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Empty bottle was half empty, tide was low, and I was thirsty
I saw her sitting at the bar, well you know how some girls are Always making eyes, well she wasn't making eyes So I sidled up beside her, settled down and shouted, "Hi there" My name's Stewart Ransom Miller, I'm a serial lady-killer" She said, "I'm already dead," that's exactly what she said So we tripped the lights fantastic, we was both made of elastic Midnight came and midnight went and I though I was the President She said, "Do you have a car?" and I said, "Do I have a car?" What's so great about the Barrier Reef? What's so fine about art? What's so good about a Good Times Van When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man, yeah My heart wasn't in it, not for one single minute Oh then I went through the motions with her Her on top, and me on liquor, didn't do no good, well I didn't think it would What's so great about the Barrier Reef? What's so fine about art? What's so good about a Good Times Van When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man? When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man? When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man? |
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from Old 97'S - Rhino Hi-Five: Old 97's (2007)
I got a four leaf clover
It ain't done one single lick of good I'm still a drunk, I'm still a loser Living in a lousy neighborhood I got a real live horseshoe And I hung it upside-down above my door But it don't do nothing to attract you So I don't know what the hell it's for Why don't you come over? I'll show you my four leaf clover Who'm I trying to kid? I'm not the kind of guy you'd go for I got a four leaf clover, I ain't got no hope of getting you I got a lucky silver dollar My granddad gave it to me now he's dead Times like this I wish that I could join him Might just stop this pounding in my head Why don't you come over? I'll show you my four leaf clover Who'm I trying to kid? I'm not the kind of guy you'd go for I got a four leaf clover, I ain't got no hope of getting you I ain't got no hope of getting you, I ain't got no hope of getting you, yeah |
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from Old 97'S - Rhino Hi-Five: Old 97's (2007)
What remains of the day remains to be seen
By the TV that we never turn on Each other's enough I never had it so rough Ever since I been gone White noise swells in my head Making me worry it's the summertime But it's the dead of the fall It's the dead of the night hell yes I mind I would give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I couldn't drink enough to make this make sense But I think I'm gonna give it a try There's no settling down There's only driving downstate so I drive I would give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged |
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from Old 97'S - Rhino Hi-Five: Old 97's (2007)
I got a time bomb, in my mind, Mom
I hear it ticking but I don't know why I call the police but they don't like me I hear 'em whispering when I walk by I got a land mine in my bloodline I'm not immune to getting blown apart She's like a claymore, that's what she's there for She's waiting 'round here to get blown apart Having her on my brain's like getting hit by a train She's gonna kill me, oh, Celeste, oh, Celeste Oh, Celeste, oh, Celeste I got a time bomb, in my mind, Mom It's gonna go off but I don't know when I need a doctor to extract her I got a feeling she'd get right back in again I got a time bomb, in my mind, Mom I got it badly for a stick-legged girl She's gonna kill me and I don't mean softly I got it badly for a stick-legged girl Having her on my brain's, getting hit by a train She's gonna kill me, oh, Celeste, oh, Celeste Oh, Celeste, oh, Celeste Oh, Celeste |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
Empty bottle was half empty, tide was low, and I was thirsty
I saw her sitting at the bar, well you know how some girls are Always making eyes, well she wasn't making eyes So I sidled up beside her, settled down and shouted, "Hi there" My name's Stewart Ransom Miller, I'm a serial lady-killer" She said, "I'm already dead," that's exactly what she said So we tripped the lights fantastic, we was both made of elastic Midnight came and midnight went and I though I was the President She said, "Do you have a car?" and I said, "Do I have a car?" What's so great about the Barrier Reef? What's so fine about art? What's so good about a Good Times Van When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man, yeah My heart wasn't in it, not for one single minute Oh then I went through the motions with her Her on top, and me on liquor, didn't do no good, well I didn't think it would What's so great about the Barrier Reef? What's so fine about art? What's so good about a Good Times Van When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man? When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man? When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man? |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
Big brown eyes and a gust of wind
And the cherry burns the corner of the page that says "The end is coming soon", but not soon enough Restring all your guitars, pack up all your stuff 'Cause if Robert's dad is right We might not make it through the night And I'd hate to go alone Please pick up the phone Well, a box of red and a pill or three And I'm calling time and temperature just for some company I wish you were here, I wish I was too I'll drink myself to sleeplessness, I always do You don't want me anymore Since fame and fortune broke down our door You don't give me no respect What did I expect? If that phone don't ring one more time I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind You made a big impression for a girl of your size Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes Her hands are cold, her breath is warm She's a port in a storm I'm worried now but it won't be long It takes a worried man, you know, to sing a worried song I've got issues, yeah Like I miss you, yeah And I wish I weren't so thick I'm making myself sick If that phone don't ring one more time I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind You made a big impression for a girl of your size Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
can't get a line to telephone you
why you holing your company? I been moaning Oh! Lonesome Me you made a pigeon of my heart and I'd go anywhere to know you take a long way coming back be your yellow bedroom cab making bread in your heaven and you're the reason im losing all my sleep 'cause I just can't get what I want I'm spinning out I'm pocket sized I'm gonna catch that flyer I'm gonna see it shine yeah you're waking up my one desire but I cant get a line can't get a to telephone you and I ponder your hold on me I been moaning Oh! lonesome Me you made a pigeon of my heart and I'd go anywhere to know you take the long way comming back be your yellow bedroom cab making bread in your heaven |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
Well, I turned my microwave on and I cooked my chicken ravioli
The last ten years of my life I?ve been feeling kind of lonely I don?t do love, I don?t do women named Hannah I don?t do red haired girls from Louisiana I?m suffering from a kind of indecision About what I?m a gonna watch on television I?ll dream tonight of dancing in Coahulia With a little brown haired girl and her tequila My mama always seems to sing the same song You?ll never meet no decent girls at Dallas honky tonks What she says is true, with that I must agree ?Cause any girl worth having wouldn?t have a thing to do with me I?m suffering from a kind of indecision About what I?m a gonna watch on television I?ll dream tonight of dancing in Coahulia A little brown haired girl and her tequila I?m sitting here just to a sucking on my cavity, cavity I'm thinking of the things they used to say to me, tragedy And I?m suffering from a kind of indecision About a little brown haired, a little brown haired A little brown haired girl and her tequila |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
Cryin', cryin'
Cryin' drunk Walker lives on the island I'm still stuck in the south Walker lives off his hands now I still live off my mouth The only difference is you've got integrity, I don't Only difference is I'll do a lot of things you won't You'd like to think I'm sleeping very peacefully, I'm not I'm cryin' drunk, I'm cryin' drunk, I'm cryin' Walker says you're a Cancer I just think you're a flu Oh, but then again I'm a Virgo I'm no match for you Yeah, the only difference is that I pretend that it's alright So cut up pretendin' I can make it through the night You'd like to think I'm sleeping very peacefully, I'm not I'm cryin' drunk, I'm cryin' drunk I'm cryin', I'm cryin', I'm cryin', I'm cryin' drunk The only difference is you've got integrity, I don't Only difference is I'll do a lot of things you won't You'd like to think I'm sleeping very peacefully, I'm not I'm cryin' drunk, I'm cryin' drunk, I'm cryin' drunk I'm cryin' |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
Standin' on the corner of 6th and how to forget
Tryin' to do right by you all night, Annette. You can go ahead and get married And this'll be our secret thing. I won't tell a soul except the people in the nightclub where I sing. I don't wanna get you all worked up, Except secretly I do. I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you. I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you. Standin' on the corner of 6th and where do I go The parade shut down now the rain is runnin' the show. Where did all these people come from And how soon can they leave? Normally I'd be headin' to it But I need to get some sleep Though I do wish you'd come over but I'm warning you if you do I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you. I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you. Standin on the corner of 6th and where do I get Tryin' to do right by you all night, Annette. This would only be an experiment In things that could have been And you can go ahead and get married And it'll probably never happen again I don't mean to make you excited except secretly I do. I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you. I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you. I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you. I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
When I first met Doreen
She was barely seventeen She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar The way she tossed 'em back I would've had a heart attack But as it is I let her drive my car We galloped through the boroughs Like a pair of horny thoroughbreds Until I said, "Stop the car, Doreen" Well, you can roll your eyes and nod But I swear that I saw God in the moonlight On a side street in the wreckage we call Queens Doreen, Doreen, last night, I had an awful dream You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen Come clean, Doreen, come clean, Doreen Well, I'm pulling into Cleveland In a seven-seater tour van There's eight of us, so I'm sleeping on the floor The guy that plays the banjo Keeps on handing me the old crow Which multiplies my sorrow, I can't take it anymore Doreen, Doreen, last night, I had an awful dream You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen Come clean Doreen, come clean, Doreen Now I'm begging and I'm pleading "Well pull over guys, I'm bleeding There's a fina off the highway with a phone" I'm calling you, Doreen But it rings and rings and rings Where is it that you are, if you aren't in our bed at home Doreen, Doreen, last night, I had an awful dream You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen Come clean, Doreen, come clean, Doreen |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
I got a four leaf clover
It ain't done one single lick of good I'm still a drunk, I'm still a loser Living in a lousy neighborhood I got a real live horseshoe And I hung it upside-down above my door But it don't do nothing to attract you So I don't know what the hell it's for Why don't you come over? I'll show you my four leaf clover Who'm I trying to kid? I'm not the kind of guy you'd go for I got a four leaf clover, I ain't got no hope of getting you I got a lucky silver dollar My granddad gave it to me now he's dead Times like this I wish that I could join him Might just stop this pounding in my head Why don't you come over? I'll show you my four leaf clover Who'm I trying to kid? I'm not the kind of guy you'd go for I got a four leaf clover, I ain't got no hope of getting you I ain't got no hope of getting you, I ain't got no hope of getting you, yeah |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
I was a debater
Was not a stoner or an inline skater Was not a player or a player hater I was just a bookworm on a respirator Who's to say that's wrong? I was in the chess club Didn't have a swimming pool much less a true love Didn't have a dalliance much less a hot tub I was just a brain whose brain never let up Who's to say that's wrong? The twelve years after five are years we're lucky to survive Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away Went out for the football team Found out the hard way that you can't live your dad's dream Had pretty thin skin to be in the machine Then I found a guitar and the rest's a fanzine Who's to say that's wrong? The moral of the song is that the high school kids are wrong You know they have been all along come graduation day, you'll be gone Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away The moral of the song is that the high school kids are wrong You know they have been all along, come graduation, you'll be gone Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away In memory far away |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
I remember the Alamo, I don't recall who won
They had swords, they had horses, I hear we had mighty guns Like the ones from Navarone last night on Channel 21 It's a long way back to El Paso It was early Monday morning in the Central Standard Zone You were quiet like the TV, hung up like the telephone You were sleeping next to me, I might as well have been alone It's a long way back to El Paso And if my heart was a car You would have stripped it a long time ago And if my heart was a car You would have stripped it a long time ago And if my heart was a car You would have stripped it down and sold it off To the greasy man in the salvage lot As it is it's just a heart No, no, it ain't worth nothin' I ain't talkin' 'bout tomorrow, I'm talkin' 'bout tonight You told me you were drunk already, that don't make it right You want at me, well, have at it, 'cause I'm in the mood to fight And it's a long way back to El Paso And if my heart was a car You would have stripped it a long time ago And if my heart was a car You would have stripped it a long time ago And if my heart was a car You would have stripped it a long time ago And if my heart was a, and if my heart was a And if my heart was a car And if my heart was a car You would have stripped it a long time ago And if my heart was a car You would have stripped it a long time ago And if my heart was a car |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
What remains of the day remains to be seen
By the TV that we never turn on Each other's enough I never had it so rough Ever since I been gone White noise swells in my head Making me worry it's the summertime But it's the dead of the fall It's the dead of the night hell yes I mind I would give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I couldn't drink enough to make this make sense But I think I'm gonna give it a try There's no settling down There's only driving downstate so I drive I would give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
It was a lonely holiday
I was alone, you were away In Fayetteville or in another state There's so many towns I hate When you leave me, it breaks me like a bone But it's never as bad as when you come home I've thought so much about suicide Parts of me have already died Lonely, baby I'm not lonely Baby I'm not, I've got my imaginary friends Happy, baby I'm so happy Baby I'm so, I've got my imaginary friends And if you don't love me, would you please pretend? It was a lonely holiday I was alone, I was afraid The bedroom walls were closing in It must be closing time again When you leave me, it breaks me like the note That you said got stuck in your throat I've thought so much about suicide Parts of me have already died Lonely, baby I'm not lonely Baby I'm not, I've got my imaginary friends Happy, baby I'm so happy Baby I'm so, I've got my imaginary friends And if you don't love me, would you please pretend? Lonely, baby I'm not lonely Baby I'm not, I've got my imaginary friends Happy, baby I'm so happy Baby I'm so, I've got my imaginary friends And if you don't love me, would you please pretend? And if you don't love me, would you please pretend? |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
First thing I remember knowin' was a lonesome whistle blowin'
And a young one's dream of growing up to ride On a freight train leaving town, not knowing where I'm bound No one could steer me right but mama tried One and only rebel child, family meek and mild My mama seemed to know what lay in store Despite of all my Sunday learnin', bad I kept on turnin' 'Til mama couldn't hold me anymore I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole No one could steer me right, but mama tried, mama tried Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied That leaves only me to blame, 'cause mama tried Dear old daddy rest his soul, left my mom a heavy load She tried so very hard to fill his shoes Working hours without rest, wanted me to have the best She tried to steer me right but I refused I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole No one could steer me right, but mama tried, mama tried Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied That leaves only me to blame, 'cause mama tried That leaves only me to blame, 'cause mama tried That leaves only me to blame, 'cause mama tried |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
And the hole in the screen is barely big enough for you
And not near enough for me to go And the whole damn complicated Situation could've been avoided if I'd only shut the window And I may be leavin' myself open To a murder or a heart attack But I'm leavin' the back door open 'Til you come back, 'til you come back And I may be movin' myself closer To a real untimely end But I'm leavin' the back door open 'Til you come home again, you come home again And I told the neighbors, I put pictures up And handed out some flyers at the show And the whole town speculating Situations could've been avoided if I'd only shut the window And I may be leavin' myself open To a murder or a heart attack But I'm leavin' the back door open 'Til you come back, 'til you come back And I may be movin' myself closer To a real untimely end But I'm leavin' the back door open 'Til you come home again, you come home again 'Til you come home again And I may be leavin' myself open To a murder or a heart attack But I'm leavin' the back door open 'Til you come back, 'til you come back And I may be movin' myself closer To a real untimely end But I'm leavin' the back door open 'Til you come home again, you come home again 'Til you come home again, 'til you come home |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
Me and this girl we've been falling in love
Beneath the quarter moon, beneath the quarter moon Me and this girl I've been living above On a road called Oppenheimer Tar on the roof there were stars in her hair Beneath the quarter moon, beneath the quarter moon Me and this girl we were going somewhere On a road called Oppenheimer Me and this girl we've been working it out We've got a long way to go, we've got a long way to go Me and this girl we've been having it out On a road called Oppenheimer Me and this girl we've been getting it on Beneath the quarter moon, beneath the quarter moon Watching it go 'til it's all the way gone On a road called Oppenheimer And the days gonna be today and the time is gonna be right now No I'm never gonna fall for anyone else but her And the place is gonna be right here On a road called Oppenheimer, Oppenheimer Me and this girl we been falling in love Beneath the quarter moon, beneath the quarter moon Me and this girl I've been dreaming above On a road called Oppenheimer Tar on the roof there were stars in her hair Beneath the quarter moon, beneath the quarter moon Me and this girl we were going somewhere On a road called Oppenheimer And the days gonna be today and the time is gonna be right now No I'm never gonna fall for anyone else but her And the place is gonna be right here On a road called Oppenheimer, Oppenheimer Oppenheimer, Oppenheimer Me and this girl we've been working it out We've got a long way to go, we've got a long way to go |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
Roller skate skinny and the terrible twos
How can you have everything and nothing to lose You and nobody see eye to eye You're gonna wake up with a ghost instead of a guy Bulletin board on the wall of a church Soaking up the city from a top-step perch You're gonna break down on a midnight date Gonna curse this town, you're gonna run late You're pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny Pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny Do you want to meet up at the Pickwood Bowl We could knock nine down and leave one in the hole Wouldn't be here if the Athenia hadn't sunk Or if Dear ol Dad hadn't got so drunk Every other day is a kick in the shins Every other day it's like the day just wins But you make it all right, you make it OK You make me sorta glad that I waited till today You're pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny Pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny (guitar break) Roller-skate skinny and the terrible twos Two years in and it's time to choose Love feels good when it sits right down, puts its feet up on the table it Sends a bowl around Ain't nobody gonna see eye to eye With a girl who's only gonna stand collarbone high Rain's gonna come in fair-sized drips And we're gonna go to heaven wearing paper-hat ships You're pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny Pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny I believe in love, but it don't believe in.... I believe in love, but it don't believe in me I believe in love, but it don't believe in me (repeat) |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
Salome, uncross your heart
I know what goes on inside, it's over before it starts Stay all night, yeah I'll wait right here The full moon might work magic, girl but I won't disappear And I'm tired of makin' friends and I'm tired of makin' time And I'm sick to death of love and I'm sick to death of tryin' And it's easier for you, oh it's easier for you And it's easier for you, it's easier for you Salome, untie my hands Well I'll find another lady and you'll wreck another man It's over now, yeah and so are we My blood's turned to dirt, girl you broke every part of me And I'm tired of makin' friends and I'm tired of makin' time And I'm sick to death of love and I'm sick to death of tryin' And it's easier for you, oh it's easier for you And it's easier for you, oh it's easier And I'm tired of makin' friends and I'm tired of makin' time And I'm sick to death of love and I'm sick to death of tryin' And it's easier for you, yeah it's easier for you And it's easier for you, oh it's easier for you And it's easier for you, oh it's easier for you, oh |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
She's a singer and I'm a smoker
I'm dragging it up all my extra store She was singing and I was smoking Saving butts all I can afford I'm just smoking up what I got heavy into Dragged it up, coughed it up Sat up wondering where you gone to All for your return I drank, what wouldn't burn And called your name but you never came She's a singer and I'm a smoker I'm dragging it up all my extra store She was singing and I was smoking Saving butts all I can afford I'm just sitting up it's late, it's getting rough It's two o'clock, black and white Ceilings got no good advice All for your return I drank what wouldn't burn And called your name but you never came She's a singer and I'm a smoker I'm dragging it up all my extra store She was singing and I was smoking Saving butts all I can afford |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
Well I must have been stoned when this whole started,
'Cause I just can't seem to think straight anymore. Can't figure out where I'm at, maybe Memphis, maybe Mexico. I think you're swell but I ain't gonna tell you so. I think you're great but it's late and I'd better go. Hitchhike to Rhome. Take the Greyhound to Fredericksburg. Well I'm flat broke, I've been smoking butts for days. You say, |
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The new kid, he's got money
The money I deserve He's got the goods But he's not good for his word I should be rolling in it Up in it working stuff As for the justice no one Knows where it went I'm gonna toil away Until my judgment day I will be rewarded For the good things I did Believe me every year There is another one here Don't you see I used to be the new kid I am sorry to say You'll get carried away Oh, you will be replaced You will be replaced I tell you again Don't get too settled in Oh, you will be replaced You will be replaced The new kid, he's got my girl The girl I used to have He's got the looks you know But not from his dad I should be kissing that girl We should be so in love There is no justice There's just dark stars above I'm gonna toil away Until my judgment day I will be rewarded For the good things I did Believe me every year There is another one here Don't you see I used to be the new kid Believe me every year There is another one here Don't you see I used to be the new kid I am sorry to say You'll get carried away Oh, you will be replaced You will be replaced I tell you again Don't get too settled in Oh, you will be replaced You will be replaced By the new kid, by the new kid Oh, by the new kid, by the new kid, oh |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
One old brown shoe falls in slow motion
And the bedsprings hover right above your head As bed springs do, when you're beneath them Someone else just climbed into your bed By the time she thought you'd probably got to Phoenix She'd arranged for your shoes to be filled Well, you've got your pride and a blue-steel '45 Waited for the other shoe to fall And you waited for the other shoe to fall Dig a double grave out in the meadow And you'll curse the rain that turns the dirt to mud You'll take 35 south towards Laredo And you'll try to find a doctor that'll prescribe an elixir That'll make everything better except your late wife and her lover By the time she thought you'd probably got to Phoenix She'd sealed her fate and gotten herself killed You've got your pride and a blue-steel '45 Waited for the other shoe to fall And you waited for the other shoe to fall And you waited for the other shoe to fall |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
Sunset on a tube
Red wine by the hourglass Do you Understand Long night below the underpass Heart shaped like a question mark Im gonna break it down like its a sentence Get bent like a bottle cap Theyre either Foreigners Or theyre against us Why am i so willing To be the Villain How come I'm killin myself How come Im killing myself Doo Doo Doo + yodeling Black Screen on a plane Holed up above the city line Lone nights in a drone Long nights in the summer time Run down like a criminal Im gonna break it down like its a sentence Get bent like a bottle cap Theyre either foreigners or theyre against us Why am i so willing To be the Villain How come I'm killin myself How come Im killing myself Doo Doo Doo + yodeling |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
I got a time bomb, in my mind, Mom
I hear it ticking but I don't know why I call the police but they don't like me I hear 'em whispering when I walk by I got a land mine in my bloodline I'm not immune to getting blown apart She's like a claymore, that's what she's there for She's waiting 'round here to get blown apart Having her on my brain's like getting hit by a train She's gonna kill me, oh, Celeste, oh, Celeste Oh, Celeste, oh, Celeste I got a time bomb, in my mind, Mom It's gonna go off but I don't know when I need a doctor to extract her I got a feeling she'd get right back in again I got a time bomb, in my mind, Mom I got it badly for a stick-legged girl She's gonna kill me and I don't mean softly I got it badly for a stick-legged girl Having her on my brain's, getting hit by a train She's gonna kill me, oh, Celeste, oh, Celeste Oh, Celeste, oh, Celeste Oh, Celeste |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
Well the road maps of West Texas never gave me good advice
The trains all roll where the roads don't go, now I lay awake at night Just wondering where the rest is so I hit that iron gate And I yelled good-bye to that wife of mine, I may be running late I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home I made my bed, so here I lie I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye Though I felt a lonesome feeling in Dulce, New Mexico I was happier than I'd ever been in my El Paso home But I thought about the woman whom I left to roam the land And I cried so much it dug a rut they call the Rio Grande I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home I made my bed, so here I lie I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye And my destination is written upon my feet And the stars above are about the only company I keep So raise my pass and take my seat I'm rolling fast with a teardrop on my cheek So I guess there'll be no family, so I guess there'll be no wife Gonna roll away on an old steel dray, it's gonna be my life And the road maps I been reading, I never came to figure out All I know is I'd explode by any other route I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home I made my bed, so here I lie I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home I made my bed, so here I lie I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye And I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye And I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
Why aren't you here? It's almost 4 a.m.
I finished up all of your beer, now I'm startin' on your gin I went through your diary, flipped through your phone book Called all your friends, I just wanna know where you been I just wanna know where you been I pulled back your sheets, now I'm crawlin' in your bed Every drink's one more defeat and every footstep hurts my head I don't want excuses, I don't wanna hear that you were out with your friends I just wanna know where you been, I just wanna know where you been I hope you crash your momma's car I hope you pass out in some bar I hope you catch some kinda flu Let's say I wish the worst for you I hope you're happy with yourself I hope you found somebody else 'Cause I ain't askin' you again I just wanna know where you been I just wanna know where you been Why am I here? I've got better things to do I could hang out on the pier down by the Hudson, sniffin' glue I guess I'm a looser, but I like being miserable, swimming in sin I just wanna know where you been, I just wanna know where you been I hope you crash your momma's car I hope you pass out in some bar I hope you catch some kinda flu Let's say I wish the worst for you I hope you're happy with yourself I hope you found somebody else 'Cause I ain't askin' you again I just wanna know where you been I just wanna know where you been I just wanna know where you been I just wanna know where you been |
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from Old 97'S - Alive & Wired (2005)
You're a bottlecap away, from pushing me too far Well the problem's getting big, and it's a compact car So I won't feel so bad, I did all I could do Now I'm on wounded knee And we're at waterloo So please get out of my car I was born in the backseat of a mustang On a cold night, in a hard raid And the very first song that the radio sang, It was "I won't be home no more" You're a rattle-trap tonight, my ears are getting tired So listen for awhile, before this thing expired It was bound to fail because of where I'm from Now the moon's at four o'clock and it's high time Kingdom come So please get out, of my car I was born in the backseat of a mustang On a cold night, in a hard rain And the very first song that the radio sang It was "I won't be home no more" I was born in the backseat of a mustang On a cold night, in a hard rain And the very first song that the radio sang It was "I won't be home no more" And I won't be home no more I'm pulling off the road, I'm opening the door I'm giving you the pavement, I'm telling you what for You're no more than a thought And you're getting smaller in my rearview mirror Yeah, you're getting smaller in my rearview Yeah, you're getting smaller I was born in the backseat of a mustang On a cold night, in a hard rain And the very first song that the radio sang It was "I won't be home no more" And I won't be home no more I was born in the backseat of a mustang On a cold night, in a hard rain And the very first song that the radio sang It was "I won't be home no more" I won't be home no more |
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from Old 97'S - Drag It Up (2004)
Heaven I need a drug Her eyes are all but fized upon her coffee cup And looking down she tells you things are looking uo Take another slug Heaven I had a dream But now my life's a nightmare of efficiency She rattles off the things she never got for free Gearing up to scream I remember when I had you and you had so much promise then You promised me that you would never leave again To be broken you were made, Adelaide Heaven I need a rest I recognized the voices talking in my head I couldn't make out everything the voices said Loving you is a test I remember when I had you and you had so much promise then You promised me that you would never leave again To be broken you were made, Adelaide Heaven I need a drink They're paying me to do my thing They never specify what it is I should bring I'm right up on the brink I remember when I had you and you had so much promise then You promised me that you would never leave again To be broken you were made, Adelaide I remember when I had you and you had so much promise then You promised me that you would never leave again To be broken you were made, Adelaide To be broken you were made, Adelaide To be broken |
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from Old 97'S - Drag It Up (2004)
These storms they gather forces unbeknownst to fools like me
They hide on the horizon too far gone to see I could have swore the heart you wore upon your sleeve was mine I could not see in front of me you were leaving I was blind Blinding sheets of rain that's what I'm blaming I must have been blind not to see that you would leave Now you are gone and the world is an ugly place And I pray good Lord send more blinding sheets of rain I love you, lost it's meaning to shipwrecked fools like me The rain is never ending there's no ships out to see We have not seen a good night since these thunderstorms rolled in I pray God please send them back and make me blind again Blinding sheets of rain that's what I'm blaming I must have been blind not to see that you would leave Now you are gone and the world is an ugly place And I pray good Lord send more blinding sheets of rain And I pray good Lord send more blinding sheets of rain And I pray good Lord send more blinding sheets of rain |
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from Old 97'S - Drag It Up (2004)
She drove a blue car around Bloomington
She was a thin girl but she had substance She said that most girls who come to Bloomington Only come here to find husbands The existence of God was confirmed By the way she unfolded herself alongside And I tried to harden my heart But she wouldn't let me, she wouldn't let me Oh oh Bloomington, Bloomington When the rest of the world is over and done Oh oh you'll still be the only one I'll ever love Bloomington In a park that doubled as a parking lot There was music it was free Oh the girl in pink took a sip of my drink And laid down next to me Yeah the way she unfolded herself Was an earthquake a hurricane tidal wave flood This is love baby this is love The moment she let me, the moment she let me Oh Bloomington, Bloomington When the rest of the world is over and done Oh oh you'll still be the only one I'll ever love Bloomington She drove a blue car around Bloomington She was a thin girl but she had substance She said that most girls who come to Bloomington Only come here to find husbands Bloomington, Bloomington When the rest of the world is over and done Oh oh you'll still be the only one I'll ever love Bloomington She drove a blue car around Bloomington She was a thin girl but she had substance She said that most girls who come to Bloomington Only come here to find husbands Bloomington, Bloomington When the rest of the world is over and done Oh oh you'll still be the only one I'll ever love Bloomington Bloomington, Bloomington When the rest of the world is over and done You'll still be the only one I'll ever love Bloomington You'll still be the only one I'll ever love Bloomington |
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from Old 97'S - Drag It Up (2004)
The hat on your head the ghosts before breakfast
The lump in your throat the name on her necklace She's certain she'll never be caught You can buy her things now but she'll never be bought The cat on her mind the ring in her tan-line The lowering lids the perfume is white wine She's certain her karma is good Glass houses won't burn but you know this would So take her inside she's your borrowed bride And you'll never guess how much she has not cried Life comes apart at the seams it seems Life comes apart at the seams It rings only once when you sit down to dinner You knew all was lost when she named you the winner You are certain of nothing at all Except that it's late but it's not the last call So take her inside she's your borrowed bride And you'll never guess how much she has not cried Life comes apart at the seams it seems Life comes apart at the seams it seems Life comes apart |
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from Old 97'S - Drag It Up (2004)
I turned my microwave on and I cooked my chicken ravioli
The last ten years of my life I've been feeling kind of lonely I don't do love, I don't do women named Hannah And I don't do red haired girls from Louisiana I'm suffering from a kind of indecision About what I'm going to watch on television And I'll dream tonight of dancing in Coahuila With a little brown haired girl and her tequila My mama always seems to sing the same song You'll never meet no decent girls at Dallas honky-tonks What she says is true with that I must agree 'Cause any girl worth having wouldn't have a thing to do with me And I'm suffering from a kind of indecision About what I'm going to watch on television And I'll dream tonight of dancing in Coahuila With a little brown haired girl and her tequila I'm sitting here just sucking on my cavity, cavity Thinking of the things you used to say to me tragedy And I'm suffering from a kind of indecision About a little brown haired girl, a little brown haired girl A little brown haired girl and her tequila |
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from Old 97'S - Drag It Up (2004)
I was a debater
Was not a stoner or an inline skater Was not a player or a player hater I was just a bookworm on a respirator Who's to say that's wrong? I was in the chess club Didn't have a swimming pool much less a true love Didn't have a dalliance much less a hot tub I was just a brain whose brain never let up Who's to say that's wrong? The twelve years after five are years we're lucky to survive Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away Went out for the football team Found out the hard way that you can't live your dad's dream Had pretty thin skin to be in the machine Then I found a guitar and the rest's a fanzine Who's to say that's wrong? The moral of the song is that the high school kids are wrong You know they have been all along come graduation day, you'll be gone Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away The moral of the song is that the high school kids are wrong You know they have been all along, come graduation, you'll be gone Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away Hang in there friends forever, in memory far away In memory far away |
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from Old 97'S - Drag It Up (2004)
Time knows you're done
Time as you fall I'm in the middle, letters you've signed In your cursive, cursive style Going down tonight It's different for boys and girls I've got your number, I know who you are You're a satellite on the world And I feel it slowing And I feel it slowing down And I feel it slowing And I feel it slowing down You didn't have the right To go so many a mile Ain't a good woman who rolls out of sight She could honestly stay a while So roll on as you like Yeah, roll in the sand like a stone I've got your number, I know who you were You were a satellite all alone And I feel it slowing And I feel it slowing down And I feel it slowing And I feel it slowing down And I feel it slowing And I feel it slowing down And I feel it slowing And I feel it slowing down And in the satellite rides a star And in the satellite rides a star And in the satellite rides a star |
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from Old 97'S - Drag It Up (2004)
There was a girl back in my town
But I shouldn't bring up what I can't put down She was above reproach in every way One day I left the town I'm from And as hard as I tried she would not come along She left me alone in every way People are laughing and they're having such fun I wish it was happening to me This is the moonlight The very same moonlight, so how happy can I be? Now I'm alone and I'm at large What kind of fool puts me in charge? God, it's a lonely way I'm living these days There was a girl back in my town That I couldn't get over she won't come 'round You know she left me alone in every way People are laughing and they're having such fun I wish it was happening to me This is the moonlight The very same moonlight, so how happy can I be? This is the moonlight The very same moonlight, so how happy can I be? |
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from Old 97'S - Drag It Up (2004)
In the valley of the shadows, I'm waiting
For mother and the other ones I love So know I'll always love you Until we meet above In the battle of the bottle I'm an innocent And the breaking of glass I'm lost In the shadow of a downtown overpass My last I did exhaust No, no, no mother Should ever have to lose a son No, no, no never Especially not such a handsome one In the middle of the meadow, I'm waiting For mother and the other ones I love There's no good why this came to pass There's only just because No, no, no mother Should ever have to lose a son No, no, no never Especially not such a handsome one In the valley of the shadows, I'm waiting For mother and the other ones I love So know, I'll always love you Until we meet above No, no, no mother Should ever have to lose a son No, no, no never Especially not such a handsome one No, no, no, no mother Should ever have to lose a son No, no, no, no never Especially not such a handsome one |
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from Old 97'S - Drag It Up (2004)
She's a singer and I'm a smoker
I'm dragging it up all my extra store She was singing and I was smoking Saving butts all I can afford I'm just smoking up what I got heavy into Dragged it up, coughed it up Sat up wondering where you gone to All for your return I drank, what wouldn't burn And called your name but you never came She's a singer and I'm a smoker I'm dragging it up all my extra store She was singing and I was smoking Saving butts all I can afford I'm just sitting up it's late, it's getting rough It's two o'clock, black and white Ceilings got no good advice All for your return I drank what wouldn't burn And called your name but you never came She's a singer and I'm a smoker I'm dragging it up all my extra store She was singing and I was smoking Saving butts all I can afford |
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from Old 97'S - Drag It Up (2004)
The new kid, he's got money
The money I deserve He's got the goods But he's not good for his word I should be rolling in it Up in it working stuff As for the justice no one Knows where it went I'm gonna toil away Until my judgment day I will be rewarded For the good things I did Believe me every year There is another one here Don't you see I used to be the new kid I am sorry to say You'll get carried away Oh, you will be replaced You will be replaced I tell you again Don't get too settled in Oh, you will be replaced You will be replaced The new kid, he's got my girl The girl I used to have He's got the looks you know But not from his dad I should be kissing that girl We should be so in love There is no justice There's just dark stars above I'm gonna toil away Until my judgment day I will be rewarded For the good things I did Believe me every year There is another one here Don't you see I used to be the new kid Believe me every year There is another one here Don't you see I used to be the new kid I am sorry to say You'll get carried away Oh, you will be replaced You will be replaced I tell you again Don't get too settled in Oh, you will be replaced You will be replaced By the new kid, by the new kid Oh, by the new kid, by the new kid, oh |
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from Old 97'S - Drag It Up (2004)
To drink as if lovers of the ultra-familiar
Hover above her as she's checking you out Wander around her but never sleep with her Watch her though windows as she pours herself out You're scoring her shipwrecks with fiddles and dobios Laugh at the plainclothes police the crowd Carry her under like water, ether Spirit her off when the music's too loud And it's written all over the face of the daughter Of the mayor of Marble Falls When she winds up in Denton town Doing the Valium waltz Dream of the day when your memory is fickle Pine for a time when your mind is made up Wonder how long 'fore you're pear-shaped and wrinkled Wind up on window-sills all knotted up And it's written all over the face of the daughter Of the mayor of Marble Falls When she winds up in Denton town Doing the Valium waltz When she winds up in Denton town Doing the Valium waltz When she winds up in Denton town Doing the Valium waltz |
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from Old 97'S - Drag It Up (2004)
You're a bottlecap away, from pushing me too far Well the problem's getting big, and it's a compact car So I won't feel so bad, I did all I could do Now I'm on wounded knee And we're at waterloo So please get out of my car I was born in the backseat of a mustang On a cold night, in a hard raid And the very first song that the radio sang, It was "I won't be home no more" You're a rattle-trap tonight, my ears are getting tired So listen for awhile, before this thing expired It was bound to fail because of where I'm from Now the moon's at four o'clock and it's high time Kingdom come So please get out, of my car I was born in the backseat of a mustang On a cold night, in a hard rain And the very first song that the radio sang It was "I won't be home no more" I was born in the backseat of a mustang On a cold night, in a hard rain And the very first song that the radio sang It was "I won't be home no more" And I won't be home no more I'm pulling off the road, I'm opening the door I'm giving you the pavement, I'm telling you what for You're no more than a thought And you're getting smaller in my rearview mirror Yeah, you're getting smaller in my rearview Yeah, you're getting smaller I was born in the backseat of a mustang On a cold night, in a hard rain And the very first song that the radio sang It was "I won't be home no more" And I won't be home no more I was born in the backseat of a mustang On a cold night, in a hard rain And the very first song that the radio sang It was "I won't be home no more" I won't be home no more |
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from Old 97'S - Satellite Rides (2001)
When you were just a little girl in Pine Bluff,
Daddy disappeared without a trace. Now there's no more little girls in Pine Bluff, They all ran like tears out of this place. (Chorus) Am I too late Am I too late Tell you that I love you Now they've carried you away (repeat) Never thought that you would see a sickbed, Never thought that you'd stop bein' 'round. Now I hear you're lost and gone forever, Just like all the other girls in town. (Chorus) Now I hear that you have gone to Heaven, And if there's one, I'm sure that's where you are. Maybe you're the new star in the night sky, Just outside the moonroof on my car. (2x Chorus) Tell you that I love you Now they've carried you away Tell you that I love you Now they've carried you away Tell you that I love you Now they've carried you away |
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from Old 97'S - Satellite Rides (2001)
I left you last night on the left coast
I'm writin' you a letter right now The things that you do are rendering you Something I can't live without Maybe maybe I've got a pulse now Maybe my heart's on fire A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage Is worth a bird on a telephone wire Left you last night on the left side The land of the free to be burned Well the heat of your touch is makin' it such That I've forgotten everything I've learned Maybe maybe I've got a problem Maybe my heart's a liar A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage Is worth a bird on a telephone wire Yeah a bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage Is worth a bird on a telephone wire And I may be a bird in a cage But it least it's your cage And I may be a bird in a cage But it least it's your cage Left you last night on the left half Of the bed, the half that used to be mine The way that you sleep is the image I'll keep Always on the edge of my mind Maybe maybe I've got a reason For livin' even though I'm so tired A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage Is worth a bird on a telephone wire A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage Is worth a bird on a telephone wire And I may be a bird in a cage But it least it's your cage And I may be a bird in a cage But it least it's your cage Maybe maybe you are the only One my heart's desired A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage Is worth a bird on a telephone wire A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage Is worth a bird on a telephone wire A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage Is w |
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from Old 97'S - Satellite Rides (2001)
Rowboat lightning I kissed her yeah it didn't mean a thing
Seems like years ago it was yesterday Fire drill yell freeze don't hang around long face disease I got a book of poems that's gonna set you free Well it's bad luck and it's a hard luck story And I'm sorry I ain't sticking around I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough Well it's a sick world and sixteen days I got nightmares every night I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough Hardcore uptown not the kind of place you wanna settle down I only walked her home but that was bad enough Two trains yell freeze it was a head-on cold now it's a love disease I got a book of poems you gotta see to believe |
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from Old 97'S - Satellite Rides (2001)
Do you wanna mess around?
Do you wanna spend the night? I've known both kinds of love But i want to get it right this time I don't wanna settle down I don't want to make no plans Exept for what i'm gonna do With a pair of idle hands Chorus: They're tearing the buick city complex down I think we're the only people left in town Where are you gonna move, where are you gonna move? Do you wanna mess around? Do you wanna be my girl Do you wanna be my friend Do you wanna start it off Just to see how it will end Do you wanna mess around? I mean deep down in your bones In hotel swimming pools On public telephones They're tearing the buick city complex down I think we're the only people left in town Where are you gonna move, where are you gonna move? Do you wanna mess around? Repeat chorus |
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from Old 97'S - Satellite Rides (2001)
can't get a line to telephone you
why you holing your company? I been moaning Oh! Lonesome Me you made a pigeon of my heart and I'd go anywhere to know you take a long way coming back be your yellow bedroom cab making bread in your heaven and you're the reason im losing all my sleep 'cause I just can't get what I want I'm spinning out I'm pocket sized I'm gonna catch that flyer I'm gonna see it shine yeah you're waking up my one desire but I cant get a line can't get a to telephone you and I ponder your hold on me I been moaning Oh! lonesome Me you made a pigeon of my heart and I'd go anywhere to know you take the long way comming back be your yellow bedroom cab making bread in your heaven |
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from Old 97'S - Satellite Rides (2001)
Standin' on the corner of 6th and how to forget
Tryin' to do right by you all night, Annette. You can go ahead and get married And this'll be our secret thing. I won't tell a soul except the people in the nightclub where I sing. I don't wanna get you all worked up, Except secretly I do. I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you. I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you. Standin' on the corner of 6th and where do I go The parade shut down now the rain is runnin' the show. Where did all these people come from And how soon can they leave? Normally I'd be headin' to it But I need to get some sleep Though I do wish you'd come over but I'm warning you if you do I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you. I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you. Standin on the corner of 6th and where do I get Tryin' to do right by you all night, Annette. This would only be an experiment In things that could have been And you can go ahead and get married And it'll probably never happen again I don't mean to make you excited except secretly I do. I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you. I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you. I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you. I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have designs on you |
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from Old 97'S - Satellite Rides (2001)
I was in a real bad way
When you turned the power on And you made me feel for all the world Like I was the king of all the world I was on a window ledge When you came upon me there Everything was upside for the moment Right around the time I had to get going Can't count me out Cause I've got your number You make me feel like I'm The king of all of the world King of all of the world The king of all of the world Now I'm on my way up north All its gonna do is rain And I'm gonna want to go back to the world Where I was the king of all of the world Can't count me out Cause I've got your number You make me feel like I'm The king of all of the world King of all of the world The king of all of the world I was in a real bad way When you turned the power on And you made me feel so right at home I wonder if I'm ever gonna get back home Can't count me out Cause I've got your number You make me feel like I'm The king of all of the world King of all of the world The king of all of the world If I wander out Of a picture window |
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from Old 97'S - Satellite Rides (2001)
In the court of our friends' opinion,
In the right cut eyes of all our friends, In the way the phone goes dead, In the way you lose your head, I can see how this thing is gonna end. In the darkest hours of my depression, In the tumbling rocks it takes to mend, In the way you cross your legs, In the way my right hand shakes, I can see how this thing is gonna end. Goodbye, Goodbye! From a nervous guy Goodbye, Goodbye! From a nervous guy From a nervous guy When the smoke pours into the bedroom, When the man comes 'round collectin' all our friends, When the loved one finally learns that the fire no longer burns, I can see how this thing is gonna end. Goodbye, Goodbye! From a nervous guy Goodbye, Goodbye! From a nervous guy From a nervous guy From a nervous guy |
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from Old 97'S - Satellite Rides (2001)
She woke from a dream
Her head was on fire Why was he so nervous? He took her to the park She crossed her arms And lowered her eyelids Someday, somebody's gonna ask you A question that you should say |
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from Old 97'S - Satellite Rides (2001)
Roller skate skinny and the terrible twos
How can you have everything and nothing to lose You and nobody see eye to eye You're gonna wake up with a ghost instead of a guy Bulletin board on the wall of a church Soaking up the city from a top-step perch You're gonna break down on a midnight date Gonna curse this town, you're gonna run late You're pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny Pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny Do you want to meet up at the Pickwood Bowl We could knock nine down and leave one in the hole Wouldn't be here if the Athenia hadn't sunk Or if Dear ol Dad hadn't got so drunk Every other day is a kick in the shins Every other day it's like the day just wins But you make it all right, you make it OK You make me sorta glad that I waited till today You're pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny Pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny (guitar break) Roller-skate skinny and the terrible twos Two years in and it's time to choose Love feels good when it sits right down, puts its feet up on the table it Sends a bowl around Ain't nobody gonna see eye to eye With a girl who's only gonna stand collarbone high Rain's gonna come in fair-sized drips And we're gonna go to heaven wearing paper-hat ships You're pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny Pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny I believe in love, but it don't believe in.... I believe in love, but it don't believe in me I believe in love, but it don't believe in me (repeat) |
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from Old 97'S - Satellite Rides (2001)
I'm gonna tend a bad fire until you come around
I'd sing you real live love songs If I could get the feeling down I want to make you happy but the devil's out my way So I'll just pack up everything Roll it out and up the devil's pay I want to cause a bad scene but I gotta change my ways I want to hear your sound again I want to see you 'round someday I want to make you happy but the devil's out my way So I'll just pack up everything Roll it out and up the devil's pay And it seems no one can comfort me To take me from this station where I'm at 'cause the things I love are leaving me and it's taking every single piece it's a grade-A mess and it's cutting teeth it's a big black wind that's blowing back of me I'm gonna roll up everything into a big red sun boil til the room's insane wave my rattles on and on I want to make you happy but the devil's out my way So I'll just pack up everything Roll it out and up the devil's pay |
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from Old 97'S - Satellite Rides (2001)
I reckon Heaven is a place Where time is nonexistent, yeah And the things that are important, yeah Don't take any time at all An awful lot like like outer space Where everything is weightless, yeah Even heavy things are weightless, yeah Don't take up any space at all CHORUS Right on, right on Oh yeah it's so clear All the bad things are gone All the good things are here Right on, right on Oh yeah it's so clear All the bad things are gone All the good things are here Almost exactly like this place Where you and I are fighting, yeah I'm so sick and tired of fighting, yeah Up there we'll never fight at all REPEAT CHORUS I reckon Heaven is a place Where everything is weightless, yeah Even heavy things are weightless, yeah Up there we'll never fight at all. |
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from Old 97'S - Satellite Rides (2001)
your cracking up on a radio in a tunnel below the city
and i'm losing you 'cause you move too slow and i'm wishing you could keep up with me i'm in love with you but i don't know why it gets so complicated though you have not left you have said goodbye and i'm wishing that we could have made it what i wouldn't do to be friends with you what i wouldn't do what i wouldn't do what i wouldn't do to be friends with you what i wouldn't do what i wouldn't do you're bearing it up on a thunderstorm on a long red stretch of highway and i'm wondering if i would be home if it was anybody else's birthday i'm in love with you but i kill myself trying to figure out how to do it you're on a pedestal i'm on the edge of a shelf you know i'm moving ever closer to it |
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from Old 97'S - Fight Songs (1999)
I watch, as it stops for a girl,
A moment, elaborate and weak. I am easy in her midst, Why elaborate, when there's no need to? But I do, all night, My words ring like money off a bar. But she's here, asleep now, One can only go alone so far. One can only go alone so far. I dream of a deep dark grave, Seven feet below Saint Augustine. And she's so easy in her breathing, Why fall in love, when there's no need to? But we do all night, Sleep like spoons, forget whom we are. But she's here, and she's wound down now. One can only go alone so far. One can only go alone so far. |
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from Old 97'S - Fight Songs (1999)
There was a fine rain
There was a red wine There was a long whistle and it was a good sign There was a band playin' Somewhere off-screen There was a girl sayin' |
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from Old 97'S - Fight Songs (1999)
Well the room was Mediterranean and the meaning was two-
fold We got busted by your mother though you're 29 years old And the pictures wrapped in cellophane like sandwiches or stamps Burned holes in my pockets and in the inseam of my pants And your graduation date is in absentia today And you wished you was there with her, but you told her not to stay And the redwoods and the oak trees and the double yellow lines Although they're in perfect symmetry they keep imperfect time I don't mean no, I don't mean maybe, I'm indefinitely, I'm indefinitely I don't mean no, I don't mean maybe, I'm indefinitely, I'm indefinitely And the car was Japanese perhaps or Hungarian and blue And it followed you down highway one, kept almost out of view And it symbolizes something although you don't know what it is Like loneliness and longing for a future perfect kiss I don't mean no, I don't mean maybe, I'm indefinitely, I'm indefinitely I don't mean no, I don't mean maybe, I'm indefinitely, I'm indefinitely And the second hand's the first thing that you see when you wake up It rolls by in slow motion and you rub it for good luck Time is gonna tell your little secrets to me There's a frightened girl inside of you, I'm gonna set her free I don't mean no, I don't mean maybe, I'm indefinitely, I'm indefinitely I don't mean no, I don't mean maybe, I'm indefinitely, I'm indefinitely I don't mean no, I don't mean maybe, I'm indefinitely, I'm indefinitely |
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from Old 97'S - Fight Songs (1999)
What remains of the day remains to be seen
By the TV that we never turn on Each other's enough I never had it so rough Ever since I been gone White noise swells in my head Making me worry it's the summertime But it's the dead of the fall It's the dead of the night hell yes I mind I would give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I couldn't drink enough to make this make sense But I think I'm gonna give it a try There's no settling down There's only driving downstate so I drive I would give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged I'd give anything not to feel so jagged |
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from Old 97'S - Fight Songs (1999)
There was a half a harvest moon up on the hillside
Our love is made almost entirely of downside Who would have thought it could feel so much better then? Now there's a half a million things I wanna tell you They tap the phone line and the speaker at the drive thru Who would have thought it could feel so much different then? Downtown, so weak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Now there's strange way and awkward feelings I'm bouncing off the wall, I'm talking to the ceilings Who would have thought it could feel so bad sometimes? Now there's a half a million reasons we can argue You're right in front of me now and there's no one to talk to Who would have thought it could feel so bad sometimes? Downtown, so weak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak (Solo) Downtown, so weak Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak) Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak) Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak) Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak) Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak) Let the idiot speak (Let the idiot speak) Let the idiot |
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from Old 97'S - Fight Songs (1999)
It was a lonely holiday
I was alone, you were away In Fayetteville or in another state There's so many towns I hate When you leave me, it breaks me like a bone But it's never as bad as when you come home I've thought so much about suicide Parts of me have already died Lonely, baby I'm not lonely Baby I'm not, I've got my imaginary friends Happy, baby I'm so happy Baby I'm so, I've got my imaginary friends And if you don't love me, would you please pretend? It was a lonely holiday I was alone, I was afraid The bedroom walls were closing in It must be closing time again When you leave me, it breaks me like the note That you said got stuck in your throat I've thought so much about suicide Parts of me have already died Lonely, baby I'm not lonely Baby I'm not, I've got my imaginary friends Happy, baby I'm so happy Baby I'm so, I've got my imaginary friends And if you don't love me, would you please pretend? Lonely, baby I'm not lonely Baby I'm not, I've got my imaginary friends Happy, baby I'm so happy Baby I'm so, I've got my imaginary friends And if you don't love me, would you please pretend? And if you don't love me, would you please pretend? |
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from Old 97'S - Fight Songs (1999)
And the hole in the screen is barely big enough for you
And not near enough for me to go And the whole damn complicated Situation could've been avoided if I'd only shut the window And I may be leavin' myself open To a murder or a heart attack But I'm leavin' the back door open 'Til you come back, 'til you come back And I may be movin' myself closer To a real untimely end But I'm leavin' the back door open 'Til you come home again, you come home again And I told the neighbors, I put pictures up And handed out some flyers at the show And the whole town speculating Situations could've been avoided if I'd only shut the window And I may be leavin' myself open To a murder or a heart attack But I'm leavin' the back door open 'Til you come back, 'til you come back And I may be movin' myself closer To a real untimely end But I'm leavin' the back door open 'Til you come home again, you come home again 'Til you come home again And I may be leavin' myself open To a murder or a heart attack But I'm leavin' the back door open 'Til you come back, 'til you come back And I may be movin' myself closer To a real untimely end But I'm leavin' the back door open 'Til you come home again, you come home again 'Til you come home again, 'til you come home |
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from Old 97'S - Fight Songs (1999)
Me and this girl we've been falling in love
Beneath the quarter moon, beneath the quarter moon Me and this girl I've been living above On a road called Oppenheimer Tar on the roof there were stars in her hair Beneath the quarter moon, beneath the quarter moon Me and this girl we were going somewhere On a road called Oppenheimer Me and this girl we've been working it out We've got a long way to go, we've got a long way to go Me and this girl we've been having it out On a road called Oppenheimer Me and this girl we've been getting it on Beneath the quarter moon, beneath the quarter moon Watching it go 'til it's all the way gone On a road called Oppenheimer And the days gonna be today and the time is gonna be right now No I'm never gonna fall for anyone else but her And the place is gonna be right here On a road called Oppenheimer, Oppenheimer Me and this girl we been falling in love Beneath the quarter moon, beneath the quarter moon Me and this girl I've been dreaming above On a road called Oppenheimer Tar on the roof there were stars in her hair Beneath the quarter moon, beneath the quarter moon Me and this girl we were going somewhere On a road called Oppenheimer And the days gonna be today and the time is gonna be right now No I'm never gonna fall for anyone else but her And the place is gonna be right here On a road called Oppenheimer, Oppenheimer Oppenheimer, Oppenheimer Me and this girl we've been working it out We've got a long way to go, we've got a long way to go |
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from Old 97'S - Fight Songs (1999)
Heartbreak, old friend, goodbye it's me again
Of late, I've had some thought of movin' in Of all the many ways a man will lose his home Well, there ain't none better than the girl who's movin' on True love, I knew thought some of leavin' you Bad thoughts I had, when valentines were due Of all the many ways a man will break his heart Well there ain't none meaner than he pulls his own apart Valentine, the destroyer, valentine, you belong In the stars, where you are, always rollin' on Cried, I've cried till I couldn't carry on It's a lonely, lonely feelin' when your valentine was wrong It's a lonely, lonely feelin' when your valentine was wrong Heartbreak, old friend, goodbye it's me again Of late, I've had some thought of movin' in Of all the many ways a man will lose his home Well, there ain't none better than the girl who's movin' on Valentine, the destroyer, valentine, you belong In the stars, where you are, always rollin' on Cried, I've cried till I couldn't carry on It's a lonely, lonely feelin' when your valentine was wrong It's a lonely, lonely feelin' when your valentine was wrong Of all the many things that you were countin' on Well, there ain't none better than the girl who's movin' on No, there ain't none better than the girl who's movin' on No, there ain't none better than the girl who's movin' on |
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from Old 97'S - Fight Songs (1999)
Well the hour is late for a visit on a whim
Well the hour is late for a quiet drunken talk I don't begrudge you the anger in your voice No I don't begrudge you anything at all 'Cause I know...that the time is scarce in Laredo with your friends Your on hoiday, on a bender, in a daze You find all nite food in a diner full of noise Where the bad mood walks like ants across your plates Chorus: 'Cause I know what this is This is what we talk about When we talk about love When we talk about love Yeah I know what this is This is what we talk about When we talk about love When we talk about love Well the city lights are on fuses that have blown So the city sleeps, 'cause there's nothin else to do Well the couch is deep and the phone receiver's warm I miss you much too badly to convey to you Repeat Chorus |
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from Old 97'S - Too Far To Care (1997)
Empty bottle was half empty, tide was low, and I was thirsty
I saw her sitting at the bar, well you know how some girls are Always making eyes, well she wasn't making eyes So I sidled up beside her, settled down and shouted, "Hi there" My name's Stewart Ransom Miller, I'm a serial lady-killer" She said, "I'm already dead," that's exactly what she said So we tripped the lights fantastic, we was both made of elastic Midnight came and midnight went and I though I was the President She said, "Do you have a car?" and I said, "Do I have a car?" What's so great about the Barrier Reef? What's so fine about art? What's so good about a Good Times Van When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man, yeah My heart wasn't in it, not for one single minute Oh then I went through the motions with her Her on top, and me on liquor, didn't do no good, well I didn't think it would What's so great about the Barrier Reef? What's so fine about art? What's so good about a Good Times Van When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man? When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man? When you're working on a broken, working on a broken Working on a broken man? |
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from Old 97'S - Too Far To Care (1997)
Big brown eyes and a gust of wind
And the cherry burns the corner of the page that says "The end is coming soon", but not soon enough Restring all your guitars, pack up all your stuff 'Cause if Robert's dad is right We might not make it through the night And I'd hate to go alone Please pick up the phone Well, a box of red and a pill or three And I'm calling time and temperature just for some company I wish you were here, I wish I was too I'll drink myself to sleeplessness, I always do You don't want me anymore Since fame and fortune broke down our door You don't give me no respect What did I expect? If that phone don't ring one more time I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind You made a big impression for a girl of your size Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes Her hands are cold, her breath is warm She's a port in a storm I'm worried now but it won't be long It takes a worried man, you know, to sing a worried song I've got issues, yeah Like I miss you, yeah And I wish I weren't so thick I'm making myself sick If that phone don't ring one more time I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind You made a big impression for a girl of your size Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes |
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from Old 97'S - Too Far To Care (1997)
In a hotel room just off Times Square it's like a closet
I can watch the dancing class go round. In a hotel room that costs as much as my apartment I can watch the working class go down. And it's enough to make a crooked man go straight - Broadway, Broadway. In a hotel room just off Times Square they made a monster He was unaware of what went down. Fattening him up just like a calf before a slaughter He'd had his fill of hollow town. And it's enough to make a stupid man think straight Broadway, Broadway And it's enough to make a crooked man go straight Broadway, Broadway, Broadway, Broadway. |
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from Old 97'S - Too Far To Care (1997)
In a western town, beneath the northern lights,
where the pine trees pine for the fall of night, you believe in cards, you believe in signs and I'll be leavin' soon, but I'm here tonight. On a mountainside, well below the stars, keep your lovers eyes in mason jars and I should be scared but I feel no fear, 'cause I'll be leavin' soon, tonight I'm here. [Chorus] And even if you are the one, and even if the cards are all true, when the curtain calls, oh baby, what's a boy to do? When the curtain calls, oh baby, what's a boy to do? Well the Southern P. moved her family down. Then along came me to her sleepy town. I don't believe in cards, I don't believe in signs, but I'll be leavin' soon. I'm here tonight. And even if you are the one, and even if I tried to be true, when the curtain calls, oh baby, what's a boy to do? When the curtain calls, oh baby, what's a boy to do? In a western town, beneath the northern lights, where the pine trees pine for the fall of night, don't believe in me, did I make that clear? 'cause I'll be long gone soon, tonight I'm here. And even if you were the one, I didn't wanna walk out on you, but when the curtain calls, oh baby, what's a boy to do? When the curtain calls, oh baby, what's a boy to do? When the curtain calls, oh baby, what's a boy to do? |
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from Old 97'S - Too Far To Care (1997)
I got a four leaf clover
It ain't done one single lick of good I'm still a drunk, I'm still a loser Living in a lousy neighborhood I got a real live horseshoe And I hung it upside-down above my door But it don't do nothing to attract you So I don't know what the hell it's for Why don't you come over? I'll show you my four leaf clover Who'm I trying to kid? I'm not the kind of guy you'd go for I got a four leaf clover, I ain't got no hope of getting you I got a lucky silver dollar My granddad gave it to me now he's dead Times like this I wish that I could join him Might just stop this pounding in my head Why don't you come over? I'll show you my four leaf clover Who'm I trying to kid? I'm not the kind of guy you'd go for I got a four leaf clover, I ain't got no hope of getting you I ain't got no hope of getting you, I ain't got no hope of getting you, yeah |
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from Old 97'S - Too Far To Care (1997)
Do you wanna wind up in a graveyard?
Like a number on a scorecard. They're gonna wrap you up in corn silk They're gonna cry like you were spilled milk. You'd better take another Quaalude And get yourself corkscrewed. I understand that you got cold feet But why'd you have to take 'em down a side street? I must be dumber than a spit curl cause I got hung up on a showgirl Now I look like I'm a scarecrow I might as well go on a talk show CHORUS And this ain't home anymore Its just four walls and a floor Home is where you get the goods for free This is just the house that used to be Yeah the house that used to be You're gonna wind up in a graveyard Like another girl who co-starred They're gonna wrap you up in corn silks They're gonna cry like you were spilled milk And in the far off wail of freight trains And in the lonely howl of Great Danes I hear the girl I lost forever I hear the girl I lost forever CHORUS |
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from Old 97'S - Too Far To Care (1997)
Just like California was not even there
Since it's gone I'm so withdrawn I ain't got no one nowhere Right beside the ocean my darlin' Clementine Well the water got high and she never got dry and She was a water sign CHORUS: Time is on my bad side Halfway there just wouldn't be fair So I'm goin' all the way tonight Halfway there just wouldn't be fair So I'm goin' all the way tonight Just like California to make a fool of me Steal the sideshow, burn the disco Slide into the sea I'm a thinking person, and I think that it's wrong To keep on saying true love's waiting When true love is long gone (repeat chorus) |
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from Old 97'S - Too Far To Care (1997)
In the front row at the Melt show
I fell in love with you and that was three weeks ago. We fooled around, you let me have it for free. Yeah it worked out real nice I showed you how to and you showed me paradise. Now you're killing time, and it's killing me. Is this more than some old summer fling? And this thing we have, will it mean anything? When October rolls around will you sober up and let me down? Will you sober up and let me? There's a schoolyard out the back door. I used to love it but I don't believe in school no more. You don't learn anything, you're just waitin' around. With your big brains and your know-how, If there's a reason you'd have figured it out by now. A little gettin' some's good, while you're waitin' around. Is this more than some old summer fling? And this thing we have, will it mean anything? When October rolls around will you sober up and let me down? Will you sober up and let me? Now my bad dream is my best friend, You were here last night but now you're gone again. I'm getting tired of you getting tired of me. Is this more than some old summer fling? And this thing we have, will it mean anything? When October rolls around will you sober up and let me down? Will you sober up and let me down? Will you sober up and let me? |
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from Old 97'S - Too Far To Care (1997)
Eighteen-hundred miles from this old niteclub
A girl is turning twenty-two today How am I supposed to entertain you? My fingertips are worthless when my mind's so far away Eighteen hundred miles from Manhattan The niteclub yawns and opens up its doors Thank God that I don't have to pay the cover Every night I'm broker than I was the night before This old niteclub stole my youth Yeah this old niteclub stole my true love It follows me around from town to town I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down Yeah I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down [Incomprehensible] Telephones make strangers out of lovers Whiskey makes the strangers all look good Well my angel of the morning is in mourning My life was misspent, don't let me be misunderstood And this old niteclub stole my youth Yeah this old niteclub stole my true love It follows me around from town to town I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down Yeah I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down Yeah I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down |
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from Old 97'S - Too Far To Care (1997)
Salome, uncross your heart
I know what goes on inside, it's over before it starts Stay all night, yeah I'll wait right here The full moon might work magic, girl but I won't disappear And I'm tired of makin' friends and I'm tired of makin' time And I'm sick to death of love and I'm sick to death of tryin' And it's easier for you, oh it's easier for you And it's easier for you, it's easier for you Salome, untie my hands Well I'll find another lady and you'll wreck another man It's over now, yeah and so are we My blood's turned to dirt, girl you broke every part of me And I'm tired of makin' friends and I'm tired of makin' time And I'm sick to death of love and I'm sick to death of tryin' And it's easier for you, oh it's easier for you And it's easier for you, oh it's easier And I'm tired of makin' friends and I'm tired of makin' time And I'm sick to death of love and I'm sick to death of tryin' And it's easier for you, yeah it's easier for you And it's easier for you, oh it's easier for you And it's easier for you, oh it's easier for you, oh |
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from Old 97'S - Too Far To Care (1997)
I've been down, I've been down too far to care -
I keep getting in my car but I'm not going anywhere. And I've been had, well at least that's how it looks - And it's not funny like on TV and it's not smart like ti is in books. And I wonder yeah I wonder how the world keeps spinnin' 'round. Where's a boy with bad intentions gonna settle down? And I don't know what you've been told, The streets of where I'm from are paved with hearts instead of gold. Yeah the streets of where I'm from are paved with hearts instead of gold. I recall, when I was twenty-three - Wondering how anyone could fall in love with me. But now I'm old, hell I'm well past twent-five - And I can't seem to fall in love no matter how I try. And I wonder where I'll wind up but I'm headed west I know. Wind my way through Texas and into New Mexico, And I don't know what you've been told, The streets of where I'm from are paved with hearts instead of gold. Yeah the streets of where I'm from are paved with hearts instead of gold. And I don't know what you've been told, The streets of where I'm from are paved with hearts instead of gold. Yeah the streets of where I'm from are paved with hearts instead of gold. Yeah the streets of where I'm from are paved with hearts instead of gold. |
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from Old 97'S - Too Far To Care (1997)
I got a time bomb, in my mind, Mom
I hear it ticking but I don't know why I call the police but they don't like me I hear 'em whispering when I walk by I got a land mine in my bloodline I'm not immune to getting blown apart She's like a claymore, that's what she's there for She's waiting 'round here to get blown apart Having her on my brain's like getting hit by a train She's gonna kill me, oh, Celeste, oh, Celeste Oh, Celeste, oh, Celeste I got a time bomb, in my mind, Mom It's gonna go off but I don't know when I need a doctor to extract her I got a feeling she'd get right back in again I got a time bomb, in my mind, Mom I got it badly for a stick-legged girl She's gonna kill me and I don't mean softly I got it badly for a stick-legged girl Having her on my brain's, getting hit by a train She's gonna kill me, oh, Celeste, oh, Celeste Oh, Celeste, oh, Celeste Oh, Celeste |
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from Old 97'S - Too Far To Care (1997)
Well the road maps of West Texas never gave me good advice
The trains all roll where the roads don't go, now I lay awake at night Just wondering where the rest is so I hit that iron gate And I yelled good-bye to that wife of mine, I may be running late I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home I made my bed, so here I lie I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye Though I felt a lonesome feeling in Dulce, New Mexico I was happier than I'd ever been in my El Paso home But I thought about the woman whom I left to roam the land And I cried so much it dug a rut they call the Rio Grande I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home I made my bed, so here I lie I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye And my destination is written upon my feet And the stars above are about the only company I keep So raise my pass and take my seat I'm rolling fast with a teardrop on my cheek So I guess there'll be no family, so I guess there'll be no wife Gonna roll away on an old steel dray, it's gonna be my life And the road maps I been reading, I never came to figure out All I know is I'd explode by any other route I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home I made my bed, so here I lie I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home I made my bed, so here I lie I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye And I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye And I'm rolling West Texas teardrops in my eye |
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