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| 1. |
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She said always remember never to trust me
She said that the first night that she met me She said there's gonna come a time when I'm gonna have to go With whoever's gonna get me the highest She said I won't be much for conversation If we go and do the rest of this And I've never been much for conservation I kinda dig these awkward silences She's got those Bones Brigade videos She knew them back and forth, she slept with so many skaters She had the place to herself, she had a couple hundred bucks And he had nothing but the number I like the guy who always answers the door He always knows what you came to his house for She said I won't be much for all this humbert humbert stuff I've never really done that much of this And I have to really try so hard not to fall in love I have to concentrate when we kiss She mouthed the words along to "Running Up That Hill" That song got scratched into her soul And he never heard that song before but he still got the metaphor He knows some people that switched places before I like the crowds at the really big shows People touching people that they don't even know, yo I guess the heavy stuff ain't quite at its heaviest By the time it gets out to suburban Minneapolis We were living up at Nicollet and 66th With three skaters and some hoodrat chick Drove the wrong way down 169 Almost died up by Edina High |
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| 2. |
| 3:45 |
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They got to the part with the cattle and the creeping things, said I'm pretty sure we've heard this one before
Don't it all end up in some revelation with four guys on horses and violent red visions Famine and death and pestilence and war? I'm pretty sure I heard this one before You in the corner with a good looking drifter, two cups of coffee and ten packs of sugar I heard Gideon saw you in Denver, he said you're contagious Silly rabbit, tripping is for teenagers, murder is for murderers and hard drugs are for bartenders I think I might have mentioned that before He's got the pages in his pockets that he ripped out of the Bible from his bed stand in the motel He likes the part where the traders get chased out from the temple I guess I heard about original sin, I heard the dude blamed the chick, I heard the chick blamed the snake I heard they were naked when they got busted and I heard things ain't been the same since You on the streets with a tendency to preach to the choir, wired for sound and down with whatever I heard Gideon did you in Denver She's got a cross around her neck that she ripped off from a schoolgirl in the subway on a visit to the city She likes how it looks on her chest with three open buttons She likes the part where one brother kills the other, she has to wonder if the world ever will recover 'Cause Cain and Abel seem to still be causing trouble She said I was seeing double for three straight days after I got born again It felt strange but it was nice and peaceful and it really pleased me to be around so many people Of course, half of them were visions, half of them were friends from going through the program with me Later on we did some sexy things, took a couple photographs and carved them into wood reliefs But that's enough about me Come on, tell me how you got down here into Ybor City He said I got to the part about the exodus And up to then I only knew it was a movement of the people But if small town cops are like swarms of flies and blackened foil is like boils and hail I'm pretty sure I've been through this before It seemed like a simple place to score And it seemed like a simple place to score It seemed like a simple place to score and then some old lady came to the door And said McKenzie Phillips doesn't live here anymore |
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| 3. |
| 3:53 |
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Your little hoodrat friend makes me sick
But after I get sick I just get sad 'Cause it burns being broke, hurts to be heartbroken And always being both must be a drag She's been calling me again She's been calling me again Your little hoodrat friend's been calling me again And I can't stand all the things that she sticks into her skin Like sharpened ballpoint pens and steel guitar strings She says it hurts, but it's worth it Tiny little text etched into her neck It said "Jesus lived and died for all your sins" She's got blue black ink and it's scratched into her lower back Says "Damn right, He'll rise again" Yeah, damn right, she'll rise again Damn right, she'll rise again And I've been dusted in the dark up in penetration park And I've been plastered I've been shaking hard and searching in a dirty storefront church And I've been plowed But I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend? Your little hoodrat friend got me high though We were 17 and stuck up up in Osseo She said it's funny how true love gets troubled by still water And washed up in the Mississippi River Her claddagh ring was pointed at the people She said St. Theresa came to me in dreams She said I ain't gonna do anything sexual with you I'm kinda saving myself for the scene And I've been dusted in the dark up in penetration park And I've been plastered I've been shaking hard and searching in a dirty storefront church And I've been plowed But I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend? She said city center used to be the center of our scene Now city center's over, no one really goes there Back then we used to drink beneath this railroad bridge Some nights the bus wouldn't even stop, there were just too many kids I was waiting for my ride and I got jumped from behind And I got punctured I got stopped by the cops and they found it in my socks And I got probed But I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend? |
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| 4. |
| 4:14 |
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Holly wore a string around her finger
She said it helps her to remember all the nights that we got over And besides, it ties her outfit all together Holly wore a string around her finger There are strings attached to every single lover But they still can't even tether us together Listen to the back of the theater, I think they really love one another There are strings attached to every single lover When they say great white sharks They mean the kind in big black cars When they say killer whales They mean they whaled on him 'till they killed him up in penetration park Holly wore a cross to ward them off She said if they think you're a Christian then they won't bring in the dogs And if they think you're a Catholic then they'll want to meet your boss Holly wore a cross to ward them off Yeah, there's camps down by the banks of the river And it's sketchy in the night but they mostly lay low in the light Hey sweet recovery, come on, won't you wade into the water with me? You know, there's camps down by the banks of the river When they say black and tans You know they mean the kind from the cans We don't got time to mix it all together I'm a very busy man, man She said I dig those awkward silence 'Cause I grew up in denial and went to school in Massachusetts He said hi, I like to party on the problem blocks And I can't stand it when the banging stops I saw her at the party pit She was shaky but still trying to shake it Half naked and three-quarters wasted She was completely alone I saw him at the riverbank He was breaking bread and giving thanks With crosses made of pipes and planks Leaned up against the nitrous tanks And he said take a hit Hold your breath and I'll dunk your head Then when you wake up again Yeah, you'll be high as hell and born again Yeah, there's strings attached to every single lover There's strings attached to every single lover |
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| 3:58 |
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When he's holding then the streetlamps, they seem an awful lot like spotlights
Yeah, sometimes Charlemagne gets uptight Running numbers between bars, running girls between the cars And sometimes Charlemagne feels alright, alright, alright Charlemagne had eyes just like a lover Last winter there was weather and his eyes just iced right over Cassanova's in the corner and he's asking for a dance Speed shooters driving 'round and coming down and trying to hook up with an entrance ramp Tramps like us and we like tramps Charlemagne's got something in his sweatpants Holly was supposed to be at CCD but she was walking around on shady streets She was looking around for something she could take up to a party And it's not like she's enslaved, it's more like she's enthralled She don't need it but she likes it so she always makes that call First it makes her feel tall, then it makes her feel small and it's all a sweet fleeting feeling They did the "been caught stealing" into "dancing on the ceiling" And you're damn right we danced Charlemagne's got something in his sweatpants Do you want me to tell it like it's boy meets girl and the rest is history, or do you want it like a murder mystery? I'm gonna tell it like a comeback story 'Cause when we left we were defeated and depressed and when we arrived we were ripping high We had a gun in the glove box, we had some sweet stuff tucked into our socks, and Jesus Christ in all His glory |
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| 5:26 |
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You came into the party with a long black shawl
And the guys from the front lawn were making jokes about the white swan Some nights we just need to get touched and rub up against something plush Some nights it's just a crush and some nights it's blood lust She said we might use you later on Meet me right back here around dawn You came into the ER drinking gin from a jam jar And the nurse is making jokes about the ER being like an after bar You know you're weak and effete and I'm coming up from the streets You're up in your loft getting soft and I'm coming up the stairs and I'm coming from the streets She said I love the guys you can't trust Meet me here about dusk I was half dead then I got born again I got lost in all the lights but it was okay in the end And when we hit the twin cities, I didn't know that much about it I knew Mary Tyler Moore and I knew Profane Existence I was keyed up, keys jangled in the stalls They counted money in the motels, they mostly sold it in the malls And the carpet at the Thunderbird Has a burn for every cowboy that got fenced in She said you remind me of Rod Stewart when he was young You've got passion and you think that you're sexy and all the punks think that you're dumb The guys around the lockers got a story about the stomach pump And the guys behind the theater found a body in the garbage dump She got screwed up by religion She got screwed by soccer players She got high for the first time at the camps down by the banks of the Mississippi River Lord, to be seventeen forever She got confused about the truth She came to in a confession She got high for the last time in the camps down by the banks of the river Lord, to be thirty-three forever And she got screwed up by her vision It was scary when she saw him She didn't tell a single person about the camps on the banks of the Mississippi River Lord, to be seventeen forever She got strung out on the scene And she got scared when it got druggy The way the whispers bit like fangs in the last hour of the party Lord, to be thirty-three forever |
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| 3:04 |
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She drove it like she stole it
She stole it fast and with a multitude of casualties She said I shipped it out from Boulder Packed in coffee grounds and wrapped around in dryer sheets We spent a few months just wandering the Sonoma High as hell and shivering and smashed We were trying for a vision quest We opened up three buttons and all we saw was desert trash It's a funny bit of chemistry How a cool car makes a guy seem that much cooler And it's worth noting that throughout history Kids come around the corner to a multitude of casualties We spent a few hours circling the city Like a hawk out on the highways we were looking around for something that just died We heard the deacon's hopeful eulogy At least in dying you don't have to deal with new wave for a second time And after your party We got off the grid We just couldn't get with all those clever kids And now we forage on the frontage roads We drive at night, I guess it just feels somewhat safer Yeah, we scrounge around for sustenance We mostly eat it in the back half of the theaters We spent a few years nodding off in matinees We were high as hell and shivering and smashed We were hoping for an action adventure Or something loud that we could feel through all the Feminax And after the movie We got off the ground Got in your car and crawled around in Lowertown While she was at the citadel he was getting high as hell When she came to in the matinee she was asking around for some place else to stay While he was down in Lowertown she was feeling out the 5:30 folk mass And the night she got born again, he was getting with her little hoodrat friend They did the wade into the water, into one tin soldier She started to cry Youth services always find a way To get their bloody cross into your druggy little messed up teenage life |
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| 2:22 |
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He said what about Los Angeles?
She said we never really made it that far west We scored big in Denver and thought it might be best To go hang around in the upper midwest He said what about New Orleans? She said I don't think you understand what that means All those hangers-on, those girls lifting up their shirts when the cameras come on We were trying to stay away from those kind of scenes And we didn't go to Dallas 'Cause Jackie Onassis said that it ain't safe for Catholics yet Think about what they pulled on Kennedy and then think about his security Then think about what they might try to pull on you and me Saint Barbara, I'm calling your name Don't let me blow up We'll hook it all up I guess there's fields of speed where there's fields of grain Saint Barbara, don't let me explode I can feel the whole scene Starting to corrode When we're fooling around on the frontage roads He asked what happened to Charlemagne She just smiled all polite-like and said something vague She said Charlemagne got caught up in some complicated things Then she wiped at her nose and she winked |
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| 9. |
| 3:19 |
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Nelson Algren came to Paddy at some party at the dead end alley
Yeah, he told him what to celebrate And I met William Butler Yeats, Sunday night dance party, summer 1988 At first I thought it might be William Blake We mix our own mythologies, we push them out through PA systems We dictate our doxologies and try to get sleeping kids to sit up and listen And I'm not saying we could save you, but we could put you in a place where you could save yourself If you don't get born again at least you'll get high as hell Yeah, and sweet St. Paul, that must be the hardest luck saint of them all We met him at some suburban St. Paul mall But when St. Theresa came to Holly, I wasn't even at that party I'd already moved out to New York City When Judas went up and kissed him I almost got sick I guess I knew what was coming I guess I knew it was coming We gather our gospels from gossip and bar talk then we declare them the truth We salvage our sermons from message boards and scene reports and we sic them on the youth We try out new testaments on the guys sitting next to us in the bars with the bars on the windows, alright Even if you don't get converted tonight, you gotta admit the band's pretty tight They did "She's Got Legs" into "Ain't Too Proud To Beg" Into something by the Dixie Dregs And they faked their way through "Fairytale of New York" When the band finished playing we howled out for more Hey Nelson Algren, Chicago seemed tired last night They had cigarettes where there were supposed to be eyes Hey William Butler Yeats, all the Irish seemed wired last night They tried to separate our girls from our guys They had cigarettes where there were supposed to be eyes |
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| 1:49 |
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Hallelujah came to in the confession booth
Infested with infections and smiling on an abscessed tooth Running out on residue and crashing through the vestibule The crucifixion cruise, she climbed the cross and found she liked the view And sat reflecting on the resurrection and dreaming about an old connection And talking loud over lousy connections, she put her mouth around a difficult question She said Lord, what do you recommend to a real sweet girl who's made some not-sweet friends? Lord, what do you prescribe to a real soft girl who's having real hard times? |
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| 5:32 |
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Her parents named her Hallelujah, the kids all called her Holly
And if she scared you then she's sorry, she's been stranded at these parties These parties they start lovely But they get druggy and they get ugly and they get bloody The priest just kinda laughed, the deacon caught a draft She crashed into the Easter mass with her hair done up in broken glass She was limping left on broken heels When she said, "Father, can I tell your congregation how a resurrection really feels?" Holly was a hoodrat, and now you finally know that And she's been disappeared for years, today she finally came back St. Louis had enslaved me, I guess Santa Ana saved me, St. Peter had me on the queue, the St. Paul saints they waved me through I was all wrapped up in some video booth when I heard her say "I love you too" She said I've laid beneath my lovers but I've never gotten laid Some nights she felt protected, some nights she felt afraid She spent half last winter just trying to get paid From some guy she originally thought to be her savior They wrote her name in magic marks on stop signs and subway cars They got a mural up on East 13th that said "Hallelujah, rest in peace" Hallelujah was a hoodrat, and now you finally know that She's been disappeared for years, today she finally came back Walk on back, walk on back She said don't turn me on again I'd probably just go and get myself all gone again Don't turn me on again I'll probably just go and go and get myself all gone again So don't turn me on again I'll probably just go and go and get myself all gone again Hallelujah was a sexy mess, she looked strung out but experienced So we all got kind of curious Walk on back... |
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