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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 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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Leaky lifeboat slips the shore
They were sailing backwards to the freakin' north My brother the wind he's got to know They got to get it together and ... |
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from Sonic Youth - The Eternal (2009)
malibu gas station
pumps up the nation a tough cross to bear oops no underwear com' on do it you gotta use it that a girl don't you blow it com' on move me turn me on now it will make make you feel so good,yeah i took the stage to show you so long ago now my mind is hazy just a little crazy com' on do it you gotta use it that a girl don't you blow it com' on move me turn me on now roll me over it will make you- everybody down,everybody dark, crawling on the ground i can't move faster my face is plaster the breasts are bangin abdominal master com' on do it (repeat chorus etc) everybody down,everybody dark,crawling on the ground movin in the waves,moving in the sand, bumping on the ground grinding in the water,grinding in the water,feel the undertow,feel the undertow,whats yrs is mine,whats yrs is mine,feel the undertow,oh yeah pulling down,pull me down, in the undertow french kiss,french kiss now malibu gas station on face the nation california magik a tan so tragique |
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from Sonic Youth - The Eternal (2009)
oil dripping on my head
let's go back to bed bring you back to me bring you back to me oil dripping on my head bring you back from the dead from the dead here's wishing you were here with me here's wishing we could massage history,history i'm witness to what you do anything that you feel in between,in between you and me bound at sea floating on debris yr so close,close to me yr so close,close to me oil dripping on my head let's go back to bed bring you back bring you back from the dead from the dead wishing you were here by me wishing you were here let's massage history all the money's gone all the money's gone funny it was never here it was never here here's a song here's a song to massage along history along come with me to the other side not everyone makes it out alive come with me to the other side not everyone makes it out alive i want you to suck my neck--- suck |
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from Sonic Youth - The Eternal (2009)
sweet temptation came today
time for angels to kneel and pray i saw you hangin with the devil evil nature frozen grave renounce yr lies sweet succubi-oh no i don't care i don't wanna hear it cuz i'm not talkin to you no more and i'm never gonna shadow yr door- no way u know u hrt me once and you know ull never hurt me again cuz i'm sick of all yr games you can't trick my love w/sin sinners lie i will never die-i said no i don't care i don't wanna hear it cuz i'm not talking to you no more and i'm never gonna shadow yr door- no way sweet temptation came today time for angels to kneel and pray yr black wings r bound in chains as i swoop into yr grave werewolf kommandos poison tongue-i said no i don't care i don't wanna hear it cuz i'm not talkin to you no more and i'm never gonna shadow yr door- no way |
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from Sonic Youth - The Eternal (2009)
paintings they fall off the walls when you come
traipsing in with your horse your six string guitar is a mess silver bullets hanging off yr dress now i remember whati meant to be-to replace your history who let that girl into this room-so innocent yet doomed (chorus): who shot the poison arrow here she comes-yeh-shes playing hard to get there she goes-a promise you can never forget mirrors,they black out and freeze when you pull me in too too deep everytime i handcuff you i know i come closer to the truth now i remember whati meant to say-to count all my blessings today who let that girl into this room-so innocent yet doomed (chorus) |
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from Sonic Youth - The Eternal (2009)
I want you to levitate me
don't you love me yet? press up against the amp,turn up the treble don't forget getting dizzy sittin around sacred trickster and the no tech sound i wish i could be music on a tree noise nomads and me levitating on the ground uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh whats its like to be a girl in a band? i don't quite understand that's so quaint to hear i feel so faint my dear getting dizzy sittin around sacred trickster and the no tech sound i wish i could be music on a tree noise nomads and me levitating,scootin around |
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from Sonic Youth - The Eternal (2009)
we did not fade from the noise meditation
we stopped abruptly while spinning down this is not to depict hesitation a silent gesture-for princess pleasure oh see what heaven sent -oh stright from heavens gate oh see what heaven meant-when it embraces hate elastic dreemz of vicious aktions plastik stomachs wrapped in steel hair falls in a dead breeze curtain trash can canterbury-hollywood boulevard o u can count on it-richard hell tacked to the wall remember the plunger pit-in love with nothing at all our beards are circuits to amplifier all our bells have an elite ring rapacious gardens of female distinktion can you smell trouble-libraries of rubble i don't wanna know-who gets the highest score thats when my poodle pukes-on the gallery floor we did not fade from the noise meditation we stopped abruptly while spinning down hair falls in a dead breeze curtain a silent gesture-for princess pleasure here comes mary rat-trudi tacked to the wall take me back to disgraceland-in love with nothing at all |
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from Sonic Youth - The Eternal (2009)
hey now,whats the news?
i heard you've been seen walkin' blue i know we're all confused,it's ture i know you feel the same way everything we see is clear/everything we feel i'm here to let you know all we need to do is just to just let go you've heard we're "born to lose",i know but don't you start to think that's really true you've got the walkin blues today but soon we'll stand and let the music play everything we dream is clear,everything we need let's say you and i we find/something hard to hold let's keep it in our minds and let it fill our days never slip and find we've let it stray now we're in for the long ride we can let the rest slip aside everything we need is clear everything we feel is clear everything we dream is clear everything we see is clear |
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from Sonic Youth - The Eternal (2009)
i'm in a state of shock
i'm creeping up and down your block i'm looking into you i'm trying to catch yr view its not a quiet meditation O, that ya know darkness makes the night more cold thats what we know-about me satisfied wise child creeping heart and frozen perfection you could touch my hand i'll drink a case of you heavens not about yr reputation ya that i know forever means the night turns gold thats what we know about you its been quite a ride with you my sweet here by my side funny how the mountains slide we're stepping across the great divide our bodies vibrate so slowly ya that we know bound together heart and soul thats what we know about us |
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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 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 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 Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth - Lost & Found: Sonic Youth [ep] (2008)
You're it No, you're it Hey, you're really it You're it No I mean it, you're it Say it Don't spray it Spirit desire (face me) Spirit desire (don't displace me) Spirit desire We will fall Miss me Don't dismiss me Spirit desire Spirit desire We will fall Spirit desire We will fall Spirit desire We will fall Spirit desire We will fall Everybody's talking 'bout the stormy weather And what's a man do to but work out whether it's true? Looking for a man with a focus and a temper Who can open up a map and see between one and two Time to get it Before you let it Get to you Here he comes now Stick to your guns And let him through Everybody's coming from the winter vacation Taking in the sun in a exaltation to you You come running in on platform shoes With Marshall stacks To at least just give us a clue Ah, here it comes I know it's someone I knew Teenage riot in a public station Gonna fight and tear it up in a hypernation for you Now I see it I think I'll leave it out of the way Now I come near you And it's not clear why you fade away Looking for a ride to your secret location Where the kids are setting up a free-speed nation, for you Got a foghorn and a drum and a hammer that's rockin' And a cord and a pedal and a lock, that'll do me for now It better work out I hope it works out my way 'Cause it's getting kind of quiet in my city's head Takes a teen age riot to get me out of bed right now You better look it We're gonna shake it Up to him He acts the hero We paint a zero On his hand We know it's down We know it's bound too loose Everybody's sound is round it Everybody wants to be proud to choose So who's to take the blame for the stormy weather You're never gonna stop all the teenage leather and booze It's time to go round A one man showdown Teach us how to fail We're off the streets now And back on the road On the riot trail |
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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 Sonic Youth - The Destroyed Room : B-Sides And Rarities (2006)
Mess my hair, take me down
Yeah you know, yeah you know Mess my hair, take me down Yeah you know, yeah you know Play that song, round and round Play that song, all the time Mess my hair, take me down Yeah you know, yeah you know, yeah you know Razor blade, razor blade Razor blade, razor blade Razor blade |
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from Sonic Youth - The Destroyed Room : B-Sides And Rarities (2006)
time takes its crazy toll
and how does your mirror grow you better watch yourself when you jump into it 'cause the mirror's gonna steal your soul I wonder how it came to be my friend that someone just like you has come again you'll never, never know how close you came until you fall in love with the diamond rain throw all his trash away look out he's here to stay your mirror's gonna crack when he breaks into it and you'll never never be the same look into his eyes and you can see why all the little kids are dressed in dreams I wonder how he's gonna make it back when he sees that you just know it's make-belief blood crystalized as sand and now I hope you'll understand you reflected into his looking glass soul and now the mirror is your only friend look into his eyes and you will see that men are not alone on the diamond sea sail into the heart of the lonely storm and tell her that you'll love her eternally time takes its crazy toll mirror fallin' off the wall you better look out for the looking glass girl 'cause she's gonna take you for a fall look into his eyes and you shall see why everything is quiet and nothing's free I wonder how he's gonna make her smile when love is running wild on the diamond sea |
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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 - 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 - Carrot Rope [single] (2006)
Roll With The Wind
Many are the men who get lost around the bend Solitary rejects with a need to spawn Well the hell you are a-raisin' The skirts you are a-chasin' Gonna send the letter bomb back to you Roll! Roll with the wind! Roll! Roll with the wind! ? theres always equation For what you are made up of what you're gonna be Wise, you are a shaman and rich a Boston prominent, poor, you're just so common and that's all there is Roll! Roll with the wind! Roll! Roll with the wind! Clarity was lost in the guts of the Xerox machine Say what you need Say what you mean Don't keep me guessing Playing to packed houses and quiet as church mouses And building up a circus tent with black ??? Well I get high on action Heavy tooth compaction Building up a root canal entre vous Roll! Roll with the wind! Roll! Roll with the wind! Charity's new members lost it so save the reciept Save the reciept Save the reciept Save the reciepts Don't keep me guessing You gotta roll! Roll with the wind! Roll with the wind! You gotta roll! Roll with the wind! Roll with the wind! |
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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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Westing (2005)
what i was was a pissing johnson
and what she was was a faded bombshell. maybe maybe what i was was a mark inside her hand what she was was a ten pound block. maybe maybe |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
I'm jonesin' for a mercy snack
I'm regular, I'm treble-kicked I been down to the Laundromat The lines are long My lines are strong I been down to the south of Maine I worked a week, I snuck a peek I been down to the Bondage Street Guitar is numb, my eyes are dumb I saw the terror in your tongue The cat's domain is no longer fun I waded and I waited, And I waited, and I waited And then I went back home To my apartment views and all the screws With this inside my guts and gore Was pouring out, I did adore my Sight. |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
Started in the old south
i brought it to the new west sold it for a dry claim i bought it back the hard way i've got a mine thats fine isn't it the best one yet? i bought it in '49 i've got a mine thats fine heard about your bad fall i guess its just the rock's fault i bet you need some old south i'll sell it for your gold teeth i've got a mind thats fine i swear its the best one yet i bought it in '49 i've got a mind thats fine she was just a moaner she was never saved bruises in my stomach fight i fed it to my engine i've got a mind thats fine i swear it's the best one yet i bought it in '49 i've got a mine thats fine i've got a mine thats fine i've got a mine thats fine i've got a mine thats fine i've got a mine thats fine. |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
My radio
It doesn't work It's been shot up The wires are burned Someone yanked it just a little too hard My radio It doesn't work It's been shot up And I can't work ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
Slow-Mo
Got his hand stuck in the kitchen sink It was his birthday tomorrow And he couldn't resist But he never found a sign on his second skin At least he knows how the other half lives Inside a little room about four inches wide With windows glued shut, And air that stinks But he only saw the kitchen And the bath He should be thankful So thankful That all's ok with her And I wasted No one's precious time Like I wasted, I wasted all Your precious time, precious time Was a sorry thing to do Was a sorry thing for you Cuz I wasted, I wasted it all on you! |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
just cause i'm fakin
doesn't mean i'm wrong cause i bought my price yeah, no i got it at cost and there's the things i know wrote them down on your nib just remember turning it's a rapid affair you can't say it, you can't say i'm wrong. you can't say it, you can't say it, you can? say i'm wrong. won't have teeth to say i'm wrong no they won't have teeth to say i'm wrong no they won't have teeth to say i'm wrong (incoherence)i wanna better bong? oh..oh..oh..aw..aw..aw |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
My space is...
ready to be taken by the sweat up high with the fucked up eyes with the ugly face the ugly face, the ugly face, the ugly face the ugly THIGHS! we all thought you'd lose to the recorder grot and kick it! behind my back before you cross behind my back before you crash behind my back before you crack behind my back before you crack behind my back before you cross behind my back recorder grot behind my back recorder grot recorder grot, recorder grot grot! |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
My space is...
ready to be taken by the sweat up high with the fucked up eyes with the ugly face the ugly face, the ugly face, the ugly face the ugly THIGHS! we all thought you'd lose to the recorder grot and kick it! behind my back before you cross behind my back before you crash behind my back before you crack behind my back before you crack behind my back before you cross behind my back recorder grot behind my back recorder grot recorder grot, recorder grot grot! |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
i told her lies deceitfully
and she believed, she believed in me i told her o lip suction fragment and she believed, she believed in me i told her i was free of disease and she believed, she believed in me i told her i loved her and she believed, yeah she believed in me! |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
I sneezed corn flakes down to my nose
hes got a chrome-plated baby so it knows where it goes i spent a long week waiting for my laundry with steve i spent a long while waiting for my hair to recede You shouldn't hate your body cuz its part of you shouldn't hate your neighbour if he's family of man no you shouldnt hate your family cuz there part of you shouldn't hate your friends your friends your friends Everybody's got one that they can't recieve when the cat's in the kitchen there's nothing but fleas i spent a long time waiting for my hair to recede i spent a long time waiting for my hair to recede |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
Ice baby,
I saw your girlfriend and she was eating her fingers like they're just another meal but she waits there in the levee wash she's mixin' cocktails with a plastic-tipped cigar My eyes stick to all the shiny robes you wear on the protein delta strip in abandoned house but i will wait there i'll be waiting forever... i'm waiting (waiting 8x)...(oh) Minerals, ice deposit daily, drop off the first shiny robe i've got a lot of things i want to sell, but not here, babe-- you took them all every time i sit around i find i'm shot every time i sit around i find i'm shot every time i turn around i find every time i sit around i find every time (6x)... you're my... summer babe summer babe |
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from Pavement - Westing (2005)
you're killing me
you're killing me again it's not my fault it's not my fault again a sign, a sign, a sign on the door you're killing me you're killing me again you're killing me you're killing me again it's not my fault it's not my fault again there's a line, a line, a line for the whore you're killing me you're killing me again |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
hold on tight she wears the seek
it's got more stars than the sky it's still forbidden to excuse that little look in your eye i was busted in my gut that time that time i said "i know it's true" why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i? i can't believe she's married to roe i would have turned down the light but she always marked my fear doesn't make it alright i wanted to stay there but you know i needed more than that why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Call, response. Syncopate the prose
Fuck the highs because I live for the lows Four by four, with activated riff It's good in my car, so it must be a hit I know where the heart is(x2) Giant drinks and waitress indisposed Ski that jump on the tip of her nose Forget it Songs are written but never with a pen The words will follow but you never know when I know where the start is(x2) BADADA |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Lane driver, the forces against you, the rain
I know everybody wants to put you down But I know everybody's gonna put me down I want you Because I'm rushing to feel you But I won't set you down, I don't need to Because I'm rushing to feel you But I won't set you down, I don't need to Fly fly fly fly fly fly fly Don't try try try try try It's a brand new era, it feels great It's a brand new era but it came too late She won't let you know that I need a right to touch her She won't let you wait for me, for me to touch you Crowds of the people and voices and steeples and wedding rings Wild are the horses and break-up divorces and separate rooms from My my my my my my my I love your tinted eyes So bad, so bad, so so bad so so bad She won't let me break you out When the picture's cut it free Three of us is enough, it's the simple stuff I need Can't you see the stuff I need? Can't you see? Can't you stuff me? Stuff me |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
one trial down in Spanos County
ladies always turn up to watch them fall and the hands they bind you they bind you like you want to be broken but the land is comin', babe it's coming up golden gold and silver streaks when you hit them you can't buy sand in the gross land don't say what to make 'em feel they got take it off my wrists Jacob you move up my wrists Jacob you move..when you move you don't move! you don't moooove!! alright i want a cigarette all those trials and things they try to do while wondering over why we're insane damn land ho(?), won't you? |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Well, you mesmerize me
Stop criticizing me You know, I'm solo that way And I'm heading for the Cape I'm on a raft, can't turn back Stimulate the open chords I'm on a raft, can't turn back (Louder!) You're an ocean of honey Painfully funny, yeah And the tears that you grow Are coming up early I'm on a raft, can't turn back And you stimulate the open chords Rats, in the bath, of the shaft... ((indistinct)) You're a Nestea splash Sunkist two-thousand class All the towelers of thongs And a heavy, line, oh... Down the golden groves All around this funky place Damn, damn, damn All the forty-niners... |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
After the glow, the scene, the stage
The sad talk becomes slow but there's one thing I'll never forget Hey, you gotta pay your dues Before you pay the rent Over the turnstiles and out in the traffic There's ways of living, it's the way I'm living, right or wrong It's all that I can do And I wouldn't want to let you be I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down Run from the pigs, the fuzz, the cops, the heat Pass me your gloves, this crime it is never complete Until you snort it up or shoot it down You're never going to feel free Out on my skateboard the night is just humming And the gum smacks are the pulse I'll follow if my walkman fades Well, I got absolutely no one No one but myself to blame Don't worry, we're in no hurry School's out, what did you expect? I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down Out on tour with the Smashing Pumpkins Nature kids, I- they don't have no function I don't understand what they mean And I could really give a fuck Stone Temple Pilots, they're elegant bachelors They're foxy to me, are they foxy to you? I will agree they deserve absolutely nothing Nothing more than me Dreaming, dream, dream, dream, dream |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
After the glow, the scene, the stage
The sad talk becomes slow but there's one thing I'll never forget Hey, you gotta pay your dues Before you pay the rent Over the turnstiles and out in the traffic There's ways of living, it's the way I'm living, right or wrong It's all that I can do And I wouldn't want to let you be I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down Run from the pigs, the fuzz, the cops, the heat Pass me your gloves, this crime it is never complete Until you snort it up or shoot it down You're never going to feel free Out on my skateboard the night is just humming And the gum smacks are the pulse I'll follow if my walkman fades Well, I got absolutely no one No one but myself to blame Don't worry, we're in no hurry School's out, what did you expect? I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down Out on tour with the Smashing Pumpkins Nature kids, I- they don't have no function I don't understand what they mean And I could really give a fuck Stone Temple Pilots, they're elegant bachelors They're foxy to me, are they foxy to you? I will agree they deserve absolutely nothing Nothing more than me Dreaming, dream, dream, dream, dream |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Plugs without a socket
There?s no moon without a rocket Holes if you could lock it I wouldn?t let you if you wanted to Court or you?re bad, bad when you?re good Close ?em off and let him go home I never want to leave ya But I won't want to grieve ya When ya money come around I?ll be home No one gets to laugh at you I know a bike with a plate a special plate forgetting me Your home is not my home and your bone is not mine No more things that I could want and delay [unverified] Let?s smoke some butts, Steve Let?s smoke some butts, come on Let?s smoke some butts, come on I?m hoping for somebody, somebody who will love me And I?m not sure that that?s very hard to find 'Cause I never really looked, I never really took A second glance at something you said I?m leaving on my fly you know You know, no way I do Oh, leaving don?t you know Come on, come on, come on [Unverified] Buy me a postcard, put it in the mail Buy me a boat and we?ll set sail Buy me a ship it?s just the same Same way of saying the same thing Oh, no one gets to lie When it gets down too close to the Never mind, forget what I said It meant nothing to you or me, you or me I met a man, a man who taught me something Something about tying knots on a girl?s forehead I never learned ?cause I never had eight children And I never wanted them But now, now I?m getting older Maybe I?d like to fuck a woman and make one But I don?t know if I should Because I don?t have a real steady job Because I don?t have a real special, ooh |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Silent kid, no one to remind you
You've got no hip, no reels to remind you Silent kid, don't take your pawnshop home on the road, goddamn you Silent kid, don't lose your graceful tone This is the city life This is the city life Oh come on, let's talk about leaving Come on now, talk about your family Your sister's cursed, your father's all but damned you Silent kid, don't listen to your grandmother's advice about Ezra Silent kid, don't listen to them Hand me the drumstick, snare kick, blues call upon I knew myself in Into the spotlight, ecstasy feels so warm inside Until five hours later, I'm chewing Screwing myself with my hand |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
In a bucket top of the hill
Overlooking out of time thrills You think you need some inspiration And I wouldn?t wanna ask because I don?t mind If it don?t rhyme Are a trespasser Kiss me when I cross the tracks, baby And I?ll be watching you babe I?ll be watching you, I?ll be whining too Just a soiled little filly can't raise the roof Keep your heart open under your glass It was given my a maker that dirty, dirty taker And ya don?t mind because he don?t mind saying ?I feel like a lap dog You pet me when I beg Why do beggarsisis They never kneel?? I?ll be watching for you, too I?ll be watching for you, too I?ll be watching for you, too I?ll be watching you Who |
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Blind date with a chancer, we had oysters and dry lancers
And the check when it arrived, we went dutch, dutch, dutch Dutch a redder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash And this emory board is giving me a rash I'm flat out You're so beautiful to look at when you cry Freeze, don't move You've been chosen as an extra in the movie adaptation Of the sequel to your life A shady lane Everybody wants one A shady lane Everybody needs one Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God Oh my God, oh his God, oh her God, oh your God It's everybody's God, it's everybody's God It's everybody's God, it's everybody's God The worlds collide And all that I want is a shady lane Glance don't stare Soon you're being told to recognize your heirs No not me I'm an island of such great complexity Distress surrounds The muddy peaceful center of this town Tell me off In the hotel lobby right in front of all the bellboys And the over friendly concierge A shady lane Everybody wants one A shady lane Everybody needs one Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God Oh my God, oh his God, oh her God, oh your God It's everybody's God, it's everybody's God It's everybody's God, it's everybody's God The worlds collide But all that I want is a shady lane |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Got struck by the first volley
Of the war in the corps Never held my service Send em a wire, give em my best This ammunition never rests No one serves coffee, no one wakes up Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard: Dad they broke me. Dad they broke me. [repeat] I can see the lines open shutters And the leaves flocked on a grid That's what they made my hero say But nothing gets me off so completely But when you put it down Ten feet down in the ground Call and response in the negative home Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard: Dad they broke me. Dad they broke me. [repeat] |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Got struck by the first volley
Of the war in the courts Never held my serve Send'em a wire, give'em my best This ammunition never rests No one serves coffee, no one wakes up Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard Dad, they broke me Dad, they broke me Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard Dad, they broke me Dad, they broke me I can see the lines open shutters And the leaves flocked on a grid That's what they made my hero say Nothing gets me off so completely Then when you put it down, ten feet down in the ground Call it response (to a) negative home Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard Dad, they broke me Dad, they broke me Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard Dad, they broke me |