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Attention all shoppers
It's Cancellation Day Yes the Big Adios Is just a few hours away It's last call To do your shopping At the Last Mall You'll need the tools for survival And the medicine for the blues Sweet treats and surprises For the little buckaroos It's last call To do your shopping At the Last Mall We've got a sweetheart Sunset Special On all of the standard stuff 'Cause in the morning that gospel morning You'll have to do for yourself when the going gets tough Roll your cart back up the aisle Kiss the checkout girls goodbye Ride the ramp to the freeway Beneath the blood orange sky It's last call To do your shopping At the Last Mall |
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| 2. |
| 3:59 |
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I don't mind the quiet
Or the lonely nights I don't miss the funky attitudes And I don't miss the fights I lie on the couch 'till suppertime And hunker down and read the Post And that's when I remember the things I miss the most: The talk The sex Somebody to trust The Audi TT The house on the Vineyard The house on the gulf coast These are the things I miss the most I kinda like frying up My sad cuisine Gettin' in bed and curling up with a girlie magazine But sometimes in the corner of my eye I see that adorable ghost And then ba-boom I remember the things I miss the most The talk The sex Somebody to trust The comfy Eames chair The good copper pans The '54 Strat These are the things I miss the most I had a little birdy friend By morning she was gone Birdy good-bye Birdy bye-bye I'm learning how to meditate So far so good I'm building the Andrea Doria out of balsa wood The days really don't last forever But it's getting pretty damn close And that's when I remember the things I miss the most: The talk The sex Somebody to trust The Audi TT The house on the Vineyard The house on the gulf coast These are the things I miss the most |
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| 3. |
| 4:27 |
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I was scrapin' bottom
Gropin' in the dark It takes a crusty punk to really beat The mean streets of Medicine Park So I shifted left for out of town Then I clicked my heels and I doubled down to Blues Beach I'm frying Sizzlin' in the merciful rays And it's the long sad Sunday Of the early resigned I went to Central Station To catch that early bus They were gassed and runnin' every which way But unhappily not for us Here comes Trina the child bride I said hey pretty girl can I cop a ride to Blues Beach It's rainin' I'm chillin' at the Manatee Bar Well it's a stone soul picnic For the early resigned We could rent a paranymphic glider My hypothetical friend And we could sail 'Til the bending end Grab Big Dog a blanket Angel of my heart Things may get a whole lot worse Before suddenly falling apart Give your roommate Yvonne a ring Cause if she still wants in I gotta pull some strings On Blues Beach I'm dying Freezin' in the merciful rays And it's the long sad Sunday Of the early resigned |
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| 4. |
| 4:57 |
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In the beginning
We could hang with the dude But it's been too much of nothing Of that stank attitude Now they curse your name And there's a bounty on your face It's your own fault daddy GodWhacker's on the case We track your almighty ass Thru seven heaven-worlds Me, Slinky Redfoot And our trusty angel-girls And when the stars bleed out That be the fever of the chase You better get gone poppie GodWhacker's on the case Be very very quiet Clock everything you see Little things might matter later At the start of the end of history Climb up the glacier Across bridges of light We sniff you, Big Tiger In the forest of the night 'Cause there's no escape From the Rajahs of Erase You better run run run GodWhacker's on the case Be very very quiet Clock everything you see Little things might matter later At the start of the end of history Yes we are the GodWhackers Who rip and chop and slice For crimes beyond imagining It's time to pay the price You better step back son Give the man some whackin' space You know this might get messy GodWhacker's on the case |
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| 5. |
| 4:14 |
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Let me put it this way doll
And I know it's getting late I can tell from the planes of your face That you're from out of state But here in the Willows now here's the deal Tomorrow's for squares tonight's for real Drop me off in Groovetime Do you hear the Slang of Ages Show me how it's done Now did you say you were from the Netherlands Or was that "Netherworld"? If you grew up in Amsterdam Then I'm the Duke of Earl These tabs look iffy you say they're good Let's roll with the homeys knock on wood Drop me off in Groovetime Soothe me with the Slang of Ages Show me where I turn Are you all part of the Dreaming Or the end of my life so far? Or something half way in between You oughta know Hey where'd she go? Damn she skipped dimensions Was it something that I said? Or something I was thinking When she opened up my head? Let me make it right baby never mind how There's a crazy little place I know called "Be There Now" Drop me off in Groovetime Do you hear the Slang of Ages Show me how it's done Drop me off in Groovetime Soothe me with the Slang of Ages This is where I turn |
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| 6. |
| 5:55 |
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My coat is black and the moon is yellow
Here is where I get off As you can see for yourself old girl in the Green Book I tango down to the smoky lobby My eyes adjust to the light The new cashier looks like Jill St. John Can that be right? I'm rolling into the bar at Joey's They're getting ready to close And here she comes very "Kiss Me Deadly" My life, my love, my third hand rose Flash ahead to a yummy playback Just you and me in a room Double dreaming a page at a time in the Green Book The torso rocks and the eyes are keepers Now where'd we sample those legs? I'm thinking Marilyn 4.0 in the Green Book I like the neon I love the music Anachronistic but nice The seamless segue from fun to fever It's a sweet device I'm so in love with this dirty city This crazy grid of desire The festive icons along the way The boardwalk, the lovers, the house on fire She's kinda cute but a little younger She's got the mood and the moves It's kinda scary to dig yourself in the Green Book |
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| 7. |
| 4:01 |
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Our man Abu squeezes off twenty tracer rounds
And that's when she jumps the turnstile And as she clings to the roof of the speeding train The Double A down to Sheridan Square Her cell phone rings It's, like, her stupid father Be in the door by ten again Pixeleen Dream deep my three-times perfect ultrateen Pixeleen Born in the bogs of Jersey Trained how to love and spy hard Dropped on the streets of Roppongi Soaked through on the floor of a noodle shop And when Abu rams the clip in the miniglock Up on the catwalk inside the warehouse You whip a knife from the top of your go-go boot With just a flash of spectacular thigh Your pager starts to throb It's your as-if boyfriend Randall Better keep it real or whatever Pixeleen Rave on my sleek and soulful cyberqueen Pixeleen Penned by a hack in the Palisades Backed by some guys from Columbia Shot all in digital video For a million and change Flashback to cool summer nights Freddy can we cut to the chase? In the room above your garage Everything about me is different Symmetrical and clean This is what I see Just a girl in girlie trouble Dancing in the video with gun and tambourine Pixeleen Be good my three-times perfect ultrateen Pixeleen Born on the floor of a noodle shop Dropped in the bogs of Jersey Shot by a guy from Columbia Soaked through all in digital video Girl with the sweet backstory Pitched in a trailer in Burbank Cast by a cool-enough yes-man Screened at a festival in Utah |
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| 8. |
| 4:26 |
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That must be her again
She's leaning on my bell That cold psychotic ring The one I know so well So I'm nailed to the floor in the no-option zone There's about zero chance she'll give up and go home This endless afternoon It started on the day I met her Lunch with Gina is forever She's coming 'round the corner Her body's just a blur I peel out like The Flash It don't mean boo to her So I duck into Nino's she's barred from the place The minute I walk out she's right in my face She's got nothing but time No use in trying to be clever Lunch with Gina is forever Now I'm in my apartment The blinds down the lights out The phone rings God help me There's nobody home I crouch on the carpet Not breathing just being Like meat on the bone I'm in a cozy booth Maybe my watch is fast Another Tanqueray I'll wait 'til twenty past I'm about to go postal when she waltzes in I guess she's a knockout hey where have I been? The waiter never comes God knows the service could be better Lunch with Gina is forever Coffee and a kiss Maybe later maybe never Lunch with Gina... |
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| 9. |
| 6:45 |
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It's high time for a walk on the real side
Let's admit the bastards beat us I move to dissolve the corporation In a pool of margaritas So let's switch off all the lights And light up all the Luckies Crankin' up the afterglow 'Cause we're goin' out of business Everything must go Talk about your major pain and suffering Now our self-esteem is shattered Show the world our mighty hidey-ho face As we go sliding down the ladder It was sweet up at the top 'Til that ill wind started blowing Now it's cozy down below 'Cause we're goin' out of business Everything must go We gave it our best shot But keep in mind we got a lot The sky the moon good food and the weather First-run movies does anybody get lucky twice? Wouldn't it be nice... Tell me can you dig it Miss Fugazy Now it's gone from late to later Frankly I could use a little face time In the service elevator And if Dave from Acquisitions Wants to get in on the action With his Handicam in tow Well we're goin' out of business Everything must go Can it be the sorry sun is rising Guess it's time for us to book it Talk about the famous road not taken In the end we never took it And if somewhere on the way We got a few good licks in No one's ever gonna know 'Cause we're goin' out of business Everything must go |
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