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(R. Pollard-Sprout)
Disarm the settlers The new drunk drivers Have hoisted the flag We are with you in your anger Proud brothers Do not fret The bus will get you there yet To carry us to the lake The club is open Yeah, The club is open Hey, the club is open A-come on, come on, the club is open C'mon, c'mon, the club is open C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, the club is open... |
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(R. Pollard)
I am breathing, yet I feel no sky Things without wings have begun to fly Unhitched trailers---I see trailers trail From the well i pull an empty pail Little man bleeding, little heart beating so Evil speaker blow my circuits---oh no Brothers, sisters---all transistors, you know Father logic sometimes gets cosmic, you know |
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Watch me jumpstart as the old skin is peeled
See an opening and bust into the field Hidden longings no longer concealed Watch me bulldoze every bulldozer away Each new obstacle from each old new day Where it's going it's hard for me to say And shoot me down And bring me down But I won't be around As you run from the places you love I remember the faces that cry And they're pulling me back so I have to die And watch me jumpstart at the first light of day Each new sensation just blows me away Don't look now, don't look now, I'm a phase Straight from ground zero, X marks the spot I can't pretend to be something I'm not 'Cause I'm supernova, erect and white hot And shoot me down And bring me down But I won't be around As you run from the places you love I remember the faces that cry And they're holding me back so I have to die And watch me jumpstart I'm Maximum Jack Shot through the cosmos like an alien attack Film finished, fade into black |
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I've waited too long to have you
Hide in the back of me I've cheated so long I wonder How you keep track of me You could never be strong You can only be free And I never asked for the truth But you owe that to me I've entered the game of pricks With knives in the back of me Can't call you or on you no more When they're attacking me I'll climb up on the house Weep to water the trees And when you come calling me down I'll put on my disease You could never be strong You can only be free And I never asked for the truth But you owe that to me And I never asked for the truth But you owe that to me And I never asked for the truth But you owe that to me |
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(R. Pollard)
I resign myself to the resource That is unless I can't go out Should I concede? Sell yourself to the man Feel my good hand And she flees pell-mell So sick to have been |
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(Sprout)
Many years we spent unpressured That we knew so swell Love in times of simple pleasures Only time would tell Oh, this is not to say We are not the way we used to be Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We were not so fond of reason Everyone could tell Even times we'd start to stumble But never ever fell Oh, this is not to say We were not the worst we've ever been Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fools and kings decide Ways to live your life This is just the way we want to be |
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(GbV)
Shoot up on the fast lane She falls like a concrete robot She's a boy Billy-I Billy-L Billy-L Billy-Y Billy-I Billy-L Billy-L Billy-Y |
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(R. Pollard)
Sometimes I get the feeling That you don't want me around But just when you are waking Just as the snakes are flaking Sometimes I get the feeling That you don't want me around Sometimes I get the feeling That you don't want me around |
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(R. Pollard-J. Pollard-Demos)
Introducing the amazing rockethead You know what the deal is dude Excuse me Napoleon But I gotta know Why I gotta stand In a hallway In a highway Where nothing goes my way Well I'm going out Well I'm going in To the Big Chief's place Gonna slap his factory down |
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(R. Pollard)
Chain smoke rings like a vapor snake kiss She says she don't know why The closer you are the quicker it hits you Closer you are the quicker it hits you Now you can see the boys dreaming, scheming. . . You play the heavy It's a real slick movie move "Stoned at the Alamo" tonight The closer you are the quicker it hits you Try to be nice and look what it gets you Now you can see the boys dreaming, scheming. . . I get up at seven o'clock And drive myself up to the Lookout Rock The closer you are the quicker it hits you The closer you are the quicker it hits you Now you can see the boys dreaming, scheming. . . The closer you are the quicker it hits you The closer you are the quicker it hits you... |
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(R. Pollard-Sprout)
Post-punk X-Man parked his fork-lift Like a billion stars flickering from the grinder's wheel Lower hybrid clad in metal In subgroup tools Excused from schools To fathom hell See you now Echo and his brother (Echo and his brother) Fish and Peter the Pig Will meet where it's big Auditorium Auditorium Auditorium Auditorium |
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When you motor away beyond the once-red lips
When you free yourself from the chance of a lifetime You can be anyone they told you to You can belittle every little voice that told you so And then the time will come when you add up the numbers And then the time will come when you motor away Oh, why don't you just drive away? When you motor away down the icy streets You can't lie to yourself that it's the chance of a lifetime You can be anyone they told you to You can belittle every little voice that told you so And the time will come when you add up the numbers And then the time will come when you motor away Oh, why don't you just drive away? Come on Speed on |
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(R. Pollard)
This is called "the coming of age" Coming into town with the giggling faggots Starting blizzards and other weird weather patterns We participate in the shit Now that's a hit Now that's a hit! |
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I want to start a new life
With my valuable hunting knife She will shine like a new girl And I want to shout out our love to the world, hit it Everything I think about I think about Everything I talk about I talk about with you But you don't know what I go through You don't know Days, they will turn into nights But my valuable hunting knife It will not rust through the tears And it will not lose its appeal over years, come on Everything I think about I think about Everything I talk about I talk about with you But you don't know what I go through You don't know I'll never know I'll never know And then I will run And then I will. . . And then I will hide And then I will. . . And then I will run And then I will. . . And then I will hide I'll never know I'll never know |
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(R. Pollard)
Send in the striped white jets In through stained glass ceilings, ah-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh Color them white or red Don't let anyone find out Or expose your feelings, ah-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh Cover your head instead And penetrate this dark heart And as the wound is healing, ah-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh Crawl to the other side Where things are new in brilliant blue And striped white jets come speeding through, ah-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh And we must not forget The sudden pain of birth and greed And what's expected of this superbreed And those who dream to touch the sun And those who run Who always run Perfect striped white jets In their hangars bleeding, ah-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh Cover them all in black |
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(R. Pollard-Sprout)
She's slender Oh, she's cream She's face I took her from place to place I moved her from room to room I exploited her Became the groom So I write music for soundtracks now I write music for soundtracks now (That's what I wanted to do anyhow) I took her from place to place I took her from room to room So I know, yeah... |
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We've been burned out
Concerned out Discerned out We've been sought out 'Cause we can't believe our eyes We are the willing supporters And we'd like to know Why everything is so unkind We've been sent in Defending the one thing Cause it's our duty We've got to find out why We are the willing supporters And we'd like to know Why everything is so unkind We really should be fine, yeah |
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(R. Pollard)
Chicken blows I suppose we could have a girl or a boy And I see what you mean I'm not here to drink all the beer In the fridge (oh, la la la) In the room (oh) In the house In the place (oh, la la la) That we both (oh) So love Can you sink to the depths (lots of "oh"ing) I don't know I don't even care And our lives slip away In the end we will probably reach All the way (oh, la la la) To the walls (oh) over there Have you flown? (oh, la la la) Our courage (oh) Is only a taste And I'll get paid (ooh, ooh) If you'll get laid (ooh, ooh) It's our parade (ooh, ooh) |
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(Sprout)
(the lyrics of most of this song are really incorrect, but I have no clue what he's saying) Hey, little girl would you say that you know that It's so hard to believe that it's so sad And I know you're believing in something But it's just so hard to believe in a nomad I don't care what you do anymore I don't care, I don't care Hey little girl would you stop and just lay back It's so hard to believe that you're so sad And I know we just keep talking about it In a swirl bunch of nothing turned inside out I don't care what you do anymore I don't care what you do anymore I don't care what you do anymore I don't care, I don't care Hey little whirl I reach for you and you jump back It's so hard to believe that you're so sad I know that we've talked all around it A little whirl we can do something about it I don't care what you do anymore I don't care what you do anymore I don't care what you do anymore I don't care, I don't care |
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Decide now!
Decide now before you continue The list is complete without your permission I finally know how, I finally can't quit And ancient ideas are on fire, my love Completely the rope has been severed The night screams for contact and clue I must keep a journal I must boast a victory And the hellfire is dying around you, my love Around you, my love X12 |
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(R. Pollard)
Full head of nothing Fail to see the difference Fail to feel the mercy Off to join the flagstaff Always crush me Picture my amazement When it doesn't always pain me And I will reproduce faster Commitment trailblazer Your trail is quite a puzzle And you are such a daredevil And you are such a collector Always crush me Picture my amazement When it doesn't always pain me And I will reproduce faster |
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(R. Pollard)
Alright Alright Alright Alright for our lives to be once again like it once was in the ice age, in a kingdom long ago; without songs, without hope, without meaning, and therefore always having the same effect without ever knowing why |
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