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| 2:52 | ||||
Indie rockin', there's no stoppin'
Once you get me on a roll Name droppin', mop toppin' Can't help this feeling It's a feeling that I stole Kick it in now with the backbeat Put the four on the floor Innocent now, they try to compete With a tune I heard before Your momma don't know Your daddy don't get it I'm up on the stage singing Don't you forget it Don't touch me, I'm a live wire And I'll be singing this song Till these lines grow tired Wooo oooooh, wooo oooh, woooo oooooh Turn it up loud, so I can't hear The future rapping at my door I'll make the past proud With The Big Fear Maybe I've gotten too hard-core Your momma don't know And your daddy don't get it I'm up on the stage singing Don't you forget it Don't touch me, I'm a live wire And I'll be singing this song Till these lines grow tired 'Cause I'm so tired Well I'm playing with both hands on the strings I'm moving on to more serious things I'm bringing all my cards to your table Just don't stick me with a label Wooo oooooh, wooo oooh, woooo oooooh Wooo oooooh, wooo oooh, woooo oooooh Your momma don't know And your daddy don't get it I'm up on the stage singing Don't you forget it Don't touch me, I'm a live wire And I'll be singing this song Till these lines grow tired Wooo oooooh, wooo oooh, woooo oooooh Wooo oooooh, wooo oooh, woooo oooooh Indie rockin', there's no stoppin' Can't help this feeling It's a feeling that I stole Indie rockin', there's no stoppin' Can't help this feeling It's a feeling that I stole |
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2. |
| 4:02 | ||||
Roll over, Beethoven
Turn out that light I'm tired of your rhythm and blues Just for one night Yes you were chosen So give it a rest Well I would talk to you but You're going deaf I'm making movements to the door I just can't give my consent to settle your score It's, it's post modern It's, it's after the war with all that Vintage wine and cheese On your bedroom floor I'm getting tired of discussing the poetry of your second act I switch on the TV 'cause I can't stand to look at you Who gives you permission To accuse me I know they've commissioned Your latest symphony Well I'd love to hear it played I love to hear it all Well all those flowing lines So neo-classical We're making money at the door I just can't give my consent to settle your score It's, it's post modern It's, it's after the war with all that Vintage wine and cheese On your bedroom floor I'm getting Tired of discussing the poetry of your second act Psychoanalyzing just how I react to your Your latest creation it's Delusional grandeur So switch on the TV 'cause I can't stand to look at you In your face there's a requiem Not the hint of dissipation We've been over where you've been Turns out you're just looking for a little divine Inspiration But it, it's post modern It's, it's after the war with all that Vintage wine and cheese On your bedroom floor I'm getting Tired of discussing the poetry of your second act Psychoanalyzing just how I react to your Your latest creation it's Delusional grandeur So switch on the TV 'cause I can't stand to look at you I can't stand to look at you I can't stand to look at you Can't stand to look at you I can't stand to look at you |
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| 3:12 | ||||
4. |
| 3:34 | ||||
5. |
| 2:30 | ||||
6. |
| 3:53 | ||||
This meeting's been ajourned
We haven't gotten anywhere No more lessons to be learned After all these years It's just a rock overturned To identify what wasn't shared The salt of the earth Or it's dirty children's tears CHORUS: So smile for the camera (hand shaking for the front cover) Make sure you capture the good side of the... (breathtaking for a last supper there are no party favors when Everyone feels they're the...) Savior, they're the Savior Read it in the headlines Plastered on the front page Read it in the fine print Where the concrete vows are made Another rock overturned One more world to our surprise Same old stone to be thrown At the ideal compromise CHORUS Bridge: Too much history in the holding cell Too much memory in a lingering scent When the holy land's a living hell With a wide open vent It's never safe to assume You could ever rid yourself of her perfume |
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7. |
| 3:49 | ||||
8. |
| 3:51 | ||||
Well let's stop pretending
This is not a nerve ending We've touched on before Like a delicate dancefloor When what was once exciting Has now gone out the window Kicking and biting Like a decrepit dog of war That has wits about him Too determined to implore Too deluded to ask for That hand that let him out the front door This side of the phone line It's a reflex to rewind When the context is a confine No matter what you say You're an answering machine This side of the phone line It's a reflex to rewind When the context is a confine No matter what you say You're an answering machine Well now you're in trouble You believe you're seeing double Those nightstand eyes and pillow fury I hate to burst your bubble But this humiliation it's cracked your (?skin name?) Timing frustration with a face-full of strain While squinting at the poetry And all the words in the night Keeping the light off The mirror where the pages lie This side of the phone line It's a reflex to rewind When the context is a confine No matter what you say You're an answering machine This side of the phone line It's a reflex to rewind When the context is a confine No matter what you say You're an answering machine Let's stop flashing this madness To accompany the thunder Hey the hissing sound of sadness But remember I have your number This side of the phone line It's a reflex to rewind When the context is a confine No matter what you say You're an answering machine This side of the phone line It's a reflex to rewind When the context is a confine No matter what you say You're an answering machine x3 Yeah yeah La la la la, lalalalalalala Yeah yeah La la la la, lalalalalalala |
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| 4:44 | ||||
10. |
| 4:53 | ||||
I guess I'm fortunate
For you to be on my mind I guess I'm fortunate For you to be so kind but every time I feel that way I laugh out loud uneasily We tremble in quiet dismay then we dance to the tempo that pleases me Chorus I tapped out time on a bottle of rhyme I watched you side-step across the thin-laced line Both foot for foot, both fake with the feel Two forgotten myths, both Achilles heels So how can I say So how can I ever run away I guess I'm fortunate That you're still by my side I guess I'm fortunate That we have nothing more to hide But everytime you see me smile You think I'm paying you a lip service that expression only lasts for a while So we sing in the keys that suit me best Chorus I guess I'm fortunate That we know what we now know I guess I'm fortunate That we know how this old song goes Chorus |
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| 7:03 | ||||