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| 3:47 | 
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All this talking
you'd think I'd have something to say but I'm just talking like a siren getting louder and farther away from the energetic kids in the park yes that was me breaking glass and pretending to start something big some new taste Did you wander as my voice went from station to station to state? Some loud thunder sometimes there's no telling if we're ok there are buildings up for sale on the other side of town which are falling down for people to stand in their place; to try to make something great That's just a part of the story And it could be maybe something complete someday At the end of the quarry yes that was me digging holes for all the world to see A cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky and slap us all on the teeth But there's always more unless I'm mistaken tell me when do mouths close and people gracefully retreat New York calling at the bottom of the ocean city gritting its teeth but there's no telling from the telepathic Mrs. Crying on live TV Whoah the misanthropic topical arrangement that is met with a shark bite by the terminal patient That's me Am I late? That's the state of my story and it may be one day something complete At the end of the quarry I have dug a hole for all the world to see A cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky and slap us all on the feet but there's always mre unless I'm mistaken Tell me when do mouths close and people gracefully retreat? |
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| 2. |
| 4:00 |
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You look so neat
Everyday is your birthday You're such a treat I'm just a drip in your faucet Before the party's over Before the highway road Before the day begins There's something I need to say There's no one else There is no one quite so perfect When you're foreign bound I am the coin in your pocket Just wait for me the night through Like I do for you There's no one left to cry boo hoo play it through ok ok ok ok oh You're not like me It seems that people stick like flies to you And my mystery Is just that I've no one to cling to I think it's the Chinese New Year Of this I'm fairly clear And what better way to celebrate Than run away with little boy blue? Come along now now now now now Don't think on an offer that you can't refuse Yesterday's not quite the same let's make it plain There are things that I can do Some day we're going to make it all right It is a radio tells me so. |
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| 5. |
| 5:32 |
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How did I arrive in a place like this?
Red right hand does the alligator kiss My hair turns white and my face turns green But my feet are still moving if you know what I mean Satan said dance He says to me to shake around And don't stop 'til you hit the ground And I know it is not how you thought it would be No whips no chains just dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing Satan said dance |
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| 6. |
| 1:13 |
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| 7. |
| 5:38 |
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She smiles
Then she laughs and then She rights the wheel On the road again While all you fear are her thighs A man makes a man a man is that the way to kiss a friend? She is not She is so Kindly meet me under stairs a city skyline just don't care what comes but we should mind that we don't To sound Them bells Skin thick To tell Not sick Nor well The air To speak The nose The feet The ear To see Too fool To stop Too late Blue cop And you Are meeeeeeeeeeeeeee To wear No clothes To strike No pose No hook No shoes Quick eat Then home To clean them bones To stick To guts The art Of loud Too neat Too proud No taste No foul The part To keep To yield To beat..... |
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| 8. |
| 2:01 |
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Amanda said you have to go
Amanda said it's time to go She said I'm tired of being homeless, restless. I confess I am wrong Listen, we are Listen, we are Listen, we are We're All Talk Talk Mission we're on Mission we're on Mission we're on Big Dumb Cock Cock Heaven be good Heaven be good Heaven be good Hell Stand Up Up Mission we're on Mission we're on Mission we're on Big Dumb Cock |
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| 9. |
| 3:32 |
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Try Jamaica
(I) think they'll take you Honolulu How do you do? I'll make a quick stop My fair-lady pill pop Before catching the bus to good lord knows where's what (Catch me) falling out of line I'm calling upon North Carolina to help me out here Salad nicoise Good to meet you Carcasonne hon' Stands next to no one The rake at the door has been taking a tour Of this tar (and) feather land and good lord knows that I am now Falling out of line I'm calling upon North Carolina to help me out here Yankee go Yankee go home The gas prices are getting higher As the rain falls upon dry land Yankee go home Senses burn man when the deck-hand Plays a flute which Reminds me of you oh That night have some patience And girls who are singing of strangers and sailors There are gunfights There are neckties A little history A little sunlight Alright Yankee go home Papa said Papa said Pa said get used to it Pa said get used to it Pa said it gets so goddamn hard but I get used to it Pa said get used to it |
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| 10. |
| 5:18 |
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Some songs see us sailing away
Navigating foreign borders And climbing the waves Someday your secret will be revealed Am I the one you're thinking of When the sun goes down into the water? We're struck by the still of the moon Hanging up there in the sky as though a balloon Anchored by an astronaut's patriot tune We will buy a ship and fly To the land that would be rediscovered We'll design a clever disguise Or retreat to the bottom of the sea We were destined to live out our lives Underwater you and me We'll escape beneath a violet sky Clouds come And night falls You seem different Oh my my! Upon an endless trail of moonlight They'll never realize that we have gone We have dropped right out of Out of sight We'll design a clever disguise Or retreat to the bottom of the se We were destined to live out our lives Underwater you and me |
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| 11. |
| 6:47 |
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Too big
Too strong Too weak Too long Too big Too strong Too weak Too long Too old Too proud Too soft Too loud To weep To moan To weep To moan To sleep Around Remain Unfound To seek To grow To seek To grow Too steep To walk To be On top Too far To go Too bad You know (shhhh!!!!!!) to make a sound to make a sound oh no here it comes oh no here it comes oh no here it comes oh no hear it (sound) to laugh to growl to leave abstract distance for the couch too steep too deep to taste to eat to meet the crowd to keep the towel to not let go asleep somehow too soft too loud rimbaud samo disease oh no! too far to go too young to know give up give up give up give up give up give up give up give up give up give up give up |
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