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September '75 I was 47 inches high
Mom said by Christmas I would have A bad-ass mother G.I. Joe For your little minds to blow I still got beat up after class Now I'm big and important One angry dwarf Two hundred solemn faces are you If you really wanna see me Check your papers and the TV Look who's telling who what to do Kiss my ass good-bye Don't give me that bullshit You know who I am I'm your nightmare, little man Vic, you stole my lunch money, made me cry Jane, remember second grade? Said you couldn't stand my face Rather than kiss me You said you'd rather die You'll be sorry one day Yes you will, yes you will You shouldn't push me around 'Cause I will, yes I will You will be sorry when I'm big Yes you will be sorry |
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| 2. |
| 5:56 |
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He shouted out his last word
And he stumbled through the yard And she shattered her last china plate And spun off in the car When he lunged onto the hood She stopped to tell him she'd been wrong He was thrown head over heels Into the traffic coming on But then all is fair in love Did you get my other letters Sometimes I think I oughta call Cause you know I often wonder If you open them at all Every couple nights or so y'know You pop into my dreams I just can't get rid of you Like you got rid of me Oh but I send my best Cause God knows you've seen my worst But then all is fair in love (All this breathing in, never breathing out) I guess she made her way Through the mob too late to hear him say That he'd gotten all he'd wanted A crowd to watch him bear the pain He'd been keeping in - so what - All is fair in love |
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| 3. |
| 4:31 |
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Brick
by Ben Folds Five Six a.m. day after Christmas I throw some clothes on in the dark The smell of cold Car seat is freezing The world is sleeping I am numb Up the stairs to her apartment She is balled up on the couch Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte They're not home to find us out And we drive Now that I have found someone I'm feeling more alone Than I ever have before She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly They call her name at seven-thirty I pace around the parking lot And I walk down to buy her flowers And sell some gifts that I got Can't you see It's not me you're dying for Now she's feeling more alone Then she ever has before She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly As weeks went by It showed that she was not fine They told me, "Son it's time to tell the truth," and She broke down and I broke down Cause I was tired of lying Driving back to her apartment For the moment we're alone Yeah she's alone And I'm alone Now I know it She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere She's a brick and I'm drownin' slowly |
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| 4. |
| 3:40 |
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So you wanted to take a break
Slow it down some and have some space Slow it down some and have some space Well fuck you too Give me my money back Give me my money back you bitch I want my money back (And don't forget to give me back my black T-Shirt) Wish I hadn't bought you dinner Right before you dumped me on your front porch Give me my money back Give me my money back You bitch I want my money back and don't forget And don't forget to give me back my black T-Shirt And don't forget. |
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| 5. |
| 6:09 |
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I said what you wanted to hear
And what I wanted to say So I will take it back Are all the dishes in tact Let them be broken It's easy to be Easy and free When it doesn't mean anything You remain Selfless, cold and composed You've done me no Favor to call and be nice Telling me I Can take anything I like Your don't owe me to be so polite You've done no wrong You've done no wrong Get out of my sight It's easy to be Easy and free When it doesn't mean anything To remain Selfless, cold and composed Come on baby Now throw me a right to the chin Don't just stare like you never cared I know you did You just smiled Like a bank teller Blankly telling me, have a nice life Come on baby Throw me a right to the chin Just one sign That could show me that you give a shit But you just smile politely And I grow weaker and I ... Said what you wanted to hear And what I wanted to say So I will take it back It's easy to be Easy and free When it doesn't mean anything When it doesn't mean anything You can take anything So selfless, cold and composed |
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| 6. |
| 3:13 |
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She plays wipeout on the drums
the squirrels and the birds come Gather around to sing the guitar Oh I...have you got nothing to say When all words fail she speaks Her mix tape's a masterpiece Walks through the garden so the roses can see Oh I...have you got nothing to say And you can see the daisies in her footsteps Dandelions, butterflies I wanna be Kate Everyday she wars the same thing I think she smokes pot She's everything I want, She's everything I'm not Oh. I... Have you got nothing to say She never gets wet She smiles and it's a rainbow And she speaks and she breathes I wanna be Kate Down by the Rosemary and Cameron She hands out the Bhagaved Gita I see her around every couple days I wanna meet her so that I can say...hey Kate |
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| 7. |
| 4:52 |
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Leaf by leaf, page by page
Throw this book away All the sadness, all the rage Throw this book away Rip out the binding, tear the glue All of the grief we never even knew We had it all along Now it's smoke The things we've written in it Never really happened All the things we've written in it Never really happened All of the people come and gone Never really lived All the people come have gone No one to forgive - smoke We will never write a new one There will not be a new one Another one, another one Here's an evening dark with shame Throw it on the fire Here's the time I took the blame Throw it on the fire Here's the view we didn't speak It seemed for years and years Here's a secret No one will ever know the reasons for the tears They are smoke Where do all the secrets live They travel in the air You can smell them when they burn They travel in the air Those who say the past is not dead Stop and smell the smoke You keep on saying the past is not dead Come and smell the smoke You keep saying the past is not even past You keep saying ... We are smoke ... smoke ... smoke |
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| 8. |
| 1:38 |
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Fred Jones was worn down
from caring for his often screaming and crying wife during the day but He couldn't sleep at night for fear that she In a stupor from the drugs that didn't even ease the pain would set the house on blaze with a cigarette. |
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| 9. |
| 3:27 |
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Everyone gather 'round now
Sing him a song Just in case by tomorrow It happens he's gone For two weeks and seven days Our fair foreign friend I have this feeling We might never see Steven again We thought he was gone But he's shown up again Last week it was funny Now the joke's wearing thin 'Cause everyone knows now That every night now Will be Steven's last night in town He's charmed everyone here Except for Tamara Easter Who later revealed to him Her inner-most secrets Won us over with stories About Linda McCartney Lost points with the ladies For saying he couldn't love a woman with cellulite We were talking 'bout something Seems like was funny Then Steven got quiet I think Steven was mad Maybe he wasn't mad But we felt really strange for a moment Then the moment was gone And forgotten ... |
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| 10. |
| 3:16 |
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Do you not hear me anymore
I know it's not your thing to care I know it's cool to be so bored It sucks me in when you're aloof It sucks me in, it sucks it works I guess it's cool to be alone Do you never rest Fight the Battle of Who Could Care Less Everyday you wake up late Sometimes I wish I was that way And you think Rockford Files is cool But there are some things that you would change if it were up to you So think about your masterpiece Watch the Rockford Files And call to see if Paul can score some weed. Will you never rest Fight the Battle of Who Could Care Less Unearned unhappiness That's all right I guess... I've got this great idea Why don't we pitch it to the Franklin fucking Mint? Fine pewter portraits of General Apathy and Major Boredom singing... Whatever and ever... amen Oh well, maybe not, I'll try again This should cheer you up for sure See, I've got your old I.D. And you're all dressed up like the Cure you never rest fight the Battle of Who Could Care Less unearned unhappiness You're my hero, I confess |
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| 11. |
| 4:19 |
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All is quiet his tired eyes
see figures jotted down and clothes all strewn around the bedroom floor Now nothing's adding up and nothing's making sense she's sleeping like a baby she doesn't know he wasn't meant for this I'm missing the war I'm missing the war all night missing the war I'm missing the war He drove home again pissed and beaten it's really no big deal it happens all the time it's no big deal I'm missing the war I'm missing the war all night Missing the war I'm missing the war Till beads of sunlight hit me in the morning (and I forget) So much time so little to say Time may fly and dreams may die The shaking voice that tells him go still thinks he might he knows he won't I'm missing the war missing the war all night missing the war |
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| 12. |
| 4:26 |
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What I've kept with me
And what I've thrown away And where the hell I've ended up On this glary random day Were the things I've really cared about Just left along the way For being too pent up and proud Woke up way too late Feeling hungover and old And the sun was shining bright And I walked barefoot down the road Started thinking about my old man Want to get into a car and go anywhere Here I stand, sad and free I can't cry, I can't see What I've done God, what have I done Don't you know I'm numb, man? I can't feel a thing at all Now it's all smiles and business these days I'm indifferent to the loss I have faith that there's a soul somewhere That's leading me around I wonder if she knows Which way is up and which is down I poured my heart out I poured my heart out It evaporated ... see? Blind man at a canyon's edge Of a panoramic scene Or maybe I'm a kite that's flying high and random Dangling a string Or slumped over in a vacant room Head on a stranger's knee I'm sure back home they think I've lost my mind |
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| 13. |
| 3:41 |
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I heard you on my wireless back in fifty two
Lying awake intently tuning in on you If I were young it didn't stop you coming through Oh-a oh They took the credit for your second symphony Rewritten by machine all new technology, And now I understand the problems you can see Oh-a oh I met your children Oh-a oh What did you tell them? Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Pictures came and broke your heart Oh-a-a-a oh And now we meet in an abandoned studio We hear the playback and it seems so long ago And you remember the jingles used to go Oh-a oh You were the first one Oh-a oh Maybe the last one Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far Oh-a-aho oh Oh-a-aho oh Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far Pictures came and broke your heart, put all the blame on vtr You are the radio star You are the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star You are the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star You are the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star |
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| 14. |
| 3:21 |
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NOTE: is an instrumental with speaking at the beginning. Not sure who says what.
-- God damn, I wanna rock. -- Ready to rock, man? -- (laughing) Yeah! (drumming) -- Hey! Hey! Hey, quit fucking around! I wanna rock, OK? 1, 2, 1, 2, 3.. (Robert's fuzz bass, and Darren plays a swing beat. Robert stops and Ben plays. Everything stops.) -- Man, I am serious. (laughing in BG) I'm not fuckin' around now, I'm three inches tall on this little fuckin' mic and it SUCKS! I wanna ROCK! Enough (?) bullshit, you motherfuckers, let's GO! 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4... (music starts, then stops) -- I'm sorry, I'm sorry. -- 2, 3, 4! (music starts, then stops) -- I'm sorry, I'm sorry. -- 1, 2, 3, 4! (music plays to end) |
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| 3:40 |
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habit isn't bliss
sunshine isn't missed happy when you're cold wanna be alone he's a lot of steam she's alot of breath takes a lot to see takes a lot to beg and it's just like Mitchell Lane everything's the same so go on and complain Wanna kill your friends reminding you of when happy when you're stoned wanna grow old and it's just like Mitchell Lane everything's the same so go on and complain Remember when we were fifteen and Robbie made that stupid face all day I guess he made his point 'cause I'm still here when I could be anywhere habit isn't bliss sunshine isn't missed and it's just like Mitchell Lane everything's the same so go on and complain and it's just like Mitchell Lane everything's the same so go on and complain |
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| 3:20 |
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Saw a silhouette across a fluorescent
Floating overhead, undoing his helmet Through the murky beams and blue-green sea life I saw him spinnin' towards the moonlight I pull him in, he wasn't breathin' His eyes were wide and I saw two of me there There's an ugly buzz that hovers just above the quiet Found a way to make it silent I'm comin' up for air I'm comin' up for air I'm comin' up for air Air Air They hold my hand and ask me to pull through A voice I know says, "Dear, he probably can't hear you..." I'm comin' up for air Comin' up for air Comin' up for air |
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| 18. |
| 4:11 |
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I know a girl who think and goes
She'll make you breakfast She'll make you toast she don't use butter she don't use cheese she don't use jelly or any of these she uses Vaseline (x2) I know a guy who goes to shows (goes to shows) and when he's alone and blows his nose (blows his nose) he don't use tissues or his sleeve he don't use napkins or any of these he uses magazines (x2) And I know this girl who reminds me of Cher She's always changing the color of her hair but she don't use nothing that you buy at the store she likes her hair-do to be real orange she uses tangerines (x2) |
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| 19. |
| 5:03 |
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So you wanted to take a break
Slow it down some and have some space Slow it down some and have some space Well fuck you too Give me my money back Give me my money back you bitch I want my money back (And don't forget to give me back my black T-Shirt) Wish I hadn't bought you dinner Right before you dumped me on your front porch Give me my money back Give me my money back You bitch I want my money back and don't forget And don't forget to give me back my black T-Shirt And don't forget. |
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