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Na nanana na nanana na na
na na na na nana etc. Ah ah ah... You shoot me glances and they're so hard to read I misconstrue what you mean Slip me a napkin and now that you start Is this your name or a doctor's eye chart? I try and comprehend you but I got a dyslexic heart I ain't dying to offend you, I got a dyslexic heart Thanks for the book, now my table is ready Is this a library or bar? Between the covers I thought you were ready A half-angel, half-tart Do I read you correctly, lead me directly Help me with this part Do I hate you? Do I date you? Do I got a dyslexic Heart? You keep swayin'... what are you sayin'? Thinking 'bout stayin'? Or are you just playing, making passes Well, my heart could use some glasses Try and comprehend you I got a dyslexic heart Do I read you correctly, I need you directly I only went this far Do I love you do I hate you I got a dyslexic heart Na na na na na, etc |
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from Singles (클럽 싱글즈) by Paul Westerberg [ost] (1992)
Queen of Light took her bow
And then she turned to go, The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom And walked the night alone. Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morn - ing light. The dark Lord rides in force tonight And time will tell us all. Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes. Side by side we wait the might Of the darkest of them all. I hear the horses' thunder Down in the valley blow, I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, Waiting for the eastern glow. The apples of the valley hold, The seas of happiness, The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no. Oh,-------dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light. The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant's face is red. Oh the war is common cry, Pick up you swords and fly. The sky is filled with good and bad That mortals never know. Oh, well, the night is long, The beads of time pass slow, Tired eyes on the sunrise, Waiting for the eastern glow. The pain of war cannot exceed The woe of aftermath, The drums will shake the castle wall, The ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on. Sing as you raise your bow, Shoot straighter than before. No comfort has the fire at night That lights the face so cold. Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the mornin' light. The magic runes are writ in gold To bring the balance back, Bring it back. At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by, With flames from the dragon of darkness The sunlight blinds his eyes. |
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Lying like needles
On forest earth Euphoric rush Trees bend to pray for us I'm sputtering Like cold machines Late for the birth ritual, ritual, ritual, ritual You can drive my tail To watch the circus A (birth?) ritual A birth of idiots Now I woke up blessed And good strives for heart ache Marked for the death ritual, ritual, ritual *As you start the song And face this garden I light a cigarette before the execution Now you see your crime For every miracle Add another drug at every birth ritual I took the drug To make me stay And now everything Dies in shyness The snake retreats Admits defeat And waits for the birth ritual, ritual, ritual *Repeat Shining light Child's highs Mark his sides Bright until the newness wears off *Repeat |
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from Singles (클럽 싱글즈) by Paul Westerberg [ost] (1992)
Oh, tonight began with anything
Shadows, a light, a warm breath and a scream, ah yeah... Oh, tamper if you like between the doors, oh yeah...huh...huh... Oh, can't expect to go out...to go out... With anything...anything more... Oh, reach the door...a breath and a scr...oh, reach the door And a nada lada yeah... Life ain't what it's worth...a breath and a scr...oh, reach the door All these reaching hands out grabbin' things, grabbin' me Day in, day out, accumulating, ah yeah Whoa, I suggest you step out on your porch Oh yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah... Run away my son, to see it all...oh, see the world Oh, reach the door...a breath and a scr...oh, reach the door Oh, and a nada lada yeah... Life ain't what it's worth...a breath and a scr...oh, reach the door Come...here it comes...there it goes...when it comes... Where it goes...where it comes...can't see through the faith... Ooh, come...here it comes...there it goes, grasp what you can... Don't you know there's something inside your hand, yeah... Oh, if I knew where it was I would take you there... There's much more than this, ooh...whoa, much more than this Oh, see the world...much more than, oh... Much more than... Why? |
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from Singles (클럽 싱글즈) by Paul Westerberg [ost] (1992)
You ever heard the story of Mr. Faded Glory?
Say he who rides a pony must someday fall I been talkin' to my alter Life is what you make it And if you make it death well then rest your soul away Away away yeah child It's a broken kind of feeling She'd have to tie me to the ceiling A bad moon's a comin' better say your prayers I wanna tell her that I love her But does it really matter? I just can't stand to see you dragging down Again So I'm singing This is my kinda love It's the kind that moves on It's unkind and leaves me alone Yes it does I uses to treat you like a lady Now you're a substitute teacher This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight I owe the man some money so I'm turnin over honey You see Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' time This is my kinda love It's the kind that moves on It's unkind and leaves me alone Yes it does Like a crown of thorns it's all who you know So don't burn your bridges woman cause someday, yeah Kick it! Baby i said com' on, com' on, com' on, com' on yeah I said baby don't burn your bridges woman |
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from Singles (클럽 싱글즈) by Paul Westerberg [ost] (1992)
No matter where you are, I can still hear you when you drown
You've traveled very far Just to see you I'll come around, when I'm down All of those yesterdays Coming around No matter where you are, I can still hear you when you dream You traveled very far You traveled far, like a star And you are All of those yesterdays Coming around Is it something someone said? Was it something someone said? Yesterday the sky was you And I still feel the same Nothing left for me to do And I still feel the same I wish, I wish I could fly I wish, I wish I could lie I will, I will try I will, I will Goodbye |
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Waterfall
Nothing can harm me at all My worries seem so very small With my waterfall I can see my rainbow calling me yeah Through the misty breeze of my waterfall Some people say day-dreaming is For the all the lazy minded fools with nothing else to do So let them laugh laugh at me So just as long as i have you to see me through I have nothing to lose long as i have you Waterfall Don't ever change your ways Fall with we for a million days Oh my waterfall |
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from Singles (클럽 싱글즈) by Paul Westerberg [ost] (1992)
Did you hear the distant cry
Calling me back to my sin Like the one you knew before Calling me back once again I nearly, I nearly lost you there And it's taking us somewhere I nearly lost you there Let's try to see now Drag me far enough to know I'm blind every mile that you burn There's a rider that's fallen and It's clear there's no time to return I nearly, I nearly lost you there And it's taking us somewhere I nearly lost you there Let's try to see now Did you hear the distant lie Calling me back to my sin Like the one you knew before Calling me back once again I nearly, I nearly lost you there And it's taking us somewhere I nearly lost you there Well let's try to see now I nearly lost you there. |
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from Singles (클럽 싱글즈) by Paul Westerberg [ost] (1992)
Everybody loves us
Everybody loves our town That's why I'm thinkin' lately Time for leavin' is now Hey hey hey hey It's so overblown Everybody loves us Man they give me the creeps And you're up there, shirtless and flexin' Display of a macho freak Now you've got your attention And you've gone so very far They gave you your very own spotlight Just like some real rock star Hey hey hey hey It's so overblown (Show 'em Stevie) You got a sackfull of candy All I got was a rock They got you by your big business boy Next you know you're packin extra socks Everybody loves us Everybody's gettin kinda old Couldn't hold a regular job Long live rock 'n' roll Hey hey hey hey It's so overblown It's all over and done |
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from Singles (클럽 싱글즈) by Paul Westerberg [ost] (1992)
Summer nights and long warm days
are stolen as the old moon falls my mirror shows another face another place to hide it all sleeping with a full moon blanket sand and feathers for my head dreams have never been my answer dreams have never been my bed now i wanna cry about the storm but you can't grow feathers in the rain and this naked floor is cold as you this naked floor remains and i'm lost, behind the words i’ll never find and i'm left behind as seasons roll on by would you crawl into my world and take me worlds away should i be beside myself i might even stay |
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from Singles (클럽 싱글즈) by Paul Westerberg [ost] (1992)
woooh
state of love and trust as i busted down the pretext sin still plays and preaches but to have an empty court, uh huh and the signs are passing...grip the wheel can't read it sacrifice receiving the smell that's on my hands...hands, yeah and i listen for the voice inside my head, nothing, i'll do this one myself lay her down as priest does...should the lord be a-counting? will be in my honor, make it pain, painfully clear, uh huh promises are whispered in the age of darkness want to be enlightened like i want to be told the end...end, yeah and the barrel shakes aimed a-directly at my head oh help me, help me from myself and i listen from both sides of a friend, nothing, i'll do this one myself myself, myself... yeah yeah hey, na na na na hey that's something hey, na na na na hey that's something hey, na na na na hey that's something want it back, back to the left, yeah huh uh and i listen oh for the voice inside my head, nothing, i'll do this one myself oh, ah and the barrel waits, trigger shakes, aimed right at my head won't you help me? help me from myself, oh... hmm, state of love and trust and a... state of love and trust and a... state of love and trust and a... state of love and...yeah...woh woh woh |
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from Singles (클럽 싱글즈) by Paul Westerberg [ost] (1992)
Know me broken by my master
Teach thee on child of love hereafter Into the flood again Same old trip it was back then So I made a big mistake Try to see it once my way Drifting body it's sole desertion Flying not yet quite the notion Into the flood again Same old trip it was back then So I made a big mistake Try to see it once my way Into the flood again Same old trip it was back then So I made a big mistake Try to see it once my way Am I wrong? Have I run too far to get home? Have I gone? And left you here alone? If I would, could you? |
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from Paul Westerberg - 14 Songs (1993)
Play me what I want to hear
Don't make me have to come down there Forgot how to think and I don't wanna dance I wanna hear few minutes, few minutes, few minutes, of silence Few minutes, few minutes, few minutes, of silence It's me, I'm back for my request Cut me some slack and give it a rest Sex and money and violence I wanna hear few minutes, few minutes, few minutes, of silence Few minutes, few minutes, few minutes of silence Silence Silence You know the reason I'm listening for One more note and I'm out that door Is it too much to ask for my request Silence Few minutes few minutes few minutes of silence Few just a few few minutes come on come on just give me some silence Few just a few few minutes all I ever wanna hear is silence Few just a few few minutes few minutes of |
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from Paul Westerberg - 14 Songs (1993)
Two.
Beads of sweat glimmer to the ground Golden tears shimmer soft and round Throwing small shadows I catch those that fall at my feet Black-Eyed Susan dancing in the breeze See your slight body relax Soon your young veins will collapse Still throwing small shadows Catch those that fall at my feet Black-Eyed Susan dancing in the breeze Black-Eyed Susan dancing in the breeze Painted your curb, they know where to park Painted your face, can't find you in the dark Goodnight girl come on dance with me See the bright pearls sink in the sky of ebony Throwing small shadows I catch those that fall at my feet Black-Eyed Susan dancing in the breeze Black-Eyed Susan dancing in the breeze Throwing small shadows God knows you move with ease Throwing small shadows Catch those that fall at my feet Black-Eyed Susan dancing in the breeze Black-Eyed Susan dancing just for me Black-Eyed Susan dancing in the breeze Mmm just for me Mmm just for me |
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Dice behind your shades
Roll the dice behind your shades Everybody's trying to make you feel stupid And you know they're lyin' 'Cause their lips are moving Bet this one is twice your age Come on Roll the dice behind your shades Roll the dice behind your shades Safer way to be strange Roll the dice behind your shades The avant garde unlock the door You're takin' notes and nothing more A guy snaps your picture on roller blades Come on roll the dice behind your shades Roll the dice behind your shades Safest way to be strange Roll the dice behind your shades Take it to a higher place Where this world ain't in your face You and me, Carson McCullers Take it to a higher plane Take me where the action ain't Open windows Open shutters Bet this one is twice your age Ohhhh... The avante gardes unlock your cage And you're sick to death of the latest rage Afraid of love it always fades. Come on Roll the dice behind your shades |
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I'd love to turn you way way down
I've got to turn you way way down If I could only find your volume If I could only find your volume knob You're always up to no damn good Up to my neck in Hollywood I'd love to turn you way way on Only find your volume knob Keep it down down down love down Keep it down love I hear ya Keep it down love down down love Keep it down love I hear ya Oh yeah Beat me on the top Keep it down love down down down Keep it down love I hear ya Keep it down love down down love Keep it down love I hear ya When its free, is it all right if I left Don't ask me Love is deaf Love is deaf Love is deaf If I could only find your volume knob Love to turn turn you back down Keep it down love down down love Keep it down love I hear ya Keep it down love down down love Keep it down love I hear ya |
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from Paul Westerberg - 14 Songs (1993)
Beautiful flowers in your garden
But the most beautiful by far The one growing wild in the garbage dump Even here Even here we are Song of the bird lives in the sky But the most beautiful by far Scream of the man who never learned to fly Even here Even here we are Sun shines bright, it's a beautiful sight But the most beautiful by far Is the blind girl alone with the angel of the night Even here Even here we are |
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Do you remember me long ago
Used to wear my heart on my sleeve I guess it still shows We watched the sun fall down and I hop on my bike; still that night You're my first glimmer of light You were my. You was my first Glimmer of light And the leaves were burning up in the street I guess they tore that bridge out Where we used to meet And no one can see there You're my first glimmer of light You were my. You was my first glimmer of light Wore my jacket and I wore your sweater Underneath the bridge was an indian summer Purple mascara, safety pins kickin' the dirt Took off your jacket took off my sweater And we made a wish things would never be better Train whistle blew my wish won't come. Oh no. You were the first glimmer of light You was my first glimmer of light You're my first glimmer of light You was my first, You was my first Wore my jacket and I wore your sweater Underneath the bridge was an indian summer Purple mascara, safety pins God did it hurt Took off my jacket took off your sweater And we made a wish things would never be better Train whistle blew my wish came true. You was my first glimmer of light You was my first glimmer of light You was my first glimmer of light You was my first glimmer of light Oh baby now Yes you were Oh baby now Yes you were |
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from Paul Westerberg - 14 Songs (1993)
All right
You read common knowledge, stockpile your brain You get burned in the sun, you get wet in the rain What they teach you to fix, needs to be broke I say he who laughs first didn't get the joke Go on, untap your mind Quit knocking on mine An English teacher from Vancouver She asked me to write something for her students. I wrote knowledge adds, wisdom let slide She says now really? I wanna tap your mind Quit knockin' on mine Walkin on knockin' on mine Knowledge is power, got your books go read 'em Wisdom is ignorance; stupidity I call freedom Knockin' on mine Get out Comic books, the Bible, roadmaps, pornography Anything you wanna read Go out and sit in a field sometime Quit knockin' on mine (knockin' on mine) Quit knockin' on mine (knockin' on mine) ... power got your books go read 'em Wisdom is ignorance, stupidity, I call freedom Quit knockin' on mine (knockin' on mine) You read common knowledge every day. You're as common as that newspaper you throw away You get burned in the sun, you get wet in the rain Won't you ever change Won't you ever learn Quit knockin' on mine (knockin' on mine) Yes sir Quit knockin' on mine (knockin' on mine) Quit knockin' on mine (knockin' on mine) Knock knock knockin' on mine Knockin' on mine (knockin' on mine) Knock knock knockin' on mine Quit knocking on mine (knockin' on mine) Knock knock knockin' on mine Knock knock knockin' on mine |
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You look fine a little strange. been working out? losing weight?
You got that hunger and I can see You're looking younger than you're supposed to be One little nip, one little tuck ohhh you're looking hip You never never stop Chop chop mannequin shop The mannequin shop You look bitching you look taut I'm a itchin to know what was bought? Are those yours? Are those mine? Are they paid for? Its a lie. One little nip, one little tuck ohhh you're looking hip You never never stop Chop chop mannequin shop The mannequin shop You're looking great You're losing face You're looking fine My little Frankenstein Mannequin shop Chop chop mannequin shop You've got the face that you chose. Honey, can you spare a nose? You're looking great You're losing face You look fine a little strange. been working out? losing weight? Are those yours? Are those mine? Are they paid for? Its a lie. One little nip one little tuck ohhh you're looking hip Good enough to....... Mannequin shop Chop chop mannequin shop You're looking great You're losing face My little Frankenstein Mannequin shop Chop chop Mannequin shop |
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You don't blow like the breeze you were born to be
You die down in the trees and try to hide Will you witness the dark All you need is a spark A cathedral of torches to light the night On your mark here I am I'm your spark Runaway wind Run run away wind You trade your telescope for a keyhole Make way for the gray that's in your brown As dreams make way for plans See ya watch life from the stands Come on I'll help you burn 'em to the ground On your mark here I am I'm your spark Runaway wind He sees ya like a river Deep and silent And he runs to you like A shallow noisy stream I see what you've become and try to hide it You need someone who sees What you were born to be Here I am You don't. blow like the breeze You were born to be You don't know what to do with your life As day returns to dark Flame returns to spark Come on I feel I'm blowing out tonight I'm your spark here I am I'm your spark here I am I'm your spark here I am On your mark run away wind Watch you run Watch you run Watch you run |
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1-2-3-4
Road maps and bra staps 8 tracks and mud flaps I don't give a damn Cause I'm a free old man Pulled it right up Shoot her the shadey All that I want Is silver naked lady I sink and I swim Down the road again I ; I cook What you doing tonight Pulled it right up Pulled her nice caddie All that I want Is silver naked lady Lets please please please please Silver naked lady Road maps and bra staps 8 tracks and mud flaps Don't give a damn Cause I'm a free I'm a free I'm a free old man Pull her right here Put her nice caddie All that I want Is silver naked lady |
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I was smoking a roundie
Thank God you found me All by myself And then you bounced through the door like nobody else Hey you someone I once knew, sit your butt down Hey you someone I once knew, sit your butt down Watchin' my Japanese TV With my six string buddy I was barely tickin' And then you bounced through the door come alive and kickin' Hey you someone I once knew, sit your butt down Hey you someone I once knew, sit your butt down You got brains, all the way down You never changed I just never got past The ones you sit on Hey you someone I once knew, sit your butt down You got brains all the way down You've never changed I just never got past Your little rock |
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from Paul Westerberg - 14 Songs (1993)
You've gotta get something off of your chest
Well Something is me and let me guess Something always changes eventually Well something is me (something is me) Now something is me (something is me) Through the top of the porch, through the top of the wall Something went wrong, my name is Paul Something always happens eventually Well something is me (something is me) Something is me (something is me) Something something something something Something something something something Eventually Something is me (something is me) Woe is me (something is me) Something something something something Something something something something Whose suicide are you on? Take a left turn, you hop on my lawn Something's got to grow eventually I know something is me (something is me) Something is me (something is me) Something something something something Something something something something Gotta take something to make you feel good Something ain't me but I wish it could Finally find something to believe Something is me (something is me) Something is me (something is me) Something is me (something is me) |
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Things I wanna tell you
How you make me feel How you look to me And how good it feels Things I don't wanna tell you Every little thing's all right What I was before And where I was last night Always things All these things Always things Things I try to tell you but come out oh so wrong Seem to feel pretty good, seem to last pretty long Things I don't wanna tell you Now there ain't no doubt You lit a fire in me Can't seem to put out Always things All these things Things I long to tell you but I don't know how Things I don't wanna tell you but I have to now Packed my things Things I'm bound to tell you like that dress looks great on ya I could use some breathing room but I'm still in love with you Things I'd never tell you, down the line someday You'll be a song I sing, a thing I give away Pack my things today, I packed my things today |
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Well you look fantastic and you gassed the casket
At least the thing still runs This 9 to 5 bullshit don't let you forget Whose suicide you're on. I'm the one you trust in and the world owes you nothing You really, really want it that bad You gotta come get it It's your life, go live it 'Round the corner, give it some gas If you want it that bad Be a world class fad Remember leave a trail of crumbs If you want it that bad You're a world class fad Remember where you started from Don't be sad You're a world class fad You wax poetic about things pathetic As long as you look so cute Believe these hills are starting to roll Believe these stars are starting to shoot If you want it that bad Be a world class fad Remember leave a trail of crumbs If you want it that bad You're a world class fad Remember where you started from Don't be sad You're a world class fad And the pressures gonna build yeah Higher and higher Something's gotta move here Ain't knocking on wood You're foxin' the cove? Oh yeah. Don't be sad you're a world class fad Well you look fantastic in your cast-off casket At least the thing still flies I believe this road is starting to wind And where we're going, it's starting to hide If you want it that bad You're a world class fad Remember leave a trail of crumbs You want it that bad Be a world class fad Remember where you started from If you want it that bad A world class fad If you want it that bad You're a world class fad Don't be sad You're a world class fad Don't be s |
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It ain't no big deal that,I feel you are layin' him
I see you lain against the floor It ain't nobody's business Who you see or who you kiss I feel you breathing in the hall *It's okay, Stained and not for fun I won't stain your blood I won't stain love *Repeat Got an eye for an exit And an ear that just begs to I hear does anybody here think you're great Forever they ignore us Not the guys that only bores us Together we're gonna love everything that they hate *Repeat I don't care If she's right Cross my heart Hope to die Is it love? They're gonna talk about us They're gonna stare when we walk by They're gonna talk about us For the first time in our lives *Repeat Is it love? Is it love? |
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from Friends (프렌즈) [ost] (1995)
*Sunshine go away today
Don't feel much like dancing Some man's gone he's trying to run my life Don't know what he's asking He tells me I better get in line I can't hear what he's saying When I grow up I'm gonna make him mine Please help dude I'm in pain **How much does it cost ? I'll buy it The time is all we lost I'll try it He can't even run his own life Be damned if he'll run mine Sunshine *Repeat When working starts to make me wonder to wear The feats are what I do, I'm going He says in love and war all is fair He's got cards he ain't showing **Repeat He can't even run his own life Be damned if he'll run mine Sunshine Sunshine go away today I can't feel much like singing And this old world, she's gonna turn around The brand new bells will be a-ringing |
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from Paul Westerberg - Eventually (1996)
You've got call waiting
It's irritating me to no end I take a shot Your hall of fame is Littered with famous Women and men You've got 'em all on your wall Except the last of a dying breed |
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from Paul Westerberg - Eventually (1996)
Big hands on a clock
Little hands covered in chalk Red lines blue lines Sometimes sometimes Angels walk Giant steps take two Tiny eyes in a shoe Make bows of halos And take those wings off Angels walk Fly beside me Hold my breath Deep inside me I'll meet you round the block Sometimes next time angels walk Angels walk |
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from Paul Westerberg - Eventually (1996)
Yeah...
Well I bit off more than I could chew I sucked awhile and spit it out You met me once now who are you You met me twice who am I to doubt Built to please and raised to rock Construction starts here on this block Millenium has come at last My one horse town is made of glass |
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from Paul Westerberg - Eventually (1996)
Good day doesn't have to be a Friday
Doesn't need to be your birthday The next one then you won't survive Sing along hold my life A good day is any day that you're alive Yes a good day is any day that you're alive Asked me mmmm, you had to ask me In the dreams you tell me Tell them only you were tired Sing along hold my life A good day is any day that you're alive Yeah, a good day is any day that you're alive A bad day comes every once in awhile your body says Fourteen hundred shooting stars and (every time?) A bad day comes every once in your body life Goodbye Hold my life one last time A good day is any day that you're alive Yes a good day is any day that you're alive Yes a good day is any day that you're alive These are the days |
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from Paul Westerberg - Eventually (1996)
Is that you peeking out from that hat
Hide and seeking behind a drink that's gone flat Is that you peeking out from your tree Hide and seeking from everyone here but me Your hands are shaking and I know what they did Hide and seeking they never found you as a kid Your branch is breaking You'll find another downtown Hide and seeking Coming crashing to the ground Hide and seeking for children baby Now it's hid and sought Another week and you'll see yours maybe They treat you like some kinda outlaw Black night is falling this is the blues you see Hide and seeking father son and holy me You speak in parables You're looking terrible tonight Hide and seeking I wonder if you need a light I wonder if you need a light I wonder if you need a light Hide and seeking pa Hide and seeking ma |
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from Paul Westerberg - Eventually (1996)
They were gonna meet
On a Rocky Mountain street Two bashful hearts beat in advance Their hands were gonna sweat It was all set She ain't showed up yet Still a good chance |
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from Paul Westerberg - Eventually (1996)
I stay in every night of the week
They try but I won't speak To be my friends You'll see me once I'm on the mend |
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from Paul Westerberg - Eventually (1996)
I spend my time in cottonwood looking for a sign
Sitting by myself and I'm running out of time Listen to the wind talking just to me Listen now can't you see [ |
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from Paul Westerberg - Eventually (1996)
Time flies tomorrow
But it ain't made a move yet Time flies tomorrow And tomorrow will make a day since we've met Your heart sings a feeling It don't ache but baby its gonna Swing from the ceiling Break like a pinata Break like a whitecap In the sand you shiver With eyes like two hubcaps At the bottom of the river Time flies tomorrow But it ain't made a move yet Time flies tomorrow And tomorrow will make a day since we've met Your hands are like an ovation An uncertain work of art I sometimes grow impatient Gonna tear me apart Ain't no time for crying As you stand and deliver All my thoughts of dying Are silenced by your river Time flies tomorrow And time flies since we met Time flies tomorrow (and tomorrow isn't here) Yeah, time flies since we met |
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from Paul Westerberg - Eventually (1996)
Good substitute for inspiration
Prostitutes and perspiration Look don't touch I think you ought to show me Exactly what don't you want to be Here that much Fast jump Everybody shouting Come together Fast jump Everybody punch up the air Fast jump Everybody bummer Here comes a sucker Fast jump When you gonna blow Up a square New wave kiss in Susie's eyes Pass me one of them lover's smiles Look don't (hump?) I pin the tail on Demi Moore Ring around the donkey core You got skunked Fast jump Everybody clamor Come together Fast jump Everybody going Don't you howl Fast jump You and you and your momma Comes a sucker I swear to god I hear something about the Unabomber |
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from Paul Westerberg - Eventually (1996)
I had it with the friend who uses me
To open doors like I was a skeleton key I had it with everyone, had it with anyone I ever knew You've had it with you You need someone to fall in love, need someone to fall in love Any anyone will do You've had it with you Like Catherine the Great underneath a big horse Your sexual preference is me of course I get away with murder and I promise not to hurt her If I have to shoot If I have to shoot Had it with you Had it with your shoes.. Had it with you baby and your star-cheap car I'm fading faster than a UK pop star I've had it with everyone, everyone I ever knew well I do I've had it with everyone, everyone I ever knew well I do You had it with your neighbors, had it with your clothes You had it with your records... You had it with your friend, had it with your shoes, You had it, goddammit! You've had it with you! And you've had it with me too... |
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from I Am Sam (아이 엠 샘) [ost] (2002)
He's a real nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land, Making all his nowhere plans for nobody. Doesn't have a point of view, Knows not where he's going to, Isn't he a bit like you and me? Nowhere Man, please listen, You don't know what you're missing, Nowhere Man, the world is at your command. He's as blind as he can be, Just sees what he wants to see, Nowhere Man can you see me at all? Doesn't have a point of view, Knows not where he's going to, Isn't he a bit like you and me? Nowhere Man, don't worry, Take your time, don't hurry, Leave it all till somebody else lend you a hand. He's a real Nowhere Man, Sitting in his Nowhere Land, Making all his nowhere plans for nobody. |
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from Paul Westerberg - Stereo (2002)
Baby learns to crawl
Watching daddy's skin Learns to fall Get up again Baby learns to cry Watching mama's smile In the mirror Can you hear her Baby learns to swear With your hair Learns to love Watching TV Baby learns to cope with What she sees In the mirror Don't go near her Baby learns to hide Down on your knees Learns to pray when Somebody sneezes Baby don't you say you love me In the mirror One last crushing blow The final crashing bore And it's always time to go As you're inching to the door (Let's go) Baby learns to live Watching daddy's life Baby learns to give Everything away Baby learns to cry It's all right In the mirror Baby learn to crawl Watching daddy's skin Baby learns to crawl Watching daddy's skin |
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from Paul Westerberg - Stereo (2002)
Our coffee laughs at us every morning
We always laugh at the choices we've made And ask ourselves How did it get so early We're boring enormous Will they inform us That up close we still look afraid Boring enormous, it isn't for us to say No longer in a hurry to get anywhere Still don't care for your destination No longer lead, you just let things happen Boring enormous Will you inform us? Just when and where you might run Boring enormous, it ain't for every one Here with my headache and cigars My love for you is finally scarred Moving vans and swollen hands Leave their mark I pledge allegiance to the sky Above the only place I lie anymore Faucet's been dripping for a year and half Both of us tripping outside to play One thing I love I can no longer stand Boring enormous Please just ignore us Cause up close we're still far away Boring enormous Please just ignore us Cause up close we look far away Boring enormous It isn't for us to say |
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from Paul Westerberg - Stereo (2002)
As long as my veins are
Flowing with blood Sure as the rain turns The dirt into mud Dirt into mud As long as there's blood In my veins I will search Sure as the sun turns The mud into dirt I'm gonna hurt And they say a man in pain Be well prepared to die They say a man who hurts Won't even try How long does it take For pain to change from hurt As long as the sun turns the mud back to dirt How long will it take? For the dirt to change with rain How long will this hurt Choose to stay As long as my veins are Flowing with blood Sure as the rain turns The mud back to dirt |
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from Paul Westerberg - Stereo (2002)
He's got your number
Knows where you'll be found But he don't know everything Still, he's got you down Like Christopher Columbus In a world that's flat He don't know everything Try telling you that Or Harry Houdini He's escaped your grasp That one is hard to hold Try telling you that And he's got your number Knows where you'll be found But he don't know everything Still, he's got you down He's got you down, baby He knows you like the back of his hand Like Rudolph Valentino The great lover of your life Been awhile since you seen him, though I'm sure he's not with his wife And he's got your number Knows where you'll be found But he don't know nothing Still, he's got you down And he's got your number And he's got you down He don't know nothing girl He's got you down |
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from Paul Westerberg - Stereo (2002)
The good times hide
And so do I Out of my control I dig a hole I'm gonna let the bad times roll I'm gonna let the bad times roll If that's all the time That you got Then I'd rather not Waste my life on hold I'm gonna let the bad times roll I'm gonna let the bad times roll Just add water I'm disappointed Just like my father I miss the point I need someone Not infection Just add water I'm disappointed The good times hide So will I Watch the world roll by From my hole I'm gonna let the bad times roll I'm gonna let the bad times roll |
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from Paul Westerberg - Stereo (2002)
Mr. Rabbit, Mr. Rabbit
Your coat is mighty gray Yes, bless God, it's made that way Every little soul must shine Every little soul must shine Mr. Rabbit, Mr. Rabbit Your ears are mighty long Yes, by God, they're put on wrong Every little soul must shine Every little soul must shine Mr. Rabbit, Mr. Rabbit Your ears are mighty thin Yes, bless God, they're splitting the wind Every little soul must shine Every little soul must shine Every little soul must shine Every little soul must shine Mr. Rabbit, Mr. Rabbit Your eyes are mighty red Yes, bless God, I'm almost dead Every little soul must shine Every little soul must shine |
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from Paul Westerberg - Stereo (2002)
Nobody claims to
See it coming Nobody blames you Can't help thinking A marriage license A job was waiting By your mid-30's You feel unholy No place for you To be a girl No place for you They closed your world No place for you To live and grow No place for you That I know Approaching mirrors Waiting tables Fix your lipstick Don't disappoint those Who have nothing to do this evening No day is safe from thoughts of you leaving No place for you To be a girl No place for you They closed your world No place for you To live and grow No place for you of That I know Just add water Someone's done for I'm getting nervous, there goes one more Just add water Someone's done for I'm getting nervous, there goes one more No day is safe from thoughts of you leaving Marriage license Can't help thinking It's all for nothing You're so unholy Up in the stars now She's getting lonely No place for you To be a girl No place for you They closed your world No place for you To be a girl No place for you They closed your world To live and grow No place for you of That I know |
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from Paul Westerberg - Stereo (2002)
There's a world in between
Being everything To everyone And being nothing To no one There's a world in between Giving life to a dream Giving hope Giving love Giving some And giving nothing To no one A world of extreme reflection Hear his scream for affection There's a world in between Being everything to everyone And being nothing To no one I am a button to sew on |
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from Paul Westerberg - Stereo (2002)
Call me when your arms are empty
That's the only way it can be Call me when you're full of pretty lies Call me when your eyes are empty And open all night You lied enough Open wide enough To drive a truck straight through Only lie worth telling Is I'm in love with you Only lie worth telling Is I'm in love with you Call me when you think you're leavin' Hope you know you're not deceiving Me again just like you think you should Call me when your arms are empty And open all night You lied enough Open wide enough To drive a truck straight through Only lie worth telling Is I'm in love with you Only lie worth telling Is i'm in love with you if you need someone to tell everything you've done then lie to me i'm the one who can attempt to be your friend if you need someone to tell everything you've done then lie to me i'm the one who can still pretend call me when your eyes are empty and open all night you lied enough open wide enough to drive a truck straight like a knife only lie worth telling is i'm in love with you i'm the only lie worth telling i'm in love with you only lie worth telling i'm the only lie worth telling |
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from Paul Westerberg - Stereo (2002)
I wanna know
I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know Was the garage your playground? Your pool a hose Did you piss in the alley? & Get your toes caught In the spokes of a bike with a banana seat Did you carry a knife that was rusted shut tight? You got drunk after church at 13 We may well be the ones To set this world on its ear We may well be the ones If not, then why are we here I wanna know, I wanna know The sweet smell of candles burnt low by young women Alone on their own for the very first time Under posters of rock stars that you vaguely resemble In front of a cat a responding "Perhaps" Means that you'll be the next one in line We may well be the ones To set this world on its ear We may well be the ones If not then why are we here Why the hell then are we here I wanna know, I wanna know You may well be the next one Someone sell me a handgun Goodbye Ma, I'm done for It's the law tell me what for I wanna know, I wanna know Smoke cigarette butts From your brother's green helmet He wore in that war once Where everyone lost And they taught him to pour coffee and napalm And traded his storm for an intense calm That just won't let him be We may well be the ones To set this world on its ear We may well get it done Why the hell else are we here? We may well be the ones To set this world on its ear We may well be the ones If not then why are we here If not then why are we here We may well be the ones |
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from Paul Westerberg - Suicaine Gratification (2003)
Who here in the crew
Was he talking to He was laughing and smoking Who here in the crew Was he talking to What words were spoken I shot an actor at the street It was my debut at directing We nailed him in the hands and feet Last seen he was in his trailer resting Who here in the crew Was he talking to What was he saying Who here in the crew Was spoken to Was he smoking and laughing I shot an actor in the street Mmm mmmm mmmmm I shot an actor in the street Last seen he was in his trailer resting I need a retake on that scene Keep looking for him I need his blessing |
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from Paul Westerberg - Suicaine Gratification (2003)
I'm the best thing
That never happened I'm the best thing You never had You're the best thing that never happened that never happened It's really too bad And I was the last thing that you ever wanted I'm the best thing You never had You were the first one To turn me on To turn me on fast To turn me down flat Cause I was the last thing That you ever wanted Still the best thing you never had Now you don't know What you're missing You'll never know what you had You'll never know what you're missing oh yeah I was the best thing That never happened The best thing you never had You want the pick of the litter Don't go away bitter Now I wouldn't do that I was the last thing That you ever wanted The best thing You'll never have And I'm the best thing that never happened The best thing You'll never have The best thing You'll never have |
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from Paul Westerberg - Suicaine Gratification (2003)
Father left
You were crushed Like the petals of a flower Between the pages of a novel A long forgotten bookmark The end of a sad chapter When he left her she read no more And so left all trust Of any man that wants you To dress in black plastic Or sing with your eyes only As though you were autistic Whisper diamonds and insolence Enter misadventure Neither tawdry or resplendent In clothes that hide your figure She was daddy's little sparrow He was a dirty picture window Mister Inappropriate Who washes his hands after He things someone is watching Too restless for education Craves only entertainment And to this day There is no one you trust Father left your mom They say you were crushed Like the petals of a flower Between pages of a novel A long forgotten bookmark |
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from Paul Westerberg - Suicaine Gratification (2003)
When the lonliest eyes
And the emptiest arms Finally decide to meet With a head in a lap And a tongue tied in knots Then the lonliest eyes Try and speak You were born for me Beautiful and blue I could die here with you For a couple of nights You could say you're my wife You could stay or run away if you please The heaviest head and the emptiest hands You'll be safe in the light When we kiss When we breathe You were born for me Beautiful and blue I could die here with you You were born for me Beautiful and blue Stay here with you I can't bear it I can't share it With anybody in my little world I can't hide it I'll never find it With another girl When we kiss When we breathe You were born for me Beautiful and blue I could die here with you I can't bear to Try and share you Well, I'm the one to talk You're the one that's free When you forget me Then you'll let me Fade away... You'll always be Born for me Beautiful and blue I could die here with you You were born for me Beautiful and blue I could die here with you |
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from Paul Westerberg - Suicaine Gratification (2003)
All of the sun
That New York will allow Is taking one last bow and left Let's throw this night to the fuckin' wind Don't ever want to hear These words again If only we had I wish we did You're my latest last chance My final hurrah This day went so fast I barely even saw you Clap your hands And stamp your skinny wrists Cross me off your list in the sand And throw this night to the fuckin' wind I don't ever want to hear These words again If only we had I wish we did You're my latest last chance My final hurrah This day went so fast I barely even saw you writhe You barely even saw me cry I barely even saw you You're my latest last chance My final hurrah This day went so fast My final hurrah In your black satin pants My final hurrah My final hurrah My final hurrah My final hurrah |
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from Paul Westerberg - Suicaine Gratification (2003)
I've been bought
It's quite a scandal Just got out alive I gave 'em all That they could handle Then I took a dive So take a chair And make it snappy Tryin' to lose these jerks Say a prayer and make it simple It's the only kind that works On the outskirts Of the sundown I feel like Billy the Kid Don't know where I'll go or run now Like I ever did Is this where I belong Hurry up, quick And you can come along We ain't got time for you To grab your stuff What's flowing through our veins Is good enough I'm the fugitve kind You better make up your mind I can't wait You can run-run-run-run away with me But never from your fate You can run-run-run-run away with me But never from your fate I've got strange and grandiose ideas I never know or care What day it is We can write down our dreams and hide 'em under the bed And walk down the street with lightbulbs on our head I'm the fugitve kind You better make up your mind I can't wait You can run-run-run-run away with me But never from your fate You can run-run-run-run away with me But never from your fate I stood alone on that stage Just like a stone on a grave You could be my lover I'd make you laugh Or just another epitath I'm a bad idea whose time has come And I'll never forget Where I started from I'm the fugitve kind You better make up your mind I can't wait You can run-run-run-run away with me But never from your fate You can run-run-run-run away with me But never from your fate You can run-run-run-run away with me But never from you |
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from Paul Westerberg - Suicaine Gratification (2003)
Get up from a dream
and I look for rain Take an amphetamine and a crushed rat's brain How am I feelin Better I suppose How am I lookin I don't want the truth What am I doin I ain't in my youth I'm past my prime Or was that just a pose It a wonderful lie and I still get by on those I've been accused of never opening up You get too close Then I keep my mouth shut I'm gonna run to the wind Where the big bad city blows It a wonderful lie and I still get by on those It a wonderful lie and I still get by on those You can dress to the eights You can dress to maim It'll make you feel great This fortune and fame Wearing too much makeup Not near enough clothes It a wonderful lie and I still get by on those It a wonderful lie and I still get by on those So don't pin your hopes Or pin your dreams To misanthropes or guys like me The truth is overrated I suppose It a wonderful lie and I still get by on those It a wonderful lie and I still get by... |
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from Paul Westerberg - Suicaine Gratification (2003)
The one who loves you most
Is giving up the ghost And taking to the stage Like a stone on a grave Yeah I think of her Every once in awhile Every once in awhile Forever I'm lookin' out forever now I love you now forever now I love you now forever now yeah I'm lookin' out forever now I'm lookin' out forever now I'm lookin' out forever now yeah I love you now forever now I love you now forever now I love you now forever now yeah I'm lookin' out forever now I love you now forever now yeah Ain't nothing else I can say Nothin' left to give her Abandon the wind I'm a bend in the river Standing by the bank They're calling me across Think of me sometimes When the river flows because I'm lookin' out forever now I love you now forever now I love you now forever now yeah God I know I'm going home God I don't belong Taste me in his kisses Waste me in my prime R eplace me with another Think of me some time |
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from Paul Westerberg - Suicaine Gratification (2003)
Cheekbones and hormones
Your only self-defense Lying through dinner And your rock and roll teeth again You've harbored a coward Fed him full of broth This nocturnal sadness Leave you pale as this tablecloth Careful don't you spill your dinner That would be a good defense Then you wouldn't have to sit here On the fence Cheekbones and hormones He's the accidental man Tell you in a stage whisper about the boy who cried benefit As the poet drags the darkness Within him to the light It's only in self-defense That they drag you out into the night Careful don't you spill your dinner That would be your best defense Careful what you wish for An idiot and a genius Standing up to dine Breaking manmade laws Cause I only follow those that are divine And only when you're chased Do you ever run fast And it's wrong to commit a suicide It's only in self-defense |
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from Paul Westerberg - Suicaine Gratification (2003)
Talking to myself again
My sentences ramble at great length And I believe I have just started To bore the only guy who's listening And the sunset And the lampshade And the TV and the bed But the sunrise always listens The sunrise always listens Somtimes she even finishes My sentences And I don't need a skywriter To make graffiti in your sky Your world is a ballon to me I'll poke a hole And see what's inside I bored a sunset And a lampshade And a TV then a bed But a sunrise always listens Yes sometimes she'll even finish My sentences Like I want her (back) yeah And she starts to laugh And throws back her golden head Talking to myself again My sentences ramble my sentiment I believe I've started To go out of my head And there's no one here To hear just what I've said But the sunrise always listens Yeah the sunrise always listens Yeah the sunrise even finishes My sentences Yeah the sunrise always listens |
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from Paul Westerberg - Suicaine Gratification (2003)
People swear opposities attract
I don't care about that Is it fiction or fact We're identically sad We're got tears rolling up our sleeves Nobody here's putting us at ease Is it fiction or fact We're identically sadv Never a moon on water shone You do here We're got tears rolling up our sleeves We're got tears rolling up our sleeves Pregnant for minutes And bored for hours not soon enough He'll be ours Is it fiction or fact We're identically sad To be with him for just one night would you throw away your whole damn life Never a moon on waterworks Just you and me We're got tears rolling up our sleeves |
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from Paul Westerberg - Suicaine Gratification (2003)
Whatever makes you happy
Is exactly what you will wear I wouldn't dream of changing you For a minute or in a year Whatever makes you happy Is exactly how you will stay Whatever makes you happy is okay Whatever made you hungry Is the one thing you have found You're starving for affection I guess sex just lets you down Whatever made you turn away It's a shame it made you late For whatever makes you happy I don't care let it rain You make me nervous You make me jealous You make me wonder when you lie You make me want to vomit And I promise I want you 'til the day I die Whatever makes you famous Ain't contagious Please don't run You're falling down a stairwell Calling farewell anyone Whatever makes you lonesome It's the same that sets you free Now whatever makes you happy I'm pretty sure isn't me Whatever makes you happy baby I could make you happy baby |
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from Paul Westerberg - The Resterberg (2005)
He gets up in the darkness
And he calls out, "Where am I?" He looks down from the heavens And he's tired of the sky Five hundred lonely years ago He shone blue and bright And it's killing him to know That you're seeing it tonight In his room no one blesses He undresses his award To the moon he confesses, "I'm going down there for sure" A star is bored He's dreaming in the valley And he's shaking in the stream He's shining in the alley And they're kissing his golden feet They ask him, "Are you famous?" "You've answered that, you know" They tell him he looks nervous He says, "You look too close" And the place where he's staying Shoves his dinner in the hall The number that he's dialing He'll really wanna call He gets down and starts praying Like they taught him, to the wall, "Oh, Lord" A star is bored. |
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from Paul Westerberg - The Resterberg (2005)
King and queen
Full and twin Leave the key It’s time to move again Brand new lease New set of locks This end up Ten city blocks I gave it up for a room in a box And I gave all that I had It’s taken some bad times to show me I gave all that I had It’s taken some bad times to show me I’m doing fine I’m doing fine Life is simple or it’s impossible You always half empty You ain’t never half full (even though? even now?) Me and yesterday hopped on a track I swear to God neither of us ever coming back And I gave all that I had It’s taken some bad times to show me I gave all that I had It’s taken some bad times to show me I’m doing fine I’m doing fine And I gave all that I can Every time Didn’t follow my dreams I lost the map I live my fantasy instead Till I found it was a trap Gave a life, got a living Hey that’s all right All is forgiven I gave all that I had It’s taken some bad times to show me I gave all that I had It’s taken some bad times to show me I gave all that I had It’s taken some bad times to show me I gave all that I had It’s taken some bad times to show me |
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from Paul Westerberg - The Resterberg (2005)
I said a-hey hey hey now baby(hey hey hey now baby)
Do you know it? It was a dog not a lady I reckon I don't stand for any more of it I'll bite his hand next time he beckons "C'mon c'mon c'mon little bitch" "C'mon c'mon c'mon little bitch" A woman's place ain't in the house But that joker ain't learned it yet Slap the taste right out of his mouth "C'mon c'mon, c'mon little bitch" "C'mon c'mon, c'mon little bitch" That guy's an old-fashioned ho He's out running wild But that shit don't fly no more "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon little child "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon little child "C'mon c'mon c'mon Let's give a little pride I said a-hey hey hey now baby (a-hey hey hey now baby) I said a-hey hey hey (hey hey hey) His steel empire has not fallen He's conquered you, now ain't that rich I'm out and shouting next time he starts calling "C'mon,c'mon,c'mon little bitch" "C'mon c'mon c'mon little bitch" C'mon c'mon c'mon little bitch (I'll treat you good) C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon (and with respect) C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon (now that's the least) C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon (you can expect) C'mon c'mon c'mon |
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from Paul Westerberg - The Resterberg (2005)
a lot of na na na's
You're shooting glances and they're so hard to read I misconstrue what you mean Slip me a napkin, and now that's a start Is this your name or a doctor's eye chart? I try to comprehend you, I got a dyslexic heart. I ain't dying to offend you, I got a dyslexic heart. Thanks for the book, now my table is steady It's a library or a bar Between the covers I judge you as ready Half-angel, half-tart I try to comprehend you, I got a dyslexic heart. I ain't dying to offend you, I got a dyslexic heart. Do I read you correctly? You need me directly Help me with this part Do I date you do I hate you do I got a dyslexic heart? You keep swayin' What are you sayin'? Think about stayin' Are you just playin', making passes Well my heart could use some glasses.... (some na na na's) Are you stayin'? What are you savin'? Or are you swayin'? Just playing, making passes Well my heart could use some glasses... I try to comprehend you, I got a dyslexic heart Do I read you correctly? I need you directly. Help me with this part. Do I love you do I hate you, I got a dyslexic heart The song s away with lots of na na na's |
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from Paul Westerberg - The Resterberg (2005)
Men without ties don't dress for dinner
It's Friday night frozen pizza thing Don't want no wife or no beginner Friday night frozen, pizza king Everything you buy is soon expired Some neighbors they're a-thinking that you're gay Others they assume that you've been fired See you smoking cigarettes all day Well, men without ties don't dress for dinner Do the Friday night frozen, pizza thing Well I don't want no wife or no beginner You're the Friday night frozen, pizza king On Saturday they won't catch you in your yard You're dreaming of tonight's fine cuisine With a microwave and a library card It'll taste like plastic, but it'll be faster Ha, sing it Men without ties don't dress for dinner Do the Friday night frozen pizza thing Well I don't want no wife or no beginner You're the Friday night frozen pizza king Men without ties, it's about time Men without ties don't dress for dinner Do the Friday night frozen pizza thing Well I don't want no wife or no beginner You're the Friday night frozen pizza king Men without ties don't dress for dinner Men without ties don't need a thing Don't want no wife, show to cut by Men without ties, men without ties Men without ties, men without ties Men without ties, men without ties Men without ties, men without ties |
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from Paul Westerberg - The Resterberg (2005)
I stay in every night of the week
They try but I won't speak To be my friends You'll see me once I'm on the mend |
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from Paul Westerberg - The Resterberg (2005)
In my dreams, I'm seein her
In his genes/jeans, I'm seein her Yeah, it's true, makin' love to you I'm seein her Everything about her, I like everything about her, I like everything about her Seein her In headlight beams, I'm seein her In my dreams, I'm seein her Shadows she throws--and no one knows I'm seein her He doesn't want you to share He wants to play Romeo and Juliet? I'll play Peter Pan [Perrett?]! Owed you the truth, and so I swear it Yeah I want you too and I just can't bear it Better soon, I'm seein her In the afternoon, I'm seein her It's funny, it's true--I'll be seeing you I'm seein her I can't believe it's her Seein her |
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from Paul Westerberg - The Resterberg (2005)
It ain't no big deal that,
I feel you are layin' him I see you lain against the floor It ain't nobody's business Who you see or who you kiss I feel you breathing in the hall It's okay, Stained and not for fun I won't stain your blood I won't stain love ( ) Got an eye for an exit And an ear that just begs to I hear does anybody here think you're great Forever they ignore us Not the guys that only bores us Together we're gonna love everything that they hate I don't care If she's right Cross my heart Hope to die Is it love? They're gonna talk about us They're gonna stare when we walk by They're gonna talk about us For the first time in our lives Is it love? Is it love? |
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