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I am an Opera Singer
I stand on painted Tape It tells me where I'm going And where to throw my cape I call my co-star's brother I call my co-star's name I play both good and evil parts I sing to Verdi's play And every single morning By 10 AM I'm dressed My rehearsals last for hours and hours With diligence I have been blessed Some people they call me monster Some people they call me saint My talent feeds my darker side Yet no one will complain I am an opera singer I sing in foreign lands I've sung for kings in Europe And emperors in Japan And after each performance People stand around and wave Just to tell me that they love my voice Just to tell me that I'm great I am an opera singer I will sing when you're all dead I sing the mountains crumbling apart I sing what can't be said I am an opera singer I sing in foreign lands Most people seem to know my name Or at least know who I am |
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| 2. |
| 3:57 |
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Disempowered
The scattering flock Dances in a fever At the Castle Rock Dust devils cypress Ripening fruit Ascending quick Into the authors bathroom Fon, Jo and Tootsie Are out on a wire Mans tooth junkies(?) All full of desire *Meanwhile Rick James takes her new And there's nothing I can do Meanwhile Rick James takes her new And there's nothing I can do And there's nothing I can say to you I've got a lot of work to do I guess I'll leave it up to you Uninvited We'll stay if we want Searching through your closets For your grandfathers gun We were swimming your kidney, Kidney shaped pool Scratching at the bottom For another clue, yeah Fon, Jo and Tootsie Are out on a wire Mans tooth junkies(?) All full of desire * Repeat |
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| 3. |
| 3:07 |
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Adjectives on the typewriter
He moves his words like a prize fighter The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell The man on the street might just as well be The man on the street might just as well The man on the street might just as well be *Outside, outside the world Out there you don't hear the echoes and calls But the steel I, Type jaw Say it all Say it all But the white paint, Plastic saints Say it all... (x5) Say somebody, Has got to say it all Somebody Has got to say it all I'm so nervous I'm so tense My heart can't forget about this self defense The air is so hot and my breath comes fast I thumb the cool blade but I know this can't last I thumb the cool blade but I know this can't last... * Repeat Yeah, adjectives on the typewriter He moves his words like a prize fighter The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell The man on the street might just as well be The man on the street might just as well The man on the street might just as well be |
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| 3:24 |
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I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what's best I want a girl with shoes that cut And eyes that burn like cigarettes I want a girl with the right allocations Who's fast and thorough And sharp as a tack She is playing with her jewelry She is putting up her hair She is touring the facility And picking up slack I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnng jacket...... I want a girl who gets up early I want a girl who stays up late I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity Who used a machete to cut through red tape With fingernails that shine like justice And a voice that is dark like tinted glass She is fast, thorough And sharp as a tack She is touring the facility And picking up slack I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnnng.... lonnng jacket I want a girl with a smooth liquidation I want a girl with good dividends And at the city bank we will meet accidentally We'll start to talk when she borrows my pen She wants a car with a cup-holder arm rest She wants a car that will get her there She's changing her name from Kitty to Karen She's trading her MG for a white Chrysler Le Barron I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnnggggggggg jacket |
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| 5. |
| 2:59 |
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So you'll be an Austrian Nobleman
Commissioning a symphony in C Which defies all earthly descriptions You'll be Commissioning a symphony in C With money you squeeze from the peasants To your nephew you can give it as a present This magnificent symphony in C You'll be commissioning a symphony in C Completely filling the palace concert hall It's warm and golden like an oven that's wide open It has a melody both happy and sad Built on Victoria's young triads You've entered the room with great caution Though no one in the hall is even watching They are transfixed They are forgetting just to breath They are so taken by your symphony... In C You're sitting there thinking your thoughts They are not about what is but what is not You are sitting there breathing in your breath You are seldom breathing life but mostly death So you'll be an Austrian Nobleman Commissioning a symphony in C Which defies all earthly descriptions You'll be commissioning... A symphony... In C |
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| 6. |
| 1:31 |
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Welcome to the King's palace
Arco Arena Arco Arena Why walk in circles? Why walk in circles? Why walk in circles when you can win? Move your feet to the spirit of the ball Move your feet to the spirit of the ball Welcome to the King's palace Arco Arena Arco Arena Crazy train, daisy chain People just getting lazy, complaining Arco Arena Arco Arena The parking lot sparkles hot Around the busy sports complex Crazy train, daisy chain People just getting lazy, complaining Arco Arena Arco Arena |
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| 7. |
| 3:40 |
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We are building a religion
We are building it bigger We are widening the corridors And adding more lanes We are building a religion A limited edition We are now accepting callers for the pendant key chains To resist it is useless It is useless to resist it His cigarette is burning But he never seems to ash He is grooming his poodle He is living comfort eagle You can meet at his location But you better come with cash Now his hat is on backwards He can show you his tatoos He is in the music business He is calling you "DUDE!" Now today is tomorrow And tomorrow today And yesterday is weaving in and out And the bliping white lines That the airplane leaves behind Are drifting right in front of the waining of the moon He is handling the money He's serving the food He knows about your party He is calling you "DUDE!" Now do you believe In the one big sign The doublewide shine On the bootheels of your prime Doesn't matter if you're skinny Doesn't matter if you're fat You can dress up like a solten In your onion head hat We are building a religion We are making a brand We're the only ones to turn to When your castles turn to sand Take a bite of this apple Mr. corporate invents Take a walk through the jungle Of cardboard shanties and tents Some people drink Pepsi Some people drink Coke The wacky morning DJ Says domocracy's a joke He says now do you believe In the one big song He's now accepting callers Who would like to sing along She says, do you believe In the one true edge By fastening your safety belts And stepping towards the ledge He is handling the money He is serving the food He is now accepting callers He is calling me "DUDE!" Now do you believe In the one big sign The doublewide shine On the bootheels of your prime There's no need to ask directions If you ever lose your mind We're behind you We're behind you And let us please remind you We can send a car to find you If you ever lose your way We are building a religion We are building it bigger We are building A religion A limited Edition We are now accepting callers... For these beautiful... Pendant keychains |
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| 8. |
| 3:24 |
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There's a long line of cars And they're trying to get through There's no single explanation There's no central destination But this long line of cars Is trying to get through And this long line of cars Is all because of you You don't wonder where we're going Or remember where we've been We've got to keep this traffic Flowing and accept a little spin So this long line of cars Will never have an end And this long line of cars Keeps coming around the bend From the streets of sacra mento To the freeways of L A We've got to keep this fire burning And accept a little gray So this long line of cars Is trying to break free And this long line of cars Is all because of me This long line of cars Long line of cars Long line of cars Long line of cars |
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| 9. |
| 3:58 |
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I don't want to wonder
If this is a blunder I don't want to worry whether We're gonna stay together 'Till we die I don't want to jump in Unless this music's thumping All the dishes rattle in the cupboards When the elephants arrive *I want to love you madly I want to love you now I want to love you madly, way I want to love you, love you Love you madly I don't want to fake it I just want to make it The ornaments look pretty But they're pulling down the branches Of the Tree I don't want to think about it I don't want to talk about it When I kiss your lips I want to sink down to the bottom Of the sea * Repeat I don't want to hold back I don't want to slip down I don't want to think back to the one thing that I know I Should have done I don't want to doubt you Know everything about you I don't want to sit across the table from you Wishing I could run * Repeat |
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| 10. |
| 3:09 |
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Without the pretty pink ribbon,
You'd end up just like me. Without the pretty pink ribbon, You'd fload down to the sea. Without the pretty pink ribbon, You'd say just what you pleased. Without the sticky little kitten, You're ticket could never be free. *Without your tight little denum, Your virtues would all go unknown. Without the room that you live in, Your cancer would eat through the bone. Your muscles would bulge underground. Your demons would all be around. Without the pretty pink ribbon, You'd end up just like me. Without the pretty pink ribbon, You'd end up just like me. Without the pretty pink ribbon, You'd burn all these dying leaves. Without the pretty pink ribbon, You would lift this steaming herd. You would kill all the sick ones. You would bury them deep in the earth. * Repeat |
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| 3:41 |
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I don't want to
hear you whisper I don't want to orbit your world of two. There's only room for you in your world of two. I don't like to hang around you. I don't want to live in your world of two. There's only room for you in your world of two. It's not that I don't like you. But it's not that I don't love you. It's not that I don't think you are two of the most perfectly, beautiful people in your world. In your world of two There's only room for you In your world of two There's only room for you In your world of two In your world of two There's only room There's only room There's only room For you |
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