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| 2. |
| 3:57 | 
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Blood Roses
Blood Roses Back on the street now can't forget the things you never said on days like these gets me thinking when chickens get a taste of your meat chickens get a taste of meat You gave them your blood and you warm little diamond he likes killing you after you're dead you think I'm a queer I think you're a queer I think you're a queer Waid I think you're a queer and I shaved ever place where you been I shaved everyplace wher you been God knows I know I've thrown away those graces the Belle of New Orleans tried to show me once how to tango wrapped around your feet wrapped around like good little roses Blood Roses Blood Roses back on the street now now you've cut out the flute from the throat of the loon at least when you cry now he can't even hear you when chicken get a taste of your meat when he sucks you deep sometimes you're nothing but meat |
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| 3. |
| 3:41 |
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Father Lucifer
you never looked so sane you always did prefer the drizzle to the rain tell me that you'll stay in love with that Milkmaid how's the Lizzies how's your Jesus Christ been hanging nothings gonna stop me from floating nothings gonna stop me from floating he says he reckons I'm a watercolor stain he says I run and then I run from him and then I run he didn't see me watching from the aeroplane he wiped a tear and then he threw away our appleseed nothings gonna stop me from floating everyday's my wedding day though baby's still in his comatose state I'll die my own Easter eggs don't go yet and Beenie lost the sunset but that's OK does Joe bring flowers to Marilyn's grave and girls that eat pizza and never gain weight Father Lucifer you never looked so sane |
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| 4. |
| 4:33 |
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slag pit
stag shit honey bring it close to my lips yes don't blow those brains yet we gotta be big boy we gotta be big starfucker just like my Daddy just like my Daddy selling his baby just like my Daddy gonna strike a deal make him feel like a Congressman it runs in the family rest your shoulders Peaches and Cream everywhere a Judas as far as you can see Beautiful angel calling "we got every re-run of Muhammed Ali" prism perfect honey bring it close to your lips yes what is termed a landslide of principle proportioned boy it better be big boy starfucker just like my Daddy just like my Daddy selling his baby just like my Daddy gonna strike a deal make him feel like a Congressman it runs in the family Mother Mary china white brown may be sweeter she will supply |
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| 8:06 |
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| 6. |
| 1:07 |
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Hello, Mr.Zebra
Can I have your sweater Cause it's cold cold cold in my hole hole hole Ratatouille strychine Sometimes she's a friend of mind with a gigantic whirlpool that will bolw your mind Hello, Mr.Zebra Ran into some confusion with a Mrs.Crocodile furry mussels marching on She think's she's kaiser wilhelm or a civilizend syllabub to blow your mind figure it out She, she is a goodtime fella She got a little fund to fight for moneypenny's rights figure it out She, she is a goodtime fella too bad the burial was premature she said and smiled |
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| 7. |
| 4:10 |
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tuna
rubber a little blubber in my igloo and I knew you pigtails and all girls when they fall and they said Marianne killed herself and I said not a chance don't you love the girls ladies babes old bags who say she was so pretty why why why why did she crawl down in the old deep ravine c'mon pigtails girls and all those sailors get your bags and hold down won't you just hold down cause Ed is watching my every sound I said they're watching my every sound the weasel squeaks faster than a seven day week I said Timmy and that purple Monkey are all down at Bobby's house making themselves pesters and lesters and jesters and my traitors of kind and I'm just having thoughts of Marianne she could outrun the fastest slug she could Marianne quickest girl in the frying pan |
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| 4:26 |
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Caught a lite sneeze caught a lite breeze
caught a lightweight lightningseed boys on my left side boys on my right side boys in the middle and you're not here I need a big loan from the girl zone building tumbling down didn't know our love was so small couldn't stand it all Mr St. John just bring your son the spire is hot and my cells can't feed and you still got that Belle dragging you foots I'm hiding it well Sister Ernestine but I still got that Belle dragging my foots right on time you get closer and closer called my name but there's no way in use taht fame rent your wife and kids today maybe she will maybe she will caught a lite sneeze dreamed a little dream made my own pretty hate machine boys on my left side boys on my right side boys in the middle and you're not here boys in their dresses and you're not here I need a big loan from the girl zone |
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| 3:49 |
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Muhammad my friend
it's time to tell the world we both know it was a girl back in Bethlehem and on that fateful day when she was crucified she wore Shiseido Red and we drank tea by her side sweet sweet used to be so sweet to me Muhammad my friend I'm getting very scared teach me how to love my brothers who don't know the law and what about the deal on the flying trapeze got a peanut butter hand but honey do drop in at the Dew Drop Inn sweet sweet between the boys and the bees and Moses I know I know you've seen fire but you've never seen fire until you've seen the Pele blow and I've never seen light but I sure have seen gold and Gladys save a place for me on you grapevine till I get my own TV show ashre ashre ashre ashre and if I lose my Cracker Jacks at the tidal wave I got a place in the Pope's rubber robe Muhammad my friend it's time to tell the world we both know it was a girl back in Bethlehem |
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| 5:12 |
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no one's picking up the phone
guess it's me and me and this little masochist she's ready to confess all the things that I never thought that she could feel and hey Jupiter nothings been the same so are you gay are you blue thought we both could use a friend to run to and I thought I wouldn't have to keep with you hiding thought I knew myself so well all the dolls I had took my leather off the shelf your apocalypse was fab for a girl who couldn't choose between the shower or the bath and I thought I wouldn't have to be with you a magazine no one's picking up the phone guess it's clear he's gone and this little masochist is lifting up her dress guess I thought I could never feel the things I feel hey Jupiter |
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| 1:14 |
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Maybe I'm the afterglow cause I'm with the band you know
Don't you hear the laughter on the way down Yes I am the anchorman dining here with son of Sam a hair too much to chat of on the way down gonna meet a great big star gonna drive his great big car gonna have it all here on the way down Way down, way down she knows, let's go Way down, way down, way down, she knows |
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| 12. |
| 4:29 |
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Little Amsterdam
in a southern town hominy get it on the plate girl Momma keep your head down Momma it wasn't my bullet don't take me back to the Range I'm just coming out of the cell in my brain girl you got to know these days which side your on Momma got shit she loved a brown man then she built a bridge in the Sheriff's bed she'd do anything to save her man you see her olives are cold pressed and her best friend is a sun dress but Momma it wasn't my bullet round and a round and a round I go round and a round this time for keeps Father only you can save my soul and playing that organ must count for something girl you got to know these days which sid eyour on Little Amsterdam shut down today they buried her with a butter bean bouquet and the Sheriff now can't ride away like he said into the sunset and I won't say he shouldna paid but Momma it wasn't my bullet |
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| 3:43 |
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Congratulate you
said you had a double tongue balancing cake and bread say goodbye to a glitter girl Talula, Talula you don't want to lose her she must be worth losing if it is worth something Talula, Talula she's brand new now to you wrapped in your papoose your little Fig Newton say goodbye to the old world ran into the Henchman who severed Anne Boleyn he did it right quickly a merciful man she said 1 + 1 is 2 but Henry said that it was 3 so it was here I am Talula, Talula I don't want to lose it it must be worth losing if it is worth something Talula, Talula she's brand new now to you wrapped in your papoose your little Fig Newton and Jamaica do you know what I have done Mary M weaving on said what you want is in the blood Senators I got Big Bird on the fishing line with a bit of a shout a bit of a shout a bit of an angry snout he's my favorite hooker of the whole bunch and I know about his only bride and how the Russians die on the ice I got my rape hat on honey but I always could accessorize and I never cared too much for the money but I know right now that it's in God's hands but I don't know who the father is Talula, Talula I don't want to lose him he must be worth losing if it is worth something Talula, Talula he's brand new now to you wrapped in you papoose your little Fig Newton |
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| 3:51 |
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Not the Red Baron
Not Charlie Brown think I got the message figured another pilot down and are there devils with halos in beautiful capes taking them into the flames Not Judy G Not Jean Jean with a hallowed heart I see that screen go down in the flames with every step with every beautiful heel pointed Not the Red Baron I'm sure Not Charlie's wonderful dog not anyone I really know just another pilot down maybe I'll just sing him a last little sound many there know some girls with red ribbons the prettiest red ribbons |
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| 1:26 |
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Gotta tell you what I heard from Agent Orange
Mister Suntan, Mister Happy Man Mister I know the girls on all the world tours Mister Agent, yeah He's my favorite and they don't understand he's got palm oil pants yes he's down and there and everywhere he's getting in too deep in this underwater city where she swims and swims |
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| 4:20 |
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hand me a trick and a kick and your message
well you'll never gain weight from a doughnut hole then thought that I could decipher your message there's no one here dear no one at all and if I'm wasting all your time this time maybe you never learned to take and if I'm hanging on to your shade I guess I'm way beyond the pale and southern men can grow gold can grow pretty blood can be pretty like a delicate man copper to steel to a hinge that is faltered that let's you in let's you in let's you in something's just keeping you numb you told me last night you were a sun now with your very own devoted satellite happy for you and I am sure that I hate you two sons too many too many able fires and if I'm wasting all your time this time maybe you never learned to take and if I'm hanging on to your shade I guess I'm way beyond the pale |
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| 5:11 |
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Putting The Damage On
by Tori Amos Glue stuck to my shoes Does anyone know why you play with an orange rind You say you packed my things And you divided what was mine You're off to the mountain top I say her skinny legs could use the sun But now I'm wishing For my best impression of my best Angie Dickinson But now I've got to worry Cause boy you still look pretty When you're putting the damage on Don't make me scratch on your door I never left you for a banjo I only just turned around For a poodle and a corvette And my impression Of my best Angie Dickinson But now I've got to worry Cause boy you still look pretty When you're putting the damage on I'm trying not to move It's just your ghost passing through I said I'm trying not to move It's just your ghost passing through It's just your ghost passing through And now I'm quite sure There's a light in your platoon I never seen a light move Like yours can do to me So now I'm wishing For my best impression Of my best Anigie Dickinson But now I've got to worry Cause boy you still look pretty To me But I've got a place to go I've got a ticket to your late show And now I've got to worry even still You sure are pretty When you're putting the damage on Yes When you're putting the damage on You're just so pretty When you're putting the damage on |
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| 3:12 |
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Twinkle
by Tori Amos sure that star can twinkle and you're watching it do boy so hard boy so hard but I know a girl twice as hard and I'm sure said I'm sure she's watching it too no matter what she's got in her right dresser tied I know she's watching that star gonna twinkle gonna twinkle gonna twinkle and last time I knew she worked at an Abbey in Iona she said "I killed a man T I've gotta stay hidden in this Abbey" but I can see that star when she twinkles and she twinkles and I sure can that means I sure can that means I sure can so hard so hard |
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