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from Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995)
stopped again, thought I recognized it, hear that? There it goes right =
now, like a whisper I'm imagining, but now it's screaming... inside my = head. Can you hear it? Can you hear it? Ignorance personified. Can you = hear it? Can you hear it? You try to bite your words, but they keep = forming in your mouth, and they are libelous hottly popping out, I am = beyond hte cutting range of your dull mind and jagged tongue, and this = you cannot stand. You cannot stand. Can you hear it? Can you hear it? = Ignorance personified. Can you hear it? Can you hear it now? You better = listen to yourself, can you hear it? Can you hear it now? Follow me all = the way home, but you haven't got the guts to come in too close, follow = me all the way home, you just want a chance to show how little you = really know Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995)
I'm an honest woman, a representation of the state of mutual confusion =
within the confines of love, heavy lidded darling embedding in my arms, = I'll take a kiss to settle payment like a song for the gods. Does your = undying devotion only last 'til I'm out the door? Can I keep my fingers = away from a sore? Does your undying devotion only last 'til I'm out the = door? I can't keep my fingers away from a sore. Happy to include you in = my esapes, we're the first to intrude and the last ones to leave, never = assume that we came with someone that you know, we'll go through every = drawer, and throw the contents to the wind. Am I risking complicity? = Right here, right where I want to be? Is this absurdity? To trust you so = implicitly, losing my complacency, you would be the end of me, oh well = well you're well worth it, I've never got the nerve to do it, happy to = include you. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995)
Here I am still intact, and I should give myself credit for that, but I =
have cast a stone deep into my throat, I squat on land my feet won't = reach, the smell of blood and bile and bleach, I need a square foot and = a rope. We can weave, we can unravel, we keep on sleeping right through = our travels, we can weave, we can unravel, take our confusion to a much = lighter level. Spit it up and hand it over to yet another child of = squallor, pallid wheezing lost all her color, her dark circles getting = darker, he crossed her palm, but nothing seems to wake her from her = shitty dreams, now she's become just one more helpless package of doom. = The city looks especially vindictive tonight, that hitchhiker looks like = he's headed home to murder his wife, well it's a proven fact they don't = respond to every call for help in time, so there she stays, poor little = girl, lying on the floor of a dirty bathroom, no folks there's no = device, no box of gods to descend and take this tragedy, tie up all the = loose ends. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995)
In no condition for your retribution are we rehearsing? The pain =
dispersing, verdict repeated, no words needed, have I been mislead? = Alone apprehended. Leave me suspended, leave me unpended, leave me = suspended, so unprotected, pull gently upward, hoisted and tethered, = unseen and unheard so detected. Punishment fitting, I'm lifting and = lifting, no more aquittal, severe yet so simple, play your vendetta, a = weightless sonata, ascension getting, an act I am regretting. From here = you look so small, I'm swinging free but I won't fall, lights and drapes = hang with me, how can you just turn and leave? Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995)
One laydown machine Burned a road Right through the prairie Stream of boiling ash Painted up with perfect lines Discount labor packing Each lane Bargain basement homes Sewn to the road Slipshod directions Do not explain I got these shoes for nothing And they have lasted me forever Searching up and down the lost highway I can read the grid I have memorized the key Counting every inch From C-4 to J-3 I can think in scale 'Cause I know it ain't On my map Scraping off the typeset Dig into the atlas Well they can paint it up Make it appear to go somewhere Well they can paint it up But I know where it doesn't lead |
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from Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995)
If I'd fit in the windowsill I'd plant myself in your direction, I would =
use the sun's energy to make this place destination. How dare I hate = this space I occupy, I'm left to my devices, turning to light I'm = waiting for the cue, to beckon to the shoot, and break the crust upon = the soil. Lack of light the iris expands, my eyes abosorb a power coming = from behind my dim room, in my den amber and damp, as if lit by faith = alone, I've been more faithful than you know. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995)
You can hear the sound of each little town, 'cause they all sing, every =
mile a town pops up, full of pride for this country, and now a shroud = appears on the horizon, wish I could blink and miss this one as well. = What could be worse? What could be further from home? Dumb little world, = dizzy & spitting up blood. Can't live here there's nothing I recognize, = I keep looking, reference points are hard to find when each home looks = just the same, but I can hear the anthem playing, that sound will drive = me further away. I won't buy into it, this bad deal, not so much as a = dime for my homeland, this place is so wrapped up in itself, playing the = theme song to my expatriaton. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995)
Hold a beverage and a ruined reflection, underestimated my trajection, a =
single pane is all that separates us, thank goodness that the glass is = gracious. How can this shattered vessel hold up under such close = scrutiny, cruel light is cracking every mirror that ever flattened my = variety. I'm the fairest in a land of fragments, target window stained = with time's advancement, I'll hold the note so high, or tie it to a = brick and let it fly. You set up a brand new sheet of see through, a = double thickness will just break twice, cold air rushing in, through the = fracture we saw the flaw in the glare. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995)
I got tired of the same old face, so I quit looking in the mirror, such =
a sight, here's a brand new girl with eyes that are clearer, the older = model never saw things quite right. Lips tits hips, right down to the = fingertips, ten shades of beautiful for every disorder, lips tits hips, = right down to the fingertips, just a hint of my misfortune. My make-over = commence, candy coated lips can coach me right along, no mess, no fuss, = prefectly natch, I hope I learn what makes me look at things all wrong. = I'd say she was a man's girls, translucent with a bit of shine, I'd say = she's a bad idea, conditions as it deadens your mind. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995)
Almost to the point where in the past I've given up, but this time =
something keeps on telling me I've got to go on, so now I will try to = get the lead out of my blood and lose the paralyzing lies, that shower = from above. I must strengthen my constitution, I must gather my resolve, = I've got to muster every ounce of my resistance. Self inflicted doom has = left me open and exposed, to every sickness, every fallacy that's going = around, I will not succumb to the belief that others hold that there is = no defense against infection, as I've been told. We're tolerant to the = wrongs, dealt out with regularity, our toxic level is drawn from sheer = lack of humanity. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995)
The harder I struggle, the tighter you grip, but don't need to tell you, =
that's the way I want it, I'm easy to follow, you're easy to spot, I bet = I can shake you off, but I gotta want it. What good are the times that I = catch you alone? It took eternity and I forgot what I wanted, what good = are the times that I take you to task? You get me distracted and I = forget that I'm mad. I'm up on the counter, you're down on the floor, = the kitchen is dirty, pots and pans are flying, no food in the cupboard, = a knock on the door, let's give it a rest now, buy a beer at the corner = store. I'm going to bed now dear but you still want more, and every = single word you say I've heard before, oh, you're an angel when you're = in recline, and like an anxious fist my lullabye works fine. Lullabye = and goodnight, ain't that a great song? You're an angel in recline, = please go to bed dear, please go to bed dear, please. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - 'Til It Kills (1995)
I guess sometimes I'm lucky when I go, for whole days at a time without =
thinking about you, and ask myself why, but then I find I'm traveling, = traveling down, that same old piece of road and wind up down by the = water. Whatever happened to our walls on the pier? I cry myself alone = all the way down to the end, I drink my bottle dry and heave it across = the bay, to the city, smashin' outside your door. Oh now there goes the = Romeo, hand in hand with his punk rock Juliet, they remind me of two = people I'm trying to forget, I can hear their sweet nothings on the = wind, as I hurry to get by, diverting my gaze, to the Oakland Bay = Bridge. (Could that be you honey, way over on that side? Flashin' a = signal to me, down by Pier 39, 'cause if I only knew, I'd jump in that = water and swim right across, drowning in my relief). Maybe I should warn = them, should I say, "Don't do something that you'll regret. Now you have = no recollection of heartbreak you don't have yet." I could give them an = earful, but I don't know, they must find out on their own, and the = thought of that is chilling me to the bone. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Collect 'Em All (1998)
I am hopped up on sugar, the plot is over simplified and tied up very =
neatly, the enemy is black and white, and I believe completely. I am the = hero marauder, I kill as easily as blink. I fuck like Zeus, I fit right = inside his shoes, projecting myself onto the screen. Glued myself to my = movie seat with sticky melted candy, I forked over my admission price, = I've got my soda handy, I kick the chair ahead of mine and scream at = each explosion, my pitiful life is shoved aside, I'm blinded by emotion! = Emerging from the exit, I'm relieved of my suspicion purged of all my = questioning and emptied of conviction. I'm a terminator with a = superhuman torso a great obliterator with savage manifesto. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Collect 'Em All (1998)
Liquor store, liquor store one on every corner, checks cashed any time =
NO I.D. Liquor store, liquor store, malt liquor cigarettes lottery. The = car is running and kicking out funes, you've disappeared inside to buy = the daily quota, I'm fending for myself to a popular tune, digging in = the ashtray, hoping for a quarter. Mile on mile of transient hotels, = unattended children with nowhere to play, anger rips down pine street in = the form of a black chevelle, but the baptists keep singin' away. One = lone palm tree is rising above it's glamour and dignity are so out of = place an ancient pick up truck is looking for a shove, the congregation = sings, amazing grace! Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Collect 'Em All (1998)
Shaken baby sucking on the festive decoration, turning patriotic colors =
to a purple stain, dribbling down his belly he's the hope of = generations, the measure of the damage we have yet to ascertain. Mammoth = head of paraffin of malleable nature, pounded with the platitudes = admissible for use, pitiful and blundering , a mortifying creature, his = neck is too weak to support the partial birth of truth. Misbegotten = inconsolable, the fitting end result of his breed, misbegotten = inconsolable, a product of stupidity and greed. Watch him as his dim = eyes roll back into his head, see him struggling in his own filth to = stand irretrievable and overfed, he reaches out with his desperate = little hands. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Collect 'Em All (1998)
Congratulations on your recent acquisition, the bunker is convenient and =
easy to install, you've purchased the finest in home fortification, the = comfort will please you and heighten you're morale, keenly concoted the = barricade is comely, the entrance is impregnable and ready for assault, = safe in the knowledge you didn't waste your money, lie back in your = sanctum you are untouchable. Sterile heaven hermetically sealed for your = protection and increased yield. Sterile heaven 'cause you're #1, = equipped with ample insulation. Under surveilance invaders are detected, = external apparatus incarcerates them all. Flash incinerated and lightly = disinfected, the ashes are bundled and packed in a vault, you're = accomodations are acoustically defended you need not hear the death = cries we bring them to a halt, encapsulation is highly recommended, in = brocade or wood grain or neoclassical. Airtight and quiet with total = privacy just keep the filter clean, you've taken the precaution, of = utter isolation, you buy serenity, you've read the warranty. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Collect 'Em All (1998)
No my darling have no fear, I'll see you by and by, I trust in my =
commander and my brothers in arms, the chaplain reassures us, that god = is on our side, and I will write to you every day, I will keep you = informed. Dear wife-I can feel your arms about my neck, life like-the = image of you crying at the gate. Dear wife-your photo is a sheild over = my heart. My life-depends upon the memory of your face. We landed on the = shore today, no enemy in sight, we are strong and confident that our = training is complete, we set up camp and cleaned our guns and sang away = the night, and yours by far the loveliest of all the pictures seen. I = can barely write today now things have gone awry, a man who was a friend = to me is dead and many more, I had to do a dreadful thing to make it = back alive, why am I the only one to send back into war? So tell me dear = the color of your eyes, I cannot remember the glimmer of your hair, you = were a guiding light emblazoned on my mind, but death has led me far = away and I don't seem to care. Dear god I am betrayed today, my brothers = are insane, our leaders have abandoned us and turned us loose to kill, = they behave like animals and I behave the same, why should I try to = survive when I don't have the will? Dear wife the tempo of my death is = beating down, why hide? Relief awaits me I cannot escape, dear wife-your = photo is a dead thing to me now, my life-is wasted like the memory of = your face. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Collect 'Em All (1998)
Standing in a crater in my leaden shoes, I am held there by more than =
gravity, she's been hit so many times with heavenly abuse, quite a = history of catastrophe, but the footprints on her face are merely made = by man, she's is shining despite the rough terrain, I think she picks = her teeth with the staff of a flag, she plucked from her cheek with = playful disdain. Glowing survivor, gorgeous in orbit, throwing a = spotlight over the chasm, glowing survivor, gorgeous in orbit, casting = her shadow, over the sea (heavens' at end)...Geologic samples held up to = the light, teach very little of her life, astronomers deny what they can = divine, by merely gazing up into her eyes, every lunar cycle she begins = a new, not afraid to show herself in full, the man is a myth, lovers = share a view, all god's howling dogs to her are dutiful. If you come at = nightfall, you can see all her magnitude, her tidal tears have fallen, = reflective of the sun, bearning her gratitude. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Collect 'Em All (1998)
This ground is too hard to break, it ruined a pick and spade, frozen and =
solid as rock, my hands numb with the shock! I am prepared for the dirty = work, I've groveled for years in the bloody dirt, I have all the tools = that I need, and now I admit my defeat! What will it take to cleave this = earth? Break this ground, it's got to break! What will it take to cleave = this earth? I cannot wait 'til spring. My cargo is still half alive, = they twine 'round eachother and cry, they beg me to finish the task, = will I inter them at last? I glare at the place I'd make a grave, I = carry the shame it would contain, thinking cannot rend a hole, too tired = to stave off the cold. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Collect 'Em All (1998)
Dirt yard chain link, mean dog full sink, TV stuck on loud, tank top =
shit kick, big lug dimwit, by the quarter pound. Acne mustache hard up = heat stench, he's a dental wreck, plasma payday, dumbass raybands, short = hair long in back, involuntary response, hand to mouth, hand to crotch, = keep your mouth shut for once! Hand to mouth, hand to crotch. Routine = cop call, busted window, what a fuckin' man, bad day bad fall, Bud Lite = widow, in the fuckin' can. Rap sheet longer than a convoy, = methamphetamine, voilent fucker, predatory, sick and drunk and mean! Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Collect 'Em All (1998)
A pretty bride of India is burned with kerosene her husband keeps her =
dowry and his freedom is achieved, a burnese girl in Bangkok is of value = for her skin, solid for her complexiion, never saw her home again. The = minister of culture, he argues so well, his teeth are flashing as he = details, a legacy of murder, a heritage of rape, a time honored = tradition to maim and mutilate. Cut away her labia with dirty broken = glass, she died of obstruction prainfully infected mass, a dress code = violation is an outrage in Iran, splashed her face with acid only them = the fun began. She wasn't good enough, a female child left face down = packed in the snow, umbilical cord around her tiny feet, she suffers and = dies alone. A woman in a western home is under house arrest, a drunkard = is her jailer he's entitled to molest, her daughter is passed over when = she tries to raise her hand, the likeliness of her success is not an = even chance. The minister of culture, he's wringing his hands, he keeps = on laughing as he demands- "No human right applies her, our women will = agree, our property has spoken no cause to intervine." Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Collect 'Em All (1998)
Not exactly in the lap of luxury, you were not quite of blue blood, but =
you know you went to bed with a belly full of supper, you were safe as a = bug in a rug, you were swaddled and jolly Molly Coddled, like a dolly = and your mommy maybe gave a little shrug when you threw a temper tantrum = for another piece of something that other kids only dream of. Baby face, = baby face, looking for a season in hell, baby face, baby face, I hope = you learn your lesson well. Now you've chosen poverty, you did it for = the sake of being hip, begging for a dollar never doubling for a moment = your bohemian indigence, and you wonder why the folks in your run down = neighbourhood don't recognize you as a kindred soul, 'cause you gotta = bed in a sunny sub-division any time you wanna run home. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Viewers Like You (1999)
Annie exhibited incredible abilities At a very tender age Her mother's edict "It's a liability and you must do as I say" Annie was curious Annie was sensuous And she had an imagination But under Victoria they called that dementia and So they locked her... locked her away She rustles down the hallway buttons corset bustle binding They bound her to the bedposts and they shut her up with ether She rustles down the hallway buttons corset bustle binding She'll haunt this house forever her laughter's a reminder Annie was taken out to the outskirts of town Said "You are hysterical" Her doctor's orders "Tie her up and calm her down, Oh you know she isn't too well" My dear you're delirious My dear you're lascivious And now we will commence to treat you Laudanum sedating you Bromide placating you So they drugged her locked her away |
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from Tilt - Viewers Like You (1999)
lulling me to sleep
the bloom of blood filling the tub granting me release the water is warm the water is warm lulling me to sleep the bloom of blood filling the tub granting me release i can't be you mother i am way to young i wish i were older i could give you love now i must take my chances try an outdated technique oh god the pain advances i am feeling weak the water is warm the water is warm lulling me to sleep the bloom of blood filling the tub granting me release the water is warm the water is warm lulling me to sleep the bloom of blood filling the tub granting me release i see my reflection in my goodnight bath i can here the raven nevermore i gasp i could not ask for a doctor without parental consent unsterile length of a wire brought us to the end |
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from Tilt - Viewers Like You (1999)
I did not get out of the treaches escape this linger and damage ill
take to my grave That nerve gas poison and agent oarnge the wages of high risk are part of my story what kind of madness took ahold of me to shoot anothers blood into my willing veins no i could never do that voluntarily i heard a demon tell me to and i obeyed but i dont take the orders from the war room anymore this one recruiters surrenders I dont take orders from the war room anymore now i am my own defender i keep recieving a distorted command and if i hadnt given up id surely follow back into the tangle of this struggle for man a suicidal mission and a chance for all to end but i dont take the orders from the war room anymore this one recruiters surrenders I dont take orders from the war room anymore now i am my own defender i may have turned yellow but did not betray my old friend's still batlling out in the fray am i ill ilivered now im a beginner im damned all to hell and i am delivered sometimes im tempted to forget myself and jump back into the skirmish as a nurse and have a _______ old time and feel solemnly again id rather that than live it in sanctuary i dont take the orders from the war room anymore this one recruiters surrenders I dont take orders from the war room anymore now i am my own defender i dont take the orders from the war room anymore this one recruiters surrenders I dont take orders from the war room anymore now i am my own defender i dont take orders |
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from Tilt - Viewers Like You (1999)
Got an animated corpse at my beck and call
You will find my skin cells underneath his fingernails Carpet fibers from my car covering his coat And clinging to his follicles Every day we meet plot fourteen And he hops in the front in the seat next to me He can't wait till I tell him what I need Then he nod a rotting head and then I set him free Oh you should see him in this revelry tonight He'll spread a pestilence across the land Oh you should see him yea He's looking hella fine His eyeholes cannot cry Oh he's my... Animated corpse rapping at the back Clawing at the window peeking in on tiptoe Eager to deliver and it makes me laugh So I make him wait it'll make a funny anecdote Every night at ten he shows up again Hiding 'em behind his back I pick a bony hand I pat him on the head and I kiss him on the cheek Then I pack him in the trunk back to plot fourteen Oh you should see him in his revelry tonight He'll spread a pestilence across the land Oh you should see him yeah He's looking hella fine Oh he's a filthy slime (Oh he's attracting flies) And he's mine |
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from Tilt - Viewers Like You (1999)
There but for the grace of god go I Grew up on the same block I wonder why Why you were the one to take a dive And I got to go on with my life The hand of fate is random I'm alive Ain't no reason or no rhyme We are practically the same I sing your requiem I lose another friend But I remain to receive your wake up call Pontiac I love you and I miss you It's easier to love you now that you're gone Now I know the things I should've said to you Now you're gone Sure beats me why we didn't die The time we brewed that cocktail "death surprise" Mixed in all the pills your mama had And washed it all down with my daddy's gin The hand of fate is random I'm alive Ain't no reason or no rhyme We are practically the same I sing your requiem I lose another friend But I remain to receive your wake up call Pontiac I love you and I miss you It's easier to miss you now that you're gone Now I know the things I should've said to you Now you're gone Now you're gone |
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from Tilt - Viewers Like You (1999)
here's the church and here's the steeple
open the doors and see the people people screaming i have sinned oh dear lord help me win the riches that are owed to me and a high place in society give me strength lord i am weak i need sexual release here i am your faithful servant grant me one request oh I need inside information how should i invest and they're all just spinning on there own little shelves and they're all just bitching at the world and they're all just happy in there own little pots saluting when the flag unfurls tell me one more time your flawless philosophy well, i forgot to take notes help me i'm a heathen ignorant of your theology and you're so pious you should know here's the bank and here's the teller open her legs to any feller say your prayers down on your knees mother mary fantasy here's the host and here's the server body blood oh hello broker tell me what i want to know to enrich my needy soul see me lord your humble subject saying penance now when id really like to check the nazdac and the dow and they're all just spinning on there own little shelves and they're all just bitching at the world and they're all just happy in there own little pots saluting when the flag unfurls tell me one more time your flawless philosophy well, i forgot to take notes help me i'm a heathen ignorant of your theology and you're so pious you should know tell me one more time your flawless philosophy well, i forgot to take notes help me i'm a heathen ignorant of your theology and you're so pious you should know |
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from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001)
White frame lies to live in leave, nothing to gain
Your Colorless divinities can scarcely light the way White frame homes in celibate rows, they swell and melt together Aspirations lie in possessions each dwellers dream so similar Keep witches behind, mythical lines And squeeze my faith between my knees I can't take one more lie, so I'll take one of each In this static heat, I barely make my home suffice Persuaded by a sleepy beat, I can't tell which is mine Pack it in, save it up Pack it in, save it up In this static heat, I barely make my home suffice Persuaded by a sleepy beat, I can't tell which is mine Impeded by machine, awash in blue light spending nights Imbibing life through their screen it shows me to believe |
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from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001)
addiction, but when you finally did you didn't skip a beat, or alter =
your inflection. Where do you live? You change your home so fast, I got = you penciled in and then you're gone, your hand is out but I've got = nothing left to give you, except perhaps some words to get you through = this. I'm sick of enabling you and you can sense it, you glance around = as if for the cops, whatever you've stolen I won't fence it, you know = you're nothing without your props. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001)
I could show you, do you want me to show you? Call it a day or you can =
pay my way, gonna cry 'til I'm all cried out, I could show you, I could = easily show you. You may say I live on easy street, you can think = anything you want to think, come by some time my door is open to you, = where I can show you how easy I am. Everyone knows I'd sell my sister = for cigarettes, why shouldn't I? She'd do the same to me, we could show = you, we could easily show you, if you only knew you wouldn't be so = upset, what if she's in league with me? We can show you, we can easily = show you. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001)
Dead, or is he dying? Was he mugged? Or did he quit trying? Regardless =
of the reason, we gotta move him. See, he blocks the car in, we should = leave a messanger to find him, as we speak the traffic thickens like a = virus. Dead bum, dead bum, just another dead bum, dead bum, dead bum, = Did I catch you at a bad time? You should know my voice by now, I've = got further instructions I don't know what you'll do without. I've got a = job to do here, and I need a clear head, you don't want to get me mad = dear, no use in calling the feds. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001)
Please get in the car now, off the embankment, orange from the halogen , =
you look like a lunatic, not allowed to stop here, you provoke the = barbed wire, trespass onto the corporate land, lynching what time we = have left. I can see you from here, let me come across, we're lost upon = the shoulder I never was your atlas, tempted off the pavement what can = you accomplish? I can see you from here you're stalking down your anger, = rows of newly broken earth trip up your urban stagger. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001)
Bad ventilation duration of a beer, commonplace shithouse drown my fear, =
this whiskey goes down easy, smooth as a sow's ear, belly up and suck = another, you're in the clear. Every day deception, faking a motive, a = regular jokes "This is where I live" apprasing each intruder, one tipsy = glimpse of them, loyal to a forgotten stratagen. Get on in, shake off = the road, don't you know that you're blocking the door? Unlucky lounge, = keeps her tables clean for you, forever darkness at noon. A vestige of = some former self saddles up slowly to the bar, she recieves the news = above, where the bottles stand, at least in here you take your luck wash = it down with a beer, you'll know soon enough, don't expect nothin' fancy = here, all you have is what we got. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001)
Loyalty wavering like heat above the hood All the cooling fluids escaping into pools I'm sucking in vaporized lives but i feel no effect And now my cells are altered adapted to neglect I'm killing myself somehow to stay awake I'm not particular who i entertain I'm not concerned with the spectacle i make I'm preparing to make a big break Paring down the list of things to take What i leave behind i leave to fate Im preparing to vamoose Beefing up the list of shit to lose I've got words i'm not afraid to lose |
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from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001)
Dismal little pad so small i'm almost standing outside Back to the workplace i go Murder eight hours a day, no, make it nine Dressing my face an open wound On the day after day later lousy mood I haul it off but it fall in my lap today Tied to each thought i got a little lead balloon You're accused But i'm the crime Oh it got worse From worse to bad Unintentional flame wont go away Pitching in the black Oh it got worse IT got bad from worse to bad Unintentional flame wont go away Pitching in the black |
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from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001)
I guess sometimes I'm lucky when I go, for whole days at a time without =
thinking about you, and ask myself why, but then I find I'm traveling, = traveling down, that same old piece of road and wind up down by the = water. Whatever happened to our walls on the pier? I cry myself alone = all the way down to the end, I drink my bottle dry and heave it across = the bay, to the city, smashin' outside your door. Oh now there goes the = Romeo, hand in hand with his punk rock Juliet, they remind me of two = people I'm trying to forget, I can hear their sweet nothings on the = wind, as I hurry to get by, diverting my gaze, to the Oakland Bay = Bridge. (Could that be you honey, way over on that side? Flashin' a = signal to me, down by Pier 39, 'cause if I only knew, I'd jump in that = water and swim right across, drowning in my relief). Maybe I should warn = them, should I say, "Don't do something that you'll regret. Now you have = no recollection of heartbreak you don't have yet." I could give them an = earful, but I don't know, they must find out on their own, and the = thought of that is chilling me to the bone. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Been Where? Did What? (2001)
I'm not going anywhere; I have way too much to lose Even though I'm killing myself, It's no indication I won't come through Don't go making plans to fill my absence Even though I've been gone too long I can stamp my foot and split in two But I'll be whole before the dawn. Say I've been to hell and back Well you got it wrong, I never did return Lay my head on the chopping block and I'll hand you the hatchet. Strewn again from limb to limb A slap and a tickle and a hand in the till Between extremes is mighty grim I'll be free in a minute of my free will Two on a bed gone round the bed I laugh and writhe the more I try My mind fell apart for you to mend I sing to you and you reply. Say I've been to hell and back Well you got it wrong, I never did return Lay my head on the chopping block and I'll hand you the hatchet. Soon as my head hit the pillow He took it as his cue to shake me back awake Could have killed him bout a couple of times By laying in wait and tearing down the drapes If I stomp hard enough He'll slip in the soap and I'll wave good-bye as he's circling the drain. I'm not going anywhere, I have way too much to lose Even though I'm killing myself, It's no indication I won't come through Don't go making plans to fill my absence Even though I've been gone too long I could stamp my foot and split in two But I'll be whole before the dawn. |
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from Tilt - Play Cell (2004)
White frame lies to live in leave, nothing to gain
Your Colorless divinities can scarcely light the way White frame homes in celibate rows, they swell and melt together Aspirations lie in possessions each dwellers dream so similar Keep witches behind, mythical lines And squeeze my faith between my knees I can't take one more lie, so I'll take one of each In this static heat, I barely make my home suffice Persuaded by a sleepy beat, I can't tell which is mine Pack it in, save it up Pack it in, save it up In this static heat, I barely make my home suffice Persuaded by a sleepy beat, I can't tell which is mine Impeded by machine, awash in blue light spending nights Imbibing life through their screen it shows me to believe |
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from Tilt - Play Cell (2004)
Dead, or is he dying? Was he mugged? Or did he quit trying? Regardless =
of the reason, we gotta move him. See, he blocks the car in, we should = leave a messanger to find him, as we speak the traffic thickens like a = virus. Dead bum, dead bum, just another dead bum, dead bum, dead bum, = Did I catch you at a bad time? You should know my voice by now, I've = got further instructions I don't know what you'll do without. I've got a = job to do here, and I need a clear head, you don't want to get me mad = dear, no use in calling the feds. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Play Cell (2004)
Please get in the car now, off the embankment, orange from the halogen , =
you look like a lunatic, not allowed to stop here, you provoke the = barbed wire, trespass onto the corporate land, lynching what time we = have left. I can see you from here, let me come across, we're lost upon = the shoulder I never was your atlas, tempted off the pavement what can = you accomplish? I can see you from here you're stalking down your anger, = rows of newly broken earth trip up your urban stagger. Submitted by: Mel |
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from Tilt - Play Cell (2004)
Bad ventilation duration of a beer, commonplace shithouse drown my fear, =
this whiskey goes down easy, smooth as a sow's ear, belly up and suck = another, you're in the clear. Every day deception, faking a motive, a = regular jokes "This is where I live" apprasing each intruder, one tipsy = glimpse of them, loyal to a forgotten stratagen. Get on in, shake off = the road, don't you know that you're blocking the door? Unlucky lounge, = keeps her tables clean for you, forever darkness at noon. A vestige of = some former self saddles up slowly to the bar, she recieves the news = above, where the bottles stand, at least in here you take your luck wash = it down with a beer, you'll know soon enough, don't expect nothin' fancy = here, all you have is what we got. Submitted by: Mel |
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