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from Wild Strawberries - Heroine (1995)
Careful in the kitchen
Says the man in red He knows exactly where to hang his head Someones in the bedroom Playing with the lamp Love is like her hair beneath the curtain soiled and damp Isn't she so beautiful In her baby blues I'll be over when I know That she's all over you I can hear the ticking Of the cuckoo clock I can see you hiding in the shadow of her locks She don't really love you She don't understand What she's got between the precious creases of her hands Life becomes the poet Messing with her words In the margin soft and blurred Time is my complexion Love is my parade Funny how the fiddler knows exactly when to play |
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from Wild Strawberries - Heroine (1995)
The first thing I remember you were walking away
You were singing something gentle in the fade The next thing I remember I nearly pushed you off the stage I pretended not to be afraid I played the fool I played the drowning man I will play your heroine I know the rules You wrote them on my veins I will play your heroine I'm calling from the border of another nameless state I am sitting on the steps of our mistake I will bring you postcards of everything that's gray I will draw your smile on my slate I said I loved you I said I needed you but baby I was wrong Well that was Sunday And now it's Wednesday and I'm feeling strong Memory's a lover trying to tell you that she's late Memory's a silent second take She will drink the poison if you put it in your cup She will touch your eyes and never stop |
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from Wild Strawberries - Heroine (1995)
I'm not the kind you marry
I'm not that kind at all I'm not the one you think you want But I will be the one There when you fall I'm not your bloody mary I'm not that type at all I'm just the writing on the wall But I will be the one There when you fall Did I tell you I would come around Did I say that I would ever be the one to hold you |
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from Wild Strawberries - Heroine (1995)
I'm gonna lie
No one's home I'm gonna try To be alone I don't want you messing with my family stone Maybe I'm shy Maybe I'm wild My best disguise Is my style I can't help remembering you scratched my smile I got my own invitation I'll make my own way home When I told you I'm patient I was wrong I remember the time When you were right You said that maybe is as good as might That's the time you went and broke my key of life It's not a crime To keep things cold I'll never mind What I'm told I don't want you messing with my rubber soul |
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from Wild Strawberries - Heroine (1995)
I want to be the leading lady on my own
I want to act sophisticated on my own I want to walk across your ocean I want to file you under C I want to hang your mixed emotion over me I want to touch you where the hurting never goes I want to drive five wicked horses through your pose Everyone loves a winner when he's wrong Everyone wants the singer to sing along If you were water I would never be dry I'd draw the curtain on the edge of the sky If I could turn you I would gladly oblige If I could find you we'd be running out of time |
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from Wild Strawberries - Heroine (1995)
Casey brought his own confetti
I loved him in the fall He thought we had it made I left him at the picture show I loved him after all Oh mister junior I always miss the curtain call If it's trust that you need I can do the deed Pick up your boots and stay If it's love that you want It's my favourite haunt Three steps forward Dance the debutante Jacob used to call me Temple For that was all he saw He left his only cane Seventeen hats from Italy Are hanging on my wall Oh mister junior I guess that they're above it all Some of them smile in sympathy And some don't smile at all Some kill the time with change Yesterday his name was Threnody Today his name is Fame Oh mister junior I reserve the right to rearrange |
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from Wild Strawberries - Heroine (1995)
I think you taught me about everything
I think you taught me that too Did you say that you'd pay better If I wanted you To come again tomorrow Go ahead and fire me Mister big Your words inspire me Like your clothes There's a special in aisle c And all the people are gone I heard you say that to be someone You've got someone to pay Again tomorrow Cassettes are sold in aisle b Microphones are too I think I've got me a red handed tight fisted excuse And I'll be back tomorrow |
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from Wild Strawberries - Heroine (1995)
Pretty soon we'll be planting marigolds
Pretty soon we'll be trading stories What ever happened to the baby that I used to know I sit here staring as my body grows cold And when you tell me I feel fine And when you touch me I feel Fine I caught you flirting with my memory You said that she was just a friend Some things are better when they're standing in front of me Some things grow bitter when they're near the end Say goodbye to the vinyl we had Say goodbye to the radio songs You said you'd always keep around I don't know if I'll be happy I don't know if I'll be sad I'll always be there when you drown I'll place my why inside your sympathy I'll leave my x beside your o My generation is a runaway centipede My generation is about to go |
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from Wild Strawberries - Heroine (1995)
There's a penny poised on a whitewashed fence
There's a little black boy praying for his government There's a nervous lady reaching for her place There's a red faced son running from his race Everything that rises Everything that rises Everything that rises must converge This is my country-this is your sign- We are painting fences, drawing lines Well I don't know much about anything And I don't know much about conversation Look at me, look at me giving my weakness away Do you know Coventry-ribbons and bows- She will throw confetti in your soul Well I don't know much about anything And I don't know much about conversation Look at me, look at me giving my weakness away |
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from Wild Strawberries - Heroine (1995)
Words can be a problem when you're on parole
I don't care much for language I just want her soul She left me just when Pushkin turned to shove The answer to the question who are you thinking of? You've got to give it up Give it up Hold me baby when you give it up Give it up Every now and then I start rambling on I don't care much for grammar I just need her son He left me in the sibilance and pops The answer to the question who made your sentence stop |
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from Wild Strawberries - Quiver (1998)
History is everything
Said the professor to the petitioner's girl She, playing with her shoe, Says I just want someone, I just want something new I don't know what hit you Don't care where ya been I just know you gotta' go Speed is everything Said the co-pilot to the girl with the braid She, looking round the room Says I just want someone, I just want something new I don't know what hit you Don't care where ya been I just know you gotta' go Timing is everything Said the conductcor to the boy half his age He, tightening a screw, Says I just want someone, I just want something new I don't know what hit you Don't care where ya been I just know you gotta' go |
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from Wild Strawberries - Quiver (1998)
I don't need directions
I can see the course You don't need to whisper baby I've heard it all before Hate and lemon under your nails I don't need protection I don't need to show your telling tail I don't need your prohibition I don't need to score You can keep your liquor Baby that's for sure Whine and silver under your feet I don't know what moves you I can't even see when i'm on my knees Baby give that quiver to me I can shoot an arrow through anything Please don't give me your reasons I'll never need them when I'm on my trampoline I have seen the devil Looking for the chord I can make your carbon copy Sullen and adored Mercy and ashes under your hair I don't need revisions I don't need to fill What isn't there CHORUS Tolerance is petty Misery is bored Someone slipped the combination Underneath the door Tongue and courage under your skin I don't need your resolution I don't need to sort what could have been CHORUS |
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from Wild Strawberries - Quiver (1998)
Any last requests before I go
Time is fading fast and feeling slow Hit me when I start to dream When I whisper maybe close the screen I'm not asking for opinions Spare me all your little minions I just want to wake inside my dreams I don't know what makes me happy Just give me joy and make it snappy Paste my numbered soul with magazines Someone made a killing on tv Everyone was willing no one free All the kids in china stores Know that living makes them sore CHORUS Blessed are the meek for they shall see Everything that we've already seen Everybody we have known Every thing that's overgrown CHORUS |
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from Wild Strawberries - Quiver (1998)
I don't want to be beautiful
No one ever hears her speak I don't want to be a diplomat With a heart attack for peace All that I need is a fire escape All that I need is a stone Everything that starts out burning Ends up overgrown I don't want to be an astronaut I've flown higher on my own I don't want to be a movie star I don't need to be alone All that I need is a blunt excuse All that I need is a ruse Everything that starts off burning Ends up feeling used I don't want to be president There's some things I'd like to keep I don't want to be a nightingale I don't need to feel that cheap All that I need is an antidote All that I need is a muse Everything that starts off burning Ends up feeling used |
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from Wild Strawberries - Quiver (1998)
Speak of the devil baby
I've got my reservations I saw you coming from a meter away I'm not excited I'm not even waiting I saw the picture and I know it's a fake That's how the story goes That's what the people say I'm bitter I suppose But bitterness is gold when she wants her way If you're gonna put me under Make sure you do it neatly If I'm going under I'll go all the way If you're going pull the curtains Make sure you pull discreetly Nothing sticks together without needles and chains CHORUS I know the number I've seen the mark already I drove the rental into the Hertz I can smell the fishes I know the crimes are changing Nothing sticks together without needles and skirts CHORUS |
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from Wild Strawberries - Quiver (1998)
I'm not the perfect sister
I'm just the wounded one I was created to compare I'll quit while she's ahead I've finally found the rent I'll memorize the words to every other line she says She's got pretty little lips She's got perfect skin I wonder why I even try To disappoint you I could draw a diagram I could point it at your mouth I could stroke it till you're blind And I'd disappoint you She's got good intentions The kind that make you squirm She's like the movie of the week I've seen her kind before So pretty and adored So empty and so free that I'd forgotten I'd forgotten CHORUS I'm not the perfect sister I'm just the wounded one I was created to compare One day I'll make the cut I'll put it down in blood I'll make you wish that it was any other way CHORUS |
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from Wild Strawberries - Quiver (1998)
You know everything I'm saying
You know long before I speak I saw you at the side of the road with her hands around your neck I saw you at the side of the road and you know I want you back You're my Concho y toro Concho y toro I don't mind what they are saying I know you're my little red I met you at the liquor store you were hanging with your friends I can tell as much by the way you blush there will be no bitter end CHORUS I love kissing you in doorways I get drunk when you are near I want you like a worn out suit wants another glass of gin when I'm with you I can't stand up I want to know where you begin CHORUS |
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from Wild Strawberries - Quiver (1998)
How about keeping time with my wicked daughter
She would be so surprised just to see your face After all those evil things you taught her I bet you didn't know You could be so cold Meet her in the back of the cellar She will give you wine like you'll never taste I'll be hanging pictures of umbrellas I bet you didn't know You could be so cold I'll be sitting pretty by the television Please don't forget to leave the change Hey it's my little prison I bet you didn't know You could be so cold |
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from Wild Strawberries - Quiver (1998)
Maybe I should have noticed
When faith forgot her shoes I should have marked the day When pity came to stay And truth settled on the roof I'm not gonna cry when you go Crying leaves me cold And when i'm cold I start to crave Someone warm and safe She smells like the violent Swollen arm of spring Wrestling with her clothes Tempting I suppose Tepid and glistening CHORUS Lately I've been thinking Hope is underage I'll never kiss her lips Unless she insists And probably then I'd wait CHORUS |
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