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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
Taking steps back through the words I should have said to you
they all got lost you went away well i feel sick and you just don't care anymore anymore I wish to be with you minutes of me and you and i can't feel this happening so tie my hands back and make me feel you coming down coming down and you don't care your face is on a billboard and your everywhere you don't care much for interviews your gone your gone your gone your gone your gone your gone your gone your gone away if you don't like being hurt then please don't stay its hard to wave goodbye from aeroplanes when i just don't think that you can see I taper off and say its never worth the pain but some time it is and you don't care your face is on a billboard and your everywhere you don't care much for interviews your gone your gone your gone your gone your gone your gone your gone your gone away if you don't like being hurt then please don't stay if you don't like being hurt then please don't stay gotta wish that i could make this ride wish that there was something worth the time for her to give to me a phone call from LA is my present there is nothing left for me to give I wish I could and I know that I should but you know I know I won't and you don't care your face is on a billboard your everywhere you don't care much for interviews your gone your gone your gone your gone your gone your gone your gone your gone away if you don't like being hurt then please don't stay if you don't like being hurt then get away if you don't like being hurt then please don't stay |
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from Clutch - The Elephant Riders (1998)
For Thanksgiving we had 'tatas,
succotash and rudebagas. Then came turkey from the oven. Broke the wishbone. Covenants were sealed and set. On the losing end of a wishbone, and I won't pretend not to mind. On the losing end of a wishbone, and I won't pretend not to mind. Christmas Eve we ate at Aunty's. We had some ham glazed with honey. Rolled the Yule log on the fire. Threw the hambone to the dogs and went to bed. On the losing end of a wishbone, and I won't pretend not to mind. On the losing end of a wishbone, and I won't pretend not to mind. In the morning the weathercock was heard asking what he had learned of the Earth. "Is it a round place with deserts and oceans, housing as many winds as one might wish?" We were standing by the gate. He said, "Oh my, it's getting late!" Then he took off flying to the south with a black snake in his mouth. You can shake it, break it, or glue it whole, but there's no two ways about it with a broke wishbone on the losing end. You can shake it, break it, or glue it whole, but there's no two ways about it with a broke wishbone on the losing end. For St. Patrick's we had cabbage, corned beef stew, egg salad sandwich. Then came the whiskey from the basement. Danced all night into the dawn, then held our heads. On the losing end of a wishbone, and I won't pretend not to mind. On the losing end of a wishbone, and I won't pretend not to mind. |
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from Clutch - Slow Hole to China: Rare and Unreleased (2005)
Blackjack booted demons
Have surrounded my home Got dogs and 'copters and keep ringing my phone Well I don't know if I'm coming or going If it's them or me Oh, but one things for certain Willie Nelson only smokes killer weed Now they're breaking my windows Banging on my doors Got me down and hog-tied Rifling through my drawers Boss demon tells me Oh how he would like to kill me Save your bullets tough guy My disease does that for free Well I don't know if I'm coming or going If it's them or me Oh, but one things for certain Willie Nelson only smokes killer weed Well I don't know if I'm coming or going If it's them or me Oh, but one things for certain Willie Nelson only smokes the greenest green Well I don't know if I'm coming or going If it's them or me Oh, but one things for certain Willie Nelson only smokes killer weed |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
I'm lost at sea,
The radio is jamming but they wont find me, I swear its for the best And then your frequency is pulling me in closer Til I'm home. And I've been up for days I finally lost my mind And then I lost my way. I'm blistered but I'm better and I'm home. And I will crawl, theres things that aren't worth giving up I know. But I won't let this get me I will fight. You live the life you're given with the storms outside somedays all I do is watch the sky. This room's too small, it's only getting smaller I'm against the wall, I'm slowly getting taller here in Wonderland. This guilt feels so familiar and I'm home. And I will crawl, theres things that aren't worth giving up I know. But I won't let this get me I will fight. You live the life you're given with the storms outside somedays all I do is watch the sky, Somedays all I do is watch the sky. I think I, I could use a little break, today was a good day. I think I, I could use a little break, today was a good day. It's a deep sea on which I'm floating. Still I sink to think that i must... Crawl, theres things that aren't worth giving up I know. When you can't bear to carry me I'll fight. You live the life you're given with the storms outside somedays all I do is watch the sky, Today was a good day, today was a good day. |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
I'm lost at sea,
The radio is jamming but they wont find me, I swear its for the best And then your frequency is pulling me in closer Til I'm home. And I've been up for days I finally lost my mind And then I lost my way. I'm blistered but I'm better and I'm home. And I will crawl, theres things that aren't worth giving up I know. But I won't let this get me I will fight. You live the life you're given with the storms outside somedays all I do is watch the sky. This room's too small, it's only getting smaller I'm against the wall, I'm slowly getting taller here in Wonderland. This guilt feels so familiar and I'm home. And I will crawl, theres things that aren't worth giving up I know. But I won't let this get me I will fight. You live the life you're given with the storms outside somedays all I do is watch the sky, Somedays all I do is watch the sky. I think I, I could use a little break, today was a good day. I think I, I could use a little break, today was a good day. It's a deep sea on which I'm floating. Still I sink to think that i must... Crawl, theres things that aren't worth giving up I know. When you can't bear to carry me I'll fight. You live the life you're given with the storms outside somedays all I do is watch the sky, Today was a good day, today was a good day. |
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from Clutch - Transnational Speedway League: Anthems, Anecdotes And Undeniable Truths (1993)
Well I crashed a Cadillac through the Gates Of Hell
And returned with a Fist Full Of Dollars And Evel Knievel, like Virgil Was a gentleman as well as a scholar I fly like a Retro-glide buckshot And you know I hang like a hex on a barn Grind the guardrail like a nail on a file Above and beyond the hole nine yards Well I rolled Jesse Helms like a cigarette And smoked him higher than the highest of the minarets Jesse James couldn't even handle it Started looking at me like I was Sanskrit 'Cause in the Great Shining Path of the Great Monster Trucks There's no such thing as beginner's luck I'm the Dirty Dozen for the price of one Get it while it's hot, going, going, going, gone It's about time you started learning Started learning to come to where the flavor is Flavor is It's about time you started learning You started learning to come to Where the Flavor Is Flavor is The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country Where the washer's stuffed with money are growing like grass Junk bondage racks never cut you slack But that's the way the racket goes when rounding up green backs Don't hate me just because I'm beautiful You'll find that it's really not unusual When you're raised with The Good, The Bad, The Ugly A holy trinity in Flavor Country It's about time you started learning Started learning to come to Where the Flavor Is Flavor is I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle And you are my happy trail You are my happy trail You are my happy trail You are my happy trail |
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from Something Corporate - Audio Boxer (2005)
Your grand dad left home for the circus. He was young just like me,
with hope to explore. He married a girl in Virginia. She could swing the trapeze; they could sleep on the floor. Your mother was born in December, on the one sunny day that winter gave up. She had warm summer eyes that flickered like fireflies, when she stared at the world. So why do you leave these stories unfinished, my Cheshire cat doorstop with tears in your eyes? Why do you look when you've already found it? What did you find that could leave you walking by? She was raised in a New England village. Then she moved to LA with her firefly stare, and you loved sunset strip when it sparkled, you grew up and you sparkled but why don't you care? So why do you leave these stories unfinished, my Cheshire cat doorstop with tears in your eyes? Why do you look when you've already found me? What did you find that could leave you walking by? And these nights I get high just from breathing. When I lie here with you I'm sure that I'm real, like that firework over the freeway. I could stay here all day but that's not how you feel. So why do you leave these questions unanswered? The circus awaits and you're already gone. My Cheshire cat doorstop with fear in your smile, what makes it so easy for you to be walking by? And what did I do that you can't seem to want me? Why do we lie here and whisper goodbyes? Where can I go that your pictures won't haunt me? What makes it so easy for you to be walking by? |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
while you were away my heart comes undone
slowly unravels in a ball of yarn the devil collects it and with a grin our love in a ball of yarn you'll never return it when you come back we'll have to make new love you'll never return it when you come back we'll have to make new love you'll never return it while you were away my heart comes undone slowly unravels in a ball of yarn the devil collects it and with a grin our love in a ball of yarn you'll never return it when you come back we'll have to make new love you'll never return it when you come back we'll have to make new love you'll never return it new love ohhhh |
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from Clutch - Clutch (1995)
Woke up this morning, put on my Sunday shoes.
Don't ask me why, it's just the nature of my groove. I larged down the boulevard, came under attack, But I rocked them senseless, 'cause honey it's tight like that. I hung a left down to Lemans' Avenue, Stagger Lees everywhere, trying to bring me doom, oh no. And that Old Scratch, he tried to purchase this soul, That don't confront me, 'cause I'm never in the need of a payroll. Heck, yeah. Amen, do it all again. Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham. Spit shine and a three piece suit, Good Lord I got to thank you 'cause you do it like you do. Hallelujah, all the people in the back. Hallelujah, it's tight like that. Hallelujah, all the people up front. Tight like that, rapture, rock. And all you know-it-alls with politic views. Ideals don't situate themselves in His groove. So if you want to know, you just got to ask. But if you don't lose that skin, you'll never be tight like that. Watch me work, yeah. Amen, do it all again. Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham. Spit shine and a three piece suit, Good Lord I got to thank you 'cause you do it like you do. Hallelujah, all the people in the back. Hallelujah, it's tight like that. Hallelujah, all the people up front. Tight like that, rapture, rock. Don't try to sell me your New Age guru troubles. 'Cause I'm already reeling doing that good time gospel shuffle. And all your thumpings about some Armageddon, Ain't no big deal, 'cause I already hang with Him. Amen, do it all again. Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham. Spit shine and a three piece suit, Good Lord I got to thank |
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from Clutch - The Elephant Riders (1998)
Standing waist high in snow,
what brought me here I do not know. Sky is filled with starry scenes of heroes and their greatest deeds. Satellites move across the sky, and every year they multiply. Father bear is sound asleep and will be so for several weeks. Across the plain I see a figure, every instant growing bigger. Instinct tells me to run away while faith proposes that I wave. He approaches to a rod. I whisper up a prayer to God. The stranger asks me with a grin, "Do you have the time my friend?" Himalaya is my old time stomping ground (oh yes, time is of the essence). Manitoba, better snows I've never found (oh yes, time is of the essence.) The author looms above his page and thinks it strange that at his age he can not find the proper words to describe his only world. One would think that in a life where no two snowflakes are alike one would have a brilliant rhyme for each and every bit of time. Himalaya is my old time stomping ground (oh yes, time is of the essence). Manitoba, better snows I've never found (oh yes, time is of the essence.) |
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from Clutch - The Elephant Riders (1998)
Behind the Cliffside Inn,
I heard a fiddle and a mandolin, keeping rhythm on an old washboard and stomping on the floor. Saw people of all sorts dancing 'round in twos and fours, caroling about days of old, and what the future holds. In the middle was a big cauldron that they were stirring, stirring, and there were trees around that they kept burning, burning. I asked a toothless man who all these people were, and he said, "The soapmakers, and we are working, working." As they stirred Heaven and Earth, they combined to one, and everything was everyone and each one was all. As they stirred I heard a trumpet call, and everything was everyone and each one was all. As they stirred Heaven and Earth, they combined to one, and everything was everyone and each one was all. As they stirred I heard a trumpet call, and everything was everyone and each one was all. |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
if you ran to the end of the earth i would catch you and you would be safe if you fell down a well i would bring you a rope and take all of your pain all the pain, all the pain that you hide from me everyday if youre missing i will run away i will build a path to you if you're missing i will run away just to find myself in you if i woke up alone i won't stop till i'll find you and you are with me cause by now, i know you better than you know yourself and i know what you really need what you need, or i need but either way this is where you should be here with me, or ill bleed so much that you wont believe if you're missing i will run away i will build a path to you if you're missing i will run away just to find myself in you you better not, you better not run you better not, you better not run if you're missing i will run away i will build a path to you if you're missing i will run away i will find you i will find you i will find you |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
if you ran to the end of the earth i would catch you and you would be safe if you fell down a well i would bring you a rope and take all of your pain all the pain, all the pain that you hide from me everyday if youre missing i will run away i will build a path to you if you're missing i will run away just to find myself in you if i woke up alone i won't stop till i'll find you and you are with me cause by now, i know you better than you know yourself and i know what you really need what you need, or i need but either way this is where you should be here with me, or ill bleed so much that you wont believe if you're missing i will run away i will build a path to you if you're missing i will run away just to find myself in you you better not, you better not run you better not, you better not run if you're missing i will run away i will build a path to you if you're missing i will run away i will find you i will find you i will find you |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
if you ran to the end of the earth i would catch you and you would be safe if you fell down a well i would bring you a rope and take all of your pain all the pain, all the pain that you hide from me everyday if youre missing i will run away i will build a path to you if you're missing i will run away just to find myself in you if i woke up alone i won't stop till i'll find you and you are with me cause by now, i know you better than you know yourself and i know what you really need what you need, or i need but either way this is where you should be here with me, or ill bleed so much that you wont believe if you're missing i will run away i will build a path to you if you're missing i will run away just to find myself in you you better not, you better not run you better not, you better not run if you're missing i will run away i will build a path to you if you're missing i will run away i will find you i will find you i will find you |
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from Clutch - Clutch (1995)
When I talk talk on the C.B. yeah I scare men
My my tire knockers rock the parking lot quite a lot, yeah Rolled along 40 and roared down 10 Released my cargo around the Big Ben I always take my time A maverick moonminer sipping sunshine Hauled ass to Memphis, I spoke to the Pharoah He told me his dreams, I counted the sparrows Steve McQueen got nothing on me I take you back west of Pleiades If you want someone to talk to Well I'm your man I've seen it all And I know where you live High time honey, hell yeah, watcha know, I'm back again, yeah Roll, roll down highways with a vengeance, yeah I never ever sweated for the fortune and fame game Nevertheless, I'm flying down the left lane I always paid my dues So sit your ass down and I'll show you how they used to You want someone to talk to Well I'm your man I've seen it all And I know where you live, yeah A preacher, a trucker, a highroller A holy rolling preacher rolling trucker A preacher, a trucker, a highroller A holy roller preacher rolling trucker, yeah Oh yeah |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
all you lasses in varnasses swallowing swords
shooting out fire at us heathen hordes I was thinking something before I began but then you done cut off both of my hands now I do my drinking through bamboo straws constantly kicking at tarantulas what was I thinking? move to baltimore? o yeah. the great outdoors jump into the water keel-hauled on the constallations don't sell my belongings cause you know that I'll be back remember when I told you that I was a samurai? well the fact of the matter is that was a lie there were some other things that i'd rather not recall y'all can blame it all ont he alcohol but you ain't got no business criticizing me this is my house and I'll do as I please what was I thinking? move to baltimore? o yeah. the great outdoors move it on over and give me a slice if you're int he market for a green zucchini farmer's almanac got the largest size winnebago woman what ya cooking? move it on over and give me a slice I'd be a richer man today if it weren't for physics if I could levitate I would sell lots of tickets and maybe do an interview with Larry King while floating I'd be a richer man today if it weren't for physics if I could levitate I would sell lots of tickets move it on over and give me a slice |
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from Clutch - The Elephant Riders (1998)
I'll keep pulling on the towpath.
You keep floating on the river. Yeah, until the day is done. Keep on keeping on the low road, Chesapeake and Ohio. Because on the higher ground you will find Elephant Riders to the northwest bring news from father. Looking like it's always closing, the Salty Dog is always open. Here, I got an I.O.U. Clickity clack clack, clickity clack clack, Baltimore and Ohio, Clickity clack clack, clickity clack clack, roll on, roll on. On our way to Washington where work is done by men with gavels, I heard a sound that just about removed me from my filly's saddle. Just outside of Antietam, where once there was a mighty battle, I heard the rhythm of the hammers beating the rail lines together. Elephant Riders to the northwest bring news from father. Don't be eating all the hard tack. Between we two there's half a small sack. Still, we got miles to. Giddy up pony, Giddy up pony, Camptown Race is five miles long. Giddy up pony, Giddy up pony, ride on, ride on. On our way to Washington where work is done by men with gavels, I heard a sound that just about removed me from my filly's saddle. Just outside of Antietam, where once there was a mighty battle, I heard the rhythm of the hammers beating the rail lines together. Elephant Riders to the northwest bring news from father. Elephant Riders to the northwest bring news of battle. |
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from Clutch - The Elephant Riders (1998)
Could've been a swan on a glassy lake.
Could've been a gull in a clipper's wake. Could've been a ladybug on a windchime, but she was born a dragonfly. In the sun she warmed her wings and listened to the cicadas sing. "The trees are all bending in one direction because of something..." Cross-pollination by the legs of bees in the spring is a beautiful thing. Oh when the sun goes down, the fireflies come out. In a pond crept a slimy thing that hummed a theme from the Rites of Spring. Pity the mate of Queen Mantis, so content, but so headless. Katydid nothing but shiver and cry, as did the dragonfly. In the shade the gypsies spin Among the cloves, they drop their skin. "...beyond the hedgegrove, over by the willows, deep in the shadows..." Regeneration occurs at a furious speed beneath the white oak tree. Oh when the sun comes up the moon buds fold up. In the sun she warmed her wings and listened to the Rites of Spring Could've been a swan on a glassy lake. Could've been a gull in a clipper's wake. Could've been a ladybug on a windchime, but she was born a dragonfly. "...ain't ever seen it, but i have heard it. Sounds like the millstones when they are turning, but every moment getting louder and louder, and then there is silence, and the smell of flowers." |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
I've been sleeping with ghosts
I've been watching stars crawling out of the sky I've been hoping I'm close To the spaceman movies I call my life And I've been climbing ladders through time I've got tunnel vision but I'm doing fine And I've been watching stars coming off of the wall And maybe if I'm lucky I could catch them before you fall And you are not alone Chorus: Calling out to the astronaut I need some of what you've got I need to be high Crawling out of a world she bought Calling out to the astronaut I need to be high I've been holding this microphone And I've been channeling but I think we're alone I've got platinum vision and a tin foil touch I've got you to propel me But I still need so much Not to be alone Chorus And you are not alone x3 Chorus Calling out to the astronaut I need some of what you've got I need to be high I disappear in a world she bought Calling out to the astronaut I need to be high And I've got you to propel me But I still need so much |
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from Clutch - Clutch (1995)
So you say you want to go to Heaven
Well I got the plans It walks like the Sasquatch And it breeds like Kubla Khan In original dialect It's really quite cryptical There are many copies around But this, my man, is the original, yeah It's given me powers But kept me low Many have scorned this Modern day Pharisees, fat with espressos Be leary of Timothy Clear light and all that If you want light go stare at the sun Hell, that boy don't know crap If you want to know Paradise And you want to know Hell Want to drink that cool clear liquor Better dig a little deeper in the well, my friend If you want to know Paradise And you want to know Hell Want to drink that cool clear liquor Better dig a little deeper in the well, my friend You want a mantra? You want to know? You want that mantra? Well here you go One for the money Two for the show And a knickknackpaddywack Give a dog a handjob Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang, oh yeah Ooeeooahah, B-I-N-G-O Ooeeooahah E-I-E-I-O Still want that mantra? Still want to know? Still want that mantra? Well here you go It is written God has spoken So put this in your pipe and smoke it Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang, oh yeah Ooeeooahah, B-I-N-G-O Ooeeooahah E-I-E-I-O |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
Straw Dog
by Something Corporate Staring into the intersection She thinks that she can fly and she might Holding on in a new direction She`s gonna try it tonight The closer I get to feeling The further that I`m feeling from alright The more I step into the sun The more I step out of the light Jessica is covered in a blanket On a sunday porch Thinking on the weekends She would party in the city She doesn`t have a flame She`d prefer to burn out like a torch If she gets nowhere in life At least she knows she`s pretty She says Hey now The straw dog`s out in the street Hey now there`s chemicals in the clouds Hey now they`re calling all the police But they won`t get to us anyhow The moon is shining now And shadows are what`s left of all the noise Simple silhouettes and cut outs As if we had a choice He listens closely now Swears that he can hear a voice that`s calling him And saying Hey now the straw dog`s out in the street Hey now there`s chemicals in the clouds Hey now they`re calling all the police But they wont get to us anyhow, No instrumental break What does it take to be a super hero in my world Make no mistake that these villains always get the girl We can escape and then we`ll skate away from all of this And no one ever does But she`s saying Hey now the straw dog`s out in the street Hey now there`s chemicals in the clouds Hey now they`re calling all the police But they wont get to us No, they`ll never get to us Hey now the straw dog`s out in the street Hey now there`s chemicals in the clouds They`re calling all the police But they won`t get to us No, they`ll never get to us no no no |
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from Clutch - Clutch (1995)
Dodge Swinger 1973, Galaxy 500
All the way, stars green, gotta go Dodge Swinger 1973, top down, chassis low Panel dim, light drive, Jesus on the dashboard T-minus whenever it feels right, Galaxy 500 Planets align, a king is born Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Dodge Swinger 1973, flaps down, chassis free Buzz Aldrin, Armstrong, or maybe just me Don't worry, it's coming Don't worry, it's coming Jesus on the dashboard, oh yeah Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Yeah, yeah, yeah I turn on the radio Hey kid, are you going my way? Hop in, we'll have ourselves a field day We'll find us some spacegrass Lay low, watch the universe expand Skyway, permanent Saturday By the way, Saturn is my rotary Hop in, it'll be eternity Till we make it to M83 Once around the Sun, cruising, climbing Jupiter cyclops winks at me, yeah, he knows who's driving Hit neutral in the tail of a comet Let the vortex pull my weight Push the seat back a little lower Watch light bend in the blower Planets align, a king is born Dodge Swinger Jesus on the dashboard, oh yeah Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah I turn on the radio Hey kid, are you going my way? Hop in, we'll have ourselves a field day We'll find us some spacegrass Lay low, watch the universe expand Skyway, permanent Saturday By the way, Saturn is my rotary Hop in, it'll be eternity Till we make it to M83 Yeah, yeah |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
Dodge Swinger 1973, Galaxy 500
All the way, stars green, gotta go Dodge Swinger 1973, top down, chassis low Panel dim, light drive, Jesus on the dashboard T-minus whenever it feels right, Galaxy 500 Planets align, a king is born Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Dodge Swinger 1973, flaps down, chassis free Buzz Aldrin, Armstrong, or maybe just me Don't worry, it's coming Don't worry, it's coming Jesus on the dashboard, oh yeah Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Yeah, yeah, yeah I turn on the radio Hey kid, are you going my way? Hop in, we'll have ourselves a field day We'll find us some spacegrass Lay low, watch the universe expand Skyway, permanent Saturday By the way, Saturn is my rotary Hop in, it'll be eternity Till we make it to M83 Once around the Sun, cruising, climbing Jupiter cyclops winks at me, yeah, he knows who's driving Hit neutral in the tail of a comet Let the vortex pull my weight Push the seat back a little lower Watch light bend in the blower Planets align, a king is born Dodge Swinger Jesus on the dashboard, oh yeah Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah I turn on the radio Hey kid, are you going my way? Hop in, we'll have ourselves a field day We'll find us some spacegrass Lay low, watch the universe expand Skyway, permanent Saturday By the way, Saturn is my rotary Hop in, it'll be eternity Till we make it to M83 Yeah, yeah |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Home,
Is this a quiet place where you should be alone? Is this where the tortured and the troubled find their own? I don't know, But I can tell this isn't you your cover's blown. But oh no, Don't you dare hang up this phone. Hey. Give me space so I can breathe. Give me space so I can sleep. Give me space so you can drown in this with me. In this place, The lonely escapade in outer space. There's no antidote for irony you say, That you have, When you know, That you don't. And you say, That you can, When you know, That you won't. Hey. Give me space so I can breathe. Give me space so I can sleep. Give me space so you can drown in this with me. Hey. Give me space but I can't breathe. Give me space but I can't sleep. Give me just one inch I swear that's all I need. Oh. These battered walls and TV screens; Sometimes they make me want to scream. Ah. Hey. Give me space so I can breathe. Give me space so I can sleep. Give me space so you can drown in this with me. Hey. Give me space but I can't breathe. Give me space but I can't sleep. Give me just one inch I swear that's all I need. |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Home,
Is this a quiet place where you should be alone? Is this where the tortured and the troubled find their own? I don't know, But I can tell this isn't you your cover's blown. But oh no, Don't you dare hang up this phone. Hey. Give me space so I can breathe. Give me space so I can sleep. Give me space so you can drown in this with me. In this place, The lonely escapade in outer space. There's no antidote for irony you say, That you have, When you know, That you don't. And you say, That you can, When you know, That you won't. Hey. Give me space so I can breathe. Give me space so I can sleep. Give me space so you can drown in this with me. Hey. Give me space but I can't breathe. Give me space but I can't sleep. Give me just one inch I swear that's all I need. Oh. These battered walls and TV screens; Sometimes they make me want to scream. Ah. Hey. Give me space so I can breathe. Give me space so I can sleep. Give me space so you can drown in this with me. Hey. Give me space but I can't breathe. Give me space but I can't sleep. Give me just one inch I swear that's all I need. |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Home,
Is this a quiet place where you should be alone? Is this where the tortured and the troubled find their own? I don't know, But I can tell this isn't you your cover's blown. But oh no, Don't you dare hang up this phone. Hey. Give me space so I can breathe. Give me space so I can sleep. Give me space so you can drown in this with me. In this place, The lonely escapade in outer space. There's no antidote for irony you say, That you have, When you know, That you don't. And you say, That you can, When you know, That you won't. Hey. Give me space so I can breathe. Give me space so I can sleep. Give me space so you can drown in this with me. Hey. Give me space but I can't breathe. Give me space but I can't sleep. Give me just one inch I swear that's all I need. Oh. These battered walls and TV screens; Sometimes they make me want to scream. Ah. Hey. Give me space so I can breathe. Give me space so I can sleep. Give me space so you can drown in this with me. Hey. Give me space but I can't breathe. Give me space but I can't sleep. Give me just one inch I swear that's all I need. |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
One unworthy worker's version on the verge of vernacular
Enter a sour house to do battle with spectacular draculas Lick tall walls to find them all sweeter than a cane Pour the quick elixir in your wounds to ease the pain Oh Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz Medicine of modern miracles, voodoo to those out of focus Experts explain experience -- "Hocus pocus, hocus pocus!" Mouthfuls down in a floating locus, most of us deny Medicine of modern miracles, who knew circles with no foci? Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz Trapped in sap, chambered in a tree Shadow of a giant across the centuries Bits of shattered glass scattered on the shore Break the genie bottle and open up the door Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz |
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from Clutch - Slow Hole to China: Rare and Unreleased (2005)
Dig a slow hole to China
Like a Bangkok miner No turn un-stoned I tremble Hold my candle's handle Mama always said "You better come home" Stuck in the mud Dug a slow hole My blue cow Gotta get her back here somehow My brown bag Never gonna guess what I have Mama always said "You better come home" Stuck in the mud Dug a slow hole If it's too shallow then dig it more deep If it's too narrow then dig it more wide If you see a point of light Shake hands with the other side If it's too shallow then dig it more deep If it's too narrow then dig it more wide If you see the point of light Shake hands with the other side A lighthouse in Kentucky Oh I should be so lucky Sell fill dirt to the groundlings And water to the drowning Mama always said "You better come home" Stuck in the mud Dug a slow hole |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
Oh I ain't joking when I'm telling ya
That while in the Yakima Digging up them thunderegg stones Well, we cracked them wide open The mountain started smoking And the sky turned the color of a crow Oooohhh, oooohhhh Fires in the northlands Floods to the south Put the pedal to the metal And let it all hang out (Go-go, go-go) Fires in the northlands (Go-go, go-go) Floods to the south (Go-go, go-go) Put the pedal to the metal (Go-go, go-go) And let it all hang out The ash turned to confetti ALLELUIA! Outside them great tri-cities ALLELUIA! Oh, God showed his great mercy ALLELUIA! Turned ash into confetti ALLELUIA! Handkerchiefs on coughing mouths Running to the full hotels Left us with no other place but home And in the distance Tail lights came and went Sometimes as eyes of Vulcan sorcery Oooohhh, oooohhhh Fires in the northlands Floods to the south Put the pedal to the metal And let it all hang out (Go-go, go-go) Fires in the northlands (Go-go, go-go) Floods to the south (Go-go, go-go) Put the pedal to the metal (Go-go, go-go) And let it all hang out The ash turned to confetti ALLELUIA! Outside them great tri-cities ALLELUIA! Oh, God showed his great mercy ALLELUIA! Turned ash into confetti ALLELUIA! Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe we'll make it to that rise Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe we'll see another sun rise OH YEAH The ash turned to confetti ALLELUIA! Outside them great tri-cities ALLELUIA! Oh, God showed his great mercy ALLELUIA! Turned ash into confetti ALLELUIA! Turned ash into confetti ALLELUIA! Outside them great tri-cities ALLELUIA! Oh, God showed his great mercy ALLELUIA! Turned ash into confetti ALLELUIA! ALLELUIA! ALLELUIA! |
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from Clutch - The Elephant Riders (1998)
Tin shacks and catfish bones
been 'bout all I ever known The junebugs rattle and roll around the old maypole Thunder and lightning I said the catfish are biting I took a riverboat downstream I think you know what I mean The chicken hawks, they are gathering Above my head, they are circling Old friends coming out visiting say, "Hi," talk about collecting Stray dogs won't come near me Was blind, now I see clearly Believe I'm fixing to die When you're living in the country it's "why, oh why?" Whoa, I'm sorry that I left my home Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa, I'm sorry that I left my home Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Look over yonder there on the farther shore On the farther shore look over yonder there I see a ship of gold I see a ship of gold Beyond that mountain there I see a Citty-on-the-Hille Its gates are open wide I hear the ringing bells Look over yonder there on toward the burying ground Poor boy is all afire Poor boy is dead and gone Whoa, Poor boy is dead and gone Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa One of these days the Ship of Gold will carry me to my reward Out of this world it will take me to hear the horns of Jubilee Pig fat and old pork rinds ain't enough to keep a man alive The bullfrog sleeps all day Come night he has his say Believe I'm fixing to die Believe I'll take my rest Believe I'm fixing to die Believe I'll take my rest Whoa, I'm sorry that I left my home. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa, I'm sorry that I left my home. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Tonight I watched the lights go out in your house
wondering how I could get so deep, and you could still get sleep. In vain I blame my trembling on the cold air, but I can't hide that i relied on you, like yellow does on blue. And you're my good feeling. I'm kneeling. Inside a room she paints me blue. And you are my reason for breathing. Inside a room she paints me blue again. Atlanta started raining on me, and teenage love was underground. Tonight I'll break the surface. Atlanta started raining on me, but no young girl was claiming me, or naming me. And destiny gets nervous. And you're my good feeling. I'm kneeling. Inside a room she paints me blue. And you are my reason for breathing. Inside a room she paints me blue again. Atlanta started raining on me, on me. Atlanta started raining on me, on me... |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Tonight I watched the lights go out in your house
Wondering how I could get so deep And you could still get sleep In vain I blame my trembling on the cold air But I can't hide that I've relied on you Like yellow does on blue And you're my Good feeling I'm kneeling Inside a room she paints me blue And you are My reason For breathing Inside a room she paints me blue, again Atlanta started raining on me And teenage love was underground Tonight I'll break the surface Atlanta started raining on me And no young girl was claiming me Or naming me and destiny gets nervous And you're my Good feeling I'm kneeling Inside a room she paints me blue And you are My reason For breathing Inside a room she paints me blue, again And you're my Good feeling I'm kneeling Inside a room she paints me blue And you are My reason For breathing Inside a room she paints me blue, again Atlanta started raining on me On me Atlanta started raining on me On me |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Tonight I watched the lights go out in your house
Wondering how I could get so deep And you could still get sleep In vain I blame my trembling on the cold air But I can't hide that I've relied on you Like yellow does on blue And you're my Good feeling I'm kneeling Inside a room she paints me blue And you are My reason For breathing Inside a room she paints me blue, again Atlanta started raining on me And teenage love was underground Tonight I'll break the surface Atlanta started raining on me And no young girl was claiming me Or naming me and destiny gets nervous And you're my Good feeling I'm kneeling Inside a room she paints me blue And you are My reason For breathing Inside a room she paints me blue, again And you're my Good feeling I'm kneeling Inside a room she paints me blue And you are My reason For breathing Inside a room she paints me blue, again Atlanta started raining on me On me Atlanta started raining on me On me |
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from Clutch - Slow Hole to China: Rare and Unreleased (2005)
The killers, scylla, and the limping fool all beggars play by the beggar's own rules On sea of destruction
All right A sea destruction Blackest jackets of their burning books A lecher loves what a lecher should On a sea destruction All right A sea of destruction Build your ship and sail across the sea of flame Leviathans will guide you into where they say Kings dig ditches witches stitch in witches' time And proper paupers are of sound body and mind Greenest genius of the fallen fool All the beggars play by beggars' own rules On a sea of destrction Build your ship and saill across the sea of flame Leviathans will guide you into where they say Kings dig ditches witches stitch in witches' time And proper paupers are of sound body and in mind |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
This is the only lonely picture
Waiting on my floor Littering my shore This is the last true burning letter Given to a girl Written by a boy Living in a world created to destroy But if I built you a city, would you let me? Would you tear it down? But there you go for the last time I finally know now what I should have known then And I could still be ruthless if you'll let me But there you go and I'm not done You're waving goodbye, well at least you're having fun The rising tide will not let you forget me Forget me And this is your ghost that kneels before me Razors on her tongue, a body full of oxygen It wont be the last time she'll ignore me The thinning of my skin, without the strength to go The winter's setting in, to cover you in snow But if I built you a city, would you let me? Would you tear it down? But there you go for the last time I finally know now what I should have known then And I could still be ruthless if you'll let me But there you go and I'm not done You're waving goodbye, well at least you're having fun The rising tide will not let you forget me Forget me Forget me Forget me Forget me, yeah And Il'l raise towers and Climb them Rivers and walk them Oceans to drown in You won't make a sound in But there you go for the last time I finally know now what I should have known then And I could still be ruthless if you'll let me But there you go and I'm not done You're waving goodbye, well at least you're having fun The rising tide will not let you forget me Forget me |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
This is the only lonely picture
Waiting on my floor Littering my shore This is the last true burning letter Given to a girl Written by a boy Living in a world created to destroy But if I built you a city, would you let me Would you tear it down? But there you go for the last time I finally know now what I should have known then That I could still be ruthless if you'll let me But there you go and I'm not done You're waving goodbye, but at least you're having fun The rising tide will not let you forget me Forget me This is the ghost that kneels before me Raises on her tongue, a body full of oxygen It won't be the last time she'll ignore me The thinning of my skin, without the strength to go The winter's setting in, to cover you in snow But if I built you a city, would you let me Would you tear it down? But there you go for the last time I finally know now what I should have known then That I could still be ruthless if you'll let me But there you go and I'm not done You're waving goodbye, but at least you're having fun The rising tide will not let you forget me Forget me Forget me Forget me Forget me, yeah I'll raise towers and climb them Rivers and walk them Oceans to drown in You won't make a sound in But there you go for the last time I finally know now what I should have known then That I could still be ruthless if you'll let me But there you go and I'm not done You're waving goodbye, but at least you're having fun The rising tide will not let you forget me Forget me |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
This is the only lonely picture
Waiting on my floor Littering my shore This is the last true burning letter Given to a girl Written by a boy Living in a world created to destroy But if I built you a city, would you let me Would you tear it down? But there you go for the last time I finally know now what I should have known then That I could still be ruthless if you'll let me But there you go and I'm not done You're waving goodbye, but at least you're having fun The rising tide will not let you forget me Forget me This is the ghost that kneels before me Raises on her tongue, a body full of oxygen It won't be the last time she'll ignore me The thinning of my skin, without the strength to go The winter's setting in, to cover you in snow But if I built you a city, would you let me Would you tear it down? But there you go for the last time I finally know now what I should have known then That I could still be ruthless if you'll let me But there you go and I'm not done You're waving goodbye, but at least you're having fun The rising tide will not let you forget me Forget me Forget me Forget me Forget me, yeah I'll raise towers and climb them Rivers and walk them Oceans to drown in You won't make a sound in But there you go for the last time I finally know now what I should have known then That I could still be ruthless if you'll let me But there you go and I'm not done You're waving goodbye, but at least you're having fun The rising tide will not let you forget me Forget me |
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from Clutch - Clutch (1995)
In the North they call us Rebels
In the South they call us Yankees Because every other suckers born to do the hokey-pokey With the skillet lickin' time keepers The grinnin' reapers Of a missionary rock star You can rock it like Sir Sisyphus But even in its Genesis It's really quite ridiculous 'Lectro hobo, so now you know Not to clock the Weeble Wobble Hot Rod Gang Revelator Big Bang You can't hang with the heavinesses hung Among the houses of the rising tongue S'no fun to crack the axles But its gotta be done 'Cause whenever you wobble the weebles You know they get ticked-off And in the season of Bol-Weevil speaking evil in your ear And a pile of manure fertilizing all your fears We yabba-dabba-doo all the way to Shangri-La Here it is with the rock n' roll outlaw Where rock is criminal, criminals rock! Where rock is criminal, the criminals they rock! Where rock is criminal, criminals rock! ...Like this Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! I'm a rock n' roll outlaw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Yeah So you can rock it like Sir Sisyphus But even in its Genesis It's really quite ridiculous 'Lectro hobo, so now you know Not to clock the Weeble Wobble Hot Rod Gang Yeah, yeah Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! I'm a rock n' roll outlaw Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! |
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from Clutch - Slow Hole to China: Rare and Unreleased (2005)
You look so good while you're riding
On your pterodactyl Storming castles with abandon And rainbows by fistfuls Now lets go dancing madly backwards While on a sea of air Everyone I hear is saying Captain Peon will be there When we go carelessly careening quickly Screaming all the way Gravity is such a drag And we will not obey Carelessly careening quickly Screaming all the way Gravity is such a drag Now we will have our way Wasn't I? Or was it shadow? A trick of light in play Leaving me to see that I saw The garden from whence we came But I'm not saying anything That hasn't been said before You may hear it now if you wish to Put an ear against the floor Then we go carelessly careening quickly Screaming all the way Gravity is such a drag And we will not obey Carelessly careening quickly Screaming all the way Gravity is such a drag Now we will have our way Now we will have it! On the hills of charming dragons There is snow falling everywhere Sorcerers bring a new Sun And we will soon be there Then we go carelessly careening quickly Screaming all the way Gravity is such a drag And we will not obey Carelessly careening quickly Screaming all the way Gravity is such a drag Now we will have our way Now we will have it! |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
Pan-amoebic algebra, breed bizarre bacteria, what to do, oh what to do
Africanized killer bees, alabastar dieties, milk from spoons, sip milk from spoons Within the ruins against the firth The salamander has given birth Only red horse rainbows can save us Let them run wild and asunder Call the royal guard to let the people in Flaming arrows by hundreds Pull the bog man from the peat, stand him up on both his feet He jigs and reels, he jigs and reels Infiltrating silver crabs, carry a most scented flag, to their front lines, to their front lines Within the ruins Against the firth The salamander has given birth Only red horse rainbows can save us Let them run wild and asunder Call the royal guard to let the people in Flaming arrows by hundreds And now the salamander Run to the tower and call up the magus If he has caused this, we'll tear out his pages Throw 'im in shackles And remove his hands |
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from Clutch - Transnational Speedway League: Anthems, Anecdotes And Undeniable Truths (1993)
Rats over the dishes
Rats over the dishes Please tell me what the ratties say Please tell me what the ratties say Rats over the dishes And God was certainly a genius To expose this human weakness Rats over the dishes Please tell me what the ratties say Please tell me what the ratties say Rats over the dishes And to think that this was once my home But now some sick bastard's pleasure dome They say to build a better man trap the rats, Will lead a path to your door Build a better man trap And the rats will beat a path to your door And the doorway is a cutaway of flesh and bone Lay me down upon a bed of roses |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
I walk wherever the weather provides
cause everybody needs some time outside gimme no lip and I'll tell you no lie hands down the illest ventriloquist this side of the mississippi river high that's right operator smoother than faders on an automated sound board Andretti's never raced me but if he wants to, oh I'm ready, ready coordination of the eye and hand--it's not my strong point but i make due with what I have pure rock fury the solution is so clear calling all humans and able volunteers I walk wherever the weather provides cause everybody needs some time outside I seen them boxes in peliculas; one time stands out in particular I seen you dance in the arena all in make-up dressed up like a ballerina I got to wonder what's got into you or just what you got into pure rock fury the solution is so clear calling all humans and able volunteers I walk wherever the weather provides cause everybody needs some time outside gimme no lip and I'll tell you no lie hotter than abba in nevada sun in a real small car with the windows rolled up no super trooper cause you pooped your pants and you're screaming o please just give me one more chance not one to shrink from helping humankind brother but one other thing that you might keep in mind coordination of the eye and hand--it's not my strong point but I make due with what I have pure rock fury the solution is so clear calling all humans and able volunteers |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
Punk Rock Princess
by Something Corporate Maybe when the room is empty Maybe when the bottle's full Maybe when the door gets broke down Love can break in Maybe when I'm done with thinking Maybe you can think me whole Maybe when I'm done with endings This can begin If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your garage band king You could tell me why you just don't fit in And how you're gonna be something Maybe when your hair gets darker Maybe when your eyes get wide Maybe when the walls are smaller There will be no more space Maybe when I'm not so tired Maybe you could step inside Maybe when I look for things That I can't replace If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your garage band king You could tell me why you just don't fit in And how you're gonna be something If I could be your first real heartache I would do it over again If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your heroine I never thought you'd last I never dreamed you would You watch your life go past You wonder if you should If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your garage band king You could tell me why you just don't fit in And how you're gonna be something If I could be your first real heartache I would do it over again If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your heroine If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your garage band king You could tell me why you just don't fit in And how you're gonna be something |
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from Something Corporate - Audio Boxer (2005)
Punk Rock Princess
by Something Corporate Maybe when the room is empty Maybe when the bottle's full Maybe when the door gets broke down Love can break in Maybe when I'm done with thinking Maybe you can think me whole Maybe when I'm done with endings This can begin If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your garage band king You could tell me why you just don't fit in And how you're gonna be something Maybe when your hair gets darker Maybe when your eyes get wide Maybe when the walls are smaller There will be no more space Maybe when I'm not so tired Maybe you could step inside Maybe when I look for things That I can't replace If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your garage band king You could tell me why you just don't fit in And how you're gonna be something If I could be your first real heartache I would do it over again If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your heroine I never thought you'd last I never dreamed you would You watch your life go past You wonder if you should If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your garage band king You could tell me why you just don't fit in And how you're gonna be something If I could be your first real heartache I would do it over again If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your heroine If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your garage band king You could tell me why you just don't fit in And how you're gonna be something |
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from Clutch - Slow Hole to China: Rare and Unreleased (2005)
Went out the back of Halifax
All the way to Virginia, Fairfax It wasn't weird enough So I went west to Oregon All I, All I wonder While I run Is what's, is what's Next on my agenda I made a ruckus with a succubus Before she knew I was amphibious She threw her hands up and started to scream "Man you look like your straight outta V." All I, all I wonder While I run Is what's, is what's Next on my agenda (spoken) And so it was that I, a wayward throwback to the Mesozoic, was enslaved as a circus freak to entertain you drunken monkeys. But Fate still had her twisted sense of humor and she granted me safe passage to sunny Florida, where for over the past 300 years now I have been breeding with an unheard of efficiency. And soon my progeny will rise up and say "Hail Draco, king of the dragon men!" I fashion my crown from Quetzlcoatl's quills Build my palace in the jungles of Brazil In the summertime come my children "For I hail Draco, king of dragon men!" I fashion my crown from Quetzlcoatl's quills Build my palace in the jungles of Brazil In the summertime come my children "For I hail Draco, king of dragon men!" |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
Won't you open up the border
To rivers running green, green, green, green, green I have kilo loads of plastic To trade for pumpkins seeds, seeds, seeds, seeds, seeds I know folks in Wichita as well as Santa Fe All veterans of the trade Alright! Open it up, open it up, open it Living for the trade Open it up, open it up, open it Just living for the trade Open it up, open it up, open it Living for the trade Open it up, open it up, open it The merry wives of Windsor I swapped for cans of Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam While sipping fine darjeeling With an English man, man, man, man, man I know folks in Liverpool as well as in Bombay All veterans of the trade Alright! Open it up, open it up, open it Living for the trade Open it up, open it up, open it Just living for the trade Open it up, open it up, open it Living for the trade Open it up, open it up, open it In a tent on the caravan road you'll find those things you thought were gone Bartered for jasmine and silk and furs of frozen mastodons YEAH I know folks in Wichita as well as in Bombay All veterans of the trade Open it up Opening the border Open it up, open it up, open it We're opening the border (Living for the trade) Opening the border Open it up, open it up, open it We're openinnnnng (Just living for the trade) Opening the border Open it up, open it up, open it We're opening the border (Living for the trade) Opening the border Open it up, open it up, open it We're openinnnnng |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Piece by piece, and bit by bit
i'll break this down for you, real slow but i can't whisper all of this and i can't seem to let this go so i'll watch the matches, turn to ashes i'll watch the matches, turn to ashes i can tell its your turn, i smell the sulfur so clear and fire's a beautiful sound and the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear and ashes just fall to the ground yeah we're only ashes part and part and inch my inch you'll have your mile when its through incinerate whats left of this and torch the part of me that's you so i'll watch the matches, turn to ashes i can tell it's your turn, i smell the sulfur so clear and fire's a beautiful sound and the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear and ashes just fall to the ground yeah we're only ashes i can tell it's your turn, i smell the sulfur so clear and fire's a beautiful sound and the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear and ashes just fall to the ground yeah we're only ashes |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Piece by piece, and bit by bit
i'll break this down for you, real slow but i can't whisper all of this and i can't seem to let this go so i'll watch the matches, turn to ashes i'll watch the matches, turn to ashes i can tell its your turn, i smell the sulfur so clear and fire's a beautiful sound and the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear and ashes just fall to the ground yeah we're only ashes part and part and inch my inch you'll have your mile when its through incinerate whats left of this and torch the part of me that's you so i'll watch the matches, turn to ashes i can tell it's your turn, i smell the sulfur so clear and fire's a beautiful sound and the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear and ashes just fall to the ground yeah we're only ashes i can tell it's your turn, i smell the sulfur so clear and fire's a beautiful sound and the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear and ashes just fall to the ground yeah we're only ashes |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Piece by piece, and bit by bit
i'll break this down for you, real slow but i can't whisper all of this and i can't seem to let this go so i'll watch the matches, turn to ashes i'll watch the matches, turn to ashes i can tell its your turn, i smell the sulfur so clear and fire's a beautiful sound and the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear and ashes just fall to the ground yeah we're only ashes part and part and inch my inch you'll have your mile when its through incinerate whats left of this and torch the part of me that's you so i'll watch the matches, turn to ashes i can tell it's your turn, i smell the sulfur so clear and fire's a beautiful sound and the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear and ashes just fall to the ground yeah we're only ashes i can tell it's your turn, i smell the sulfur so clear and fire's a beautiful sound and the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear and ashes just fall to the ground yeah we're only ashes |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
Not What It Seems
by Something Corporate A long day If ever these questions were yours what would you say? I don't know But I'm writing the answers on cheap paper napkins And now he's turning off And now she's shutting down It's not what it seems Nothing's the same when you give it away No, it's not what it seems It's just what you think it is And these fights They climb through my veins like it's mercury rising And these nights I seem to remember a home that was better And now he's turning off And now she's shutting down It's not what it seems Nothing's the same when you give it away No, it's not what it seems It's just what you think it is Now he's turning off The family is breaking down It's not what it seems Nothing's the same when you give it away No, it's not what it seems It's just what you think it is It's just what you think it is |
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from Clutch - Slow Hole to China: Rare and Unreleased (2005)
They landed in Manhattan
With rifles and hatchets Screeching 'bout the living dead Eatin' all the fodder Like there wasn't a tomorrow As they feared, how they feared, how they feared Sacajawea is gettin' meaner Nickle dime, nickle dime, nickle dime It's such a long road that we travel Nickle dime, nickle dime, nickle dime Causin' more commotion With that steam locomotion On the flyin' country mile Blisters by the fistfulls 'Til the foreman blows the whistle And drinkin' whiskey all the while Sacajawea is gettin' meaner Nickle dime, nickle dime, nickle dime It's such a long road that we travel Nickle dime, nickle dime Get up on the chuckwagon If your feet are draggin' Get up on the chuckwagon If your feet are draggin' Get up on the chuckwagon If your feet are draggin'-yeah! Well they landed on Europa And it's colder than Dakota But they took the bull by the horns For the frozen ocean Foreman has himself the notion "This ain't nothing we ain't done before!" Sacajawea is gettin' meaner Nickle dime, nickle dime, nickle dime It's such a long road that we travel Nickle dime, nickle dime, nickle dime Sacajawea is gettin' meaner Nickle dime, nickle dime, nickle dime It's such a long road that we travel Nickle dime, nickle dime |
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from Clutch - The Elephant Riders (1998)
Went to the five and dime,
bought myself a copy of Time, and on the cover was a woman that I knew when I was excavating in the mountains of Peru. I caught a plane to L.I.A. I didn't know what I would say. Maybe she would like me, I had lost a lot of weight since she had last seen me in 1988. Went to a local bar and ordered a cerveza, asked a man about the woman on the cover, dijo, "Claro que si, es el presidente's daughter." Asked him where she might me, "You did not hear this from me. The girl is a terrorista en las montanas a Chuquibambilla." Took a bus through mountains. Oh, my head was pounding. Got to stay strong and carry on. Got to stay strong, it won't be long. Arrived in the villa surrounded by guerrillas. Then my girl took me in her arms. She said, "How have you been? Oh, but I'll see you again." I woke up in a coffin underneath an altar to the east of Machu Pichu. Crawled from the royal tomb. The sun was bright, it burned my eyes. I knew that she was gone so I went down to the riverside and I cried. I went down to the riverside I went down and I cried. Muchas veces, I don't know if I'm coming or I'm going. Muchas veces, I'm at a loss as what to do. Muchas veces, I don't know if I'm coming or I'm going. Muches veces, I'm at a loss as what to do. My friend said, "She's nothing but pain." I said, "I still love her the same. All she needs is a little bit of love and I'm sure I can make her change some." "What about that girl in Zaire that you met while a volunteer? She got quite the education and quite the pair of legs on her." "Oh, she married an Englishman, a correspondent for CNN. She thought he was rather handsome in a UN blue flak jacket. Oh, I see where your coming from, but for me there is no other one. I must be on my merry way." Went to the five and dime, bought myself a copy of Time, and on the cover was a woman that I knew claiming she was a kahuna down on Oahu. Caught a plane to H.I.A. The sun was bright, it burned my eyes. I knew that she was near because I felt shivers on my spine. I felt fine. |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Another lonely night in Amersterdam
And stars are coming out in waves I miss my Miss America in Park Hotel But I'm too stoned to call it a day And when everything you wanted Is to hide behind your eyes And I'm locked in my hotel room Turning over our goodbyes I will write this down for you So you can read it I will hold my breath for you Till I can't feel it Another lonely night in Amsterdam And water's moving through the sound The blood is boiling in my veins And the food I can't keep down And I don't care if you don't love me And I don't care if you don't change I could live inside the shadow that I cast for you And the myth that you would stay And I'll be home before the morning comes You won't have to be alone I will write this down for you So you can read it I will hold my breath for you Till I can't feel it You don't have to see me this way Cause this way I'm okay I will write this down, I will write this down Oh love, I'm tangled up, again Oh love, when does this twisting end? When does this twisting end? I will write this down for you So you can read it I will hold my breath for you Till I can't feel it You won't have to see me this way Cause this way I'm okay I will write this down for you So you can read it |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Another lonely night in Amsterdam
The stars were coming out in waves And I miss my Miss America from the Park Hotel But I'm too stoned to call today And when everything you've wanted Is hard to hide behind your eyes Am I'm locked in my hotel room turning over our good-byes I will write this down for you So you can read it I will hold my breath for you Til' I can't feel it Another lonely night in Amsterdam The water moving through the sound Of the blood thats boiling in my veins And the food I can't keep down And I don't care if you don't love me And I don't care if you don't change And I could live inside these shadows that I cast for you If it meant that you would stay And I'll be home before the morning comes And you won't have to be alone I will write this down for you So you can read it I will hold my breath for you Til' i can't feel it You won't have to see me this way 'Cause this way I'm okay I will write this down I will write this down Oh love, I'm tangled up again Oh love, when does this twisting end? When does this twisting end? I will write this down for you So you can read it I will hold my breath for you Til' I can't feel it You don't have to see me this way 'Cause this way I'm okay I will write this down for you So you could read it |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Another lonely night in Amersterdam
And stars are coming out in waves I miss my Miss America in Park Hotel But I'm too stoned to call it a day And when everything you wanted Is to hide behind your eyes And I'm locked in my hotel room Turning over our goodbyes I will write this down for you So you can read it I will hold my breath for you Till I can't feel it Another lonely night in Amsterdam And water's moving through the sound The blood is boiling in my veins And the food I can't keep down And I don't care if you don't love me And I don't care if you don't change I could live inside the shadow that I cast for you And the myth that you would stay And I'll be home before the morning comes You won't have to be alone I will write this down for you So you can read it I will hold my breath for you Till I can't feel it You don't have to see me this way Cause this way I'm okay I will write this down, I will write this down Oh love, I'm tangled up, again Oh love, when does this twisting end? When does this twisting end? I will write this down for you So you can read it I will hold my breath for you Till I can't feel it You won't have to see me this way Cause this way I'm okay I will write this down for you So you can read it |
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from Clutch - Transnational Speedway League: Anthems, Anecdotes And Undeniable Truths (1993)
Fine swine, wish you were mine
Bite the apple of my eye This little piggy never made it home Helter skelter, run for shelter Can't escape the boiling swelter Beat you like the dog that you are Oh, I could kill you if I wanted Kill you with my own two hands Oh, I'm so happy I could kill you Kill you like a sacrificial lamb Because you, you are nothing but an animal With a branding iron on your back A sight so obscene, a sight so absurd So many ways to skin a cat All cut up All cut up Everything tastes better now My hands, these tools, the fatted cow The swine, the wine, the coming feast Your Jesus Christ has canine teeth Fine swine, wish you were mine Bite the apple of my eye This little piggy never made it home Helter skelter, run for shelter Can't escape the boiling swelter Beat you like the dog that you are Because you, you are nothing but an animal With a branding iron on your back A sight so obscene, a sight so absurd So many ways to skin a cat All cut up All cut up Everything tastes better now My hands, these tools, the fatted cow The swine, the wine, the coming feast Your Jesus Christ has canine teeth |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
It's a good year for a murder
She's praying to Jesus, she's pulling the trigger There's no tears, cause he's not here She washes her hands and she fixes the dinner, But soon they'll be coming to rush her away And no ones so sure if her crime had a reason The reasons like seasons They constantly change, And the seasons of last year Like reasons have floated away Away with this spilled milk Away with this dirty dish water, away Seventeen years and all that he gave was a daughter ""It's me and the moon,"" she says ""And I've got no trouble with that, but I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die"" ""It's me and the moon,"" she says And it's over, but just started The blood stained the carpet Her heart like a crystal She's lucid and departed A life left behind, she can find in her mind gone away Away with these nightmares Away with suburbia Shake down away You marry a role and You give up your soul til you break down ""It's me and the moon,"" she says ""And I've got no trouble with that, But I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die"" ""It's me and the moon,"" she says But what do you say we go for a ride? What do you say we get high? But I'm so tired of days that feel like the night ""It's me and the moon,"" she says ""And I've got no trouble with that, And I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die I am a butterfly, I am a butterfly, I am a butterfly"" |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
It's a good year for a murder
She's praying to Jesus She's pulling the trigger There's no tears Cause he's not here She washes her hands And she fixes the dinner But soon they'll be coming to rush her away No one's so sure if her crime had a reason But reasons like seasons they constantly change And the seasons of lies still like reasons are flowing, away Away with this spilled milk? Away with this dirty dishwater? Away Seventeen years and all that he gave was a daughter It's me and the moon she says I got no trouble with that And I am a butterfly but you wouldn't let me die It's me and the moon she says And it's over, it just started The blood stained the carpet Her heart like a crystal She's lucid and departed A life left behind she can find in her mind, gone away Away with these nightmares Away with suburbia shakedown Away You marry a role and you give up your soul till you break down It's me and the moon she says I got no trouble with that And I am a butterfly but you wouldn't let me die It's me and the moon she says But what do you say we go for a ride What do you say we get high But I'm so tired of days that feel like the night It's me and the moon she says I got no trouble with that And I am a butterfly but you wouldn't let me die And I am a butterfly but you wouldn't let me die And I am a butterfly And I am a butterfly And I am a butterfly |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
It's a good year for a murder
She's praying to Jesus She's pulling the trigger There's no tears Cause he's not here She washes her hands And she fixes the dinner But soon they'll be coming to rush her away No one's so sure if her crime had a reason But reasons like seasons they constantly change And the seasons of lies still like reasons are flowing, away Away with this spilled milk? Away with this dirty dishwater? Away Seventeen years and all that he gave was a daughter It's me and the moon she says I got no trouble with that And I am a butterfly but you wouldn't let me die It's me and the moon she says And it's over, it just started The blood stained the carpet Her heart like a crystal She's lucid and departed A life left behind she can find in her mind, gone away Away with these nightmares Away with suburbia shakedown Away You marry a role and you give up your soul till you break down It's me and the moon she says I got no trouble with that And I am a butterfly but you wouldn't let me die It's me and the moon she says But what do you say we go for a ride What do you say we get high But I'm so tired of days that feel like the night It's me and the moon she says I got no trouble with that And I am a butterfly but you wouldn't let me die And I am a butterfly but you wouldn't let me die And I am a butterfly And I am a butterfly And I am a butterfly |
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from Something Corporate - Audio Boxer (2005)
Climbing out of the sky a man who could fly
And a painting anyone could play It's a comic book crush that taught you to trust Staring out of the stands at a rock n' roll band And a hero no one else could save It was never much but it's all that you gave And I wonder if you wonder, or did your stars finally explode? Did the thunder pull you underneath the haze? I'm amazed, than I let go Little minds let little games burn big old dreams with little flames And you don't think I understand Little holes in parachutes won't leave you falling If they do, it's because you want to land Climbing out of his chair to fix the T.V. glare is a man But no one knows he's there It's a Dramamine dream that kept them alive but lost She's got her plastic friends and a brand new Benz and she laughs Hell, sometimes life ain't fair It's a comic book crush that got them nowhere And I wonder if you wonder, or did your stars finally explode? Did the thunder pull you underneath the haze? I'm amazed, than I let go Little minds let little games burn big old dreams with little flames And you don't think I understand Little holes in parachutes won't leave you falling If they do, it's because you want to land These elevator doors are closing again you leave before I planned I taste you walking down the hall You left your perfume on the nightstand |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
Who's the man who stole fire for the people?
Who causes trembling in the bones of evil? Who carved a mountain into a cathedral? I am immortal Half-blind and spitting straight into the wind Down, down Trying to drag me down It's all right I go to dreaming I said it's all right I, liquefying (Dog years, dog years, dog years, dog years) The blood of lions (Dog years, dog years, dog years, dog years) I ain't dying (Dog years) I am immortal Who rides the solar cycle with no hands ma? Who found the Ark inside Texarkana? Who asks the questions that have no answers? Half-blind and spitting straight into the wind Down, down Trying to drag me down Down Down (Dog years, dog years, dog years) (Dog years, dog years, dog years) I am immortal I am immortal I am immortal In dog years ... Blood of lions (Dog years, dog years, dog years, dog years) I, liquefying (Dog years, dog years, dog years, dog years) I ain't dying (Dog years) I am immortal |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
I have a story, a bitter anthem for everyone to hear,
about this kid who just don't like me and that's a solid fact. They say he's hunting me and as you see I'm all swelled up with fear cuz I can't get him off my back. If you see Jordan, if you see Jordan, He makes me sick, he makes me sick High school's over, high school's over and you still won't quit. You tried to fight me down at Tyler's beach and man I think that's great. You nearly cried and said to yell at you like I do at all the girls. Then you drove home real quick, did you make it in time to masturbate? There's one too many of you in this world. If you see Jordan, if you see Jordan, He makes me sick, he makes me sick High school's over, high school's over and you still won't quit. You say its chivalry, well its jealousy that led us to this song. Won't play it often just at least until you're gone. You'll stop at nothing but the real thing and everything up to that's pretend. You tried to brainwash all my friends. If you see Jordan, if you see Jordan, He makes me sick, he makes me sick High school's over, high school's over and you still won't quit. Fuck you Jordan, fuck you Jordan, You make me sick, you make me sick High school's over, high school's over I don't care if you dye your hair, You'll always be a little redhead bitch |
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from Something Corporate - Audio Boxer (2005)
I have a story, a bitter anthem for everyone to hear,
about this kid who just don't like me and that's a solid fact. They say he's hunting me and as you see I'm all swelled up with fear cuz I can't get him off my back. If you see Jordan, if you see Jordan, He makes me sick, he makes me sick High school's over, high school's over and you still won't quit. You tried to fight me down at Tyler's beach and man I think that's great. You nearly cried and said to yell at you like I do at all the girls. Then you drove home real quick, did you make it in time to masturbate? There's one too many of you in this world. If you see Jordan, if you see Jordan, He makes me sick, he makes me sick High school's over, high school's over and you still won't quit. You say its chivalry, well its jealousy that led us to this song. Won't play it often just at least until you're gone. You'll stop at nothing but the real thing and everything up to that's pretend. You tried to brainwash all my friends. If you see Jordan, if you see Jordan, He makes me sick, he makes me sick High school's over, high school's over and you still won't quit. Fuck you Jordan, fuck you Jordan, You make me sick, you make me sick High school's over, high school's over I don't care if you dye your hair, You'll always be a little redhead bitch |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
I'm under attack again my dear, I'm in the way
Got no resolutions, no clever anecdotes to say And still if I yell at the top of my lungs will it be the same? I'd fly you a flag, I'd bury this pen into my veins I wanna feel through you tonight But I won't make you I won't make you The telephone number I got for you says nobody's home The best thing I can think to do right now is leave it alone And you had an apology in your mailbox since last July It's funny when you find the words to say you find no reply I wanna feel through you tonight But I won't make you I won't make you Scream my name just one more time But I won't make you I won't make you And it's been hours now To be here like this And just to lay you down And just to taste your lips And just to keep me up God I'm tired of sleeping And just to lay inside you And just to know this feeling I wanna feel through you tonight But I won't make you I won't make you Scream my name just one more time But I won't make you I won't make you |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
I'm under attack again my dear, I'm in the way
Got no resolutions, no clever anecdotes to say And still if I yell at the top of my lungs will it be the same? I'd fly you a flag, I'd bury this pen into my veins I wanna feel through you tonight But I won't make you I won't make you The telephone number I got for you says nobody's home The best thing I can think to do right now is leave it alone And you had an apology in your mailbox since last July It's funny when you find the words to say you find no reply I wanna feel through you tonight But I won't make you I won't make you Scream my name just one more time But I won't make you I won't make you And it's been hours now To be here like this And just to lay you down And just to taste your lips And just to keep me up God I'm tired of sleeping And just to lay inside you And just to know this feeling I wanna feel through you tonight But I won't make you I won't make you Scream my name just one more time But I won't make you I won't make you |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
I'm under attack again my dear, I'm in the way
Got no resolutions, no clever anecdotes to say And still if I yell at the top of my lungs will it be the same? I'd fly you a flag, I'd bury this pen into my veins I wanna feel through you tonight But I won't make you I won't make you The telephone number I got for you says nobody's home The best thing I can think to do right now is leave it alone And you had an apology in your mailbox since last July It's funny when you find the words to say you find no reply I wanna feel through you tonight But I won't make you I won't make you Scream my name just one more time But I won't make you I won't make you And it's been hours now To be here like this And just to lay you down And just to taste your lips And just to keep me up God I'm tired of sleeping And just to lay inside you And just to know this feeling I wanna feel through you tonight But I won't make you I won't make you Scream my name just one more time But I won't make you I won't make you |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
I woke up in New York City
From my sleep behind the wheel Caught a train to Poughkeepsie And time stood still She wrote me a letter from San Diego To qualify her luck These flights connect through Arizona But I think I'll stay stuck ""So""Here I am Here I am Well I woke up in a car I traced away the fog So I could see the Mississippi on her knees I've never been so lost I've never felt so much at home Please write my folks and throw away my keys I woke up in a car I woke up in a car I met a girl who kept tattoos For homes that she had loved If I were her I'd paint my body 'Till all my skin was gone She wrote me a letter As we passed through Rockford She said she won't forget Maybe I do maybe I don't But I know I haven't yet So here I am Here I am Well I woke up in a car I traced away the fog So I could see the Mississippi on her knees I've never been so lost I've never felt so much at home Please write my folks and throw away my keys I woke up in a car I woke up in a car And maybe I could live forever If not ever i had known That you'd be waiting there whenever I am all alone But here I am Well I woke up in a car I traced away the fog So I could see the Mississippi on her knees I've never been so lost I've never felt so much at home Please write my folks and throw away my keys Well I woke up in a car I traced away the fog So I could see the Mississippi on her knees I've never been so lost I've never felt so much at home Please write my folks and throw away my keys I woke up in a car I woke up in a car I woke up in car |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
Standing on the edge of morning,
scent of sex and New Found Glory playing as she's pulling back her hair. She drives away, she's feeling worthless; used again, but nothing's different. She'd stay the night but knows he doesn't care. At home by three; a deafening quiet. The porch light's off, guess they forgot it. She'd cry herself to sleep but she don't dare. And she wants to be a model, She wants to hear she's beautiful. She's beautiful. I want to save you, I want to save you. (Yeah) I need you to save me too. I want to save you. Dressed by dawn and out the door, no lights, she memorized the floors so she could leave without being detected. She works till three; it's uniform, she dreams that he'll come by the store. She prays for days when boys mean she's protected. And she wants someone to see her, She needs to hear she's beautiful. She's beautiful. I want to save you I want to save you. (Yeah) I need you to save me too. I want to save you. And she won't sleep. (and she won't sleep) She won't sleep, and she won't sleep at all. I want to save you I want to save you. (Yeah) I need you to save me too. I want to save you (Let me save you) I want to save you (Let me save you) I want to save you (Let me save you) I want to save you (Let me save you) I want to save you |
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from Clutch - Clutch (1995)
Like Marlon Brando, but bigger
You'll find that creature at the bottom of the deep down Susquehanna River This one I had, it stood right on up to me Tore out his hook and declared himself a prodigy But oh no, fishing ain't what it used to be I've seen some bad years, but this one is just killing me One little nibble in thirteen years I really pack 'em in This one I had, I seen it in dreams All shacked up with lightning and horizon beams Well I bring 'em on up and then I pack 'em on in In all the places I've been And I swear, it's never been like this before Least not since 19 and 44 But today, I made a sick discovery Lead box in Sassafras Cove Well I brought him on up and then I packed him on in Oh yes, I'm really cashing in Wash of the Chesapeake and Appalachian Blue Range I have discovered the body of John Wilkes Booth Yes, it's true, I have Mr. Booth Everybody got to make a living somehow Do I hear a million? Yeah Well I bring 'em on up and then I pack 'em on in And then I bring 'em on up and then I pack 'em on in Well I bring 'em on up and then I pack 'em on in And then I bring 'em on up and then I pack 'em on in And then I pack 'em on in And then I pack 'em on in |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
Shake down you make me break
For goodness sake I think I'm on the edge Of something new with you Shout out don't drown the sound I'll drown you out You'll never scream so loud As I want to scream with you Standing there with your smile blinding Your eyes from seeing My face as I'm dying To figure out a girl But she drifts so far away I'm on her coast So maybe I should stay And map around your world So Don't Say These currents are still killing me And you can't explain But the wind went and pulled me Into your hurricane Into your hurricane Stand up don't make a sound Your ears might bleed There's sweet fluorescent enemies That live inside of me The world moves faster than I knew Not fast enough to not creep up on you And the space we put between So pull me under your weather patterns Your cold fronts and the rain don't matter Because the sun burns when I need it So Don't Say These currents are still killing me And you can't explain But the wind went and pulled you Into the hurricane into the hurricane You don't do it on purpose But you make me shake Now I count the hours 'til you wake With your babies breath Breathe symphonies Come on sweet catastrophe Well, Maybe this time I can follow through i can feel complete Stop paying dues Stop the rain from falling Keep my ocean calm This time I know nothings wrong So Don't Say These currents are still killing me And you can't explain But the wind went and pulled me in and no you don't say These currents are still killing me And you can't explain but the wind went and pulled me into your hurricane into your hurricane into your hurricane |
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from Clutch - Slow Hole to China: Rare and Unreleased (2005)
Oh, I seen him walkin'
On down that road He got a broken push cart With a heavy load Oh, Lord have mercy Upon my wicked soul Ah, he looked right at me With his eyes of coal It's the hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Ah, he'll sell you liquids To cure that whooping cough And fine liniments At a poor man's cost Ah, but when your time is up boy And you feel that chill He will come softly knocking To collect his bill It's the hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Oh, I seen him walkin' On down that road He got a broken white man With a heavy load Oh, Lord have mercy Upon my foolish soul It is so cold and dark Behind these eyes of coal It's the hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Hoodoo operator Operate Operate Operate |
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from Clutch - The Elephant Riders (1998)
Won't you come over and stay for a while.
Take a seat, have a drink, we'd have a nice time. Turn on the TV i believe it's prime time. I'll make you chicken cacciatore in five. There's a woman down at 314 Who can't keep the stains on her kitchen floor clean. And there's a man thats been knocking on his own door for three years, Or has it been four? I don't want to spend the winter in this house all alone. Those neighbors of mine keep coming on over and playing with my mind. I would like to love you. I shure would treat you right, We could take the trash out every Thursday night. Here in my neighborhood there is the strangest thing- Green buckets every Friday at every driveway. They're filled with glasses, plastics and newspapers too. They say they recycle and bring them back to you. I would like to love you i should would treat you right, we could take the trash out every Thursday night. We coud be a fmaily, consume many goods. We could be the pillars of the neighborhood. Ah, babe, I"m a real hard worker. With the proper tools i'll make you anything you yearn for. The barbarians are at teh gate, come in before it's too late. I have food enough to last the two of us about a year. One thousand cans of chowder and one thousand cans of beer. I love my neighboors like I love my own brothers, But every year they are getting odder and odder. |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
Good News
by Something Corporate She's trapped inside her room With reruns on the screen Old books and movies But she can't stop thinking I'm torn between myself My radio my friends I want to write this one off over and over again And then she looked at me to scream "My castles are falling" But I can't look into the street Without everything changing I want to read good news I want to be innocent again I want to read good news But nothing good is happening She waits all day She stands a stranger in her skin She moves the science with her hands She lines her walls With every paper she can see These words consume her But they never set her free And then she looked at me to scream "My castles are falling" But I can't look into the street Without everything changing I want to read good news I want to be innocent again I want to read good news But nothing good is happening I want to read good news I want to be a little kid again I want to read good news But nothing good is happening I want to read good news I want to go to sleep at night again I want to read good news But nothing good is happening |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
Globes and Maps
by Something Corporate Light breaks underneath A heavy door And I try to keep myself awake Fall all around us on a hotel floor And you think that you've made a mistake And there's a pain in my stomach From another sleepless binge And I struggle to get myself up again I wanna hang on to something That won't break away for fall apart Like the pieces of my heart Globes and maps are all around me now I wanna feel you breathe me in Globes and maps I see surround you here Why won't you believe me? Globes and maps they chart your way back home Do you wanna leave or something? Dreams came around you In a hazy rain You open your mouth wide to feel them fall And I write a letter from a one-way train But I don't think you'll read it at all Globes and maps are all around me now I wanna feel you breathe me in Globes and maps I see surround you here Why won't you believe me? Globes and maps they chart your way back home Do you wanna leave or something? I can't take this anymore I know that I can't take this anymore I can't take this anymore Cause I know someday I'll see you walk out that door Globes and maps are all around me now I wanna feel you breathe me in Globes and maps I see surround you here Why won't you believe me? Globes and maps they chart your way back home Do you wanna leave or something? |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
How would you like to go bobbing for apples the shape of fish?
Throw a coin into the well, close your eyes and make a wish? How would you like to dine A la Frankenstein? Downtown they're giving 'em away, downtown they're giving 'em How would you like to dine A la Frankenstein? Downtown they're giving 'em away, downtown they're giving 'em Oh hey there Mama Nature why do you keep on shooting us that look? No we did not take it, I swear we were only borrowing the book! How would you like to dine A la Frankenstein? Downtown they're giving 'em away, downtown they're giving 'em How would you like to dine A la Frankenstein? Downtown they're giving 'em away, downtown they're giving 'em So who's been planting magic beans to catch themselves a golden hen? We've spent so many years going over this, we can't start that all again! How would you like to dine A la Frankenstein? Downtown they're giving 'em away, downtown they're giving 'em How would you like to dine A la Frankenstein? Downtown they're giving 'em away, downtown they're giving 'em How would you like to dine A la Frankenstein? Downtown they're giving 'em away, downtown they're giving 'em |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
I close my eyes
Thought I was lost but I was stranded I go outside To my surprise the sky had landed I thought it made more sense If I could only keep you guessing I was a fool to think that I should stop you from undressing Now I'm believing all the words you say That I can't say back to you To you And so I fall I don't wanna feel this small You know I just can't handle this Handle this at all And I'll just fall I'll let my heartbeat drop I falter as the music stops And you watch me as i stall And wonder when I fall I kiss your neck I feel you breathing on my shoulder Still I'm perfect It must be you cause now it's over I was so close That was the most that I have ever been through Now old cassettes and cigarettes Will be the ones to save you How can you ask for me to stay When all you ever do is go? Just go And so I fall I don't wanna feel this small You know I just can't handle this Handle this at all And so i fall I'll let my heartbeat drop I falter as the music stops And you watch me as i stall And wonder when I... Go on You've kept me waiting Go on And watch me as I fall I don't wanna feel this small You know I just can't handle this Handle this at all And so I'll fall I'll let my heartbeat drop I falter as the music stops And you watch me as i stall And wonder when I... |
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from Clutch - Clutch (1995)
Then against my better judgment I went walking out that door
I smiled at one person then I nodded to three more One man asked me for a dollar, I asked him what it's for? He said, "I have seen them." I said, "Okay, it's yours." And as featured on the MTV, the local high school lets out And the town becomes anarchy Parties are crashed, skid marks are measured The story's in the paper, you may read it at your leisure Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet And to the tune of a billion dollars I supplied to the D.O.E. Some tasty little nuggets of alien technology And as one might expect, I've been harassed for years The Men In Black have been bending my ear As a matter of fact, they were just here today But I escaped them through a secret passageway Once I lived there for one thousand days Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet I have plans for the future, guess they're futuristic plans Move out west and buy some desert lands Or maybe up North, just past Alaska You know nothing of this if they ask you Red Rover, Red Rover, Bob Lazar's coming over So honey clear the airstrip and light up that stove By Jove, I think it's started, oh yeah Escape from the Prison Planet Billion people harvest on Mars Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk One mile from the pyramid Escape From the Planet of the Apes Go forth, ad infinitum Return the relics to the elephants And Atlantis rises Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet Ejector seat ignite Billion people harvest on Mars Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk One mile from the pyramid Escape From the Planet of the Apes Go forth, ad infinitum Return the relics to the elephant And Atlantis rises |
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from Escape From L.A. (LA 탈출) [ost] (1996)
Then against my better judgment I went walking out that door.
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from Crobar Vol. One - Soho, Londo: The Home Of Bee ''n'' Whistky... (2009)
Then against my better judgment I went walking out that door
I smiled at one person then I nodded to three more One man asked me for a dollar, I asked him what it's for? He said, "I have seen them." I said, "Okay, it's yours." And as featured on the MTV, the local high school lets out And the town becomes anarchy Parties are crashed, skid marks are measured The story's in the paper, you may read it at your leisure Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet And to the tune of a billion dollars I supplied to the D.O.E. Some tasty little nuggets of alien technology And as one might expect, I've been harassed for years The Men In Black have been bending my ear As a matter of fact, they were just here today But I escaped them through a secret passageway Once I lived there for one thousand days Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet I have plans for the future, guess they're futuristic plans Move out west and buy some desert lands Or maybe up North, just past Alaska You know nothing of this if they ask you Red Rover, Red Rover, Bob Lazar's coming over So honey clear the airstrip and light up that stove By Jove, I think it's started, oh yeah Escape from the Prison Planet Billion people harvest on Mars Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk One mile from the pyramid Escape From the Planet of the Apes Go forth, ad infinitum Return the relics to the elephants And Atlantis rises Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet Ejector seat ignite Billion people harvest on Mars Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk One mile from the pyramid Escape From the Planet of the Apes Go forth, ad infinitum Return the relics to the elephant And Atlantis rises |
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from Clutch - Transnational Speedway League: Anthems, Anecdotes And Undeniable Truths (1993)
Like a fly to doo doo
You need me like a bird needs wings Or little bunny fufu who needs to bop the field mice So all the kids can sing They call me El Jefe El primo de los matadors The master of the metaphor, A chaw chewin' trubador The one you've come to love and adore, And I've come to take you away Take you away Take you away Take you away Take you away Take you away Take you away I'll make you go goo goo Like a baby that sees candy right before its eyes I'll kiss your little boo boo Make it better than it's ever felt before They call me El Jefe El primo de los matadors The master of the metaphor, A chaw chewin' trubador The one you've come to love and adore, And I've come to take you away I'll take you away now I'll take you away now Can you do the two step fleshtone slide? Well I'll teach you Can you do the achy breaky eyeball dance? Well I'll teach you Can you do the two step fleshtone slide? Well I'll teach you Can you do the achy breaky eyeball dance? Well I'll teach you They call me El Jefe The boss and the point man And I've come to take you away They call me El Jefe The boss and the hit man And I've come to take you away |
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from Clutch - The Elephant Riders (1998)
Once again I'm denied my choice.
Once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling, now eight times over Miss October is out for me. Believe me when I tell you she's all about destruction. It's just about enough to make a grown man cry. Good God Almighty we was panning for gold down at the banks of mighty Colorado, when all of a sudden came an awful sound; ten thousand buffalo were running us down. Once again I'm denied my joy. Sieves and peas, oh Lord, oh Lord! Thunder and lightning at a feverish pitch. Must be the workings of the Old West Witch. I crossed her once when I was just a youth. Been scared stiff ever since, to tell you the truth. Once again I'm denied my joy. Sieves and peas, oh Lord, oh Lord! She went once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling, now eight times over Miss October is out for me. Believe me when I tell you she's all about the voodoo. and all the things I'm losing when I pay no mind. Get off on the good foot and start another day. Maybe head for Hazel, California. Oh, but sooner or later she'll go to town sure as the Earth runs around and around. Again I'm denied my joy. Sieves and peas, oh Lord! At the side of the road a bundle of twine, and on it I found a note. It read, "You'll be running until the end of time." She went once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling, now eight times over Miss October is out for me. Believe me when I tell you she's all about destruction. It's just about enough to make a grown man cry. |
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from Clutch - Transnational Speedway League: Anthems, Anecdotes And Undeniable Truths (1993)
Behold the man, a living example
In his likeness sacred profane Behold the man, what I have done? The path to hell is paved With least resistance But those less traveled by Shall make a world of difference Beating myself to a pulp Extracting from my skull All those things I've learned to live with All those things I've loved All these things are killing me A perpetual fall from grace But the hand that feeds Is the hand that beats me Fiercely in the face So I will build myself an effigy No longer mope in mediocre hell Behold the man, a living example Behold the man, what have I done? Behold the man in his likeness Sacred profane Behold the man, a living example Behold the man, what have I done? Behold the man in his likeness What have I done? Effigy Effigy Effigy Effigy Behold the man Behold the man The icons, betrayal, and guilt The icons, betrayal, and guilt The icons, betrayal, and filth The icon, what have I done? |
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from Clutch - Slow Hole to China: Rare and Unreleased (2005)
Under dogwood blooms
Miss widow on her loom Eating peaches & cream Observer hums a haunting melody You've got an easy breezy wind at your back Most of the time If you do not understand very few do So don't feel bad Easy breezy beautiful colored world I'm in love with you R-O-Y-G-B-I-V Your colors are a comedy Woman waiting for dawn After the deer are gone Dandelions holding dew As indigo brightens to blue You've got an easy breezy wind at your back Most of the time If you do not understand very few do So don't feel bad Easy breezy beautiful colored world I'm in love with you R-O-Y-G-B-I-V Your colors are a comedy |
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from Clutch - Transnational Speedway League: Anthems, Anecdotes And Undeniable Truths (1993)
Now all will be sanctified
And now all will be purified And now all will be rectified And now all will be rectified And now you will be purified So you writhe in the deep fry Squirm like the Earthworm In that mud called love That you justified That will be purified Whether you like it or not So you leap from the dung heap Squirm like the Earthworm In that mud called love That you justified That will be rectified Whether you like it or not |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
Drunk Girl
by Something Corporate I kissed a drunk girl I kissed a drunk girl yes I did Kissed a drunk girl on the lips I let my guard down How could I have been so dumb Her eyes were open I know I am not the one I know I am not the one I kissed a drunk girl Why do I do these things I do to myself I kissed a drunk girl And now I`m sure I could have been anybody else I went to her house Everybody there was gone Her little cousin was passed on the lawn We went to my car She mouthed Is everything ok she leaned in slowly So now I can say I kissed a drunk girl Why do I do these things I do to myself I kissed a drunk girl And now I`m sure I could have been anybody else anybody else I pulled away I didn`t think it would be right And said let`s save this for some other night And she said No, no, no, no I know that everthing`s gonne be just fine How could I do this when I wanted her to be all mine I kissed a drunk girl Why do I do these things I do to myself I kissed a drunk girl And now I`m sure I could have been anybody else anybody else I know you don`t care about me I`m sure when all is said and done And I go home feeling lonely You would have had your fun Do you even remember I kissed a drunk girl Why do I do these things I do to myself I kissed a drunk girl And now I`m sure I could have been anybody else anybody else |
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from Clutch - Clutch (1995)
Scientific progress
All too real Dialectic nonsense All unreal Dial in the sands Droid on the moon Lead into gold One cousin removed God names man Man names ape Flight of Icarus Down into flames Scientific progress A circle revealed Perfect as always As all ways are real Begin phase one again |
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from Clutch - Pure Rock Fury (2001)
If knee-deep in cat nip
At the old icebox I recommend you whistle And give the box three knocks Should you be so lucky To hear whisperin' It is an invitation For you to leap in May you go marching in three measure time Dressed up as asses, drunk to the nines Swing from the rafters Shouting those songs Gone unsung for far too long If boxing your shadow At the wall full of moss And antlers approach you Then I am at a loss May you go marching in three measure time Dressed up as asses, drunk to the nines Swing from the rafters Shouting those songs Gone unsung for far too long Drink to the dead all you still alive We shall join them in good time Should you go crossin' that silvery brook It's best to leap before you look Drink to the dead all you still alive We shall join them in good time Should you go crossin' that silvery brook It's best to leap before you look If surrounded by toadstools At the old green glen I'm afraid there is little That I can recommend Save all of your courage And sincere prayer And where you go-a treadin' Take the utmost care So let us Drink to the dead all you still alive We shall join them in good time Should you go crossin' that silvery brook It's best to leap before you look Drink to the dead all you still alive We shall join them in good time Should you go crossin' that silvery brook It's best to leap before you look |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Let's get drunk
You can drive us to the harbor Wish upon a star but Do you know what stars are? Balls of fire, burning up the black space Falling from the landscape Exploding in the face of God Let's get crazy, Talk about our big plans Places that you're going Places that I haven't been Build my walls up Concrete castle Keep this kingdom free of hassle, yeah Yeah Yeah But I hear sound echo in the emptiness All around, but you can't change this loneliness Look at what you've found, I'm falling down Taste the saline rolling down your cheekbone Tell me that you're alone, tell me on the telephone Feel your heart, it breaks within your chest now Try to get some rest now, sleep's not coming easy for a while, child Child, yeah But I hear sound echo in the emptiness All around, but you can't change this loneliness Look at what you've found, I'm falling down Down, down Down, down But I hear sound echo in the emptiness All around, but you can't change this loneliness Look at what you've found, I'm falling down Look at what you've found, I'm falling down Look at what you've found, I'm falling down |
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from Something Corporate - North (2003)
Let's get drunk, you can drive us to the harbor
Wish upon a star, but do you know what stars are? Balls of fire burning up the black space Falling from the landscape Exploding in the Face of God Let's get crazy, talk about our big plans Places that you're going, places that I haven't been Build my walls up, concrete castle Keep this kingdom free of hassles Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah But I hear sound echo in the emptiness all around What you can't change is loneliness Look at what you've found, I'm falling down Taste the saline rolling down your cheekbone Tell me that you're alone, tell me on the telephone Feel your heart, it breaks within your chest now Try to get some rest now Sleep's not coming easy for a while, child Child, yeah But I hear sound echo in the emptiness all around What you can't change is loneliness Look at what you've found, I'm falling down Down, down, down, down But I hear sound echo in the emptiness all around What you can't change is loneliness Look at what you've found, I'm falling down Look at what you've found, I'm falling down |
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from Clutch - Slow Hole to China: Rare and Unreleased (2005)
Well, my senses are sharpened
I'm half in the bag I got a Cheshire smile and A five cent rag. Day of the jackalope Abandon all ye faithful Abandon all ye hope Abandon all ye faithful It's the day of the jackalope Well, I heard about your problems With your old man Well, he's a non-issue As fast as I can Day of the jackalope Abandon all ye people Abandon all ye hope Abandon all ye people It's the day of the jackalope Well, the leaves blow in circles In my footsteps Like the mouth of a river I have no regrets Day of the jackalope Abandon all ye people Abandon all ye hope Abandon all ye people It's the day of the jackalope |
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from Clutch - The Elephant Riders (1998)
Old John Brown left Kansas before the blood had dried
And as he rode his head did shine like the sun in mid-July. In a tiny farm house by Brunswick piano He warmed his boots by the fireplace and read aloud from Samuel. David rose to beat the Philistines with five smooth stones and a sling. One October morning his army did approach The armory that sat between the Potomac and Shenandoah. The engine house flung open with report of several guns When it was done he looked upon the bodies of his dying sons. David rose to beat the Philistines, with five smooth stones and a sling. Throughout our history there are those ghosts Compelled to illustrate our dreams and hopes Victors hang in pictures, losers from ropes. Regardless they all swing in the same boat. Yeah....yeah, yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah In Southampton County 'round 1831 Nat Turner prayed and the cornstalks swayed A voice rose up and a text was raised. In the planter's steak house they went from room to room When it was done they rode along to liberate Jerusalem. David rose to beat the Philistines, with five smooth stones and a sling. Throughout our history there are those ghosts Compelled to illustrate our dreams and hopes Victors hang in pictures, losers from ropes. Regardless they all swing in the same boat. |
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from Something Corporate - Leaving Through The Window (2002)
At Cavanaugh Park
Where I used to sit all alone in the dark And dream about things that I cannot say you always said destiny'd blow me away and nothing's gonna blow me away At Cavanaugh Park Where you used to take me to play in the sand And said to me, ""Son, one day you'll be a man And men can do terrible things."" Yes they can And there was never any place For someone like me to be totally happy I'm runnin' out of clock and that ain't a shock Some things never do change Never do change At Cavanaugh Park We used to get high Watching teams as they fought They loved my friend Adam But he always got caught Man, that kid made fucking up look cool Aren't we all so cool now? no And there was never any place For someone like me to be totally happy I'm runnin' out of clock and that ain't a shock Some things never do change Never do change Never do change Never do change Never do change At Cavanaugh Park Where I used to think that my life would be good And I would do things that I thought that I should And no one's gonna tear me down And there was never any place For someone like me to be totally happy I'm runnin' out of clock and that ain't a shock Some things never do change And there was never any place For someone like me to be totally happy I'm runnin' out of clock and that ain't a shock Some things never do change Never do change Never do change Never do change |
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