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from The Hold Steady - Stay Positive (2008)
Me and my friends are like
The drums on "Lust for Life" We pound it out on floor toms Our psalms are sing-along songs This old town is lifeless Been that way our whole lives, just Work at the mill until you die Work at the mill and then you die We're gonna build something this summer (Gonna build something this summer) We'll put it back together Raise up a giant ladder With love and trust and friends and hammers (This summer!) We're gonna lean this ladder Up against the water tower Climb up to the top and drink and talk (This summer!) Me and my friends are like Double whiskey coke no ice We drink along in double time Might drink too much but we feel fine We're gonna build something this summer Summer grant us all the power To drink on top of watertowers With love and trust and shows all summer (Get hammered!) Let this be my annual reminder That we could all be something bigger I went to your schools. I did my detention But the walls were so gray that I couldn't pay attention I read your gospel, it moved me to tears But I couldn't find the hate and I couldn't find the fear I met your saviour, I knelt at his feet And he took my ten bucks and he went down the street I tried to believe all the things that you said But my friends that aren't dying are already dead Raise a toast to Saint Joe Strummer I think he might have been our only decent teacher Getting older makes it harder to remember We are our only saviours We're gonna build something this summer |
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from The Hold Steady - Stay Positive (2008)
It started when we were dancing
It got heavy when we got to the bathroom We didn't go back to her place We went to some place where she cat-sits She said, "I know I look tired But every thing's fried here in Memphis" Now they want to know exactly which bathroom Dude, does it make any difference? It can't be important Yeah, sure I'll tell my story again In bar light she looked alright In daylight she looked desperate That's alright, I was desperate too I'm getting pretty sick of this interview Subpoenaed in Texas Sequestered in Memphis Subpoenaed in Texas Sequestered in Memphis I think she drove a new Mustang I guess it might be a rental I remember she had satellite radio I guess she seemed a bit nervous, do you think I'm that stupid? Oh what the hell, I'll tell the story again In bar light she looked alright In daylight she looked desperate That's alright, I was desperate too I'm getting pretty sick of this interview Subpoenaed in Texas Sequestered in Memphis Subpoenaed in Texas Sequestered in Memphis (Subpoenaed in Texas) (Sequestered in Memphis) (Subpoenaed in Texas) (Sequestered in Memphis) I went there on business (Subpoenaed in Texas) (Sequestered in Memphis) I went there on business (Subpoenaed in Texas) (Sequestered in Memphis) I went there on business (Subpoenaed in Texas) (Sequestered in Memphis) I went there on business (Subpoenaed in Texas) (Sequestered in Memphis) |
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from The Hold Steady - Stay Positive (2008)
When there weren't any parties she'd park by the quarry
Walk into the woods until she came to a clearing Where townies would gather and drink until blackout Smoke cigs 'till they're sick, pack bowls and then pass out Windows wide open to let the hard rock in Theirs was a rage that didn't need much convincing The girls gave her glares but the boys were quite pleasant To be perfectly honest, they didn't seem much different When there weren't any parties Sometimes she'd party with townies Out on the parkways after the parties It was always arousing when they'd rev up their engines It's hard to describe so she kept it a secret The girls that she lived with, they knew nothing about it The night with the fight and the butterfly knife Was the first night she spent with that one guy she liked She gave him a ride to some kid's house in Cleveland He stayed there for two weeks, the cops finally found him He didn't seem that different except for that blood on his jacket He didn't seem that different except for maybe his haircut He didn't seem much different They didn't seem that different up until this one little incident They didn't seem much different Now the cops want to question everyone present They parade every townie in town through the station But no one says nothing and they can't find the weapon The girl takes the stand and she swears she was with him Her father's lawyers do most of the talking She's sick of the questions, sick of the concept Of justice and fairness, who the hell cares Who gets caught in the middle? She smokes and she ponders this riddle When one townie falls in the forest, can anyone hear it? When one townie falls When one townie falls in the forest, does anyone notice? One drop of blood on immaculate Keds Mom, do you know where your girl is? Sophomore accomplice in a turtleneck sweater Dad, do you know where your kids are? Sniffing at crystal in cute little cars Getting nailed against dumpsters behind townie bars It's a cute little town with streets and cafes Her friends all seemed nice, she was getting good grades But when she came home for Christmas She just seemed distant and different |
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from The Hold Steady - Stay Positive (2008)
I guess I met a couple bona fide angels
But they all seemed kind of fat and fatigued And now we're trying to match their mouths from the screens Match their heads to their dreams Everybody's searching out of the softest seat All dolled up for the funeral feast Everybody's stabbing at the biggest piece Clever kids kissing on a bleak retreat Now I'm not really sure we were lovers Or if it was just some kind of car crash Now we're trying to find a DNA match To match the heads with our hats Everybody's reaching for the sharpest knife Legs wide open on the opening night Everybody's bathing in the laser lights Clever kids screwing with some new device Sunday morning, sidewalks splattered Feverish in stylish tatters Didn't this used to sting like grammar? I remember when it mattered Can't get over what's transpired Left home virgins, came back vampires Belt it out like back stretched choirs We're either dead or really tired Everybody's coming on their navy sheets Everybody's coming on their navy sheets Everybody wants to suck on something sweet Everybody's coming on their navy sheets Everybody's coming on their navy sheets |
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from The Hold Steady - Stay Positive (2008)
Lord, I'm discouraged
The circles have sucked in her eyes Lord, I'm discouraged Her new friends have shadowed her life Lord, I'm discouraged She ain't come out dancing for some time And I'm trying to light candles But they burn down to nothing And she keeps coming up with Excuses and half-truths and fortified wine Excuses and half-truths and fortified wine Excuses and half-truths and fortified wine There's a house on the south side Where she stays in for days at a time I know I'm no angel I ain't been bad that way Can't you hear her? She's that sweet missing songbird When the choir sings on Sundays And I'm almost busted But I bought back the jewelry she sold And I come to your altar And then there's just nothing And she keeps insisting The sutures and bruises are none of my business She says that she's sick, but she won't get specific The sutures and bruises are none of my business This guy from the north side comes down to visit His visits, they only take five or six minutes Lord, I'm sorry to question your wisdom But my faith has been wavering Won't you show me a sign And let me know that you're listening? Excuses and half-truths and fortified wine Excuses and half-truths and fortified wine Excuses and half-truths and fortified wine I know it's unlikely she'll ever be mine So I mostly just pray she don't die |
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from The Hold Steady - Stay Positive (2008)
Yeah, Sapphire
I'm sick and I'm tired and I'm fried and you gotta believe me Yeah, Sapphire If I cross myself when I come would you maybe receive me? Yeah, Sapphire You were feisty at first but I broke you and I showed you the tempo Sacramento It swung at us first but it ended up going down gentle Sapphire, if Cheyenne's too small We'll haul it all back to St. Paul I was just about to call you When you called Yeah, Sapphire I know the last time we touched I came on a bit rough, please forgive me Yeah, Sapphire After you left, it was a big sketchy mess, they almost killed me Sapphire, if Cheyenne's too small We'll haul it all back to St. Paul I was just about to call you When you called Sapphire, if St. Paul don't call We've always got Aberdeen 'Cause dreams they seem to cost money But money costs some dreams It went just as you predicted I swear there must be something in your dreams It all went down exactly like your visions And I know you said don't call until I'm clean I'm not drunk, I'm cut, I'm gushing blood And I need someone to come and pick me up I was a skeptic at first, but these miracles work I was a skeptic at first, but these miracles work I was a skeptic at first, but these miracles work I was a skeptic at first, but these miracles work |
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from The Hold Steady - Stay Positive (2008)
She says sometimes she sees these things
Right before they're happening Hail Mary, full of grace Some nights she swears she feels her face She's known a couple of boys that died And two of them were crucified And the last one had enlightened eyes The first guy he was Jesus Christ Hey Judas I know you've made a grave mistake Hey Peter You've been pretty sweet since Easter break Now she's 4am and she's wide awake She's shivering and smiling Let's clutch and kiss and sing and shake Tonight let's try to levitate You Catholic girls start much too late Baby, let's transverberate Baby, let's transverberate She saw all the footage right before it got cut She saw all the bodies and she saw all the blood She saw the angel put a sword in his side And baby, that's how we got canonised She saw him gushing blood right before he got cut She saw them put a body in a bag in the trunk She saw the guys coming in from the sides And baby, that's how we get energized She said, "You know I'm down to pay for it." She said, "Just grant me some indulgences. 'Cause I've been mostly dying and I've been mostly coughing. And I've been mostly crying and I've been thinking about both crosses." She saw the film right before it came out At first she thought Judas might go for the mouth And she saw the nails and she saw the hands She saw the crowd, she heard the band The new kid begged them not to do it And Jesus just said, "Hey I still love you Judas" Since you've been up in Massachussets I keep dreaming about dos cruces I've been thinking about both crosses And I've been dreaming about dos cruces Yeah, I've been thinking about both crosses |
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from The Hold Steady - Stay Positive (2008)
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh)
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) I gotta lotta old friends that are gettin' back in touch And it's a pretty good feelin, yeah it feels pretty good I get a lotta double-takes when I'm comin' around the corners And it's mostly pretty nice, yeah it's mostly pretty alright 'Cause most kids give me credit for being down with it When it was back in the day, back when things were way different When the Youth of Today and the early 7 Seconds Taught me some of life's most valuable lessons There's gonna come a time when the scene'll seem less sunny It'll probably get druggy and the kids'll seem too skinny There's gonna come a time when she's gonna have to go With whoever's gonna get her the highest There's gonna come a time when the true scene leaders Forget where they differ and get big picture 'Cause the kids at the shows, they'll have kids of their own The sing-along songs will be our scriptures (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) We gotta stay positive (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) We gotta stay positive (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) We gotta stay positive (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) We gotta stay positive When the chaperone crowned us the king and the queen I knew that we'd arrived at a unified scene And all those little lambs from my dreams Well, they were there too 'Cause it's one thing to start it with a positive jam And it's another thing to see it all through And we couldn't have even done this if it wasn't for you (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) We gotta stay positive (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) We gotta stay positive (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) We gotta stay positive (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) We gotta stay positive |
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from The Hold Steady - Stay Positive (2008)
She's always funny in the morning
She isn't always funny in the night Once she gets a couple drinks in, she's probably gonna tell you you ain't doing anything right Then you'll roll your eyes and then you'll probably fight She mainly trades in adoration She gets pretty wasted at the celebrations The benefits and the building dedications It's always sunny in the morning It sucks around the ending of the night When she storms out of the restaurant I think you're supposed to chase her to the lights One boy hits her like a tambourine The other dissing me on her message machine Magazines and daddy issues I know you're pretty pissed, I hope you'll still let me kiss you Magazines and daddy issues I know you're pretty pissed, I hope you'll still let me kiss you Magazines and daddy issues I know you're pretty pissed, I hope you'll still let me kiss you Magazines and daddy issues I know you're pretty pissed, I hope you'll still let me kiss you I hope you'll still let me kiss you One boy calls while the other texts She's got boys on board and boys on deck Second dates and lipstick tissues New York gets pretty heavy, girl, I hope it doesn't crush you Magazines and daddy issues I know you're pretty pissed, I hope you'll still let me kiss you Second dates and lipstick tissues New York gets pretty heavy, girl, I hope it doesn't crush you Magazines and daddy issues I know you're pretty pissed, I hope you'll still let me kiss you |
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from The Hold Steady - Stay Positive (2008)
They used to think it was so cute when she said Dy'er Mak'er
All the boys knew it was a joke about Jamaica She'd always find a ride back home from the bar She used to feel so stupid when they'd talk about the music Born into every single tune They used to hum against her lips with their hands on her hips They used to kiss in the car Dancing days, houses of the holy Hot child in the city in the middle of the prairie Flirting with the boys with all her charms First the laugh, then the eyes Then the touch him on the arms Then the drinks, they never seemed to cost money Saturday night was a runway that extended into Sunday And sometimes Monday Back then it was beautiful The boys were sweet and musical The laser lights looked mystical Messed up still felt magical Girls didn't seem so difficult Boys didn't seem so typical It was warm and white and wonderful We were all invincible Tired eyes, trampled under foot Dazed and confused, c-c-c-cocaine blues She hasn't gotten any eye contact tonight The boys are getting younger and the bands are getting louder And the new girls are coming up like some white unopened flowers She's pretty sure that that's where their power is Back then it was unified The punks, the skins, the greaser guys Then one summer two kids died One of them was crucified Now it's so competitive The sleeplessness and sedatives I know it sounds repetitive Every show can't be a benefit We were kids in the crowd, now we're dogs in this war We were wasps with new wings, now we're bugs in the jar We were hot soft and pure, now we're scratched up in scars We were counting carbs, now we eat in our cars The boys in the band, they know they'll never be stars Back then we weren't quite convinced Flyering and stickering The front-row girls were posturing We were all imagining Man, we had some massive nights Some bashes and some bloody fights Back before those two kids died |
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from The Hold Steady - Stay Positive (2008)
Don't tell my sister about your most recent vision
Don't tell my family, they're all wicked strict Christians Don't tell the hangers-on, don't tell your friends Don't tell them we went down to Ybor City again Don't tell the dancers, they'll just get distracted Don't tell the DJs, they already suspect us Don't mention the bloodshed, don't mention the skins Don't tell them Ybor City almost killed us again We are the theater, they are the people Dressed up to be seated, looking upwards and dreaming We're the projectors, we're hosting the screening We're dust in the spotlights, we're just kind of floating Don't drop little hints, I don't want them to guess Don't mention Tampa, they'll just know all the rest Don't mention bloodshed, don't tell them it hurts Don't say we saw angels, they'll take us straight to the church They queue up for tickets to see the performance They push to get closer, looking upwards with wonder We are the actors, the cameras are rolling I'll be Ben Gazzara, you'll be Gina Rowlands Sometimes actresses get slapped Sometimes actresses get slapped Sometimes fake fights turn out bad Sometimes actresses get slapped Some nights making it look real Might end up with someone hurt Some nights it's just entertainment And some other nights it's work They come in for the feeding, sit in stadium seating They're holding their hands out for the body and blood now We're the directors, our hands will hold steady I'll be John Cassavettes, let me know when you're ready Man, we make our own movies Man, we make our own movies Man, we make our own movies Man, we make our own movies |
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from The Hold Steady - Separation Sunday (2005)
She said always remember never to trust me
She said that the first night that she met me She said there's gonna come a time when I'm gonna have to go With whoever's gonna get me the highest She said I won't be much for conversation If we go and do the rest of this And I've never been much for conservation I kinda dig these awkward silences She's got those Bones Brigade videos She knew them back and forth, she slept with so many skaters She had the place to herself, she had a couple hundred bucks And he had nothing but the number I like the guy who always answers the door He always knows what you came to his house for She said I won't be much for all this humbert humbert stuff I've never really done that much of this And I have to really try so hard not to fall in love I have to concentrate when we kiss She mouthed the words along to "Running Up That Hill" That song got scratched into her soul And he never heard that song before but he still got the metaphor He knows some people that switched places before I like the crowds at the really big shows People touching people that they don't even know, yo I guess the heavy stuff ain't quite at its heaviest By the time it gets out to suburban Minneapolis We were living up at Nicollet and 66th With three skaters and some hoodrat chick Drove the wrong way down 169 Almost died up by Edina High |
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from The Hold Steady - Separation Sunday (2005)
They got to the part with the cattle and the creeping things, said I'm pretty sure we've heard this one before
Don't it all end up in some revelation with four guys on horses and violent red visions Famine and death and pestilence and war? I'm pretty sure I heard this one before You in the corner with a good looking drifter, two cups of coffee and ten packs of sugar I heard Gideon saw you in Denver, he said you're contagious Silly rabbit, tripping is for teenagers, murder is for murderers and hard drugs are for bartenders I think I might have mentioned that before He's got the pages in his pockets that he ripped out of the Bible from his bed stand in the motel He likes the part where the traders get chased out from the temple I guess I heard about original sin, I heard the dude blamed the chick, I heard the chick blamed the snake I heard they were naked when they got busted and I heard things ain't been the same since You on the streets with a tendency to preach to the choir, wired for sound and down with whatever I heard Gideon did you in Denver She's got a cross around her neck that she ripped off from a schoolgirl in the subway on a visit to the city She likes how it looks on her chest with three open buttons She likes the part where one brother kills the other, she has to wonder if the world ever will recover 'Cause Cain and Abel seem to still be causing trouble She said I was seeing double for three straight days after I got born again It felt strange but it was nice and peaceful and it really pleased me to be around so many people Of course, half of them were visions, half of them were friends from going through the program with me Later on we did some sexy things, took a couple photographs and carved them into wood reliefs But that's enough about me Come on, tell me how you got down here into Ybor City He said I got to the part about the exodus And up to then I only knew it was a movement of the people But if small town cops are like swarms of flies and blackened foil is like boils and hail I'm pretty sure I've been through this before It seemed like a simple place to score And it seemed like a simple place to score It seemed like a simple place to score and then some old lady came to the door And said McKenzie Phillips doesn't live here anymore |
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from The Hold Steady - Separation Sunday (2005)
Your little hoodrat friend makes me sick
But after I get sick I just get sad 'Cause it burns being broke, hurts to be heartbroken And always being both must be a drag She's been calling me again She's been calling me again Your little hoodrat friend's been calling me again And I can't stand all the things that she sticks into her skin Like sharpened ballpoint pens and steel guitar strings She says it hurts, but it's worth it Tiny little text etched into her neck It said "Jesus lived and died for all your sins" She's got blue black ink and it's scratched into her lower back Says "Damn right, He'll rise again" Yeah, damn right, she'll rise again Damn right, she'll rise again And I've been dusted in the dark up in penetration park And I've been plastered I've been shaking hard and searching in a dirty storefront church And I've been plowed But I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend? Your little hoodrat friend got me high though We were 17 and stuck up up in Osseo She said it's funny how true love gets troubled by still water And washed up in the Mississippi River Her claddagh ring was pointed at the people She said St. Theresa came to me in dreams She said I ain't gonna do anything sexual with you I'm kinda saving myself for the scene And I've been dusted in the dark up in penetration park And I've been plastered I've been shaking hard and searching in a dirty storefront church And I've been plowed But I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend? She said city center used to be the center of our scene Now city center's over, no one really goes there Back then we used to drink beneath this railroad bridge Some nights the bus wouldn't even stop, there were just too many kids I was waiting for my ride and I got jumped from behind And I got punctured I got stopped by the cops and they found it in my socks And I got probed But I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend? |
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from The Hold Steady - Separation Sunday (2005)
Holly wore a string around her finger
She said it helps her to remember all the nights that we got over And besides, it ties her outfit all together Holly wore a string around her finger There are strings attached to every single lover But they still can't even tether us together Listen to the back of the theater, I think they really love one another There are strings attached to every single lover When they say great white sharks They mean the kind in big black cars When they say killer whales They mean they whaled on him 'till they killed him up in penetration park Holly wore a cross to ward them off She said if they think you're a Christian then they won't bring in the dogs And if they think you're a Catholic then they'll want to meet your boss Holly wore a cross to ward them off Yeah, there's camps down by the banks of the river And it's sketchy in the night but they mostly lay low in the light Hey sweet recovery, come on, won't you wade into the water with me? You know, there's camps down by the banks of the river When they say black and tans You know they mean the kind from the cans We don't got time to mix it all together I'm a very busy man, man She said I dig those awkward silence 'Cause I grew up in denial and went to school in Massachusetts He said hi, I like to party on the problem blocks And I can't stand it when the banging stops I saw her at the party pit She was shaky but still trying to shake it Half naked and three-quarters wasted She was completely alone I saw him at the riverbank He was breaking bread and giving thanks With crosses made of pipes and planks Leaned up against the nitrous tanks And he said take a hit Hold your breath and I'll dunk your head Then when you wake up again Yeah, you'll be high as hell and born again Yeah, there's strings attached to every single lover There's strings attached to every single lover |
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from The Hold Steady - Separation Sunday (2005)
When he's holding then the streetlamps, they seem an awful lot like spotlights
Yeah, sometimes Charlemagne gets uptight Running numbers between bars, running girls between the cars And sometimes Charlemagne feels alright, alright, alright Charlemagne had eyes just like a lover Last winter there was weather and his eyes just iced right over Cassanova's in the corner and he's asking for a dance Speed shooters driving 'round and coming down and trying to hook up with an entrance ramp Tramps like us and we like tramps Charlemagne's got something in his sweatpants Holly was supposed to be at CCD but she was walking around on shady streets She was looking around for something she could take up to a party And it's not like she's enslaved, it's more like she's enthralled She don't need it but she likes it so she always makes that call First it makes her feel tall, then it makes her feel small and it's all a sweet fleeting feeling They did the "been caught stealing" into "dancing on the ceiling" And you're damn right we danced Charlemagne's got something in his sweatpants Do you want me to tell it like it's boy meets girl and the rest is history, or do you want it like a murder mystery? I'm gonna tell it like a comeback story 'Cause when we left we were defeated and depressed and when we arrived we were ripping high We had a gun in the glove box, we had some sweet stuff tucked into our socks, and Jesus Christ in all His glory |
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from The Hold Steady - Separation Sunday (2005)
You came into the party with a long black shawl
And the guys from the front lawn were making jokes about the white swan Some nights we just need to get touched and rub up against something plush Some nights it's just a crush and some nights it's blood lust She said we might use you later on Meet me right back here around dawn You came into the ER drinking gin from a jam jar And the nurse is making jokes about the ER being like an after bar You know you're weak and effete and I'm coming up from the streets You're up in your loft getting soft and I'm coming up the stairs and I'm coming from the streets She said I love the guys you can't trust Meet me here about dusk I was half dead then I got born again I got lost in all the lights but it was okay in the end And when we hit the twin cities, I didn't know that much about it I knew Mary Tyler Moore and I knew Profane Existence I was keyed up, keys jangled in the stalls They counted money in the motels, they mostly sold it in the malls And the carpet at the Thunderbird Has a burn for every cowboy that got fenced in She said you remind me of Rod Stewart when he was young You've got passion and you think that you're sexy and all the punks think that you're dumb The guys around the lockers got a story about the stomach pump And the guys behind the theater found a body in the garbage dump She got screwed up by religion She got screwed by soccer players She got high for the first time at the camps down by the banks of the Mississippi River Lord, to be seventeen forever She got confused about the truth She came to in a confession She got high for the last time in the camps down by the banks of the river Lord, to be thirty-three forever And she got screwed up by her vision It was scary when she saw him She didn't tell a single person about the camps on the banks of the Mississippi River Lord, to be seventeen forever She got strung out on the scene And she got scared when it got druggy The way the whispers bit like fangs in the last hour of the party Lord, to be thirty-three forever |
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from The Hold Steady - Separation Sunday (2005)
She drove it like she stole it
She stole it fast and with a multitude of casualties She said I shipped it out from Boulder Packed in coffee grounds and wrapped around in dryer sheets We spent a few months just wandering the Sonoma High as hell and shivering and smashed We were trying for a vision quest We opened up three buttons and all we saw was desert trash It's a funny bit of chemistry How a cool car makes a guy seem that much cooler And it's worth noting that throughout history Kids come around the corner to a multitude of casualties We spent a few hours circling the city Like a hawk out on the highways we were looking around for something that just died We heard the deacon's hopeful eulogy At least in dying you don't have to deal with new wave for a second time And after your party We got off the grid We just couldn't get with all those clever kids And now we forage on the frontage roads We drive at night, I guess it just feels somewhat safer Yeah, we scrounge around for sustenance We mostly eat it in the back half of the theaters We spent a few years nodding off in matinees We were high as hell and shivering and smashed We were hoping for an action adventure Or something loud that we could feel through all the Feminax And after the movie We got off the ground Got in your car and crawled around in Lowertown While she was at the citadel he was getting high as hell When she came to in the matinee she was asking around for some place else to stay While he was down in Lowertown she was feeling out the 5:30 folk mass And the night she got born again, he was getting with her little hoodrat friend They did the wade into the water, into one tin soldier She started to cry Youth services always find a way To get their bloody cross into your druggy little messed up teenage life |
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from The Hold Steady - Separation Sunday (2005)
He said what about Los Angeles?
She said we never really made it that far west We scored big in Denver and thought it might be best To go hang around in the upper midwest He said what about New Orleans? She said I don't think you understand what that means All those hangers-on, those girls lifting up their shirts when the cameras come on We were trying to stay away from those kind of scenes And we didn't go to Dallas 'Cause Jackie Onassis said that it ain't safe for Catholics yet Think about what they pulled on Kennedy and then think about his security Then think about what they might try to pull on you and me Saint Barbara, I'm calling your name Don't let me blow up We'll hook it all up I guess there's fields of speed where there's fields of grain Saint Barbara, don't let me explode I can feel the whole scene Starting to corrode When we're fooling around on the frontage roads He asked what happened to Charlemagne She just smiled all polite-like and said something vague She said Charlemagne got caught up in some complicated things Then she wiped at her nose and she winked |
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from The Hold Steady - Separation Sunday (2005)
Nelson Algren came to Paddy at some party at the dead end alley
Yeah, he told him what to celebrate And I met William Butler Yeats, Sunday night dance party, summer 1988 At first I thought it might be William Blake We mix our own mythologies, we push them out through PA systems We dictate our doxologies and try to get sleeping kids to sit up and listen And I'm not saying we could save you, but we could put you in a place where you could save yourself If you don't get born again at least you'll get high as hell Yeah, and sweet St. Paul, that must be the hardest luck saint of them all We met him at some suburban St. Paul mall But when St. Theresa came to Holly, I wasn't even at that party I'd already moved out to New York City When Judas went up and kissed him I almost got sick I guess I knew what was coming I guess I knew it was coming We gather our gospels from gossip and bar talk then we declare them the truth We salvage our sermons from message boards and scene reports and we sic them on the youth We try out new testaments on the guys sitting next to us in the bars with the bars on the windows, alright Even if you don't get converted tonight, you gotta admit the band's pretty tight They did "She's Got Legs" into "Ain't Too Proud To Beg" Into something by the Dixie Dregs And they faked their way through "Fairytale of New York" When the band finished playing we howled out for more Hey Nelson Algren, Chicago seemed tired last night They had cigarettes where there were supposed to be eyes Hey William Butler Yeats, all the Irish seemed wired last night They tried to separate our girls from our guys They had cigarettes where there were supposed to be eyes |
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from The Hold Steady - Separation Sunday (2005)
Hallelujah came to in the confession booth
Infested with infections and smiling on an abscessed tooth Running out on residue and crashing through the vestibule The crucifixion cruise, she climbed the cross and found she liked the view And sat reflecting on the resurrection and dreaming about an old connection And talking loud over lousy connections, she put her mouth around a difficult question She said Lord, what do you recommend to a real sweet girl who's made some not-sweet friends? Lord, what do you prescribe to a real soft girl who's having real hard times? |
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from The Hold Steady - Separation Sunday (2005)
Her parents named her Hallelujah, the kids all called her Holly
And if she scared you then she's sorry, she's been stranded at these parties These parties they start lovely But they get druggy and they get ugly and they get bloody The priest just kinda laughed, the deacon caught a draft She crashed into the Easter mass with her hair done up in broken glass She was limping left on broken heels When she said, "Father, can I tell your congregation how a resurrection really feels?" Holly was a hoodrat, and now you finally know that And she's been disappeared for years, today she finally came back St. Louis had enslaved me, I guess Santa Ana saved me, St. Peter had me on the queue, the St. Paul saints they waved me through I was all wrapped up in some video booth when I heard her say "I love you too" She said I've laid beneath my lovers but I've never gotten laid Some nights she felt protected, some nights she felt afraid She spent half last winter just trying to get paid From some guy she originally thought to be her savior They wrote her name in magic marks on stop signs and subway cars They got a mural up on East 13th that said "Hallelujah, rest in peace" Hallelujah was a hoodrat, and now you finally know that She's been disappeared for years, today she finally came back Walk on back, walk on back She said don't turn me on again I'd probably just go and get myself all gone again Don't turn me on again I'll probably just go and go and get myself all gone again So don't turn me on again I'll probably just go and go and get myself all gone again Hallelujah was a sexy mess, she looked strung out but experienced So we all got kind of curious Walk on back... |
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from The Hold Steady - Almost Killed Me (2004)
Woke up in the '20s and there were flappers and fruits in white suits
It was right before the crash, we got thrashed throughout the '30s Queuing up for soup with scabby sores Then they sent us off to war We came back in the '40s and there were wheelchairs, guns and tickertape We poured it on the floor and we made love to the interstates We got shiftless in the '50s, holding hands and going steady Twisting into dark parts of the large midwestern cities Tripped right through the '60s with some blissful little hippie Some Kennedys got shot while you were screwing San Francisco And the '70s got heavy, we woke up on bloody carpets Got tangled up in gaslines, and I guess that's where it started The '80s almost killed me, let's not recall them quite so fondly Some Kennedy OD'ed while we watched on MTV And in the '90s we were wired and well connected Put it all down on technology and lost everything we invested We gotta start it off with a positive jam We gotta start it with a positive jam, man Gotta start it with a positive jam All the sniffling indie kids: hold steady And all you clustered-up clever kids: hold steady And I got bored when I didn't have a band And so I started a band, man We're gonna start it with a positive jam Hold steady |
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from The Hold Steady - Almost Killed Me (2004)
Pills and powders, baby, powders and pills
We spent the night last night in Beverly Hills This chick, she looked just like Beverly Sills We got killed Tights and skirts, baby, skirts and tights We used to shake it up in Shaker Heights This chick, she looked just like Patty Smythe She seemed shaky but nice She said my name's Rick Danko, baby People call me One-Hour Photo I got some hazardous chemicals So drive around to the window She said my name's Robbie Robertson but people call me Robo I blew red white and blue right into a tissue I came right over the counter just to kiss you I came right over the counter just to kiss you Ginger and Jack and four or five Feminax Psycho eyes and a stovepipe hat A ray of light through tight white rayon slacks We got cracked Shoes and socks, baby, socks and shoes We spent the night last night in Newport News This chick, she looked just like Elizabeth Shue We got bruised She said my name's Steve Perry, baby People call me Circuit City I'm so well connected My UPC is dialed into the system She said my name's Neal Schon but people call me Nina Simone Some people call me Andre Cymone 'Cause I survived the '80s one time already And I don't recall it all that fondly So hold steady It was a blockbuster summer Moving pictures got us through to September They made a movie about me and you They made it half nude and half true It was a bloodsucking summer I spent half the time trying to get paid from our savior Swishing though the City Center I did a couple favors for these guys who looked like Tusken Raiders |
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from The Hold Steady - Almost Killed Me (2004)
Kids with broken hearts, kids with broken bones
Kids with kidney stones giving birth to bloody stereos Systems are all dripping wet with the gristle piss and the swizzlesticks Mary got a bloody nose from sniffing margarita mix She licked her lower lip and then she kissed that Hallelujah chick She came off kind of spicy but she tasted like those pickle chips Thought she was a dancer but her steps they made the records skip She came off kind of crunchy but she went down like a chicken strip Dripping wet with the special sauce She had a confident smile and a nervous cough And we got off She said, "It's good to see you back in a bar band, baby." I said, "It's great to see you're still in the bars." She said, "It's good to see you back in a bar band, baby." I said, "It's great to see you're still in the bars." Went down with a tallboy can and he woke up in a cargo van Went down with the girls gone wild and he woke up with a middle man Went down with like fourteen bucks and woke up with like sixteen grand Went down with some crust punk junk and woke up with a straight edge band That's not how he planned it Holly can't speak, she don't feel all that sweet About the places she sometimes has to go to get some sleep She said "I'm sorry, people think I'm pretty." These clever kids are killing me For one they ain't that clever Number two, it really sucks when you get stuck here with these Trevors This was supposed to be a party Half the crowd is calling out for "Born To Run" The other half is calling out for "Born To Lose" Baby, we were born to choose We got the last call bar band really, really, really big decision blues We were born to bruise We were born to bruise We were born to bruise |
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from The Hold Steady - Almost Killed Me (2004)
I guess you're old enough to know
Kids out on the east coast Roughly twenty years old They got coaxed out by a certain perfect ratio Of warm beer to the summer smoke And the Meat Loaf to the Billy Joel Certain songs they get so scratched into our souls She goes low on the seats when she gets high in her car She looks shallow but she's neck deep in the steamy dreams of the guys along the harbor bars She's pulling out her shirttails and she's jacking up her socks Stern and stoned and confident, coming up towards the jukebox Born into the only songs that everybody finally sings along B-1 is for the good girls and it's "Only The Good Die Young" C-9 is for the making eyes, it's "Paradise By The Dashboard Light" B12 is for the speeders and D4 is for the lovers And the hard drugs are for the bartenders and the kitchen workers and the bartender's friends And they're playing it again And Ellen Foley gives 'em hope And certain songs they get scratched into our souls I guess you're old enough to know Kids out on the west coast are taking off their clothes Screwing in the surf and going out to shows They get high and ride around in GTOs Certain songs they get so scratched into our souls Certain songs they get so scratched into our souls |
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from The Hold Steady - Almost Killed Me (2004)
I've been trying to get people to call me Freddy Knuckles
People keep calling me Right Said Fred And it's hard to keep trying when half your friends are dying And it's hard to hold it steady when half your friends are dead already We got taxmen coming around the back in their kevlar vests Militia men cooking up a batch of the crystal meth We got wars going down in the middle west We got wars going down in the middle western states Kevlar vests against the crystal flakes I've been trying to get people to call me Freddie Mercury But people keep calling me Drop Dead Fred It's hard to take it easy when half your friends are way too easy It's hard to get ahead when half your friends are dead We got taxmen coming around the back in their kevlar vests We got militia men cooking up a batch of the crystal meth And we got wars going down in the middle west We got wars going down in the middle western states Kevlar vests against the crystal flakes And his elbow was a spiderweb With five spiders trapped inside and he said "You know, the last guy, I guess he didn't even have to die But the first four looked so nice, I wanted five." "The first four looked so nice..." I've been trying to get people to call me Sunny D. 'Cause I got the good stuff the kids go for But people keep calling me Five Alive 'Cause the last guy didn't really die, I just lied And the first four didn't really die, I just lied Too many people getting stabbed Getting tangled up in crabs And I've been trying to get people to call me Johnny Rotten But people keep calling me Freddy Fresh And it's hard to take it easy when half your friends are looking way too easy And it's hard to stay in bed when half your friends are dead Taxmen coming around the back in their kevlar vests Militia men cooking up a batch of the crystal meth We got wars going down in the middle west We got wars going down in the middle western states White crosses and wooden stakes |
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from The Hold Steady - Almost Killed Me (2004)
She only pays attention to the prices of cigarettes
She says she hopes they'll get cheaper She only takes the pick-me-uppers To counteract all the put-me-to-sleepers She used to be a receiver Went out deep for guys that looked like Johnny Fever Last winter I swear I thought she might be our savior Went through a skater phase Went through a raver phase I went through a razor blade phase I guess I went through a hundred dollars a day It was dark along the edges of the city But the light shined through behind the reinforced doorways They're tipping over in the taprooms They're shooting through the ceiling and they're bleeding on the floor And yeah, for sure we got dosed We hung out pretty close with some questionable folks We got ideas from some dangerous thinkers We put our mouths up to some dangerous drinks Some nights we almost froze But we rubbed up pretty close to some rock and roll promoters Stayed up pretty late with some rock and roll performers It's always entertaining when you're hanging out with entertainers Went through the publicist To try to get through to the rhythm guitarist We got so high that the audience, they looked just like ants Woke up with the backstage pass in my pants She said, "I used to be a speed shooter I went out deep for guys that looked like Alice Cooper And last winter They had my heart all hooked up to computers." We didn't see the holy ghost But the father and the son they seemed like regular folks Jesus rolled his eyes when his dad made Jesus jokes And he forgave me for my sins He said, "Let this famine end and let the 2-for-1s begin And bless the beasts and the children and the water and the waiters." It's always so creative when you're hangin' out with our Creator And his son, our savior You get your picture in the paper if he lets you in his trailer It's always so amazing When you're finally coming down with entertainers |
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from The Hold Steady - Almost Killed Me (2004)
Payne Avenue lives up to its name
Some nights it's painful and strange The whole city seemed sane in the day But some nights it seems distressed and deranged The east side is where we met with those guys That said they'd get us high but then changed Now they're down in the basement And they're bashing out his brains Kids are getting cut up with the motorcycle chains And St. Paul had it all when we called And they were maxing out on medicine A shaved head and the blood on the bed And those guys you recognize, they got the same tattoos as Gideon Strong stuff and she had more than enough And she was slumping over smiling and sailing off with cherubim The cityscape skins are kinda kicking it again They're gonna show these kids some discipline Gideon's been living up in Bay City, Michigan And he's been workng at the Michelin He got messed up with some messed up magicians We got so high some nights Michigan looked just like a mitten Some nights we got fried Strung out on residuals and visuals and laser shows Reach into the speaker and try to hold on to the quarter notes I always dream about a unified scene I always dream about a unified scene There's James King and King James and James Dean At a table in the corner of my unified scene They want a double order of love and respect They said they just got back from up in Hostile, Massachussetts And girl, I've seen your friend, she looks nothing like Jada Pinkett I think you got something in those cigarettes Gideon was living up in South Minneapolis He was the cowboy on the crosstown bus And all the little phillies at the Yukon Club Are gunning for the goldrush We got tangled in electrical fences We got wrapped up in the indian fringes All the little phillies at the Yukon Club Are gunning for the goldrush Yeah, they just can't get enough |
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from The Hold Steady - Almost Killed Me (2004)
If they ask about Charlemagne
Be polite and say something vague Like another lover lost to the restaurant raids And if they ask why we left in the first place Say we were young and we were so in love And I guess we just needed space We heard about this place they called the United States And we found out Virginia really is for the lovers Philly is full of friendly friends that will love you like a brother Pensacola parties hard with poppers, pills and Pepsi Ybor City is tres speedy, but they throw such killer parties Killer parties almost killed me Killer parties almost killed me And if she says we partied then I'm pretty sure we partied I really don't remember I remember we departed from our bodies We woke up in Ybor City And if she says we partied then I'm pretty sure we partied I really don't remember I remember we departed from our bodies We woke up in Ybor City If she says we partied then I'm pretty sure we partied I really don't remember I remember we departed from our bodies And we woke up in Ybor City |
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