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1. |
Fruiting Stages
02:23
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Oh yes...
She's in the fruiting stages, yes
And she's juzz a broodin' faded mess
So don't make her mean... don't make her mean
I guess...
She's juzz a bitch this time of month
And she's juzz a vicious stuck-up cunt
so don't make a scene, don't make a scene
Rollin' out before she's off the clock
She got you livin' under a rock
got you livin' under a rock
Bends you over bales of clover, though
She got a safety word you don't know
...got a safety word you don't know know know know know know know
Oh yes...
....
You are a spot on the ceiling of... her planetarium
You are a lot like a jellyfish... in her aquarium...
Oh yes...
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2. |
Nostalgia & Regret
03:06
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When the winter thaws inside you
all the boughs that used to hide you
move away so light can find you
let the cold wind blow behind you
every season has a reason, heaven knows
Every diamond in the gutter
every window locked and shuttered
every heart you fail to flutter
every word you fail to utter
makes a library of nostalgia and regret
Wrote a library of nostalgia and regret
this is what I get
tried to write my way home
I know that you never really get what yer owed
that you'll never catch a kiss I don't blow
that you like a lighter load...
you can't always get it, though
Every coupon in the ghetto
every calmly drawn stiletto
every hill you couldn't pedal
every crack in yer falsetto
is a nightmare both recurring and severe
Time will ride you like a beater
she's a dirty rotten cheater
she's a lock and you can't pick it
she's a clock and you can't trick it
like a library of nostalgia and regret
Wrote a library of nostalgia and regret
this is what I get
tried to write my way home
I know... that you never really get what yer owed
that you'll never catch a kiss I don't blow
that you're never really rich 'til yer sold...
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3. |
I Don't Change
03:00
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Well...
When I was little I was easily amused
had a box, had a rock, had a wild imagination
My education was a haze of malaise but
I could read, write and everything...
Repetition isn't easy to beat
I repeat, I repeat...
every tune I ever whistled
And this'll be the death of me, I believe
dead-alive in a child-like state
The more that you say that yer life is OK
and you like it that way
no you don't because you don't like anything
The more that you say that you get what you take
and you give half away
no you don't because you don't give anything
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4. |
T.V. Privileges
02:39
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I want my T.V. privileges reinstated
I tried yer way and, um...
I didn't get a thing done, do you?
I never get a single thing done...
Only now after everything goes around
and there isn't anybody left to burn
it's a lucky thing that we found
after hours in the shower
Now it's wreckin' every secong yer away
every move is a mistake
That's the only risk you take
Oh yer mom and dad are old and rattled too
'cause they don't know what to do and if they did
they wouldn't do it anyway neither would you...
Only now after everyone turns around
and there isn't anybody left to turn
it's a tricky thing to rebound
after hours in the show
Now some dummy tried to steal my clientele
so I pushed him down a well
now he's suckin' cock in hell
Oh my mom and dad are old and rattled too
because they don't know what to do and if they did
they wouldn't do it anyway neither would I...
I want my T.V. privileges reinstated
I tried yer way and, um...
I didn't get a thing done, do you?
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5. |
Ain't Too Hard
01:41
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I wanna live in yer pocket, girl
I only eat just a little
it ain't too hard... ain't too hard
I stick my finger in yer socket girl
make ya wiggle--
it ain't too hard.... ain't too hard
I'd break my fingers one by one
for you to skim me like pond scum
I've been around for a year and a month
but you don't get the riddle
it ain't too hard... ain't too hard
I'll break my fingers one by one
until you skim me like pond scum
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6. |
Toothpicks and Glue
01:42
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Sign a line and yer caught in an ancient scam
Wined and dined on the spot, makes you feel like a big man
Right away
my friends were on T.V.
By the way
I'm lookin' at you but you can't see me
Right away
my friends were on T.V.
There's a revenue share
but my dog doesn't care
Right away
my friends were on T.V.
By the way
I'm lookin' at you but you can't see me
I'm workin' with toothpicks and glue
I shoulda gone to trade school
I'm workin' with toothpicks and glue
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7. |
Get Yer Fill
01:34
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Touch my hand
when you get yer fill
when you get yer fill
but you never will
You can get more money
you can get more pills
but you never will get yer fill
Tie me down
to the ol' railroad
to the ol' railroad
where the whistle blows
Well it might sound funny
and it might sound bold
but you never will get yer fill
Things are changin'
and yer body's agin'
and yer turnin' pages
on the back of the bus on the back of the bus
And the leaves are turnin'
and you're preachin' sermons
like yer Howard Thurman on the bus
I'm a man with a million needs
with a million needs
and a bag of seeds
Well I might plant somethin'
and it might grow green
but I never will get my fill
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8. |
Open Up Yer Eyes
02:51
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over the ages we have become
full of outrageous paranoid junk
open up yer eyes
don't wait for a good time
you can analyze and magnify a flea
until you can't see it
open up yer eyes
no such thing as a good time
you can analyze and magnify a flea
until you can't see
it comes in stages over the years
and it rattles cages and brings you to tears
open up yer eyes
don't wait for a good time
you can analyze and magnify a flea
until you can't see it...
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9. |
Quest Star
00:48
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10. |
Gypsie Huggin'
01:23
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Passed her on the street
She sold limes a dime a piece
with a cobweb catchin' flies like me
she's a gypsy from Poughkeepsie, I'm a wreck
She's a long, wet road and I don't have a change of clothes
Sings an English song
but her accent's way too strong
So I hide my pride between my legs
She's a gypsy from Poughkeepsie, got me pegged
She's a long, wet road and I don't have a change of clothes
Don'tcha mess up yer life on gypsie huggin'
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11. |
Way Down, Irene
02:07
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There's a place where the reckless are bound
We'll be livin' there when they smoke out this town
I like you fine, Irene
Can't change my mind about Irene
She's a mess-- a 100 proof mess
bullet in her ear, and a book on her chest
But I like you fine, Irene
can't change my mind about Irene
When we wake up, I'll reach out
to my broken-english friend
and we'll get a room
if you really want to...
I like you fine, Irene...
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12. |
Dorito Dust Pneumonia
01:21
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I got Dorito dust pneumonia
Pneumonia in my lung
I got Dorito dust pneumonia
Pneumonia in my lung
Well I went to the doctor...
he said I ain't got long
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13. |
Save Some Face
01:35
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Save some face
Nobody taught you to be that way
You will be haunted by what you say
and it all seems a little too dangerous
Change yer ways
You better pick up the mess you made
Nobody taught you to be that way
and it all seems a little too dangerous
You were ejected from Sunday school
for yer coarse reenactments of Blue Lagoon
You are a misanthrope in yer messy room
and it all seems a little too dangerous
You got the mouth of a river too
What a terrible waste of a liver
You are like a rattlesnake in a petting zoo
Like a genuine vessel of evil, now
I was the guy who helped move yer mattress
over the rail and up to the second floor and
I didn't anticipate compensation but
who do I have to blow for a "thank you"?
Save some face
Nobody taught you to be that way
You will be haunted by what you say
and it all seems a little too dangerous
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14. |
You Better Believe It
02:27
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you better believe
that the timing is right
and the stars in the sky
are aligned white lights
and if history is any indication, in fact
he'll hit hard for yer love but you'll crawl right back
i believe
you better believe it,
you better believe it
he hits hard for yer love
believe
you better proceed
with some caution tonight
cuz the dude in yer bed's
in the mood fer a fight
and if history is any indication of that
he'll hit hard for yer love but you'll come right back
i believe
you better believe it,
you better believe it
he hits hard for yer love
honey, please
on the one hand, he's a sick man
on the otha, he's my brotha
you better believe, you better believe...
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15. |
Clean, Clean Livin'
01:13
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While I admire yer clean, clean livin'
yer girlfriend's givin' me chills...
So go drown yer pride in the Mississippi river
and bring me my whiskey and pills
I've been known to get unpredictable and violent
when you threaten the few things that bring me joy
So you better lose that smug self-righteous look of superiority
and stop clicking yer tongue and waggin' yer goddamn finger in my face
I'm a grown man-- I can have a drink or smoke
without it being a cry for therapy or religion
cuz I pay my bills and contribute to society and love my family too...
so go fuck yer moral crusade right up the ass
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16. |
Apology Letter
02:17
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Night time or dawn, whichever one
puts you to sleep is the best space out a lot
catch yer death. I believe in casually setting aside
what bugs you
Someday I'm gonna feel so much better
cuz I'm a-gonna write an apology letter
i don't care who I spurn or the bridges I burn
Courtesy call, Mr. Sinatra
can I pass you a copy of my 8 x 10?
I can't relate to you today if it was a
very good year
Someday...
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17. |
Crash & Burn
02:28
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i can see the bright side
even in a landslide
but the more i live the more i learn
the more i wanna crash and burn, uh huh...
they feedja all the brave hearts
they spare ya all the false starts
and the more i read, the more i learn
the more i juzz wanna crash and burn, uh huh...
long livin' and strong women and
warm safe places, make it seem like
we've come far
sky scrapers and don drapers and dull sensations
make it seem like we've come far
pharmaceuticals, blank and beautiful plastic faces
make it seem like..
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18. |
Robbed
02:03
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I been robbed, I been robbed
took the corn off my cob
when I woke, I was broke
i been robbed
I reclined in my chair
cuz i thought noone was there
but when i woke, i was broke
i been robbed
Now I blame myself cuz I told myself
that I'd be damned myself
If I ever get another one, I'll never get another one...
It ain't fair, it ain't fair
and the cops don't even care
stole a gun for the peace it provides
Spare a dime, spare a dime
a good job's so hard to find
stick 'em up, fill my cup
I'll be fine
Now I blame society for my insobriety
and my impropriety, now I'll never find another one...
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19. |
Pain is Free
01:28
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one hook that you stole from a book
troll the obscure out-of-print stuff
transcribe in cursive all of the mysterious verses
memorize, close yer eyes
you really don't reach anyone you don't preach to
but you reach and you reach..
there's no shame cashing in and vacating
we're all tempted too, believe me
but if you really only want something to feel
here's the deal: pain is real, and it's free
but you really don't feel anything that you steal now
so you reach and you reach... and you steal and you steal..
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20. |
Cheap Country Town
02:28
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Yer mother was a bright, young, happy thing
a lady and a wife with a face that made birdzzzz sing
Yer daddy was a half-a-billionaire, an up-and-comin' Jew
and a captain of Times Square
Why don't we float down the river, life awaits
Trouble 'round the bend but ya can't stay up past eight
I'll take you down to my cheap country town
Drag you around all the weird shit I found
Blood will be thicker where we aren't the only hicks around
I toldja when I metcha... ain't no man
could make you half as wet like you know I surely can
My daddy was a King Kong shipwreck dude
A saddle and a reign and a cold, mean, wayward fool
Why don't we float down the river..
...
...
We'll slip through the slime and jump out just in time
We'll piss in a jar and break into a car or two
I'll take you down..
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21. |
It's a Wise Child!
02:26
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wise child really knows her trivia
quite small but she don't come cheap
might try but they can't get rid of ya
rollin' yer eyes, you gotta start somewhere
read the whole "new book of knowledge" before she even went to college
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22. |
Oh My God
01:45
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oh no, she turned me into a low-life fool
ergo all of my library books is overdue
she spits and she drinks and says what she thinks
oh my god
hey son, get yer guitar kiss yer dog goodbye
this one might set us back twenty-five to life
she spits and she drinks and says what she thinks
oh my god
shotgun buddy in the pickup truck
we're only ten miles south from
the culver city limits gonna find
where yer mother's livin' now
we're gonna shoot that girl
i believed her, you believed her too
but baby took you for a fool...
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23. |
Zoo
02:48
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Now I hear that whistle blowin'
always gets my gravy goin'
upside-down and do-se-doin'
underneath the porch lights glowin'
Twenty-five and skinned alive
you're terrified of lookin' ugly
I could swim that big red river
drown the fish make vampires shiver
What do you think about ditchin' Venezeula?
we could stay drunk for a year
Well, zoo... you were a good girl honey
I miss the way that you spent that money, I do....
She could crush a hundred nations
with her fiscal situation
and her Mastercard vacations
pay it off or change the station
What do you think about ditchin' this town?
we could stay drunk for a year
Well, zoo... you were a good girl honey...
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24. |
From The Moon
02:00
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tonight i wrecked my bike and broke my goddamn leg
i hopped a mile to the store
they said "nobody here can help you, sir"
tonight i wanna see things from the moon
from the moon yer crossed eyes don't mean anything at all
from the moon the earth looks calm and clean
from the moon yer sleazy stuff is trivial
i hope that's how you see me-- from the moon
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25. |
On To You
01:33
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Folks lie. They do it all the time
They look you in the eye and give you some story
So I'm allowed to be suspicious of this guise
Finally and privately I'm on to you
Nice try
You almost made me cry
But then I found a wrinkle in yer maudlin story
Later on we'll hash out visitation rights
Finally it's time to say I'm...
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26. |
We Are The NSA
01:40
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we are the NSA
sent here to save the day
circling bird of prey
friend in the sky
we will protect you
collect and inspect you
and give you a flag
on the fourth of july
we are the guards of this
whole house of cards
and yer ally in charge of
preserving the peace
we know what's best for you
so we request that you
all acquiesce to
our random caprice
might die in car wreck
or a shark attack
or a faulty smoke alarm
might die in a lighting storm
or spider bit
or a tractor accident
might die from the measles
or an abscessed tooth
or a massive heart attack
might die from pneumonia
or a bathtub fall
or, i guess, a terrorist...
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27. |
My Enemies
01:23
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yer mom is a ball kissing shit sucking
ball sucking fuck facing fuck face with dumb fuck face friends
yer my enemy
richard jason and paul
you are my enemies
lynda racine et. al
you are my enemies
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28. |
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I wanna sink every ship i sail
wanna pull every tail, every crooked nail
i really think this country's outta touch
i wanna wring every neck i see
wanna shake every tree, every sign i read
i really think this country dreams too much
i'm gonna spill every cup you fill
gonna salt every wild acre that you till
i really think my drink is missing something
every few years
there is this same insistent whisper in my ear
that if i hope and pray, in time i'll slay my fears
but nothing ever changes for anyone
had a good run
had a few laughs
had a few moments in the sun
that's all the past it went by fast
and now i'm done
cuz nothing ever changes for anyone
...
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29. |
Lee Dat Junk Behind
02:12
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you're taking pictures from rooftops and glens
watching the world through a wide-angle lens
you see the show through your phone in the club
save it for later but miss all the fun
it's just dumb..
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30. |
Betting It All On 16
02:03
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you can always let the kid be born
with tail and horn
wild eyes and cloven feet
you tried it once
and you liked it so much, maybe
whatever makes this whole mess slink away
some medication and some sleep
what do you want?
why does it feel like i've been
playing with some imitation
close that brittle door
don't let those pious thoughts slip in
i'm betting it all on 16
i never thought i'd make you
do anything you didn't wanna do
oh yeah
that's why it's killing me
but just like the fortune said we
better be unfettered by how we pay our dues
oh yeah
so do this thing willingly
you can always let the kid be born
with tail and horn
wild eyes and cloven feet
you tried it once
and you liked it so much maybe
whatever makes this whole mess slink away
some medication and some sleep
what do you want?
why does it feel like i've been
playing with some imitation
close that brittle door
don't let those pious thoughts slip in
i'm betting it all on 16
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31. |
City Rocks
02:38
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got a friend with no start and no end
potted plants, lava lamps, beaded entryways
he's a priest from the east, so he says
he can reach any beach in an altered state
i resent how you blithely portray his work with such disdain
everybody knows you're just a frigid old tease
what you do is you say, "oh what a wonderful day"
while you secretly pray for some rain or a reprieve
i know you'd flop around endlessly
if by chance all those kowtowers and goons were crucified
and i know you'd still complain even headlessly
while he breaks city rocks nine to five
we were kids when they told us we had impossible ideas
you said "yeah," and you thanked them for the sage, honest advice
i know you still complain endlessly
while he breaks city rocks nine to five
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32. |
Hell of a Creature
01:06
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if all you want is a teacher
i would be happy to meet'cha
i'll work you into my research
cuz i'm a hell of a creature
yer turnin' into yer mother
yer turnin' into yer preacher
i got a terrible brother
and he's a hell of a creature
i was a dead motherfucker but they spared me the hook
i never read, motherfucker, cuz i smoke all my books
a little young for my age and long in the tooth
but i'm a hell of a creature, baby, how about you?
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33. |
STNDNDLVR
02:27
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i don't creep-- won't ever see my face on the wall
i don't sleep-- don't ever leave my station at all
i don't beg for it.. .stand and deliver
i'm a man-- i am a sedentary old man
but i stand, delivering like nobody can
i don't ask for it... stand and deliver
check that mic, stand alone in the light
talk about where you're from and the time that you spent
with no money and no common sense...
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34. |
Suffering
00:26
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talk about suffering here below
and i talk about walking with satan
welcome all unclean spirits in
calling all unclean evil things
talk about suffering here below
and i talk about walking with satan
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35. |
Wicked Racket
01:30
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i scattered all her bones in a tear across the city
and i swore by god i could never sleep again
and the rain fell hard for to wash away the pity
but there ain't no peace after all my dirty sins
so i moved way down by the pymatuning lake
tried to mend soul but the mending wouldn't take
so i left that place for another city still
found a real good girl that i never meant to kill
now i'm five ghosts deep and it's getting pretty easy
if i keep things cheap i can leave a little will
and i change my name every day i'm at the clinic
where i sell my cum, but it doesn't pay the bills
so i moved back down to the pymatuning lake
tried to mend my soul but the mending wouldn't t take
so i drowned myself in the pymatuning lake
tried to say my prayers... but the praying didn't take
shut up... the wicked racket in my head
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36. |
Bidness Man
01:36
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i am a business man
i take everything i can
i been burned by my conscience
i been burned by my friends
i been burned, burned, burned to the bitter end
i been burned by the savior
i been burned by the lamb
i been burned, burned, burned every way they can
it's juzz bidness, baby
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37. |
Rattle My Bones
01:50
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you probably didn't know i got a massive amount of respect for you
you rattle my bones
make me do what i'm told
yer gettin' it wrong
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38. |
Eighty-Three
00:58
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if you were dead in '83
you probably don't remember seein'
sally ride light up the sky or the wah mee massacre
or kiss without the makeup on mtv
or disneyland in tokyo
that was a hitch, that was a footnote digression, a detour
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39. |
I Play Dead
01:37
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little things don't bug me now
cuz i'm six feet tall and i intend to get bigger
but if it's bigger than me
i might reconsider
drudgery or child support
gotta bend my knee, gotta pay somebody
but if it's bigger than me...
i play dead instead
i could shade you like a tree
cuz i'm six feet tall and i intend to get bigger
but if you're bigger than me
well then i gotta reconsider
woman stuck me like a pig
catch a fish for lunch
shoot a bird for dinner
but if it's bigger than me....
i play dead instead
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40. |
I'm Not OK
00:55
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i'm making a trail around you
until you run away
they always run away
i'm beating a path around you
cuz that's the only way
to keep you in my cage
i hafta make concentric circles around you
to trap and surround you-- i'm so glad i found you
i'm building a wall impossibly tall to keep you in
and then i'll wear your skin
i'm not OK
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41. |
James Brown
01:35
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42. |
Fuck Congress
01:14
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man, fuck congress. fuck those well-heeled, slicked-back, sword-swallowing, tap dancing clowns.
it was never supposed to be this way.
and fuck their mothers. and fuck their dead grandmas in heaven.
and fuck republicans. and fuck democrats. and fuck the fucking tea baggers.
they're playing the country like a cheap fucking fiddle.
and fuck me. and fuck you. and fuck my generation and the generation just behind me. cuz we're all too fucking lazy. we're fucking zombies. we're fucking hypnotized by little glowing screens.
fuck the n.s.a. and fuck us all for letting it happen.
and fuck homophobes. and fuck your motorcycle's loud pipes. and fuck litterbugs. if you litter, you're a fucking low-life. pick it up.
but you can UN-fuck yourself. all you have to do is lift a lazy fucking finger and say "NO." we're done here. you're done here. get yer stank bref out my fuckin' face.
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43. |
Hey Willie
02:45
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the catfish slime got in my hair
but i was too inside-out to care
i dipped my fingers in the lake
and wiggled a hundred figure eights
she's got a lot to swing around
so I've got a lot to think about
hey willie, have you seen that girl?
she's wide awake in a dirty lake
she could make you straight again
she's got a lot to swing around
so i've got a lot to think about
my hearing is ultrasonic but don't nobody give a damn
and even if they did, my hair's growing hydroponic but don't nobody give a damn
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44. |
A Halloween Medley
04:14
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Part I
A bow-legged troll wandered out for a stroll
i was shivering and quivering
my cock skipped a beat as she came down my street
this was everything i prayed for, jesus
i bound her and greased up my fingertips
cinched up her gag and jacked my fist fast up her cunt
there were cobwebs that clung to her carved edges
deeply there, much deeper 'til i'm sprung
built my whole reputation on rotten thoughts
i went to a priest to confess or whatever
i met sister heather. god put us together
my pants were a mess as i lifted her dress
she was blistered there-- i kissed her there. she bled
hallelujah
Part II
the kids at the mall get the world for free
they see the shapes but they're bent like a fever dream
they i'm funny? i ain't trying to be funny
the girls on the beach never dug my style
because i look like a creep and i talk like gomer pyle
you think that's funny? i ain't trying to be.
now i'm a card-carrying slob
i keep my pants pulled up and a part-time job
i'm making money. but i ain't trying to be funny
i decry yer savage persecution of my kind
i wanna die sometimes. ..because i never want-- nobody ever really wanted to be funny. oh no. now that ain't funny.
when the kids at the mall get a load of me
they're gonna think i'm a dink but i'm inclined to disagree
i think they're funny. nobody wants to be funny
i decry yer savage persecution of my kind
i wanna die sometimes. ..because i never want-- nobody ever really wanted to be funny. oh no. now that ain't funny.
Part III
Halloween celebration lyrics. make them up as you go
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open season... trophy beasts on the wall
i never pick up when you call
because you take me to the cleaners
and you feed me you to yer animals
heard some news of
your new tattoos-- hate and love
i think it fits you like a glove
becasue you starve me like a fever
and youbeat me like a dirty rug
fits and starts of so/so art,
rails of coke, tales of woe
i think it fits you like a glove
because you take me to the cleaners
and you feed me you to yer animals
yer cats all croaked, yer latches broke, yer birds all flew, yer turning blue, yer fish all drown, yer passed around, from cock to cock, around the clock
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46. |
Better Than Presets
01:56
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even a primitive tribe in some forsaken nation
would recognize my complete lack of imagination
i get a lump in my throat when i can't beat the preset
times new roman, synth leads and reverberation
i can do better. better for you
i can try harder. the better for you
i can work smarter. the better for you
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47. |
Used to Yer Brew
01:42
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i hear yer changing the formula, i just got used to yer brew,
my ol' lady told me yer changin' up the recipe... I don't know what I'm a-gonna do. i don't know what rhymes with "formula," but I know that "recipe" rhymes with "stressin' me" and that's what you do.
if you cater to the haters, the least common denominators
will have their voices heard, resulting in a truck stop turd
if you pander to the candor of the blander huddled masses
the goons will have their way and that;s a shame
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48. |
Jumped The Shark
02:06
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i counted 10 happy years
lately it's been hit or miss
when i'm shaving you're still waving in the background of my mirror
you got the money to leave, i could never let you do it
when i consult with my peers
they think it's unnatural
to keep praying for a day when
you redeem yourself for good
you sound like noise to me
and all my friends agree
you don't deserve to be
with someone who loves you but who thinks you jumped the shark
you don't take time anymore
to revel in the moods you make
those crude figures were refined with sharper lines but lead astray
because you've done everything twice
every single card's been played
be a martyr, just don't make it harder than it needs to be
you sound like noise to me
and all my friends agree
you might not wanna be
with someone who loves ya but who thinks you jumped the shark years ago
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49. |
The Details
03:08
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my pocket's rattling with pills
i'm outta style and late on bills
my dreams are sealed in by the ruthless winds of winter
my spinning head's a child's top
which, by and by, is bound to stop
and all that's left will be some useless pins and splinters
there are no bodies left to pardon
in my crawlspace or my garden
like some sad symbolic and posthumous gesture
i'm still working out the details though
i scratched my name across the walls
of cheating hearts like bathroom stalls
i heard them lying to their husbands like a movie
i can't romanticize those years in denver
not even in late november
that's when all these feelings came back to me
there is a drafty vent above me
or is that god, and does he love me?
he sure has a bastard's way of showing it if so
i'm still working out the details though
hide in a pile of sheets til you rid yourself of emotion
you can lead a life of devotion or lie in your bed
my pocket's jingling with change
the whole transmission's outta range
my words are muffled by the ruthless winds of winter
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50. |
Put a Lil' Bow on It
02:06
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i'm silver plated... i'm tjhe leg of the lamb
put a little bow on it. you shoulda and it ain't too late to do. presentation.
if you juzz crawled outta the ocean, then you don't know all the tricks of the trade at the moment.
and that's a damn weird affectation that you picked up on yer little european vacation. presentation
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51. |
I Ain't Mean
01:39
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i've been shoveling drinks down my throat
i tried to go home but i can't find my coat
in a chilly part of my healing heart
dirty gutters are dripping with icicles
in a rocking chair on a slippery stair
i'm a bear on a bicycle
i ain't mean, i'm five days clean
i was feeling victimized
holed up in the bathroom with the TV on
in a chilly part of my healing heart
dirty gutters are dripping with icicles
in a rocking chair on a slippery stair
i'm a bear on a bicycle
i ain't mean, i'm five days clean
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52. |
Week Material
01:43
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