soph-soph Softly, can you hear me? Through the suckin' of your quaff-quaff-quaff-quaff quaff I'm thalassocracy and you're just Romanov-ov-ov-ov The Inuit man Had not so much a caesar He had provision |
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from Frank Black - Teenager of The Year (1994)
I took three days to drive down one street
The radio on, tuned to the big fleet Invisible planes are cracking the concrete That's just what some people say, hey hey I put down my blanket on Cigarette Butt Beach I saw the old man, he was doing OK He's making his last stand on old bottles and cans Round there, Calistan way, ooh Used to be sixteen lanes Used to be Nuevo Spain Used to be Juan Wayne Used to be Mexico Used to be Navajo Used to be yippy-ay-I-don't know Went in from the weather when I got wheezy I play some pachinko I play Pachisi And St. Anne is still making me breezy In the valley of tar that once was L.A., hey hey And my best friend he's the king of karaoke He struck up a chord and he took it away Out of the pan and into Japan Round there, Calistan way, hey hey Used to be sixteen lanes Used to be Juan Wayne Used to be Mexican Used to be Espano Nuevo Used to be Navajo Used to be yippy-ay-I-don't know |
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from Frank Black - Teenager of The Year (1994)
The vanishing spies, just something I read
A couple of eyes from out of the head And all that was said Was that's just how some things don't materialize Could be they broke and swan like a bird Fear of spooking the folk with talk of the third Or maybe the third played a joke Give me a blip, oh And I'll totally flip, oh yeah, yeah Say it's nothing but sky And I'll be a lonely guy The vanishing spies, just something I read Now there were two eyes sent out from the head And all that was said Was that is just how some things do not materialize Give me one little blip, oh And I'll totally flip, oh oh, yeah, yeah Say it's nothing but sky And I will be one lonely guy |
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from Frank Black - Teenager of The Year (1994)
Had a bit part, an endless reel
It always played in slo-mo But now it's fast, a spinning wheel I know the dynamo, my heart is cast Speedy Marie, ahead of the now She's better built that's how She's built for speed Speedy Marie, Speedy Marie "Oh, yes indeed," I said to me And so I sing this romaunt It's not enough, my liberty There is a thing I want I need, I love Speedy Marie, ahead of the now She's better built that's how She's built for speed Speedy Marie, Speedy Marie Juxtaposed in each moment's sight Everything that I ever saw And my one delight Nothing can strike me in such awe Mouth intricate shapes the voice that speaks Always it will soothe Rarer none are the precious cheeks Is the size of each sculpted tooth Each lip and each eye Wise is the tongue, wet of perfect thought And softest neck where always do I Lay my clumsy thoughts She is that most lovely art Happy are my mind and my soul and my heart |
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from Frank Black - Teenager of The Year (1994)
This wrinkle in time, can't give it no credit
I thought about my space, and I really got me down (Got me down) I got me so down, I got me a headache My heart is crammed in my cranium, and it still knows how to pound I was counting the rings And I fell me into sleep I peeked to see if you were way back when I was counting the trees Until a day when there was one I'd hoped, beneath, asleep, is where that you had been This wrinkle in time, can't give it no credit (Credit) I thought about my space, and I really got me down (Got me down) I got me so down, I got me a headache (Headache) My heart is crammed in my cranium, and it still knows how to pound Well, I found you Maybe you can help me And I can help you This wrinkle in time, can't give it no credit (Credit) I thought about my space, and I really got me down (Got me down) I got me so down, I got me a headache (Headache) My heart is crammed in my cranium, and it still knows how to pound (How to pound) I got me so down, I got me a headache (Headache) My heart is crammed in my cranium, and it still knows how to pound (How to pound) This wrinkle in time, I can't give it no credit (Credit) I thought about my space, and I really got me down (Got me down) |
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from Frank Black - Teenager of The Year (1994)
You've got a sad face, you don't show it
And you're smiling it, too Even in deep, deep outer space There's something for you I'm Sir Rockaby And rockin' I am I'm Sir Rockaby And rockin' I am The world is a rock that's spinning so fast It'll give you jim-jams I'm just a real love diplomat Won't give no flim-flams I'm Sir Rockaby And rockin' I am I'm Sir Rockaby And rockin' I am How many stars girl, can you both count And then classify? I'm standing here in this big swirl Singing this lullaby I'm Sir Rockaby And rockin' I am I'm Sir Rockaby And rockin' I am I'm Sir Rockaby |
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from Frank Black - Teenager of The Year (1994)
My name is Chip
And I'm different I don't conform I wear a different uniform I'm out of the blue and so you are, too Let me sing about one thing that's clear That nobody owns the pleasure of tones That belongs to a guy with no ear They tried to give me advice Down at the record shop I said sit down boys This may come as a shock What's all I listen to It's all freedom rock How can you free me How can you free me How can you free me How can you free me When I am free? Wooh, wooh I am free, ooh My name is Chip And I'm different I don't conform I wear a different uniform I'm out of the blue and so you are, too Let me sing about one thing that's clear That nobody owns the pleasure of tones That belongs to a guy with no ear |
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from Frank Black - Teenager of The Year (1994)
A lot of people love that Jerome
Did you know he missed his comb? All his life was in pain Made us laugh, he never did complain Brother Sam was more than OK Returned once more to save the day Slicked-back hair he did keep Making a heap, heap, heap, heap, heap If all you see is violence Then I make a plea in their defense Don't you know they speak vaudevillian? And for what it is hear what my theory is Some gibberish it is so serious What we need is more silly men Though underrated all the time Louis was so very fine Without him, imagine Did you know he could play the violin? Most important was brother Moe He was the one who made it so He got a Joe and another Joe He would not quit, he would not quit And Mr. White heard bad report And so it ends the two reeler short 'Cause you cannot do what you can't And Mr. White heard bad report And so it ends the two reeler short 'Cause you cannot do what you can't If all you see is violence Then I make a plea in their defense Don't you know they speak vaudevillian? |
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from Frank Black - Teenager of The Year (1994)
Once stood a man on my face
Ooh yeah, on my face Gobbled him up 'cause my taste Leaves nothing to waste Hear the riddle that I say Hear the riddle that I say What is fair is fair That is fair and square to me Piano it marks the good pace Ooh yeah, the good pace Don't know if it's right, but I like the bass So turn up the bass Hear the fiddles as they play Hear the fiddles as they play What is fair is fair And the guitar player No metal, no brick, was no trace Oh, no, was no trace But machines moved on and still chased No particular place Hear the riddle that I say Hear the riddle that I say What is fair is fair That is fair and square to me What is fair is fair That is fair and square to me |
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from Frank Black - Teenager of The Year (1994)
Ooh, ooh
Staring on into night Complete synapse I switched on something I did not see May I leave? I believe I might This sweet collapse Baby, I cannot get me free When you've got your fazer eyes on me Driving on into Where I do not know Shores that once were by the sea I'm seeing something that is not there It's so fast it's slow And it's playing with my memory And you've got your fazer eyes on me Accustomed to the frequency of glow, oh yeah You won't be frightened of the real thing after the show |
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from Frank Black - Teenager of The Year (1994)
See the scheming behemoth
Lickin' salts in their cave Being together's their zenith It's how they behave Now we're hangin' in tandem Six trillion miles a year How can direction be random When you're so near? I could stay here forever I could stay here forever Never bored with this All aboard, and I could stay here forever We've got some bills to pay And when we pay them off Maybe we'll get away, but If not, so what? I could stay here forever I could stay here forever (Behold the scheming behemoth It's how they behave) I could stay here forever I could stay here forever Never bored with this All aboard, and I could stay here forever I could stay here forever Never bored with this All aboard, and I could stay here forever |
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from Frank Black - Teenager of The Year (1994)
As fluorescents do
They blink o'er the floor Of her majestic halls Yeah, they do I hear surf on kazoo And I march with the militia of the mime Malicious are the times Malicious In the doors we all flew To see the great indoors Of her majestic stalls Yeah, we flew Waves break on the shore of the zoo And I see how Laurasia sure has changed Imaginary planes Imagine I hit the mall on every friday When it was biggest in the world The hostess with the mostest |
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from Frank Black - Teenager of The Year (1994)
You heard the sun today
There she blows, there she blows You saw the wind a'shining You don't know, you don't know You felt a tree that does fall You don't know, that's OK You don't have much taste for bouquet I'm bored with the valleys and bored with the peaks So I bought a ticket to the freaks I saw a chicken with two heads Saw something else that was headless Then P.T. said, "See the egress." 'Cause you move when the salesman speaks I superabound But I still got nothing to do A space is made by telephone They thought time would be overthrown And they compiled a wish list From Mars duels to a dish kissed I tried to talk to the ishist But he was debating with his clone I superabound But I still got nothing to do Well, they thought it was a coup But they still got nothing to do You must see my domicile I had it built in decastyle The other day at the potlatch Come visiting was a sasquatch He said although I'm a mismatch Could I stay just for awhile? 'Cause the likes of us are few, yeah And we still got nothing to do I superabound But I still got nothing to do |
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from Frank Black - Teenager of The Year (1994)
Have you heard about big red?
They even bought a beebread rig To help the flowers in the mean space They're trying to make that place green Hope the bees will take away the storm Hope the trees will take away the storm Don't know how this whole thing started There was a crowd and then we parted Don't know if I'll ever go back It's a long way across all of this black Here I am in my bucket today In the middle Here I am in my bucket today In the middle They got a mule they call Sal Bulldozing up canal walls They're gonna tap that icecap too When they do they're gonna make that green map blue The weather is finally getting warm And the weather is really getting warm Don't know how this whole thing started There was a cloud and then it parted Don't know if I'll ever go back That's how I felt when I left that tarmac Here I am in my bucket today In the middle Here I am in my bucket today In the middle |
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from Frank Black - Teenager of The Year (1994)
The islands of Phoenix
In 2016 Are making it up with hardihood I'm done with adult matters I'm doing the catapult I've been meaning to get out of Hollywood Space is gonna do me good, ooh Space is gonna do me good It's not you I don't like No, the boy is the same I'm taking the turnpike There's no point in to blame, oh yeah Space is gonna do me good, ooh Space is gonna do me good It's not you I don't like No, the boy is the same I'm taking the turnpike There's no point in to blame, oh yeah Words of the man Ray If you want to stay tan Better to do it with a toy or a game, oh yeah |
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from Frank Black - Teenager of The Year (1994)
You know, I hear a lot of talk
So I'm headin' for the stereo store To get a white noise maker and turn it up to ten Or maybe the interior Of somewhere like Siberia Yeah, the yak is back again Black harvest moon over my head, yes it was That billboard prose shinin' on me and it shines because It's been so long since my Telstar I hope it crashes in the sea Or maybe the interior Of somewhere like Siberia Yakety-yak is back again You know, I hear a lot of talk So I'm headin' for the stereo store To get a white noise maker and turn it up to ten Black harvest moon over my head, yes it was That billboard prose shinin' on me and it shines because It's been so long since my Telstar I hope it crashes in the sea |
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from Frank Black - Teenager of The Year (1994)
I want to ask you fellows
Why do you shut me out? When I've driven every place that they call land I talk plain talk I've seen the moon sitting on the road And I don't eat no Chateaubriand And I drive my car under same stars Where the miles are, come back I demand Dear gentlemen, please let me in I don't know how I can make you understand I'm a pure denizen of the citizens band I'm a pure denizen of the citizens band I'm a pure denizen of the citizens band I'm a pure denizen of the citizens band Hey friend, you know what I'd do If I was making the bucks Well, I'd move me to a place Where all they had was trucks 'Cause there's one thing that I can't stand There's one thing that I cannot stand One thing I cannot stand, can't stand Cannot stand, can't stand |
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from Frank Black - Teenager of The Year (1994)
Bad wicked world
Bad wicked world They are about dressed to deceive Conquistadores that have been sent Bad wicked world Bad wicked world Some sell him out, some won't believe An architect named David Vincent A man too long without sleep He took a wrong turn and people just laughed A ship that is not there, but he knows that it was A made a light and a buzz He's really hurtin' because People don't care And people think he's a creep He won't stop, just keeps on talkin' Just a tie and a suit, he's a low-life persuader Fist-throwin' crusader Against invaders Won't be mute Bad wicked world Bad wicked world Some sell him out, some won't believe An architect named David Vincent Bad wicked world Bad wicked world They are about, dressed to deceive Conquistadores that have been sent About once a week Another story is leaked and he's on it Just a suit and a tie, will it ever end He hasn't got a friend Pinkies that won't bend He really must try Bad wicked world Bad wicked world Some sell him out, some won't believe Architect David Vincent |
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from Frank Black - Teenager of The Year (1994)
It takes photon power and eight minutes of an hour
To make it to our sun And I know it sounds weird, but it'll take you four years To make the next one Expanding border That's the sauce of chaos And that's an order That's an order So stomp your feet and clap your hands Get outta your seat and do a little dance Lift up your voice and sing with glee Now listen carefully to me Desert your quarters Behold the pie in the sky And that's an order That's an order That's an order That's an order That's an order That's an order That's an order That's an order That's an order |
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from Frank Black - Frank Black (1993)
I had so many problems
And then I got me a Walkman I really liked it a lot, and They walked right in and they solved them They walked right in and they solved them I heard Ramona sing And I heard everything The speed they're traveling They are the only thing Ramona There were moments in the night It was all right There were moments in the night I heard Ramona sing And I heard everything The speed they're traveling They are the only thing Ramona I don't care if they're real or they're pseudo I don't care if they get any higher I hope if someone retires They pull another Menudo They pull another Menudo They pull another Menudo They pull another Menudo There are moments in the night It is all right There are moments in the night I hear Raniona sing And I hear everything The speed they're traveling They are the only thing Ramona |
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from Frank Black - Frank Black (1993)
I know so many people
Who think they can do it alone They isolate their heads And stay in the safety zone But what can you tell them? What can you say that won't make them defensive? So... Hang on to your ego Hang on, but I know that you're gonna lose the fight They come on like they're peaceful But inside they're so uptight They trip through the day And waste all their thoughts at night But how can I say it? How can I come on when I know I'm guilty? So... Hang on to your ego Hang on, but I know that you're gonna lose the fight And how can I say it? How can I come on when I know I'm guilty? Hang on to your ego Hang on, but I know that you're gonna lose the fight Hang on to your ego Hang on, but I know that you're gonna lose the fight Hang on to your ego Hang on, but I know that you're gonna lose the fight |
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from Frank Black - Frank Black (1993)
You heard about
A criminal man of virtue Is there any doubt His minimal strands would suit you? Is a hard earned way Is a hard earned way I'll never lose My Fu manchu, my fu manchu Let them grow out In time you'll feel so better The vanishing pout Now youre a real go-getter Is a hard earned way Is a hard earned way I'll never lose My Fu manchu, my fu manchu Is a hard earned way Is a hard earned way Occidentally tic-tac Occidentally tic-tac |
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from Frank Black - Frank Black (1993)
Beyond below above
A gravity that slumbers At the center of Places named after numbers A different kind of love She was right She was right there She was right there all the time Collapsing all the way And though it seems from here That she was never there Light beams disappear Into her blackened hair I wonder if they reappear She was right She was right there She was right there all the time Collapsing all the way |
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from Frank Black - Frank Black (1993)
Time
If he could travel time He would have been on time Instead of making rhyme He didn't need a band He was a mountain man Oil The national turmoil They hide it in the soil A singer and his spoil Just singing thanks I've got my own gas tanks And there's no time for the man Who has sung his bars And there's no time And there's no time for the man called Czar Blue Extraodinary blue Ten million porthole views They're saying on the news The Russians just said "No. You can't go." And there's no time for the man Who has sung his bars And there's no time And there's no time for the man called Czar |
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from Frank Black - Frank Black (1993)
I met a man
He was a good man Sailing and shoring Dancing the beta can-can Making me foreign Oh yeah I want to live in Los Angeles Not the one in Los Angeles No not the one in South California They got one in South Patagonia I want to live in Los Angeles Not the one in Los Angeles They got a bunch down in Moleville They got a bunch more still I want to live in Los Angeles Not the one in Los Angeles They got one in twenty-five two five Works just like a beehive I want to live in Los Angeles Not the one in Los Angeles Counting helicopters on saturday night The symphony of the fair light I hear saying Los Angeles In all the black and white movies And if you think they Star-Spangled us How come we say Los Angeleez? I'll wait in Los Angeles I'll wait in the pouring sun No way For not anyone No way I met a man He was a good man Sailing and shoring He got a betatron man Talking that foreign Oh yeah I'll wait in Los Angeles I'll wait in the pouring sun No way For not anyone No way |