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from Laika - Silver Apples Of The Moon (2005)
let me sleep I'm through now
I'll just close my eyes
I know I didn't do it
it's too late to explain
I'm tired - he's screaming
he knows where I've been
I was gonna say something
maybe
he says I taste like rubber
I can't change his mind
he thinks he's right
he thinks I'm lying
I've heard stories like this
but not about me
I'm tired - he's screaming
he knows where I've been
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from Laika - Sounds Of The Satellites (2004)
I'm not talking anymore
All the skins of the words
Fell off in my hands
If I told you and showed you
You'd laugh
I'm not trying anymore
All my good intentions
Fell out of my hands
If I told you and showed you
You'd laugh
You're always right when I'm lonely
I can fake it so long only
Lose track of days
Whiling away
I don't have strength to get away
Lose track of days
Whiling away
I don't have strength
To get away
I thought it
Would be so easy
That I didn't need to worry
I'm safe inside your hands
Why'd I listen why'd I fall for that
You're always right when I'm lonely
I can take it so long only
You're always right when I'm lonely
I can take it so long only
I'm not talking anymore
All the skins of the words
Fell of in my hands
If I told you and showed you
You'd laugh
I'll stay all night when I'm lonely
I can fake it so long only
You're always right when I'm lonely
I can take it so long only
Lose track of days
Whiling away
I don't have strength
To get away
Lose track of days
Whiling away
I don't have strength
To get away
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from Laika - Sounds Of The Satellites (2004)
It is night
And life moves
At a new pace
The air is still
The earth sleeps
We move with the grace
Of the moon sweeping
Through the clouds
It is night
And life moves
At a new pace
The air is still
The earth sleeps
We move with the grace
Of the moon sweeping
Through the clouds
One by one the stars
Break through
One by one the stars
Break through
One by one the stars
Break through
One by one the stars
Break through
One by one the stars
Break through
One by one the stars
Break through
One by one the stars
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from Laika - Sounds Of The Satellites (2004)
It's gonna
Swallow me whole
The ground'll open up
And in I'll fall
Down down down
Mama set me up with a fine young thing
And he was gonna buy me everything
But he grabbed the hook
And took out for deep water
And pretty soon that fish
He pulled me in
It's gonna
Follow me home
Somewhere in the shadows there's a place for me
In the cold cold ground
Trouble's right behind me
There's hard times ahead
The devil's got his hammer
He's poundin' on my bed
Lost most my money
I'm on my last hand
I'm knockin' at hell's door with no weapon and no plan
Feelin' kinda timid like an egg without a shell
But if I've been just bluffing
I ain't gonna tell
It's gonna
Swallow me whole
The ground'll open up
And in I'll fall
Papa set me up
With a sharp-eyed boy
And I was gonna have him
For my toy
But he stole my heart
And took out for deep water
And pretty soon that shark
He pulled me in
Sky's full of lightening
The wind's spitting sand
Sun burning oh so hot it gave the earth a tan
The fish have all stopped jumping
The bedbugs are asleep
I'll lay myself beside you and pray my soul to keep
I wish I had a needle
As fine as I could sew
I'd stitch my baby to my side and down the road we'd go
My shovel struck sorrow
And the tears came running down
My shovel struck sorrow
And the tears came running down
My shovel struck sorrow
And the tears came running down
My shovel struck sorrow
And the tears came running down
Little fishes in the brook
Papa catch them with a hook
Brother clean it like a man
Mama fry it in the pan
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from Laika - Sounds Of The Satellites (2004)
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from Laika - Sounds Of The Satellites (2004)
I'm a poor gal long way from home 'fore
I get to heaven got a way to roam
And when I get there gonna take off my shoes
Got nothin' now & nothin' to lose
All day long you heard me moan
You can tell my friends when I am gone
A dollar for some bacon a nickel for the lard
I'd like to buy some more but times are hard
You work me late, you work me soon
Sometimes you work me by the light of the moon
You work me late, you work me soon
Sometimes you work me by the light of the moon
Going to see my long haired babe
Got her a dress on the last pay day
Gonna treat her nice gonna treat her fine
Gonna take her home on the railroad line
Gonna treat her nice gonna treat her fine
Take her home on the railroad line
You work me late, you work me soon
Sometimes you work me by the light of the moon
You work me late, you work me soon
Sometimes you work me by the light of the moon
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from Laika - Sounds Of The Satellites (2004)
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from Laika - Sounds Of The Satellites (2004)
shut off and curl up
if it hurts push harder
shut off and curl up
if it hurts push harder
the best view from this window
still looks like hell
and the fists they fall like rain
I know it just a little too well
angel I've been beaten
angel I'm a whore
I'm just a little bit older
just a little less more and more
shut off and curl up
if it hurts push harder
shut off and curl up
if it hurts push harder
it's too long that I've stayed here
too long that I've tried
angel I'm so naked
I can't look you in the eye
oh angel I'm exhausted
I think I'm a lie
I don't know how I got here
I just can't figure out why
shut off and curl up
if it hurts push harder
shut off and curl up
if it hurts push harder
in twenty-five years I'm silver
and in fifty gold
angel I just can't imagine
what it's like to grow old
angel there's no time left
won't you give me strength
to meet you in a different life
to see you when this ends
shut off and curl up
if it hurts push harder
shut off and curl up
if it hurts push harder
the best view from this window
still looks like hell
and the fists they fall like rain
I know it just a little too well
angel I've been beaten
angel I'm a whore
I'm just a little bit older
just a little less more and more
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from Laika - Sounds Of The Satellites (2004)
there are things I can't explain
why a seashell loves the sand
why tornadoes love the plains
why my dreams have lost their wings
there are things I can't explain
why tornadoes love the plains
why the city quiets at dawn
why I couldn't stop my tears
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from Laika - Sounds Of The Satellites (2004)
i'm sitting here
alone
i'm pitching a tent like a camper's home
all i've got tonight, are dirty feet and giggles
and Rover, and this jar of Jif
and i grab a butter knife
to end my virginal strife
i've tried hard hard HARD
to get between you and him
but in the end of you, i begin
i take a deep breath that is dreamy
and smear on some extra creamy
and i call the canine over
to try out my new lollipop boner
when senor skippy is in town
all i think about
is my dog going down
and this is why i used vaginal cream
that time when i tried out for swim team
i had to shave my legs and my balls
but no knowledge of the bathroom, i did it in the hall
i shit myself at the family reunion
and that time i first received my holy communion
the moon is rising
and these extra two inches tonight are surprising
and i
and you
and ro-o-over too
can't believe
what your new crush just did to my shoe
there is feces all inside
and it's covering the fresh leather hide
do you remember what tonight is
the night Elvis dies while taking a piss
and it was on the television
and my sperm is now spraying like nuclear fission
and now i need Kleenex Cottonelle
cuase this sticky feeling is comparable with hell
and i'm sick of low fat lays
and they more i hate it, the more my gizz sprays
and now windex is required
for now my ejaculate has retired
to window overlooking the tree house
and i must clean it up as quiet as a mouse
but alas i make an utterance
it is my mom, a goddamn stutterance
she has caught me, red handed
tissue on dick
with that creamy Jif
all over my stick
and it's not even a maternal figure
it's you and you're dressed like a wigger
I hate fat Albert Jeans
can someone HOLLA for me if they know what I mean
Alas, i recover my .38
it is the only way to go out after you masturbate.
BA BLAM
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from Laika - Silver Apples Of The Moon (2005)
sugar daddy take me away
from this bad bad place
I'm sick and tired of trying
and I wanna fly away
I guess we got our wires crossed
he's thinking driftwood I think twigs
nothing nothing's gonna save us now
and I wanna fly away
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from Laika - Silver Apples Of The Moon (2005)
oh the moon is giving sunshine
sky's full of wine
big ol' bear prickly pear
I wanna live in your
fuzzy bits an' kissin' lips
curly hair and squeezy hips
places where I just fit in you
never had the luck to see god's hands
not even his fingernails
but if he has a voice it's just like yours
butter and honey and milk and water
milk and water
milk and water
moon is giving sunshine
sky's full of wine
clouds are pouring red
stars are pouring white
so much raining down on me I just lose my...
moon is giving sunshine
sky's full of wine
big ol' bear prickly pear
I wanna live in your...
night and day day and night
night and day day and night
moon is giving sunshine
sky's full of wine
big ol' bear prickly pear
I wanna live in your
flutter-bys and butterflies
that frame your big round eyes
an' make lightning strike twice inside
make lightning strike twice inside
so much light sky's so bright
so much light sky's so bright
clouds are pouring red
an' the stars are pouring white
clouds are pouring red
an' the stars are pouring white
lightning strike twice inside
night and day day and night
lightning strike twice inside
moon is giving sunshine
sky's full of wine
clouds are pouring red
stars are pouring white
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from Laika - Sounds Of The Satellites (2004)
I watch the lights on the ocean
I count the leaves on the trees
If it wasn't for your indecision
There'd be nothing between you and me
I catch your eye it's a showdown
Anticipate your every move
Purposely find contradiction
Escalate nothing to prove
Instants of calm fly by mocking
All poking fun at a smile
She pulls a face in the mirror
Lately it's just not our style
Losing control to stay under
Fighting and screaming down walls
Worry has made you a martyr
Washed up and left for the birds
I count the leaves on the trees
I watch the lights on the ocean
I count the leaves on the trees
I watch the lights on the ocean
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from Laika - Silver Apples Of The Moon (2005)
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from Laika - Silver Apples Of The Moon (2005)
them trashy types just outta milk teeth
keep bluffin' me with their big girly eyes
them trashy types them college girls
don't know squat 'bout guys like me
she don't do nothin' but flirt an' lie
she don't do nothin' but wink an' smile
too tight in the crotch too proud for
daddy's little girl too good for
who's that knocking who who's that knocking
he's coming down glass he's coming down glass
who's that knocking who who's that knocking
he's coming down glass he's coming down glass
play with a puppy an' he'll lick your mouth
mockingbirds makin' light of me
those pussywillows just break my heart
sweeter than syrup in pinching high heels
who's that knocking who who's that knocking
he's coming down glass he's coming down glass
who's that knocking who who's that knocking
he's coming down glass he's coming down glass
them trashy types just outta milk teeth
keep bluffin' me with their big girly eyes
them trashy types them college girls
don't know squat 'bout guys like me
who's that knocking who who's that knocking
he's coming down glass he's coming down glass
who's that knocking who who's that knocking
he's coming down glass he's coming down glass
I'm going down that long lonesome road
I'm going where cold winds blow
I'm going where I've got no name
I'm going down and have no shame
I'm going down and have no shame
I'm going down and have no shame
I'm going down and have no
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from Laika - Silver Apples Of The Moon (2005)
Jump at the sun
And if you miss
You can't help but grab some stars
[repeated]
Don't give me an answer
I'll wish I never asked
[repeated]
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from Laika - Silver Apples Of The Moon (2005)
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from Laika - Silver Apples Of The Moon (2005)
tell me where the blood red river runs
from my back door to the rising sun
on again away till dawn
never straight and way too long
I weighed the trees and hills on scales
the zig-zag lightning and killer whales
silver clouds reflected in deep
I don't measure up I don't measure up
red water's boiling the wind will blow it
halfway 'cross the ocean the wind will blow it
red water's boiling the wind will blow it
halfway 'cross the ocean the wind will blow it
I am a liar I rage on paper
a piece of string could only do better
been talking for years it's hard to remember
a piece of string could only do better
tell me where the blood red river runs
from my back door to the rising sun
on again away till dawn
never straight and way too long
way too long
way too long
way too long
red water's boiling the wind will blow it
red water's boiling the wind will blow it
red water's boiling the wind will blow it
red water's boiling the wind will blow
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from Laika - Silver Apples Of The Moon (2005)
menfolks just don't understand
sympathy for a wretch like me
I'm a handle to wind the tongue
just a bitch in heat
menfolks just can't even see
my fifty puppies and tits to my knees
stretch marks - hair like grease
just a bitch in heat
yeah I want it bad
so bad I'm howlin'
and all you dogs sniffin' butts outside
don't need it half as much as me...
dachshunds and st. bernards
going mad in my front yard
big and small - I'll have 'em all
just a bitch in heat
menfolks just can't conceive
I'm at the mercy of chemistry
every spring you get itchy feet
ain't nothin' compared to this heat
I'm honey in heat with nothin' to do
'cept wait around for mutts like you
I guess I'm just an easy lay
until they day they get me...
yeah I want it bad
so bad I'm howlin'
and all you dogs sniffin' butts outside
don't need it half as much as need it half as much as
yeah I want it bad
so bad I'm howlin'
and all you dogs swingin' cats outside
don't need it half as much as me
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from Laika - Silver Apples Of The Moon (2005)
sittin' in the corner
eye-in' little Jella
her head all clink-clank
scary box of knick-knacks
she's always in a scurry-scurry
shakin' with her worry-worry
kickin' up a sandstorm
runnin' up the slide-down
bee buzz buzzing
hummin' bird a hummin'
heart beatin' clip-clop
burstin' like a pea pod
sparky little milk pup
rippin' up the hearthrug
kickin' up a sandstorm
runnin' up the slide-down
kickin' up a sandstorm
runnin' up the slide-down
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