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from Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth - Lost & Found: Sonic Youth [ep] (2008)
She's in a bad mood
But I won't fall for it I believe all her lies But I can't fall for it She's in a bad mood But i won't fall for it I believe all her lies But i can't fall for it |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Everybody's goin out tonight
And everybody's hangin out tonight It's alright Listen to them Show when they learn how to lie You can sing along with them if you try Holdin the spoken world up I need it. I need it. I need it. She's got a neck like a Saturday paper You read it fast before the Sunday mass Take it back it's nothing It's nothing like it talks Don't listen to me baby if you wanna survive You did it you did you did it wrong. Collapse It's evident to me Tonight All the friends are strangers. I'd like to take my story To some place the don't know me Creatures come out of the bars Talk is small but you talk to Paul Sold sex on Bird Cage walk Boys are drinking and on the docks Union man. I'm your friend I need you when you listen to me Weigh sand Buy Sand glass track Closing off close off close off OPEC dreams stock market close on the rock And roll scale Stereo No more partridge family dreams to the home land Divorce countries |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
When they fall in
They fall in from the roof They grab on to me tightly As if I knew the way When I fight for something I fight because I care When I fight with you I fight but I don't care Everybody wants the questions to be asked The questions are the answers To questions in themselves Ask me if I really need it Ask me if you want to get hit Hit it Ask me if you want to be...fucked. |
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from Sonic Youth - The Eternal (2009)
my darling cruises the streets for pleasure
skyscrapers in the dead love dawn throbbing blood mind selfless creature forever yours and then she's gone radios play nothing when she's far away tv antenna nothing gone to waste radio transmitting nowhere it falls away, she's far away every corner creeping panic freak lighting in her abstract mind rubber stamps and dreams of cashflow wild blood ecstatic crime radios play nothing when she's far away tv antenna rusting gone to waste radio transmitting nowhere it falls away, she's far away every day I feel more like her street magic in the burning dawn out for blood my selfless lover forever yours and then she's gone radios play nothing when she's far away tv antenna nothing gone to waste radio transmitting nowhere it falls away, she's far away |
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from Sonic Youth - The Eternal (2009)
Mission Control to Brain Police
Free love/ki-energy Penetration Destroys the party Violation of the cosmic body do you understand the problem anti war is anti orgasm smash the moral hypocrisy mission control/ki-anarchy libration not your sex slave domination will you behave see how we believe in nothing anti god is anti orgasm |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
maybe somone's gonna save me
my heart is made of gravy and the laps i swim from lunatics don't count open up your stocking pull out all the things you never wanted 'til room service calls room service calls open up your hands and let me see the things you keep in there i want to split up fifty-fifty that's the way we do it in this rogue's town i've got all the glory in the world and i hope it doesn't floor you before you go room service calls in the random falls -- go! whenever (x6) eve eve ever i feel fine i'm gonna walk away from All This, all That. the groovy groovy kitty and little little pity with your slipshed (?) watch in back and skinny skinny people don't like that when you call on them spell me. spritzer on ice in new york city isn't it a pity? you never had anything to mix with that listen to the tender behind the open chest in the hall room service calls i'm blue 'n green, green and blue-oooo whenever (x4) ne ne ne ne never ho i feel fi-i-ine, i'll walk the plank for you i'll walk the plank i wore your ?plank? for you in the d-d-d-d-dark of the captain (seder row?) Jacob, Jacob Javitz, i'd like to thank you for everything primarily your glass house i'm workin' the ballin' stores 'n i'm cashmir wrap sellin' come along lads, join hands, 1. 2. 3. go! (guess, levis, guess, levis) whaaaahahaahahooohoaoohoo the story it goes and a distorted ghost distorted ghost |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
I'm just waiting waiting for the baptist
That sad suck-off left me in damascus I'm just waiting waiting for the baptist That sad suck-off, that shit left me now I'm just wasting, wasting all the black ticks queens way's rockers, Enough to make your ears twitch I'm wasting, wasting all the black chicks (tits? ) Some reddish sins, some grey - is it now ? ? ? I'm just waiting, waiting for a black jet That f**ker...ahhhhhhh... That f**ker left me now That suck left me now That sun left me now. |
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from Pavement - Terror Twilight (1999)
Billie and my friend the saint
You're perfect in so many ways But you never looked hard at a fetus in a jar You never saw your mama change And this wonderland of spite Does not shine into your night Like widows are seen as stigmatized beings Who ought to have second chance And hurricanes spin like debutantes in a trance Sue the fortune-teller Rue the rising tide General Washington Patented that skull, throw him out Ship that hollandaise Feel the heart fell of touche See the longer you tease, the stronger the needs The highs and the fruit are long Up to the one a kid Call the bluff when the money's in You're a hungry matron and you are just what I need I was tired of the best years of my life Sue the fortune-teller Rue the rising tide General Washington Patented that skull, throw him out |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
sunday driving past your own hall of fame
it's closed on weekdays, shut for good pick out no one when you're talkin' felt like rattlesnakes were walkin' no one has a clue the parting shots, the thin caught fault line dancing across the frigid air shafts a spastic grass, a criminal's child count to ten and read until the lights begin to bleed lights; til you actually a-see the rays and your thoughts they start turning tells you lessons that you're learning no one has a clue the gauzy thoughts of those dirty scots wrestling with the elements up on the trail high i need to know where does it go? how do i get there? what will i find? (fun fun fun, fun for the summertime blues) (it's gonna set you free) |
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from Sonic Youth - The Destroyed Room : B-Sides And Rarities (2006)
I can see
My body move It goes without me What I used to be Prove it A breath for you No kiss My tears they fly In the wind I blink you die Cuz you believe In what I can see My body moves It goes without me It used to dance one two one two It used to prance one two one two Now I follow you Forever You compell me to Fly.... flew.. I blink and see Nothing Forever One two one two I ache for you My soul has got a hole To see you through |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995) | |||||
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from Pavement - Brighten The Corners (1997)
A welcome to my friends:
This house is a home and a home's where I belong Where the feelings are warm and the foundations are strong If my soul has a shape, well, then it is an ellipse And this slap is a gift 'Cause your cheeks have lost their lustre You know, your cheeks have lost their lustre You know, your cheeks have lost their lustre You know, your cheeks have lost their lustre, lustre, lustre, lustre Take it back -- send return out of time Tape machine needs to be aligned Aloha means goodbye, and also hello -- it's in how you inflect Put the bark in the dog, and you've got a guardian When the capital's S, it is followed by a T -- and it's probably me And the tones are grouped in clusters You know, the tones are grouped in clusters Well the tones are grouped in clusters You know the tones are grouped in clusters, clusters, clusters, clusters Take it back -- kiss me into the past Lately never gonna last |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
Wasn't the question you were asking
wasn't my answer I gave that made me feel like I was on train was a distant voice made me make the choice that i had to get the fuck out of this town I got a lot of things to do a lot of places to go I got a lot of good things coming my way and im afraid to say that you're not one of them Last time I was there you were out on the couch pressed into a little electric tube it was the way that you smiled that made me know at once that i had to get the fuck out of this town cause I've decided to make a stand and I'm not taking your hand I'm taking the next bus outta here I'm gonna head to box elder |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Bring on the clouds
Why you why you why you why you why you why you wait? Head for your daughter, head for your daughter See what you bring Head on the cloud Why you why you why you why you wait Head for your daughter head for your daugh- your mum Said one rosey lain on your neck So patiently wait... Yeah! Before you go You gotta hand! OOOOH ?? It takes one child lain hold her time for me Easy-easy-easy-e GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! C'mon! GO! Here it comes There's a mount' And if you look around You better shout You guys are looking down On the ground When I ?? ?? Down Later Later Later Later I got the DC And I love candy pumpkins I know DC And all the black shit buckets And the capital And the capital sucks Like a captial should Everyone and every tan Don't mention brussels Don't mention antwerp Don't mention bruges Don't mention black orange, black orange, etc. Orange black, ornage black Is the man Are the men Orange black ... |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
it's so funny we went right down to the store
we got the money so we'll put you down we got the money, we got the money, we got the money we got the money, we got money, we got the money ho! we got the money now and i won't even let you hoooooo.... |
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from Sonic Youth - The Eternal (2009)
come on down,down to the river
come on down i want to feel you shiver dark on the edges,golden on top floatin down the river yr so hot oh oh oh oh oh ooh (repeat) come on down,down to the river come on down i want to feel you shiver the sight of death is sure to deliver, come on down i want to hear you quiver oh oh ooh corpses' drapery rusting,sliding,sliding, sliding endless |
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from Pavement - Carrot Rope [single] (2006)
Spiral: I want to say:
SM: It's my second hand wonder, a thing that recovers the doubt Spiral: Slim door, Mark: Like a rainstorm, you've got to do what you want and say it SM: It's of my design assembled at the cut Spiral: Slim door, SM: It's all right to shake, to fight, to feel Mark: You go down, down, down, down Spiral: Slim door, SM: It's all right to shake, to fight, to feel Mark: You go down, down, down, down SM: Harness your hopes to the folks with the liquor with the ropes, Red, red ropes, periscopes They've got everything will ever need stored under the chair Simmer, simmer, simmer down Simmer, simmer, simmer down Don't waste your precious breath explaining that you are worthwhile Simmer, simmer, simmer down Simmer, simmer, simmer down Be patient and I'll let you see my Carrot rope, feed my thrill, I got beat by weather Carrot rope, feed my thrill, I got beat by weather Carrot rope, feed my thrill, It's time to get me off of the ground, The wicket keeper is down (the wicked keep us down?) SM: Hey little boy, would you like to know what's in my pocket or not It's no ploy, it's no gimmick, It's the chance of a lifetime to see something that's never seen by mere mortals Mark: Except me Spiral:And myself SM: And sweet I, so what do you say? Would you like to play 20 questions with me? SM: A little, little Christian lie, A little, little Christian lie Debating if it's time to drop the bomb on you, my dear A little, little Christian lie, A little, little Christian lie Let's get down to brass tacks and start it A carrot rope, feed my thrill, I got beat by weather A carrot rope, feed my thrill, I got beat by weather Carrot rope, feed my thrill It's time to get me off of the grounds The wicket keeper is down, The wicked keeper is down And he gets me off of the grounds Spiral:Leg |
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from Pavement - Brighten The Corners (1997)
Hey
You needed 'A' for effort But I give you a 'Z' for delivery, my friend You are too late and I need to escape To my private apartment And my gross, gross television set It's new and it's current it's got New and it's current is hot Special special director's cut Just for you, my friend my friend Blasted concept and my cherry area Is just a little scary to be around right now So keep away, my friend Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! Watch that hand, my friend You're in a sacred environment You're in a sacred environment, ya know I need to go, I need to go, I need to |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
Hey, you need an A for ef-fort
But I give you a B for delivery, my friend You are too late and I need to es-cape To my private apartment And my gross, gross television set It's new and it's current It's got blue and it's currant is hot special, special director's cut Just for you my friend of friends Blas-ted con-cept and my cherry area Is just a little scary to be around right now So keep away my friend Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Watch that hand my friend You're in a sac-red environment You're in a sac-red environment, oh whoa I need to go I need to go I need to... |
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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
I'm bogged, I'm bogged down
I am bogged down I'm bogged down I am, I am bogged down |
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from Pavement - Terror Twilight (1999)
So much for destiny, a pinprick on my knee
The frost you paint across our dead affair I sensed the toxic aura from the second we touched You were stitched-up venom and I was the cursed from the Vedic Time is a one-way track and I am not coming back I dream in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? Time tired, you're tainted through, wind songs and substitutes I dream in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? The afterlife is steep, we wander and retreat And everyone is after us Skirt the gaunt street hawkers with the black lemonade Keep an arrow trained on their conflicted minds 'cause they stutter Time is a one-way track and I am not coming back I dream in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? Time tired, you're tainted fruit, wind, songs and substitutes I dream in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? I bleed in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? I bleed in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? I bleed in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? I bleed in beige, why'd you lead me so far now? |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Darlin' don't you go and cut your hair
Do you think it's gonna make him change? I'm just a boy with a new haircut And that's a pretty nice haircut Charge it like a puzzle, hitmen wearing muzzles Hesitate, you die Look around, around, the second drummer drowned His telephone is found Music scene's crazy Bands start up each and every day I saw another one just the other day A special new band I remember lying, I don't remember a line I don't remember a word but I don't care I care, I really don't care Did you see the drummer's hair? Advertising looks and chops a must No big hair! Songs mean a lot when songs are bought And so are you Bitch right down to the practice room Attention and fame, a career Career, career, career |
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from Pavement - Brighten The Corners (1997)
The actress is always breaking things
the things you made and she took you for And I'm so tired -- I'd be lying -- I hope the prarie buys you more The fitness coast is growing near the shores they don't stay blond this year That's why the marble lawns stay clear and warm in time I want to stay but my time is wasting The magic lands call my name They want to fire a missle launcher But I know I need to stay We all know that by staying here it'll be a good high this year So what's the use to staying there if you've got no use for time The fitness coast is growing near the shores they don't stay blond all year the continent moves with growing fears It's all for expensive lawn I want to stay but my time is wasting The magic lawns call my name I want to fire a missle launcher But I know I need to stay I know I need to stay (and fight the day.) I know I need to stay (and fight the day.) I know I need to stay (and fight the day.) I know I need to stay (and fight the day.) |
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from Pavement - Brighten The Corners (1997)
The actress is always breaking things
the things you made and she took you for And I'm so tired -- I'd be lying -- I hope the prarie buys you more The fitness coast is growing near the shores they don't stay blond this year That's why the marble lawns stay clear and warm in time I want to stay but my time is wasting The magic lands call my name They want to fire a missle launcher But I know I need to stay We all know that by staying here it'll be a good high this year So what's the use to staying there if you've got no use for time The fitness coast is growing near the shores they don't stay blond all year the continent moves with growing fears It's all for expensive lawn I want to stay but my time is wasting The magic lawns call my name I want to fire a missle launcher But I know I need to stay I know I need to stay (and fight the day.) I know I need to stay (and fight the day.) I know I need to stay (and fight the day.) I know I need to stay (and fight the day.) |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
maybe she is
maybe she's not maybe we's we's hack cough wheeze hack cough debris slide maybe he is maybe he's not maybe I's I's in the socket eyes in the socket so i'm gonna sock it debris slide! |
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from Pavement - Major Leagues (2000)
Parts in french:
Autre musique, la basse haut. Le passager assise de moi.(??) La nuit est tombee dans l´hyper-espace. Le temps a passe, ... a brise notre existence. Or: a-t-il brise notre existence? Or: ... brille notre existence (??) Mais savait-on encore ce qu´il veut? la seule reponse est la menace de destruction des Etats-unis. |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
Hey, do you need a reason
Is there a separate season From which to come out of the spring I wait all summer long And then the winter's long Then it's longer than afterwards I don't need a timekeeper I don't need an interlocuter And baby you'll look a little cuter Day by day, day by day If you need a trademark for your sound You'd better look around Treat it like a window not a do-o-or And we'll get some more ...yeah Baby I could be a squirt Loosen up your magic dirt Waiting for the excellent coming of age Maybe then you'd squirt along Squirt along, squirt along Whattcha wanna do So easily fooled You are so easily fooled So easily fooled Come on now, marry me Please marry me Hey, I just want some respect I might be enough to cover you up And hold you down Next to me and then run you around Look at me once you might see that the color is red Blurring up your eyes and your head Coppertones and empire home Everybody needs a home Takes centuries to build And seconds to fall I wait so patiently for you to fall fall fall fall But you never fall Jimmy coconut I am the coconut, etc Buying the coconut,etc |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Well you greet the tokens and stamps
Underneath the fake oil-burning lamps In the city we forgot to name The concourse is a four-wheeled shame And the courthouse's double-breast I'd like to check out your public protests Why you're complaining, ta Those who sleep with electric guitars Range roving with the cinema stars And I wouldn't want to shake their hands 'Cause they're in such a high-protein land Because there's forty different shades of black So many fortresses and ways to attack So why you complaining, ta? |
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from Pavement - Brighten The Corners (1997)
Old intuition -- on your dock we're fishin'
Come on now, give us a grade A for effort, and a B for delivery C for devotion when the world starts encroaching on your plans Where is the savoir, where is the savoir -- he's not here right now Where is the savoir, where is the savoir-faire? Embassy row -- the fumes they lay low On lanes that are wide -- where the limousines glide On the wrought-iron gates and the bone china plates And don't forget your manners where the anthems play In a netherworld of foreign feeds In a netherworld of foreign feeds In a netherworld of foreign feeds I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take a crown Maids, they are frisked -- and asses are kissed I needed a visa -- I bought off a geezer Political favors could make you a savior In an open corner where the news is late In a netherworld of foreign feeds In a netherworld of foreign feeds In a netherworld of foreign feeds I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna take a crown, I'm gonna take a crown I need to get born, I need to get dead I'm sick of the forms, I'm sick of being misread By men in dashikis and their lefist weeklies Colonized wrath -- their shining new path The converted castle of moorish design If you want to stay the weekend, well, we wouldn't mind The plots they are hatching, the surface is scratching In an open corner where the news is late In a netherland of foreign beads In a netherland of foreign beads In a netherland of foreign beads I'm gonna take you down, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown |
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from Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth - Lost & Found: Sonic Youth [ep] (2008)
Hatred I hate the past I can't see anything at all, all i see is me That's clear enough And that's whats important, to see me My eyes can focus My brain is talking Looks pretty good to me My head's on straight, my girlfriend's beautiful Looks pretty good to me Sometimes i speak Tonight there's nothing to say Sometimes we freak And laugh all day Hold these pages up to the light See the jacknife inside of the dream A railroad runs through the record stores at night Coming in for the deep freeze Mary: a simple word, are you there in the country? Yr eyes so full, yr head so tight Can't you hear me? Remember our talk That day on the phone? I was the door, and you were the station With shattered glass and miles between us We still flew away in the conversation My cup is full, and i feel okayThe world is dull, but not today She think's she's a goddess She says she talks to the spirits I wonder if she can talk to herself? If she can bear to hear it? This is eric's trip We've all come to watch him slip He's slipping all the way to texas Can you dig it? (eric says "the sky is blue...") I see with a glass eye The pavement view A shadow forming, across the fields rushing Thru me to you We tore down the world, and put up four walls I breathe in the myth I'm over the city, fucking the future I'm high and inside yr kiss We can't see clear But what we see is a alright We make up what we can't hear And then we sing all night Scattered pages and shattered lights A jack |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
the expedition has fifty goes
40 roses i neglect make you way way way way way way way far away where you stay where you play where do you play? can you say what you need when you really need it? are you gonna feel it? lady i know-know-know you don't no prices for your petty crime if i should function two layer under around the circle luxury is so tough so toughen up, toughen up, i'm a -toughen up tonight we interact like seperate worlds spoken variants you hurl saw you hurl |
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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
fame throwa pass out the gold,
the diamon watch the last reward, all the things we had before you sold us out and took it all head-borne cries from zenith sluts astral rites from dead-end ruts these ends are sickened wars [x2] he's one of our nation's spies he's one of our first recruits i click with her leather thighs he's one of our first recruits how can you know? in the distance lies a grower, n? Rudolph, king fame throwa, son of groupie, bed-worn sexan spent his cash convincing us that the desert was a starscape took our lives for satellites so we could cry: naked, naked, foul. he's one of our nation's spies he's one of our first recruits i click with her leather thighs he's one of our first recruits |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
rotten device, i'll say it twice
i'm too much i'm too much comforted here costs too much too much, we'll leave you everywhere eyes, nowhere to die no place to shove your sharpened heel i'm looking looking for a tired face in case you wanted to go i know, i'm breathing in to the end calling the bluffs, talking so tough goodbye to the ugly steeple fear good times for ever after i'm just a man you see who i am i'm binding my hooks and open the books dirty black hearts angel of corpus cristi you're so misty, tell me what i want to hear i know i'm reeling in...[x2] to the end [x4] i know i'll never know [x2] |
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from Sonic Youth - The Destroyed Room : B-Sides And Rarities (2006) | |||||
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
woke up to people so tall to you
i can't so i won't stand up chuck break luck look for the splinters you might see where they come in go down, sweet yardley i won't let you fall down, sweet yardley i won't let you fall down, here, now ah- god damn the guts and the gore nobody's crying 'cause there's no one to score for come up sweet randy i won't let you fall -what you got to lose? what you got to prove? who you gonna screw down here? ..now here now ..i am.. here now..i am... here... now... your life is about to-to come away from the mirror in a rainshed generation fight this generation (x 15 or so) stop right |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Hey lady, what do you need?
Do you think you'd like to come and bleed with me? I'd like to invite you to a taste of my chalice It's a special one, it's made of gold Passed out on your couch You left me there, thank you Let me sleep it off I need to sleep it off I need to sleep Why don't you let me? I need to sleep Why don't you? I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep, why won't you let me? I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep, why won't you, why won't you let me sleep? The jam kids on their vespas and the glum looks on their faces The street is full of punks, they got spikes See those rockers with their long, curly locks, goodnight to the rock and roll era 'Cause they don't need you anymore, little girl, boy, girl, boy Their composures are so distracted, Jasper's skinny arms And the dance faction, a little too loose for me Every night it's straight and narrow, laws are broken, amusing era Round and round and round she goes Pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs When they pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs Their throats are filled with |
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from Pavement - Brighten The Corners (1997)
Open call for prison architects
Send me your blueprints ASAP Stack the walls such that I cannot breathe Man is breedin' forever, because of the weather I hope soon to leave from the east No more absolutes, no more absolutes Stick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent and run along, Leigh Amateur seasalt gatherers colonized They're good enough for Conrad Hilton, not good enough for my eyes I trust you will tell me if I am making a fool of myself Man is breedin' forever, breedin' forever, they come out and blister the sea, oh yeah |
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from Pavement - Brighten The Corners (1997)
Open call for prison architects Send me your blueprints ASAP Stack the walls such that I cannot breathe Man is breedin' forever, because of the weather I hope soon to leave from the east No more absolutes, no more absolutes Stick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent and run along, Leigh Amateur seasalt gatherers colonized They're good enough for Conrad Hilton, not good enough for my eyes I trust you will tell me if I am making a fool of myself Man is breedin' forever, breedin' forever, they come out and blister the sea, oh yeah |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
child, don't you know
i don't want to let you go child, don't you know that i don't wanna let you (x11) styles come and go but i'm not going to let you go styles, they come and go but i'm not gonna let you (x11) |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
child, don't you know
i don't want to let you go child, don't you know that i don't wanna let you (x11) styles, they come and go but i'm not going to let you go styles, they come and go but i'm not gonna let you (x11) |
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from Pavement - Terror Twilight (1999)
If you enjoy the company
Of a descending family tree Well, tuck in your thoughts, it's there or it's not The feeling is mutual Well, pardon my birth, I just slipped out Origins I can't brag about A spawn of a bank inquisitor And thieves, I wish Watch out, the snitch also involves himself in blackmail One would think the interests conflict The air is so taut, I feel so thin Hot as the come to closing in Hot as the gun I'm closing in And reap the benefits Beware, the head of state says that she believes in leprechauns Irish folk tales scare the shit out of me Be as it may, I'm happy to say I'm around Miles accrued and passengers add up The message on the mirror says "stick with me" 'Cause no one's there to read your reflection when I'm gone Get it on |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
Greetings, spent day riding forklift
Mother says NO. Can't I for forklift me? Want it because I need money and work time is my life not hers. But what does it mean ?? Cash ??? sweating and puking This is just a bunch of ?????? You can try again later Pay Me. But of course work sucks, so spend week in Nevada dancing with old lady full of nickels full of nickels and dimes. Makes me tired, lose myself, lose my cash but get REAL DRUNK. And then when I'm drunk I go over to dealer Bobbi from Iowa and say "Hello Bobbi, give me something more than 21." Nothing left back home with Forklift Driving past boss Kramer Age 24, Delta High Phd. "Say Mr. Kramer, tired of work, let me poof this forklift, let me puff this forklift." this i ask: that you serve as a forklift too. christmas, christmas |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
from now on
i make haste to carry my skin into the arm must of ????? never less never less cuaght might grow in to a mind that eats like a big taste lie i've laid low from now on this is a joke when he sees the skin rought on me play low from now on this is a joke can i see the skin rot on a dog stray's hide |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
donnybrook between two gangsters and a bunch of merry pranksters.
two against a .22, well who d'ya think is gonna win that...fight. fight? ten ta one it's the gangsters, those pranksters they can't even fight! gangsters like their knuckles bloody pranksters spike the drinks of their buddies gangsters treat their ladies right and pranksters curse their chick-less plight (aw man, there's no dames) I'VE GOT ALL THIS HARVARD LSD WHY WON'T ANYONE FUCK ME ?!? |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
increase mather told her dad yeah
"i roundly disagree with you you're vocal style's to preachy all the yokels mock your teaching." but cotton, he was just so oblivious to all their cutting pleas. soon the townfolk took to it, in every pew they looked to him for guidance just like eyeless lambs awaiting that ol' kabob stand the skeptics formed the nation's born they want to have it, cotton's dream but increase had them mounted and they burned on open fires so the word spread just like small pox in the sudan the gentry cried: "give it a day," x6 years and years have passed since the puritans invaded our soul just like those arab terrorists you'll never know. but today the gods can't make us quake, we see our lives as situations eyes are eyes and teeth are teeth, well mine are rotten underneath. i got two ways we can separate from the clan. if i could fly...i...could...fry. i hope you profited from this bulliten and it stabilized your land you're drenched, you're fired, (you gentrified?) your alzheim clan, but your father is another one of them i don't wanna mention him again, cause i talked to him last night, he hates my guts we had a fight. and he called you a slut girl, why's that? what did you do to him to make him think...? |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Go back to those gold soundz and keep my anthem to yourself
Because it's nothing I don't like, is it a crisis or a boring change? When it's central, so essential, it has a nice ring when you laugh At the lowlife opinions, and they're coming to the chorus now I keep my address to yourself 'Cause we need secrets We need secret cret cret cret crets Back right now Because I never wanna make you feel that you're social Never ignored soul, believe in what you wanna do And do you think that it's a major flaw when they rise up in the falling rain And if you stay around with your knuckles ground down, the trial's over, weapon's found Keep my address to myself Because it's secret 'Cause it's secret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret Back right now So drunk in the August sun and you're the kind of girl I like Because you're empty and I'm empty and you can never quarantine the past Did you remember in December that I won't need you when I'm gone? And if I go there, I won't stay there because I'm sitting here too long I've been sitting here too long And I've been wasted Advocating that word for the last word Last words come up, all you've got to waste |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
come on in...
grave architecture (x2) walk the marble malls [?] the monuments to those who fall and it's a pocket less than narco shell-bit stiff the crypt and the others are rough and the hood's so rad and i'm fucking glad glad to see that, know what it means it takes a lot grave architecture (x2) stroll past the strip is it old? am i clipped? am i just a bathtub waiting to be gripped or found on shady ground? and the lampshade's poised on the overwhelm drugs, and need the talent to breathe it takes a lot oh yeah, you wanna be like a blind fish positive, we're positive-- go! takes a lock-grip, baby to put you to war and i'm pushin' you back than ever ??? that'll push you hard it takes em...... |
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from Pavement - Brighten The Corners (1997)
come on in...
grave architecture (x2) walk the marble malls [?] the monuments to those who fall and it's a pocket less than narco shell-bit stiff the crypt and the others are rough and the hood's so rad and i'm fucking glad glad to see that, know what it means it takes a lot grave architecture (x2) stroll past the strip is it old? am i clipped? am i just a bathtub waiting to be gripped or found on shady ground? and the lampshade's poised on the overwhelm drugs, and need the talent to breathe it takes a lot oh yeah, you wanna be like a blind fish positive, we're positive-- go! takes a lock-grip, baby to put you to war and i'm pushin' you back than ever ??? that'll push you hard it takes em...... |
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from Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth - Lost & Found: Sonic Youth [ep] (2008)
I kneel before the green light of her singing crayon eyes and then i kiss her stomach and it's then i realize her light is the night i'm not blind i believe in you i see a green light i see a green light i see a green light |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
doctors leaving for the holiday season
got crystal ice picks, no gift for the gab and in the parking lots --is this the den he bought? he never, he never complains when it's hot he phoned the fallen daughter in the sauna playing contract bridge they're soaking up the fawn or doing blotters i don't know which ..which...which... boys are dying on these streets i know the medical world could knock you out to sell the coins that you jayed last thursday dine by candelight and hold your savings tight you never, you never know when the bridge falls apart we spoke of latent causes sterile gauzes and the bedside morale we traipse around the table talking sentences so incomplete... please! plea! boys are dying on these streets... |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Doctors leaving for the holiday season
Got crystal ice picks, no gift for the gab And in the parking lot is the sedan he bought He never, he never complains when it's hot He phoned the fallen daughter In the sauna playing contract bridge They're soaking up the fun or doing blotters, I don't know which Which, which boys are dying on these streets I know the medical world could knock you out To sell the coins that you jayed last Thursday Dine by candle light and hold your savings tight You never, you never know when the bridge falls apart We spoke of latent causes, sterile gauzes And the bedside morale We traipse around the table talking sentences so incomplete Please, plea, boys are dying on these streets |
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from Pavement - Wowee Zowee (1995)
ahhh!!! shit, baby.
canyon bro', your life is worked in dream about the witch trials you get all too lot of pepper in your forecast beneath the shady mezzanine keep it when you want to belong... july fourth, raging fortune dream about the witch trials send in the romance of people with their dreadlocks tied like winshields in the night keep it when you want to belong... i keep my head on for pretty jades i keep my head up for ships and shade i keep my head up for richie raid? i keep my head up for guilty rays? --(feel like i'm falling!!) allez! allez! allez! allez! allez! allez! allez! allez!... |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Run, run to the east confession trash
We don?t need your thrills or your call-book cash Let just, nature?s got plans to keep you up there Swamps, fiddles that whine, about the Mayor Our caves are divine, they?ve got conditioned air Fan-tail, backwash factory, rooms will stay up here Hands off of the bayou (Get some bombs) Heels, stay in your state, it's a new south trap What, what is the bait? Ya silly aqua-cat War, college exam, you know I learned a lot About the fiction you tossed and the father's fat and lost Your fail less father lost, your chivalry is lost Your chivalry in shame Hands off of the bayou (Get some bombs) |
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from Pavement - Brighten The Corners (1997)
harness your hopes
Harness your hopes on just one person because you know a harness was only made for one Don't telegraph your passes You'll end up with molasses cauterized in syrup And syrup and molasses And I'm checking out the asses The assets that attract us To anything that moves We're deep inside the grooves And it's time to shake the rations cause someone's gonna cash in The plot it turns again The reference starts at ten Well show me A word that rhymes with Pavement And I won't kill your parents And roast them on a spit And a-don't you try to etch it Or permanently sketch it Or your gonna catch a bad bad cold And the freaks have stormed the white house I moved into a lighthouse It's on a scenic quay It's oh so far away Far away from the beginning The shroud is made of linen The yearling took the purse The goth kid has a hearse Heart-breaking Earth-quaking Kiwis they are home baking Minds wide open truly Leisure A leisure suit is nothing It's nothing to be proud of In this late century And I'm asking you to hold me Just like the morning paper Pinched between your pointer Your index and your thumb It's a semi-automatic Believers are ecstatic You see the way they cling The cold metallic sting And I'm living in a coma For Donna de Varona The harness made of hopes The lovers on the ropes Nun is to church As the parrot is to perch And my Heart's Wide open Truly |
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from Pavement - Brighten The Corners (1997)
harness your hopes
Harness your hopes on just one person because you know a harness was only made for one Don't telegraph your passes You'll end up with molasses cauterized in syrup And syrup and molasses And I'm checking out the asses The assets that attract us To anything that moves We're deep inside the grooves And it's time to shake the rations cause someone's gonna cash in The plot it turns again The reference starts at ten Well show me A word that rhymes with Pavement And I won't kill your parents And roast them on a spit And a-don't you try to etch it Or permanently sketch it Or your gonna catch a bad bad cold And the freaks have stormed the white house I moved into a lighthouse It's on a scenic quay It's oh so far away Far away from the beginning The shroud is made of linen The yearling took the purse The goth kid has a hearse Heart-breaking Earth-quaking Kiwis they are home baking Minds wide open truly Leisure A leisure suit is nothing It's nothing to be proud of In this late century And I'm asking you to hold me Just like the morning paper Pinched between your pointer Your index and your thumb It's a semi-automatic Believers are ecstatic You see the way they cling The cold metallic sting And I'm living in a coma For Donna de Varona The harness made of hopes The lovers on the ropes Nun is to church As the parrot is to perch And my Heart's Wide open Truly |
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from Pavement - Carrot Rope [single] (2006)
harness your hopes
Harness your hopes on just one person because you know a harness was only made for one Don't telegraph your passes You'll end up with molasses cauterized in syrup And syrup and molasses And I'm checking out the asses The assets that attract us To anything that moves We're deep inside the grooves And it's time to shake the rations cause someone's gonna cash in The plot it turns again The reference starts at ten Well show me A word that rhymes with Pavement And I won't kill your parents And roast them on a spit And a-don't you try to etch it Or permanently sketch it Or your gonna catch a bad bad cold And the freaks have stormed the white house I moved into a lighthouse It's on a scenic quay It's oh so far away Far away from the beginning The shroud is made of linen The yearling took the purse The goth kid has a hearse Heart-breaking Earth-quaking Kiwis they are home baking Minds wide open truly Leisure A leisure suit is nothing It's nothing to be proud of In this late century And I'm asking you to hold me Just like the morning paper Pinched between your pointer Your index and your thumb It's a semi-automatic Believers are ecstatic You see the way they cling The cold metallic sting And I'm living in a coma For Donna de Varona The harness made of hopes The lovers on the ropes Nun is to church As the parrot is to perch And my Heart's Wide open Truly |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
I got a leaf
And a spleef Light that spleef God bless that spleef in my mouth Or should I say ja baby Spin Doctors are crazy Take it Butch I got a life complete with my love I got a wife, she fits in my leather gloves I got a knife and I keep it above my heart for you Rock on It always sets me down The way you tremble when you're down And all the lies you tell Come back to haunt you baby Back to haunt you down Come back to haunt you baby Haunt you down All right Look Out I've been to Christmas in France I don't wanna have no pants I've had Christmas in France Where they don't wear any pants I've had Christmas in Detroit How do you think that feels? I've been married in Cincinnati too Hold Off All you need your fill is waiting for your man to come home All your deets undecided boxes Are coming out I'm coming out I'm hungry for you I can smell you on my hands And it smells really good Oh yeah Hold me down and love me Hold me down and love me Keep that knife above me I'll teach you how to look my age If you wanna look old I'll teach you how to look my age If you wanna look old I'll teach you how to look my age I'll teach you how to act like over age, over age |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
heaven is a truck
it got stuck on the breeze asked the driver nicely, i need a lift? i need release. the sand in the boats, on the rose-covered floats she is the queen of a canceled Pasadena thrill (california) i know arks can't fly i know the sharks, they don't have wings but lady you need some cold advice about a few things loosen my dress tie me up just like all the rest she is the queen of a canceled Pasadena, thrill (california) [repeats] [although they may say 'castle' a time or two] |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
heaven is a truck
it got stuck on the breeze asked the driver nicely, i need a lift? i need release. the sand in the boats, on the rose-covered floats she is the queen of a canceled Pasadena thrill (california) i know arks can't fly i know the sharks, they don't have wings but lady you need some cold advice about a few things loosen my dress tie me up just like all the rest she is the queen of a canceled Pasadena, thrill (california) [repeats] [although they may say 'castle' a time or two] |
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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
i was dressed for success
but success it never comes and i'm the only one who laughs at your jokes when they are so bad and your jokes are always bad but they're not as bad as this come join us in a prayer we'll be waiting waiting where everything's ending here and all the sterile striking it defends an empty dock you cast away and rain upon your forehead where the mist's for hire if it's just too clear let's spend our last quarterstance randomly go down to the outlet once again painted portraits of minions & slaves crotch mavens and one night plays are they the only ones who laugh? at the jokes when they are so bad and the jokes they're always bad but they're not as bad as this come join us in a prayer we'll be waiting waiting where everything's ending here and all the spanish candles unsold away have gone to this and a "run-on piece of mount on" trembles, shivers, runs down the freeway i guess she spent her last quarter randomly i guess a guess is the best i'll do last time last time was the best time |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
I'm up on a hill top where I
Keep you in sight, my little toys I buried you because the sun Will melt them Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Taking over Taking over your life I'm taking over your scene Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya I would hope see the face I would hope you see her face Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Hit the plane down (taking over) There's no survivors There's no survivors Don't even snow (we're not that disturbed) Don't even snow Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Hit the plane down (taking over) There's no survivors There's no survivors Taking over your life Taking over your life I'm taking over the scene I'm taking everything All I wanted it all My little trick I wouldn't mind just a milligram up my sleeve I've got you up my sleeve I've Got you up my sleeve I've got you up my sleeve Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Hit the plane down There's no survivors Taking over your life Taking over your life I'm taking over the scene I'm taking everything I'm taking everything I've got to melt it X 10 Hit the plane down Hit the plane down there's no survivors There is no survivors |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
Fight for felicity for me.
You know i cannot do it myself. Stick your fingers in my mouth. Pull my lips back and watch me smile. Catch me on my troubled portion. Maybe there is something there for you. Look below her nylon stockings, snapped the double notch and left untied. Some king chooser will wind up with my number. I'll go to sleep and wait for my number to come. Deep pockets may be deeper and always had a nickel to spare. Now the blood blister's, the blister's black as she washes her hands across her chest. But if you're willing to call my machine, flip the coins and watch me light up hope the time is right for it when its done turn your back King chooser has come for my number. I'll just roll over on my back and wait for my number to come. |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
everyone is carrying on in this house
afraid to live there? i can't even watch the things you do and the people you know. a groovy scene in australia, i will move; take my surfboard maybe i'll groove noise addicts and other folks, oh yeah! our hearts were blanketed with it all, and then i took off the blanket and saw the petty shawl you bought for me you're gorgeous; i'm pretty handsome too? we make a pair, me and you me and you forever...on and on and on and on me and you forever on and on. |
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from Pavement - Slanted & Enchanted (1992)
can you treat it like an oil well
when it's underground, out of sight? and if the sight is just a whore sign can it make enough sense to me? pretend the table is a trust knot we'll put our labels down, faith is down i'll watch some yards of twine unravel and you'll never get it back it's what i want (it's what i want) it's what i want (twine comes down) it's what i want (it's what i want) don't you know, i could make you try make you try [3x] i've been crowned the king of it, and it is all we have so wait to hear my words and they're diamond sharp i can open it up and it's up and down it's what i want (it's what i want) i see your bag like a little dog [?](ball of twine) don't you know that it's what i want (it's what i want) i'll see your bag and it makes you try makes you try [3x] i've been down, the king of it, is all we have i've been down and i could wait to hear the words they're diamond sharp today |
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