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Spoiler: click to toggle Spoiler: click to toggle Spoiler: click to toggle lyrics file for extra stuff... birthday song: this time has gone Spoiler: click to toggle the sun came out this morning I was wide awake Spoiler: click to toggle and I made way down to the kitchen and i cut myself a piece of my birthday cake. raspberry filling in the middle. and i thought about you a little. and there was a time when you wanted me so but this time has gone away. i poured myself a tall glass of milk it was deep and cold. and i checked my driver's license i Spoiler: click to toggle was 28 years old. and there was a time when you wanted me so bad it was eating you up inside. this time has gone away. going to palestine Spoiler: click to toggle that woman set herself on fire they said it on the radio they said she lit off the skies of palestine i could not stand to hear them say so i saw the stars come out i saw the oranges on the Spoiler: click to toggle trees later on they played some carribean song man they sure know how to pick 'em the rich voice burning like a fuse the syncopated rhythms Spoiler: click to toggle i saw the stars come out i saw the oranges cracking open i saw you standing there orange blossom in your hair going to palestine going to palestine tulsa imperative performed by Diskothi-Q on the Wandering Jew Spoiler: click to toggle your momma's failed wheat field is a good place to lie down together. three weeks deep into the guts of summer, we sweat like hogs, and i felt light as a feather. i saw a disk-like object reflected in your eye. and the noise grew louder as we looked up to the sky. and the sleek silver body, headlights along the side Spoiler: click to toggle . and the sleek silver body, headlights all underneath. i remember the warm air, blowing in our faces. i remember the heat Spoiler: click to toggle running through me. there was no one worth telling. there was nothing we could do. and i was real quiet as i took the k Spoiler: click to toggle eys from the kitchen table. i was looking right at you! and your hand brushed against mine yeah, and it shook me inside. all along the night sky i watched our futures collide. and the car's new headlights cut through the darkness. as the oil dripped silently to the pavement underneath. Spoiler: click to toggle i can remember the warm air burning our faces. i remember the heat running through me. jonathan maier is a great guy for sending me this Spoiler: click to toggle calcutta Spoiler: click to toggle Wild donkeys kicking, braying in the meadow made you want to kick and bray yourself at least you said so you were wild eyed, your lips were flecked with foam till warm calcutta called you home twin rivers flowing brought a flush into your cheeks at the spot where the trickling stream's rivers meet the wind from off the snowcapped mountains cooled you down till warm calcutta brought you back around i could hear the prophets yelling in the streets now your eyes were pure poison, but your skin was sweet thanks to dylan evans for the song prior to this line cutter i'd had you out of my mind for a year or better when the mailman handed me your letter and i recognize the handwriting even now but i know i'm gonna open it anyho Spoiler: click to toggle w and noone's been buying from my roadside stand, and i held your letter like a cross to my chest i'm gonna wrap up my troubles i'm gonna wrap up my troubles i'm gonna wrap up my troubles in you. i walked out into the kitchen where the light came through the 4-paneled window clean and bright and it's taken me two years to realize how much i like the way that you dot your I's well, i was born in indiana thirty years ago and i got a mean, mean hunger down below i'm gonna wrap up my troubles i'm gonna wrap up my troubles i'm gonna wrap up all my troubles in you. i've got the sex originally the first track on sweden... crushing strawberries one by one watching the juice drip down two and a half months ahead of schedule the leaves on the trees are turning brown we got ready for winter, as the sun rose up in the sky there was something almost soothing in the hard to define note of terror in your eye watching the strawberries lose their shape as the wind blew threw the elm tree the wind was far too cold for the middle of april and you reached out your hand to me it was good to feel your hand in mine it was good to know you felt the pull too i scooped up a palmfull of strawberry pulp and smeared it all over you the wild strawberries drove me on, as i lapped them up off of your skin and i could feel your basal body temperature rise as the cold came in hey hey hey hey... shower the blackest storm i ever saw was coming in from omaha and the latest news from tokyo was a lot of ugly numbers i was checkin' pay phones for forgotten coins Spoiler: click to toggle as the clouds came over west des moines got into the house got the curtains drawn got into the the shower with all my clothes on hey! hey! let the water come down! hey! hey! let the water come down! by noon it was clear that winter'd come and i just the the water run and i got sop suds in my eyes and it stung like iodine the phone started ringing like a fire alarm and the voice on the machine was brutally calm new numbers coming down the wire got into the shower with my eyes on fire hey! hey! let it fall on me, let it all come down relentlessly! you swore that you would stick around wh Spoiler: click to toggle en days like this started coming down! break out the crystal! get out the good champagne! we're going down.... in flames. the car song the highway's open and the sun is full and the hot old upholstry heats up like wasted wool the hills roll past us, then they rear up again take a deep breath now, and count to ten i reach across the the stick shift and i pull you in the highway's open and it's hot in here, it's hot in here. your skin sends all the sunlight back to hell and the ?style in the coming darkness? and i guess it's just as well but there's noone left. there's noone left at all. and then the hils behind your eyes start burning like a solid wall i'm thinking maize bitter and red and clear the highway's open and it's hot in here, it's hot in here. the doll song i've got seven little dolls in a bag and i tell the dolls my troubles and the dolls say "nag! nag! nag! nag! is that all you ever do? is that all you're capable of?" and i say to the little dolls you have no compassion baby, i'm talking to inanimate objects over you i'm talking to inanimate objects over you i started reading the bible I corinthians 13 where paul talks all about love but i don't know what he means because he says that love is kind that hasn't been my experience so i set the bible on the kitchen table and yelled at it until i was unable yeah i'm talking to inanimate objects over you i'm talking to inanimate objects over you i'm talking to inanimate objects over you i'm talking to inanimate objects over you new math if you ever get money, print books if you ever get money, print books if nobody reads them, that's ok if nobody hears what you have to say, that's ok if you sell a few books, buy land if you sell a few books, buy land if no one come to visit you that's all right if no one comes to visit you and you get lonely at night, that's all right when you've built up your small house, settle in when you've built up your strong home, settle in take down the books that you once put away wait for the memories to bloom, in your cold room. (thanks to chris calvert for the above) that hippolytine feeling we sat together on the porch, as the sunset bled. and you playfully levelled your semi-automatic handgun right at my head. and then god, in another stroke of his genius, he opened up the floodgates. and the bulls came out. and the bulls came out. we heard the heavy hooves beating on the earth as the moment came near. i felt the chamber of your pistol kissing my jaw. i felt your red lips brushing my ear. and then god, convincing if not transparent in his motives, he opened up the floodgates. but the rivers were dry, 'cause it was late august. and the bulls came out. and the bulls came out. oslo 1888 the snow built up around the smokehouse. the sun shone on the snow. and the sun's rays were blistering against my eyes. the long night was well on its way so i made good use of what was left of the daylight walking out toward the main street and coming back home again. sleeping, i sang a short song about you. and i knew every word of that song was true. well, almost every word. ice froze the green stems of the daffodils ice formed carrots on my window sill. i was blistering, blazing away. and it had always been my tendency to let things slide, but i went to the window with my eyes open wide. and you were taking on perspective, coming to ward the door. you want some more? i've got some more for you. i've got just what you're looking for. cathedral song by tanita tikaram i saw you from the cathedral. you were watching me. and i saw from the cathedral what i could be. so take my time, and take my lies. and i watch you with a basic instinct. it's the same for you. you stand here, with your hand it's all laced and what would you make me do? so take my time, yeah and take my lies. take my time. serious for the winter time to wrench my soul whole cotton, whole cotton ears but i know there must be, i know there must be, i know there must be a place to go. you saw me in the cathedral. well i'm an ancient heart. but you saw me in the cathedral. well here we are just falling apart. you catch me. i am tired. i want all that you are. and i saw you from the cathedral. you were leaving me. yeah i saw from the cathedral. you couldn't see the forest for the trees. so take my time, and take my lies. take my time. take my time. take my time. take my time. take my time. take my time. going to spirit lake why did you say what you said when the hummingbird vanished from sight? a sudden, swelling heat in the dark october night. you laughed and your eyes were alive, and i knew that the moment had finally arrived. and i reached out and held for your hand and held on tight. you said the right thing. you fixed everything as the stars formed a canopy over spirit lake. you said what you said. the stars grew softer overhead. i was on fire. i was on fire for you. one fine day i think this is a chiffons song one fine day you'll look at me, and you will know our love was meant to be. yeah one fine day you're gonna want me for your own. those arms i've yearned for will open wide, and you'll be proud to have me right by your side. yeah one fine day you're gonna want me for your own. and though i know the kind of girl who only wants to run around, i'll keep waiting and someday darling, you'll come around when you want to settle down. yeah one fine day we'll meet onece more, and you're gonna want the love you threw away before. yeah one fine day you're gonna want me for your own. yeah! 15-2 those may be the most beautiful shades of red i've ever seen. those may be the most beautiful shades of red i've ever seen. but don't be fooled. if the sun goes down us here tonight, it's not gonna be alright anymore. none of this has anything really to do with us, that's my belief. as the desert sky throws the glowing neon into bold relief. your mouth is open and your thighs (eyes?) are wide. hold on because it's dark outside now. the smell of roses comes thickly through the open window now. the smell of roses comes thickly through the open window now. as the darkness closes in, our bodies draw the roses in. and those may be the most beautiful shades of red i've ever seen. sure do love you baby, but i can't do 60 no more they moved down here and you came down too where the surf's always wild and the skies are blue. got my blood pressure measured down in pajo key. one sixty-five over one twenty-three. and the lights are low over pompano beach tonight. and one light is flickering out for the last time. coconuts growing in the coconut tree, surf and turf and sand and sea. down here in the wreckage, just us three, him and you. you and me. and the lights are low over pompano beach tonight. and one light is flickering out, out for the last time. somebody else's parking lot in sebastopol Originally titled somebody else's parking lot in santa cruz outside the opera house in sydney, i saw my life come crashing to its end. i cried out to the scale-tipper on whom all living things depend. strings of giuseppe verdi suffused the evening air. i wished, i wished, i wished that god would kill me, instead of leaving me alone to see you standing there before me. that sad look on your face. you took me to so many places i never thought i'd go. this is the worst place. yeah we did our manners proud on the night we said goodbye. no big scene out there on the sidewalk, as we pinpointed the place where all good things go to die. i know you hate it when i get my headaches. well, i've got a real prize tonight. listening to katia ricciarelli, it's not going to be alright. and i'd like to think that this will pass, this will pass. i know it's not the case. of all the highs and lows and middle-ends you brought me to, this is the worst place. going to kirby sigston we boarded up the windows. and we sealed the door shut. and we let the special chicken build a nest right by the window. your face was glowing. the heat was strong. we ate cold black eggs all day long in the winter when the wind kicked up. i saw your body moving through the incandescent light. you were dancing by yourself there. your sweater hugged your shoulders and it was alright. we plucked sugar crystals from the cold english air. i had a present for ya hidden down there in the winter when the wind kicked up. there is power in a union originally: lyrics: billy brag music: traditional there is a power in a factory. there is power in the land. there is power in the hand of the worker. but it all amounts to nothing if together we don't stand. yeah, there is power in a union. the union forever! defending our rights! down with the blackleg! all workers unite! with our brothers and our sisters from many far-off lands, yeah, there is power in a union! now i long for the morning when they realize brutality and unjust laws cannot defeat us. but who'll defend the wokrers who cannot organize, when the bosses send their lackeys out to cheat us? yeah, money speaks for money! the devil for his own! who stands to speak for the skin and the bone? what a comfort to the widow, a light to the child, yeah, there is power in a union! poltergeist i can't stand it when you tell our infant son that he was born beneath a bad sign. and i can't stand it when smiles up at you just because you're his mother. and i can't stand the bitter thing that i've become beneath the four walls that hold up our ceiling. and i wonder when the house gets real quiet who between us will be the first one to give into the feeling. and i know you don't want me to hurt you tonight. and i, i don't want you to hurt me the way you do. i can't stand it when you put the boy to bed and ya sing him those songs i used to sing to you. yeah i can't stand to hear you sing those songs when you know you don't mean them. and i can't stand the way my body still remembers how much we used to mean to one another way back when. and i can't stand going back to seek the shelter of your arms. and then i can't stand it again. and i know you don't want me to hurt you tonight. and i, i don't want you to hurt me the way you do. song for roger maris when the power of god shows up in your swing, and the people start to notice and you can't do anything about it and they all come out to see you. they start to crowd around. let me tell ya brother, you can feel it coming down. and i got an angel watching over me, a monkey on my back, the devil at my heels, reporters breathing down my neck. yeah my daddy always to me to finish what ya start. my wife's about to leave me and it's going to break my heart. and i no longer have my youth. i no longer have my looks. i got a god damned one-way ticket to the god damned history books. and i got an angel watching over me, a monkey on my back, the devil at my heels, reporters breathing down my neck. hey, hey. 02-75 i got your letter. and i read what it said. and i blushed with recognition at every word you said. and you are my best friend. and i have always known you. i came to your house. and i looked around. and i felt the real rain falling down. and you are my best friend. and i have always known you. pirates (so long lonely avenue) this song by ricky lee jones come on - joey get out of school we got places to go a '67 lincoln you got a radio that hurts and the girls like to touch it just to find out if it works It wasn't me don't look at me joey live on the edge of the corner of living on the run i like to ride in the middle i'm just tryin to have some fun until the pirates come until the pirates come to take me and i won't need a pilot got a pirate who might sail somewhere far away i heard you answer me so i'm holding on to your rainbow sleeves well, goodbye boys, oh my buddy boys, oh my sad-eyed sinatras it's a cold globe around the sea you can keep the coat that I bought ya and i know you'll get the chance to make it and nothin's gonna stop you you just reach right out and take it and you'll say - so long, lonely avenue yeah you'll say so long lonely avenue my favorite things champagne bubbled up through the nick of the bottle, and sweet silence came out through the radio. it was john coltrane. god damn it, i love john coltrane! you danced across the living room floor, and you kissed me once and then you kissed me some more. you had your arms wrapped around my neck and it felt real fine, and then your ankle knocked up against mine. and resonating in my bones was the precise crisp drumming of mr. elvin jones. god damn it, i love john coltrane! agemo's hoops you were breathing against my throat covering your laugh up with your long black overcoat all circles warming up. and you told me what you were going to do. and i promised to do the same thing too. and the air, the air in new england was pure poison. the car was parked out back among the trees. your voice was getting higher by slow degrees. you were giving me directions. and you told me where i came from. well, god bless us everyone. and the air, the air in new england was pure poison. poison. poison. poison. the moon song the moon shining, three hours into the best part of the day and i want to tell you that you're so pretty and the words come out wrong and the rage gets in the way.. dead quiet you looked at me like you were looking into space. yeah, in space noone could hear you say good bye. but down here i shouldn't have to read it on your face. that's not normal. that's not right. that's not very nice. no, it isn't. the moon shining down on your body. you look so nice. and i want to tell you, but you don't want to hear it, and i know. you don't have to tell me twice. but, once would be civil. the moon shining. i got it in my brain, and i had so much to say but there was dead quiet. you were silent. three hours -- into the best part of the day. and that's not normal. that's not right. that's not very nice. no, it isn't. and that's not normal. that's not right. that's not very nice. no, it isn't. trash this is a suede song maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear, our tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair, maybe it's our kookiness. or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns, our nothing places and our cellophane sounds, maybe it's our looseness. but we're trash, you and me. we're the litter on the breeze. we're the people on the streets. we're trash, me and you. it's in everything we do. it's in everything we do. maybe, maybe it's the things we say, the places we go and the music we play, maybe it's our cheapness. or maybe, maybe it's the times we've had, the lazy days and the crazes and the fads, maybe it's our sweetness. but we're trash, you and me. we're the litter on the breeze. we're the people on the street. we're trash, me and you. it's in everything we do. it's in everything we do. going to bridlington stopped by for the coffee and cake that you promised. saw your porch light on. saw your wire-haired terrier lazing on the lawn. came right in through the front door. went right down the main hall. turned right into the kitchen. there you were alright. the moon was rising over bridlington. and you had blood all over your hands. someone was singing in the yard next door. and you had blood all over your hands. sat down on the kitchen floor. looked up at you. saw you smoothing down your skirt around your thighs. wondered what good that was supposed to do. and i saw you pull your hair back. saw you messing with your earrings. saw you trying to smile. hey! you don't have to smile for me. the moon was rising over bridlington. and you had blood all over your hands. something was cracking in the rafters of our house. and you had blood all over your hands. the moon was rising over bridlington. the moon was rising over bridlington. the moon was rising. wishing the house would crash i was standing outside with my hands in the air. and the scent of gardenias was everywhere. let the house come down on me. let the house come down on me. i made my invocation with my eyes on fire. you were there at the window. you are a god damned liar. let the house come down on me. let the house come down on you. song from the shoreline through the bodies of a hundred people, i saw you. i saw you coming through the crush. saw you pushing through. and in the bodies of a hundred people moving around, i shut my ears off to the world, i couldn't hear a sound. in the bodies of a hundred people, i saw you. i saw you coming through the crush. i saw you pushing through. brave this is a chris knox song color me red. color me gold. wrap me in anger. [VPRO session is cut] casetino's nursery the mailman brought the mail by, but the devil sent the rain. the mailman brought the mail by, but the devil sent the rain. the rain tore through the streets. tore down los flores canyon again. if the leak was in the attic, then we'd all be doomed for sure. if the leak was in the attic, then we'd all be doomed for sure. there's a leak up in the attic. let's get out of here. gotta keep moving. gotta keep moving. blues falling down like hail. gotta keep moving. blues falling down like hail. the sunlight keeps ta worryin' me. there's a hellhound on my trail. cut your hair this is a pavement song JD: darlin' don't'cha go and cut your hair. do you think it's going to make him change? RW: i'm just a girl with a new haircut. JD: and that's a pretty nice haircut. charge it like a puzzle. hitmen wearin' muzzles. hesitate to die. look around, around the second drummer drowned. his telephone is found. sing! oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo again! oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo music seems crazy bands start up each and everyday i saw another one just the other day a special new fan i don't remember lyin' i don't remember line can't remember word i don't care i care i really don't care did you see the drummer's hair? hey. oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo ...3 4 oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo advertising:looks and chops a must no big hair! march right down to the practice room career career career career korea korea korea korea what! letter from a motel the beams we used to build our house are breaking at last. the building will not hold together very much longer. my arms are young, and they can do the work if called upon to do so. but the house itself has weakened and it's tilting on its axis. in the picture that you sent, i could see the windows getting soft. and i could see the heat had gotten straight out of hand. and i knew that none of this is what you'd been meaning to send along. i did not mean to say what i'm saying now if we're gonna talk about what intentions were. but the house itself is weak, very weak, though you and our three daughters believe in what you want to believe. from where i stand stability is everything. in the room i'm standing in stability is everything. and in this world, in this world stability is everything. from where i'm standing right now stability is everything. you're in maya he hit me right in the face. i drove the falcon uptown. hung out in the library parking lot. the swelling'll never go down. tied a hiram walker in the lining of my father's old corduroy coat. big, big plans hatching in my brain and a big ugly lump in my throat. i drove up to harvey mudd and i played pinball 'till i didn't want to kill anyone. polished off all my cheap whiskey and stepped out into the california sun. singing bainne na mo is a gamna, and the juice of the barley for me. singing bainne na mo is a gamna, and the juice of the barley for me. my thirst carried me up the coast, where it only got sharper god damn it. in a small room that got even smaller a block away from the wilamette. there was nowhere i needed to go. and nowhere i wanted to be. from my window looked out upon nothing. and nothing looked right back at me. i had a couple of things on my mind. a couple of problems to think through. and i drank 'till i couldn't see straight anymore -- until there was nothing to drink to. singing bainne na mo is a gamna, and the juice of the barley for me. singing bainne na mo is a gamna, and the juice of the barley for me. hey! i think i'll just stay here and drink this is a hank williams song i could be holding you tonight. i could quit doing wrong and strt doing right. you don't care about what i think. i think i'll just stay here and drink. you're hurtin' me now, don't square the deal. at least you'll know the way i feel. i'll take all the money in the bank. i think i'll just stay here and drink. listen close and you will hear that old juke box playing in my ear. ain't no woman gonna change the way i think. i think i'll just stay here and drink. hurtin' ya now won't mean a thing. since love ain't here it don't feel the pain. my mind ain't nothing but a total blank. i think i'll just stay here and drink. i think i'll just stay here and drink. i think i'll just stay here and drink. i think i'll just stay here and drink. i think i'll just stay here and drink. the new potatoes the rain came and washed the new potatoes away. we saw them floating across the backyard. there they go. we'll never see them again, ya know. so good bye to the new potatoes. good bye, and god-speed. there they go. we will never see them again you know. so good bye to the new potatoes. good bye. good bye. the mad clarinet this is a graeme jeffries song i don't mean to scare you. you're leaving soon. but the wallpaper's melting, thoughts turning blue. the lightbulb is giving out shots in the dark and the mad clarinets run away with your heart. remember that old tune. the one that you cried to when you fell. yeah it felt like you'd lost your mind. you were not twenty-one when he first saw you. how his melody cheered you, pitch rang so true. placed your lips to the mouthpiece, struck out a part, now the mad clarinets run away with your heart. do you remember that old tune? the one that you cried to when you fell. it felt like you'd lost your mind. when you left that sucker on a moonlit night. you didn't bother looking left or you wouldn't look right. you nearly got run over by a ten ton truck. got your pride you tried to make out like you... when he received you, your hope simply fell through. so you cried. yeah it felt like you'd lost your mind. doctor wu this is a steely dan song katie lied, i was halfway crucified. i was on the other side of no tomorrow. you walked in, and my life began again. just when i'd spent the last piaster i could borrow. all night long we would sing that stupid song. and every word we sang i knew was true. are you with me mr doctor wu? are you really just a shadow of the man that i once knew? are you crazy? are you high? or just an ordinary guy? have you done all you can do? are you with me doctor? are you with me doctor? don't seem right, i've been strung out here all night. i was waiting for the taste you said you'd bring to me. biscane bay, where the cuban gentleman sleep all day. i went searching for the song you used to sing to me. and katie lies. you can see it in her eyes. so imagine my surprise when i saw you. are you with me mr doctor wu? are you really just a shadow of the man that i once knew? she is lovely. yes, she's sly. and you're an ordinary guy. has she finally got to you? are you with me doctor? can you hurry? pennsylvania dutch treat brought in the old furnishings from mussel shoals. up here they burn a lot of brown coal. and the cars all run on diesel fuel. the wind comes in from hills to the east, blowing thirty miles an hour at least. and the clear blue horizon is smooth and cool. and the house is like a relic of days gone by. and it's kinda hard to take, but i try. i've got a deep need to communicate. i want so badly to set things straight. but i can't seem to concentrate deep in the heart of the quaker state. i had the bed sent in from the west coast. watched the moving men carry in the old ghosts. and the purple-ink sky swelled up like a pregnant woman. saw the lights go up in town. on the back porch it began to cool down. but in here, in here, in here it was hotter than an oven. and the way my blood began to froth and foam, made it feel just like home. i've got a deep need to communicate. i want so badly to set things straight. but i something tells me it's way too late deep in the heart of the quaker state. tampa my brother and me found out where you keep your ugly secrets hid. we dug up the missing one this morning. i know what you did what you did. yeah, we found him naked in the snow. down where the wild krokus grow. and i don't wanna do this anymore. i ain't wanna fight your dirty little war. my brother said not to waste another thin dime because he ain't comin' out next time, and you can soak in a bathtub full of gasoline, but you will never get your hands clean. yeah the building was raging fire was glowing within you ran out to save your own skin, and well, i probably shouldn't blame you. yeah, i probably shouldn't blame you. but by god, i do, and i found the photographs in the top dresser drawer but i ain't gonna fight your dirty little war anymore. going to dade county when the rainbows disappeared from the skies of northern florida because the rain had gone away, and i looked out on the front lawn and i saw you there. it was 6:31 AM on a saturday. and you turned into a housecat, and you all think i'm making this part up, but you're wrong, wrong, you're wrong. and the wind came through the window. and it my licked at my face. and i heard the sound of about a thousand housecats squalling up from all over the place and you all think i'm crazy or making up some kind of cute story or telling little jokes to amuse myself with but you are wrong. i am going to dade county right now. terror song this is a furniture hushcle song dad has a knife. he's stabbing his wife. mom has a saw. she's sawing off her own jaw. mom without jaw. and dad without wife. they're making awful plans, you'll get cancer in your hands. terror song. dad has a knife. he's stabbing his wife. mom has a saw. she's sawing off her own jaw. mom without jaw. and dad without wife. they're making awful plans, you'll get cancer in your hands. terror song. edvard munch radical colors on the eastern sky, the blinding symmetry, the little white lie, your small hand waving in the cold air, the ridges of the mountain frozen on the skyline there. when the sun came out over norway today, i saw you going away. there was nothing good in your going. there was nothing good in your going. i cut the flowers that grew near the door and i arranged them in the center of the floor. the room was so empty. there were pale shadows inside. when the sun came out over norway today, i saw you going away. there was nothing good in your going. there was nothing good in your going. the irony engine this is a franklin bruno song you kept a death grip on the armrest. you slept while i swerved through bumps and dips. you lept at the chance to act alarmist. you swept past my face like an eclipse. you act like i'm your chum and i can treat you like my little sister. but if you cover the sun with your thumb you can't expect to get a fever blister. and if the air is filled with a sickening hum, don't be upset or overcome. don't worry. it's just the irony engine working. you rose like a crane to the occasion. you froze at the very implication. you chose to divert the whole invasion. by winking and shrugging and smiling and giving me an awkward seatbelt hug before you vanished in the chilly autumn. i could feel the motor chug. something tearing loose and striking bottom. and if you still can't see how a three point plug could superheat on the lunar tug. don't worry. it's just the irony engine working. yeah don't worry. it's just the irony engine working. counting song for bitter children 1, 2 i don't love you. 3, 4 anymore. 1, 3 stay away from me 5, 7 good children get nothing. na na na nana na nana na na na nana na na na na na na nana na nana na nana nana na 1, 2, 2 1/2 stick around here, don't make me laugh. 2 1/2, 3, 4.5 the new day's dawning and my hour's arrived. 1, 2 i got things to do. 1, 3 i got people to see. i got people that want to see me. na na na nana na nana na na na nana na na na na na na nana na nana na nana nana na na na na nana na nana na na na nana na na na na na na nana na nana na nana nana na Real Good Girlfriend I woke up this morning, my new girlfriend beside me. I don't have to lie about her. I don't need some dumb story to hide me. she turned 20 last April, she's as tall as I am, she came to this country all the way from Siam. I may not be the greatest guy in this town, people may have good cause to put me down, but I've got a real good girlfriend now. we stood on Chicago Avenue, hey look--here comes the bus. slipped on a solid sheet of ice, (???) watched the number 66 fly right past us. I may not be the greatest guy in this town, people may have good cause to put me down, but I've got a real good girlfriend now. If England were what England seems, then we would only have our dreams. I told you I was never going back, I was trying to breathe evenly, when the phone stopped ringing for the first time in a long time, and you flashed that smile at me. and then you opened up the window, I felt the air roll in, in the place where the world stops forever, in the place where your body begins. you were staring out at the street below. there was nobody there. they built fire down there in the alley. I saw the fires rising everywhere. and then you opened up the window, the north wind began to blow. we were just a few short hours from something really special and I heard you singing soft and low. hey! no surprises this is a radiohead song a heart that's full up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you, bruises that won't heal. i'll take a quiet life, a handshake, some carbon monoxide, no alarms and no surprises. no alarms and no surprises. no alarms and no surprises. you look so tired and happy, bring down the government, they don't, they don't speak for us. such a pretty house and such a pretty garden, no alarms and no surprises. no alarms and no surprises. no alarms and no surprises. warm lonely planet this is an outtake from "All Hail West Texas" let the stars come out, and the moon shine bright we're sleeping on the porch tonight wind blew all the power lines down watch where you step if you go walking around this may be the night our bodies fill with light and we may hover above the surface of our warm, lonely planet let cooling rains come, let them fall let the grass grow strong and tall let the dandelions breed give me what you know I need this may be the night our bodies fill with light and we may hover above the surface of our warm, lonely planet song for god this is an outtake from "All Hail West Texas" neighbor kids running across the front yard this evening sun going down, wind gathering strength the state i live in is the largest of its kind it takes two days or better to drive across its length if you try to come and find me, i will know you're coming there's an old fallout shelter i can hide in i won't even be able to hear their hoofbeats when the horsemen ride in another mild winter -- time seems to stand still the sky swallows up the city like a tent tiny breezes razor patterns in the dust no way of saying what they're supposed to represent i have come to where i've come to now always abiding in you if you try to find me now I'll be invisible to everything when the horsemen come riding on through A Note from Mr. Darnielle: "Song For God" was cut largely because while the lyric clearly reads "it takes two days or better to drive across its length," the singer of the recording in question has inexplicably chosen to modify that to read "it takes two days or better to walk across its length." I challenge anyone foolhardy enough to try it to see whether Texas can in fact be walked in two days. I would hazard to guess that it can't be done. waco where the dry dust turns the sunset pale. where all summer long we saw ?? and faced her. where we pulled water from a well by hand. half a world away from the old promised land. where you stand we've been given a new covenant -- a real sharp one. and we spend all our days and nights gaining new appreciation of its finer points. and waiting for the dead to rise up from their graves. waiting for jesus to come along and save us. and we are biding our time. biding our time. biding our time as best we know how. where the texas doughboys used to play before the wind blew everything away. where we came to get away from our friends. where we'd tell each other jokes waiting for the world to end. we know our jokes are funny, but in all the wrong ways and for all the wrong reasons. and we watch old george romero movies and relish the short time left. yeah, waiting for the dead to rise up from their graves. waiting for jesus to come along and save us. yes, and biding our time. biding our time. biding our time as best we know how. high school confidential you look so cool in your summer dress. you look so cool in your summer dress. you walk across the high school campus in the bright sunshine, you can't imagine my surprise when your gaze meets mine. and i may be young, but i know what you're thinking. you look so cool as you glide into the teacher's lounge. you look so cool as you glide into the teacher's lounge. and i may be only seventeen, but i know what that look means. and if you think i'm all talk and no action, try me. i touch your thin hand as we roll back into town. in your car i touch your thin hand later on as we roll back into town. after words you drop me off one block away and i'm young and strong and healthy, it's a bright spring day. and it may be that it's just me, but in the sunlight you look different. escape to wild palm city i see you've come to call you want to tear the palm tree down. but i mean to tell you me and the palm tree we don't need you around. we don't need you. we don't need anyone else. 'cause we can rip our roots up from the cool soft ground all by ourselves. and you come toward the two of us with your arms extended lovingly, but i've got a hammer. sweat breaks on my temples as i see you come toward me. and i shouold've known that this was exactly how it was gonna be. what have i done to deserve this? what did i ever do? what have i done to deserve this? what did i do to you? and you come toward the two of us with your arms extended lovingly, but i've got a hammer. let the dogs come out outtake from The Hot Garden Stomp new rivers forming on the surface of the world, i mean to say that it's raining. otis redding tried to tell me there'd be days like this, but i didn't believe him. yeah otis redding talked about this kind of thing. when i'm only semi-conscious and i hear the phone ring. let the dogs come out. i'm ready now. let the dogs come out. i'm ready now. and i remember where i was the last time that it rained like this. and i remember where i was the last time it was raining this hard. well, do you remember where i was? and i know that you remember where we were last time it rained like this. let the dogs come out. i'm ready now. let the dogs come out. i'm ready now. hup! going to san deigo long rain, it must be june again. warm air, and it's so warm down there. i'm coming soon, open the blinds. your friends all tell me that you've lost your mind. i don't believe them. the seashore, i don't want to see it anymore. the bus runs smoothly, the back window's open and the burning air cools me hold your breath, your friends all swear you're one step away from death i don't belive them. mmm, here it comes. my head is throbbing and my hands are numb. it's you. what was i thinking? what should i do? your eyes are open and it's more than i can take my friends all told me i was making a mistake i don't believe them. chilean fire barrel smell of sulfur, cloven hoof, birds were gathering on the roof. faint voices, scratching sounds. if this keeps up, i may never come down. by the time i snapped out of it, there was nothing left. by the time i snapped out of it, there was nothing left. by the time i snapped out of it, you were long gone. by the time i snapped out of it, you were long gone. spinning numbers, shepherd songs, birds singing all the time -- all wrong. aunt margaret, cotton-eyed joe, they swear they're my friends, but i don't think so. by the time i snapped out of it, there was nothing left. by the time i snapped out of it, there was nothing left. by the time i snapped out of it, you were long gone. by the time i snapped out of it, you were long gone. dance music alright i'm on johnson avenue in san luis obispo and i'm five years old or six maybe. and indications that there's something wrong with our new house, trip down the wire twice daily. i'm in the living room watching the watergate hearings, while my stepfather yells at my mother launches a glass across the room, straight at her head. and i dash upstairs to take cover, lean in close to my little record player on the floor, so this is what the volume knob's for, i listen to dance music. dance music. ok so look i'm seventeen years old, and you're the last best thing i've got going, but then the special super sicknesss starts to eat through you, what am i supposed to do? no way of knowing. so i follow you down your twisting alleyways, find a few cul de sacs of my own. there's only one place this road ever ends up, and i don't want to die alone. let me down, let me down let me down gently. when the police come to get me i'm listening to dance music. dance music. hast thou considered the tetrapod you are sleeping off y Spoiler: click to toggle our demons when i come home. spittle bubbling at your lips, fine white foam. i am young and i am good. it's a hot southern california day. if i wake you up, there will be hell to pay. and alone in my room i am the last of a lost civilization and i vanish into the dark and rise above my station. rise above my station. |
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