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You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard But you don't understand Just what you'll say When you get home Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You raise up your head And you ask, "Is this where it is?" And somebody points to you and says "It's his" And you say, "What's mine?" And somebody else says, "Where what is?" And you say, "Oh my God Am I here all alone?" Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You hand in your ticket And you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you When he hears you speak And says, "How does it feel To be such a freak?" And you say, "Impossible" As he hands you a bone Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You have many contacts Among the lumberjacks To get you facts When someone attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect Anyway they already expect you To just give a check To tax-deductible charity organizations You've been with the professors And they've all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooks You've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books You're very well read It's well known Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you And then he kneels He crosses himself And then he clicks his high heels And without further notice He asks you how it feels And he says, "Here is your throat back Thanks for the loan" Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Now you see this one-eyed midget Shouting the word "NOW" And you say, "For what reason?" And he says, "How?" And you say, "What does this mean?" And he screams back, "You're a cow Give me some milk Or else go home" Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, you walk into the room Like a camel and then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket And your nose on the ground There ought to be a law Against you comin' around You should be made To wear earphones Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? |
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I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well, I wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rain A head full of ideas are driving me insane It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more Well, he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime He asks you with a grin if you are having a good time Then he fines you every time you slam the door I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more Well, he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks The National Guard stands around his door I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more Well, she talks to all the servants about man and God and law Everybody says she's the brains behind pa She's thirty-two, but she says she's twenty-four I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well, I try my best to be just like I am But everybody wants you to be just like them They say, "Sing," while you slave and I just get bored I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Face The Truth (2006)
With a thousand tiny terrors
No more weekend shares Make it get away Baby come on If you give it to me timmy I'm out here on a limb-y I don't need hideaways Baby come on well, half-way through my life I flipped on internal bitch so Tell it to me straight Baby come on And i know that the shapes are great So i won't hesitate To leave it at the door Baby come on I see you're under my diamond I see you driving the winter shell So you say that you're too old to yell But too young for hell It's not far away Baby come on If a life of tears cuts you down You can sit around I won't make you stay Baby, come on I see your lovely traffic pose I see you're trailing what you're good for Baby come on Baby come on Baby come on Baby come on, let me come Baby come on Baby come on Baby come on |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Face The Truth (2006)
We meet again
Riding our divisible bodies Feel no shame Luck is love is on If you need the pain Well you are, yes you are so much like me Seasons change--nothing lasts for long Except the earth and the mountains So learn to sing along and languish here Help me languish here It was long ago That all of your willing dimensions Lost the flow And vanished in vaneer But iI want to know If you are, yes you are so much like me Steel restraints Zodiac ballet, everybody play There's no more counting days, you languish here Help me languish here You said, "done is good," But done well is so much fucking better Share the wealth And cauterize the tears If you want to know Well you are, yes you are so much like me Freeze the saints Such a subtle read, exquisite pedigree Just let yourself be and languish here Help me languish here |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Face The Truth (2006)
Rationalized confusion, memento morial
You're turning ugly into ease, you're naked in a towel Well pride's a swollen subset It will never never never pipe down At the yoga olympics, murdered by a single kick You tower over everything the rest are dog tits The cemetery headstone is a rock in the rain, the rain Is pain I've hardly been Cannot get in Unlike the sky: Wide and never lost The fallacy of selflessness, the friendship etiquette Normal is weirder than you would care to admit Fatigued by socialized You're tired and tender I went to see a "go to gigs a lone type of band" They elucidate something that all alone understand The shab ability to locate quagmire hearts on the map It's a trap! I've hardly been Cannot get in Unlike the sky: Wide and never lost |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Face The Truth (2006)
What you gonna do?
I don't know, my friend But I'm open to suggestion if you'll proffer two cents Give me something I can hang my coat on, yeah! Nine times out of ten I'm not the guidance type I've been sitting on a fencepost for the brunt of my life And now I need some help to find out what I feel, it kills It kills the time Until you fill your heart, you'll see There's more to you than what you think and need Where you gonna go? I don't know, my friend But I'll take this road forever or until it does end Here or there or someplace else, man, anywhere! Maybe to the west Where they don't fall down In a canyon of a valley in a twenty-horse town A voluntary rest home where they lecture you, it kills It kills the time Until you fill your heart, you'll see there's more to you than what you think and need We can share our bland opinions About the quality of air and all will be right All will be right on top There's a place in old dominion Near that courthouse by the square Where all will be right All will be right on top of the day |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Face The Truth (2006)
In shocking white
Too light for light More like heaven Angel food rot Came from the earth Inside the earth Jag of hurt time Head revolving Kindling for the master I was shot for meat Left alone with a crow Got into watercolors and you never saw me again But I plan to return And with verbs I'll attack I'll trip, I'll maim, I'll leave you with no skin on your back Kindling for the master Everybody's got a heart to sink I'm the leech who can preach They call me sinister joe I got the sweltering heat Of summer Ohio If I'm little erratic, You must give me some space To let me spin it and out and Up and through your face You must learn, or you will burn |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Face The Truth (2006)
From eternal grey
Fantastic times await So let them rake in All they wrought No one can get at you If you're caught on a wave Fractured knees, calamaties Enfold me in serenity And loud cloud crowds Are taking over Front and center, we all sit In stadia of our own devising Don't let reputation pre-decieve you It is one on none Inside this fieldhouse For the brain Fractured knees, calamaties Enfold me in serenity And loud cloud crowds Are taking over The loud cloud crowds Go up and over The loud cloud crowds Go up and over |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Face The Truth (2006)
So long
Good bye to the nervous apprehension I certainly won't miss ya My heart is unable to stay so unstable no more Go now Leave this place and if you do not know how You'll learn along the way The road to rejection is better than no road at all If I see your negative shadow I will lead it from the room A media-sized headache is not enough to break it If you've already assumed the malediction Certain Kinds of people that we like to know, yeah And others gotta go If you wait 'til you're ready, then you'll never make an amends |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Face The Truth (2006)
Mama's in the kitchen with onions
Daddy's in the back with ol' Hank Thinking 'bout the lasers and bunions Talking disability ranks No, we didn't have too much money Just enough to make the dead ends meet Me, I'm on the back of my hobby horse Far away in some desert town Miles from a civilization Miles from a fortified town Down in that basement it's sunny We cannot stay down there for too long Back then, it all seemed so funny Toys were toys and boys were boys The simple nights and easy joys, all right Come out for another day Upstairs mama's making some crepes, yeah From a fancy recipe book To me they just look like tortillas Boy, that mama can cook Soon, she will be calling for grub, yeah I can't wait for such a sight this long Back then, it all seemed so funny Toys were toys and boys were boys The easy nights and simple joys, all right Come out for another day |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Face The Truth (2006)
Came from the top of the deck
Warm and direct No more shoes No more news No more blues Iranian gown on your frame Born to the game No more shoes No more news No more blues--getcha back! All my stray thoughts They are unarranged All my stray thoughts They are impure Give me sidearm compliments Give an autopsy of the event Such uneven principles Time and time and time again Spare me your contrarian thaw Beautiful nerves, send you wild Lost in a pile Of old shoes Of old news Of old blues A gallery of vivid dreams Torn and extreme No more shoes No more news No more shoes No more blues No more, no more, no more, no more No more more more more blues I was made for lovin' you, baby I want my alka-seltzer! |
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Revelation artistry
So fed up with hypocrisy There isn't a label large enough to fit your bill Act like you deserve to win Trade up for a thicker skin For scraps of acceptance from coked-up quasi-urbane kids I'm really, really, really, Really proud of what you did Post-paint boy, with your art You're penny rich and dollar dumb In a style that they call So non-European You're the maker of modern Minor masterpieces for the untrained eye You're the maker of modern Minor masterpieces for the untrained eye--yep! Belarus Biennial You surely surely made them wow Minds were blown and bombs were thrown--oh no!! Seventeen anteaters Sequestered in a room With the sisters of mothers of famous gluttons I don't know You really, really, really, Really, really, really showed Who can blame you for becoming Penny smart and dollar dumb In a world that has become So American You're the maker of modern Minor masterpieces for the untrained eye You're the maker of modern Minor masterpieces for the untrained eye You're the maker of modern Minor masterpieces for the untrained eye You're the maker of modern Minor masterpieces for the untrained eye--yep! |
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Jennifer dates a man in a '60s cover band
He's the Ess-Dog, Sean if you wish She's 18, he's 31 She's a rich girl, he's a son of a Coca-Cola middle man Kiss when they listen to "Brothers in Arms" And if there's something wrong with this They don't see the harm In joining their forces and singing along See those rings on her toes Check that frisbee and his Volvo It's a Volvo with ancient plates They've got a dog, she named Trey A retriever with a frayed bandana 'round his neck Trey has a window into their relationship The baby-talk voices and the post-nasal trip But it all seems to function At least in the dog's mind Let me out of here Let me out of here You got to let me out of here You got to let me out of here Let me out of her, out of here, out of here Jennifer left for school up in Boulder And that Ess-Dog came to visit when he could But the strain was too much They could not make up for distance And the distance between their years Neither one listens to "Brothers in Arms" And the Ess-Dog waits tables and he sold his guitar Jenny pledged Kappa and she started Pre-Law And off came those awful toe rings Off came those awful toe rings |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Discretion Grove (2002)
Hate recreated
A revelation A-listen to me I'll tell you I'm about to run And the ceiling's are undone Specialized victories For overage whores I felt up your feelings And they left me no more time To see what I want to find (Believe) let it go (And leave) The shots in closing (Believe) Discretion grove For it's time to go there Yeah, there's time, there's time, there's time To go there A Celt alcoholic Feeling past blue I'm tryin to get up From sending all my selves to you And in times I tilted you Major Alfonso Mined up the gold The ceremonial dead trees Told him all that he could do And it's all we do to run, run, run, run (Believe) let it go (And leave) The shots in closing (Believe) Discretion grove For it's time to go there You're never gonna run aground until the sun is down You are gonna hear the sound of a crazy ship On an insane raid Discretion wind, let it go You're never gonna run aground until the sun is down You are gonna hear the sound of a crazy ship On an insane raid Just crash our wind on a manic bay Distract the wind on a manic bay Scratch the wind on a manic Bay |
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Everybody's goin out tonight
And everybody's hangin out tonight It's alright Listen to them Show when they learn how to lie You can sing along with them if you try Holdin the spoken world up I need it. I need it. I need it. She's got a neck like a Saturday paper You read it fast before the Sunday mass Take it back it's nothing It's nothing like it talks Don't listen to me baby if you wanna survive You did it you did you did it wrong. Collapse It's evident to me Tonight All the friends are strangers. I'd like to take my story To some place the don't know me Creatures come out of the bars Talk is small but you talk to Paul Sold sex on Bird Cage walk Boys are drinking and on the docks Union man. I'm your friend I need you when you listen to me Weigh sand Buy Sand glass track Closing off close off close off OPEC dreams stock market close on the rock And roll scale Stereo No more partridge family dreams to the home land Divorce countries |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Bring on the clouds
Why you why you why you why you why you why you wait? Head for your daughter, head for your daughter See what you bring Head on the cloud Why you why you why you why you wait Head for your daughter head for your daugh- your mum Said one rosey lain on your neck So patiently wait... Yeah! Before you go You gotta hand! OOOOH ?? It takes one child lain hold her time for me Easy-easy-easy-e GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! C'mon! GO! Here it comes There's a mount' And if you look around You better shout You guys are looking down On the ground When I ?? ?? Down Later Later Later Later I got the DC And I love candy pumpkins I know DC And all the black shit buckets And the capital And the capital sucks Like a captial should Everyone and every tan Don't mention brussels Don't mention antwerp Don't mention bruges Don't mention black orange, black orange, etc. Orange black, ornage black Is the man Are the men Orange black ... |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Darlin' don't you go and cut your hair
Do you think it's gonna make him change? I'm just a boy with a new haircut And that's a pretty nice haircut Charge it like a puzzle, hitmen wearing muzzles Hesitate, you die Look around, around, the second drummer drowned His telephone is found Music scene's crazy Bands start up each and every day I saw another one just the other day A special new band I remember lying, I don't remember a line I don't remember a word but I don't care I care, I really don't care Did you see the drummer's hair? Advertising looks and chops a must No big hair! Songs mean a lot when songs are bought And so are you Bitch right down to the practice room Attention and fame, a career Career, career, career |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Well you greet the tokens and stamps
Underneath the fake oil-burning lamps In the city we forgot to name The concourse is a four-wheeled shame And the courthouse's double-breast I'd like to check out your public protests Why you're complaining, ta Those who sleep with electric guitars Range roving with the cinema stars And I wouldn't want to shake their hands 'Cause they're in such a high-protein land Because there's forty different shades of black So many fortresses and ways to attack So why you complaining, ta? |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Hey lady, what do you need?
Do you think you'd like to come and bleed with me? I'd like to invite you to a taste of my chalice It's a special one, it's made of gold Passed out on your couch You left me there, thank you Let me sleep it off I need to sleep it off I need to sleep Why don't you let me? I need to sleep Why don't you? I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep, why won't you let me? I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep, why won't you, why won't you let me sleep? The jam kids on their vespas and the glum looks on their faces The street is full of punks, they got spikes See those rockers with their long, curly locks, goodnight to the rock and roll era 'Cause they don't need you anymore, little girl, boy, girl, boy Their composures are so distracted, Jasper's skinny arms And the dance faction, a little too loose for me Every night it's straight and narrow, laws are broken, amusing era Round and round and round she goes Pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs When they pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs Their throats are filled with |
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child, don't you know
i don't want to let you go child, don't you know that i don't wanna let you (x11) styles come and go but i'm not going to let you go styles, they come and go but i'm not gonna let you (x11) |
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Go back to those gold soundz and keep my anthem to yourself
Because it's nothing I don't like, is it a crisis or a boring change? When it's central, so essential, it has a nice ring when you laugh At the lowlife opinions, and they're coming to the chorus now I keep my address to yourself 'Cause we need secrets We need secret cret cret cret crets Back right now Because I never wanna make you feel that you're social Never ignored soul, believe in what you wanna do And do you think that it's a major flaw when they rise up in the falling rain And if you stay around with your knuckles ground down, the trial's over, weapon's found Keep my address to myself Because it's secret 'Cause it's secret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret cret Back right now So drunk in the August sun and you're the kind of girl I like Because you're empty and I'm empty and you can never quarantine the past Did you remember in December that I won't need you when I'm gone? And if I go there, I won't stay there because I'm sitting here too long I've been sitting here too long And I've been wasted Advocating that word for the last word Last words come up, all you've got to waste |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Doctors leaving for the holiday season
Got crystal ice picks, no gift for the gab And in the parking lot is the sedan he bought He never, he never complains when it's hot He phoned the fallen daughter In the sauna playing contract bridge They're soaking up the fun or doing blotters, I don't know which Which, which boys are dying on these streets I know the medical world could knock you out To sell the coins that you jayed last Thursday Dine by candle light and hold your savings tight You never, you never know when the bridge falls apart We spoke of latent causes, sterile gauzes And the bedside morale We traipse around the table talking sentences so incomplete Please, plea, boys are dying on these streets |
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Run, run to the east confession trash
We don?t need your thrills or your call-book cash Let just, nature?s got plans to keep you up there Swamps, fiddles that whine, about the Mayor Our caves are divine, they?ve got conditioned air Fan-tail, backwash factory, rooms will stay up here Hands off of the bayou (Get some bombs) Heels, stay in your state, it's a new south trap What, what is the bait? Ya silly aqua-cat War, college exam, you know I learned a lot About the fiction you tossed and the father's fat and lost Your fail less father lost, your chivalry is lost Your chivalry in shame Hands off of the bayou (Get some bombs) |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
I got a leaf
And a spleef Light that spleef God bless that spleef in my mouth Or should I say ja baby Spin Doctors are crazy Take it Butch I got a life complete with my love I got a wife, she fits in my leather gloves I got a knife and I keep it above my heart for you Rock on It always sets me down The way you tremble when you're down And all the lies you tell Come back to haunt you baby Back to haunt you down Come back to haunt you baby Haunt you down All right Look Out I've been to Christmas in France I don't wanna have no pants I've had Christmas in France Where they don't wear any pants I've had Christmas in Detroit How do you think that feels? I've been married in Cincinnati too Hold Off All you need your fill is waiting for your man to come home All your deets undecided boxes Are coming out I'm coming out I'm hungry for you I can smell you on my hands And it smells really good Oh yeah Hold me down and love me Hold me down and love me Keep that knife above me I'll teach you how to look my age If you wanna look old I'll teach you how to look my age If you wanna look old I'll teach you how to look my age I'll teach you how to act like over age, over age |
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heaven is a truck
it got stuck on the breeze asked the driver nicely, i need a lift? i need release. the sand in the boats, on the rose-covered floats she is the queen of a canceled Pasadena thrill (california) i know arks can't fly i know the sharks, they don't have wings but lady you need some cold advice about a few things loosen my dress tie me up just like all the rest she is the queen of a canceled Pasadena, thrill (california) [repeats] [although they may say 'castle' a time or two] |
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heaven is a truck
it got stuck on the breeze asked the driver nicely, i need a lift? i need release. the sand in the boats, on the rose-covered floats she is the queen of a canceled Pasadena thrill (california) i know arks can't fly i know the sharks, they don't have wings but lady you need some cold advice about a few things loosen my dress tie me up just like all the rest she is the queen of a canceled Pasadena, thrill (california) [repeats] [although they may say 'castle' a time or two] |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
I'm up on a hill top where I
Keep you in sight, my little toys I buried you because the sun Will melt them Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Taking over Taking over your life I'm taking over your scene Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya I would hope see the face I would hope you see her face Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Hit the plane down (taking over) There's no survivors There's no survivors Don't even snow (we're not that disturbed) Don't even snow Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Hit the plane down (taking over) There's no survivors There's no survivors Taking over your life Taking over your life I'm taking over the scene I'm taking everything All I wanted it all My little trick I wouldn't mind just a milligram up my sleeve I've got you up my sleeve I've Got you up my sleeve I've got you up my sleeve Hit the plane down Hit the plane down Hit the plane down There's no survivors Taking over your life Taking over your life I'm taking over the scene I'm taking everything I'm taking everything I've got to melt it X 10 Hit the plane down Hit the plane down there's no survivors There is no survivors |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
hold on tight she wears the seek
it's got more stars than the sky it's still forbidden to excuse that little look in your eye i was busted in my gut that time that time i said "i know it's true" why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i? i can't believe she's married to roe i would have turned down the light but she always marked my fear doesn't make it alright i wanted to stay there but you know i needed more than that why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask? |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Call, response. Syncopate the prose
Fuck the highs because I live for the lows Four by four, with activated riff It's good in my car, so it must be a hit I know where the heart is(x2) Giant drinks and waitress indisposed Ski that jump on the tip of her nose Forget it Songs are written but never with a pen The words will follow but you never know when I know where the start is(x2) BADADA |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Lane driver, the forces against you, the rain
I know everybody wants to put you down But I know everybody's gonna put me down I want you Because I'm rushing to feel you But I won't set you down, I don't need to Because I'm rushing to feel you But I won't set you down, I don't need to Fly fly fly fly fly fly fly Don't try try try try try It's a brand new era, it feels great It's a brand new era but it came too late She won't let you know that I need a right to touch her She won't let you wait for me, for me to touch you Crowds of the people and voices and steeples and wedding rings Wild are the horses and break-up divorces and separate rooms from My my my my my my my I love your tinted eyes So bad, so bad, so so bad so so bad She won't let me break you out When the picture's cut it free Three of us is enough, it's the simple stuff I need Can't you see the stuff I need? Can't you see? Can't you stuff me? Stuff me |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
one trial down in Spanos County
ladies always turn up to watch them fall and the hands they bind you they bind you like you want to be broken but the land is comin', babe it's coming up golden gold and silver streaks when you hit them you can't buy sand in the gross land don't say what to make 'em feel they got take it off my wrists Jacob you move up my wrists Jacob you move..when you move you don't move! you don't moooove!! alright i want a cigarette all those trials and things they try to do while wondering over why we're insane damn land ho(?), won't you? |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Well, you mesmerize me
Stop criticizing me You know, I'm solo that way And I'm heading for the Cape I'm on a raft, can't turn back Stimulate the open chords I'm on a raft, can't turn back (Louder!) You're an ocean of honey Painfully funny, yeah And the tears that you grow Are coming up early I'm on a raft, can't turn back And you stimulate the open chords Rats, in the bath, of the shaft... ((indistinct)) You're a Nestea splash Sunkist two-thousand class All the towelers of thongs And a heavy, line, oh... Down the golden groves All around this funky place Damn, damn, damn All the forty-niners... |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
After the glow, the scene, the stage
The sad talk becomes slow but there's one thing I'll never forget Hey, you gotta pay your dues Before you pay the rent Over the turnstiles and out in the traffic There's ways of living, it's the way I'm living, right or wrong It's all that I can do And I wouldn't want to let you be I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down Run from the pigs, the fuzz, the cops, the heat Pass me your gloves, this crime it is never complete Until you snort it up or shoot it down You're never going to feel free Out on my skateboard the night is just humming And the gum smacks are the pulse I'll follow if my walkman fades Well, I got absolutely no one No one but myself to blame Don't worry, we're in no hurry School's out, what did you expect? I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down Out on tour with the Smashing Pumpkins Nature kids, I- they don't have no function I don't understand what they mean And I could really give a fuck Stone Temple Pilots, they're elegant bachelors They're foxy to me, are they foxy to you? I will agree they deserve absolutely nothing Nothing more than me Dreaming, dream, dream, dream, dream |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
After the glow, the scene, the stage
The sad talk becomes slow but there's one thing I'll never forget Hey, you gotta pay your dues Before you pay the rent Over the turnstiles and out in the traffic There's ways of living, it's the way I'm living, right or wrong It's all that I can do And I wouldn't want to let you be I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down Run from the pigs, the fuzz, the cops, the heat Pass me your gloves, this crime it is never complete Until you snort it up or shoot it down You're never going to feel free Out on my skateboard the night is just humming And the gum smacks are the pulse I'll follow if my walkman fades Well, I got absolutely no one No one but myself to blame Don't worry, we're in no hurry School's out, what did you expect? I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down I want a range life If I could settle down If I could settle down Then I would settle down Out on tour with the Smashing Pumpkins Nature kids, I- they don't have no function I don't understand what they mean And I could really give a fuck Stone Temple Pilots, they're elegant bachelors They're foxy to me, are they foxy to you? I will agree they deserve absolutely nothing Nothing more than me Dreaming, dream, dream, dream, dream |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Plugs without a socket
There?s no moon without a rocket Holes if you could lock it I wouldn?t let you if you wanted to Court or you?re bad, bad when you?re good Close ?em off and let him go home I never want to leave ya But I won't want to grieve ya When ya money come around I?ll be home No one gets to laugh at you I know a bike with a plate a special plate forgetting me Your home is not my home and your bone is not mine No more things that I could want and delay [unverified] Let?s smoke some butts, Steve Let?s smoke some butts, come on Let?s smoke some butts, come on I?m hoping for somebody, somebody who will love me And I?m not sure that that?s very hard to find 'Cause I never really looked, I never really took A second glance at something you said I?m leaving on my fly you know You know, no way I do Oh, leaving don?t you know Come on, come on, come on [Unverified] Buy me a postcard, put it in the mail Buy me a boat and we?ll set sail Buy me a ship it?s just the same Same way of saying the same thing Oh, no one gets to lie When it gets down too close to the Never mind, forget what I said It meant nothing to you or me, you or me I met a man, a man who taught me something Something about tying knots on a girl?s forehead I never learned ?cause I never had eight children And I never wanted them But now, now I?m getting older Maybe I?d like to fuck a woman and make one But I don?t know if I should Because I don?t have a real steady job Because I don?t have a real special, ooh |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Silent kid, no one to remind you
You've got no hip, no reels to remind you Silent kid, don't take your pawnshop home on the road, goddamn you Silent kid, don't lose your graceful tone This is the city life This is the city life Oh come on, let's talk about leaving Come on now, talk about your family Your sister's cursed, your father's all but damned you Silent kid, don't listen to your grandmother's advice about Ezra Silent kid, don't listen to them Hand me the drumstick, snare kick, blues call upon I knew myself in Into the spotlight, ecstasy feels so warm inside Until five hours later, I'm chewing Screwing myself with my hand |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
In a bucket top of the hill
Overlooking out of time thrills You think you need some inspiration And I wouldn?t wanna ask because I don?t mind If it don?t rhyme Are a trespasser Kiss me when I cross the tracks, baby And I?ll be watching you babe I?ll be watching you, I?ll be whining too Just a soiled little filly can't raise the roof Keep your heart open under your glass It was given my a maker that dirty, dirty taker And ya don?t mind because he don?t mind saying ?I feel like a lap dog You pet me when I beg Why do beggarsisis They never kneel?? I?ll be watching for you, too I?ll be watching for you, too I?ll be watching for you, too I?ll be watching you Who |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Blind date with a chancer, we had oysters and dry lancers
And the check when it arrived, we went dutch, dutch, dutch Dutch a redder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash And this emory board is giving me a rash I'm flat out You're so beautiful to look at when you cry Freeze, don't move You've been chosen as an extra in the movie adaptation Of the sequel to your life A shady lane Everybody wants one A shady lane Everybody needs one Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God Oh my God, oh his God, oh her God, oh your God It's everybody's God, it's everybody's God It's everybody's God, it's everybody's God The worlds collide And all that I want is a shady lane Glance don't stare Soon you're being told to recognize your heirs No not me I'm an island of such great complexity Distress surrounds The muddy peaceful center of this town Tell me off In the hotel lobby right in front of all the bellboys And the over friendly concierge A shady lane Everybody wants one A shady lane Everybody needs one Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God Oh my God, oh his God, oh her God, oh your God It's everybody's God, it's everybody's God It's everybody's God, it's everybody's God The worlds collide But all that I want is a shady lane |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Got struck by the first volley
Of the war in the corps Never held my service Send em a wire, give em my best This ammunition never rests No one serves coffee, no one wakes up Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard: Dad they broke me. Dad they broke me. [repeat] I can see the lines open shutters And the leaves flocked on a grid That's what they made my hero say But nothing gets me off so completely But when you put it down Ten feet down in the ground Call and response in the negative home Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard: Dad they broke me. Dad they broke me. [repeat] |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Got struck by the first volley
Of the war in the courts Never held my serve Send'em a wire, give'em my best This ammunition never rests No one serves coffee, no one wakes up Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard Dad, they broke me Dad, they broke me Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard Dad, they broke me Dad, they broke me I can see the lines open shutters And the leaves flocked on a grid That's what they made my hero say Nothing gets me off so completely Then when you put it down, ten feet down in the ground Call it response (to a) negative home Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard Dad, they broke me Dad, they broke me Stop breathin' Stop breathin' Breathin' for me now Write it on a postcard Dad, they broke me |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Don't be a toy on the back of a magazine, don't, don't be a toy, on the back of a magazine, theres a caricature no one reads
I know you've got a lot of special things to do with me i'm through, i know, it's alright, sing along. Practice everything you preach you nun, I got none today, expecting none tomorrow, and tomorrow after that release the strings of nashville, and watch the songs expire. And silence is danger, but its not required here, so why you scared? I know, you got alot of special things to do, with me i'm through, i know, its alright. Sing a song, get you through the night. |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Down in Santa Rosa and over the bay
Across the grapevine to LA We've got desert, we've got trees We've got the hills of Beverly Let's burn the hills of Beverly! Walk with your credit card in the air Swing it nine times like you just don't care This is the slow, sick, sucking part of me This is the slow, sick, sucking part of me And when I suck in kisses, it's ours Up to the top of the Shasta Gulch To the bottom of the Tahoe Lake Man-made deltas and concrete rivers The south takes what the north delivers You film hack, I don't use your pay Lost in the foothills of my pride Trocadero, say goodnight To the last psychadelic band From Sacto, Northern Cal From Sacto, Northern Cal Take it neighbor, 'cause you're my neighbor And I need favors, you're my neighbor You've done me favors 'cause I'm your neighbor I'm not your neighbor, you Bakersfield trash |
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from Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain : L.A's Desert Origins (2002)
Some bands i like to name check
And one of them is R.E.M. Classic songs with a long history Southern boys just like you and me R.E.M! Flashback - it's nineteen eighty threee Chronic town was their first EP Later on came Reckoning Finster's art, and titles to match South Central Rain Don't Go Back to Rockville, Harbourcoat Pretty Persuasion, you were born to be a camera Time After Time was my least favorite song Time After Time was my least favorite song The singer, he had long hair And the drummer, he knew restraint And the bassman, he had all the right moves And the guitar player was no saint So lets go way back To the ancient times When there were no fifty states And on a hill, there stands sherman Sherman and his mates They're marchin thru georgia Marchin thru georgia They're marchin thru georgia G g g g georgia They're marchin thru georgia We're marchin thru georgia Marchin thru georgia G g g g georgia And there stands R.E.M. |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Stephen Malkmus (2001)
Who is not what he says
And you know when you're dry, what you're thinkin Trout in the brook, you're about to get hooked To a greedy false un-Catholic knave The Black Book you took Was permanent-ally diversified Cousin why, cousin why, cousin why (2x) I took the locomotive to Kreutzberg Passed through the scenery And passengers got on that train too And they really surprised me when they said: " The Black Book you took Was permanent-ally diversified Cousin why, cousin why, cousin why" (2x) I've got some friends But I got some enemies too And yes I got some people in between People just like you The Black Book you took Was permanent-ally diversified Cousin why, cousin why, cousin why The Black Book you took Was permanent-ally diversified (2x) |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Stephen Malkmus (2001)
Bleed the pot
When you're hot you're hot And when enough is enough Do the fakers drop out? Promise me You will always be Too awake to be famous Too wired to be safe But all you really wanted Was everything Plus everything And the truth I only poured you Half a line Carry on It's a marathon Take me off the list I don't want to be missed Carrion Its what we all become From small minds and tall trees Away from the action But all you ever wanted Was everything And everything Plus the truth I only poured you Half alive Half alive I only poured you half a lie |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Stephen Malkmus (2001)
[Deado]
Feel the work Of the tooth-impacting jerks, Seem to measure you for size, They got metal in their eyes [oh yeah] We're chasin' performance and several moods We're chasin' performance and several moods Times where easy wages fat, Stumble on inflated stats Jan, you took me far into a long line. Divine divine divine divine Jen, you took me far into a long line. I can't employ employ the tactics, Already rented them out to my friend Snake/Schnake The equinox tail- chaser -- super frail Smoking in the fog, Set a trap in the mirage, Well we'll never see the rights That won't see the libel They'll file the fine, Jen, you took me far into a long line. Divine divine divine divine Jen, you took me far into a long line. Divine divine divine divine |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Stephen Malkmus (2001)
Hate recreated
A revelation Uh listen to me I'll tell you I'm about to run The ceiling's are undone Specialized victories For overage whores I felt up your feelings And they left me no more time To see what I want to find Believe-- let it go And leave--The shots in closing Believe--Discretion grove For it's time To go there Yea there's time, there's time, there's time To go there Celt alcoholic Feeling past blue I'm tryin to get up From sending all my selves to you And in times I tilted truth Major Alfonso Mind up the gold THe ceremonial dead trees Told him all that he could do And it's all we do to run, run, run, You're never gonna run aground until the sun is down You are gonna hear the sound of a crazy ship On an insane raid Just crash our wind on a manic bay Distract the wind on a manic bay Scratch the wind on a manic Bay |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Stephen Malkmus (2001)
Jennifer dates a man in a 60s cover band
He's the Ess-dog, or Sean if you wish She's 18, he's 31 She's a rich girl, he's the son Of a Coca-Cola middle man Kiss when they listen To "Brothers In Arms" And if there's something wrong with this They don't see the harm In joining their forces and singing along See those rings on her toes Check that frisbee in his Volvo It's a Volvo with ancient plates They've got a dog she named Trey A retriever with a frayed bandana around his neck Trey has a window into their relationship The baby talk voices And the post class-a nasal drip But it all seems to function At least in her dog's mind Let me out of here Let me out of here You got to let me out of here You got to let me out of here Let me out of here Out of here Out of here, out of here Let me out of here ill hit the ground running Jennifer left for school up in Boulder And the Ess-dog came to visit when he could But the strain was too much They could not make up for distance And the distance between their years Neither one listens To "Brothers In Arms" The Ess-dog waits tables And he sold his guitar Jenny pledged Kappa and she started pre-law And off came those awful toe rings Off came those awful toe rings |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Stephen Malkmus (2001)
I'm not what you think I am
I'm the king of Siam I've got a bald head My name is Yul Brynner And I am a famous movie star Perhaps you saw me in Westworld I acted like a robotic cowboy It was my best role I can not deny I Felt right home deep inside That electronic carcass You're such monumental slime Let the punishment fit the crime Tie it to a chair The house music will blare And turn your ears into A medicinal jelly Stay inside on Christmas Day And make believe that you are my candy cane You said, "I'm not that type, No I'm not sweet, and I'm not overripe Bob Dylan sang in "Its alright mama im only bleeding", Everything from toy guns that spark to flesh colored Christs that glow in the dark Its easy to see we got in too far and not much is really sacred. |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Stephen Malkmus (2001)
Wake up early in (Karakatu), Alaska
We put our masks on to welcome the dawn Call the huskies and collide into their fur Fragrant in the overcast Don't be a bitter man It could be worse, A slave in Belarus or a mat in Japan Its cold as shit, always that way Sometimes it gets to 99 below Ah ah ah ah Ah ah (Whoa wha-oh) I got some lovely phantasies (Whoa wha-oh) I got some lovely phantasies And you got some lovely phantasies Tear off the top, let your memory pop Its running, running running, running away After hours of fishin' through holes In the ice we drilled You told me that you had a plan "Lets emigrate south to Sarasota Where the marlin fishing never lets up Until you want it to end" (White men go, white men go) White men go to pieces in the tropics I bet that is a topic You'd rather not broach Later on I'm gonna turn the heat to 10 I'll thaw your foolish dreams away |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Stephen Malkmus (2001)
There once was an empire chase
Known as a great, great game And one of its rooks came from Stoke-on-Trent And Mortimer was his name An impotent tea-bag spazz Pride of the vicar caste Sent off to Asia Expansion land Determined to be a man Determined to be a man Determined to be a man Determined to be a man Determined to be a man He loved a nice sag aloo The long, lazy afternoons But soon he was singing A different tune It went something just like this A billion flies on a horse's tail The spirit of a late, lame raj Punjabi's finest, bring me your wine list As the news comes across the air today: "Tension grows in Afghanistan Carbine bullets could settle the score"-- I had a crap gin tonic it wounded me Send my way off on one Send my way off on one, two, three, four |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Stephen Malkmus (2001)
At age 19 I was kidnapped by Turkish pirates
Mediterranean thugs After some torture they considered me their mascot Cypriotic Good Luck I had to taste the deck and many other things I had to pay the piper with my wedding ring And I would never see my family again By 25 I was respected as an equal My art was a knife On countless raids I was the first one up the lanyard Yeah, I was seeking a fight There is no time to pray and there's no time to beg And then it's off with an arm or it's off with a leg And if I spare your life, it's because the tide is leaving Oh yeah By 31 I was the captain of a galleon I was Poseidon's new son The coast of Montenegro was my favorite target It was ever so fun We had no wooden legs or steel hooks We had no black eye patches or a starving cook We were just killers with the cold eyes of a sailor Yeah, we were killers with the cold eyes of a sailor |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Stephen Malkmus (2001)
Greek gods are communing
Beneath the Doric arch And they talk how small we humans are They drink to Agamemnon They toast his Pyhrric march And wait for the sacrifices Shepherds herd in real time Sheep are barley-grazing on a field of green Vines ripen to find Troy will prevail Trojan curfews prevail So we got smashed on Ios Down around some Doric arch And the trashed blonde Scandi Mistook me for a Swede Her slurred Medieval accent Was like a puddle at my feet You could see chopped tobacco in her teeth Flaccid On a rock hard strip of concrete Near a field of green We sign Deutschmarks are fine Aren't you too pale Does it hurt you? So pale Trojan curfews prevail |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Stephen Malkmus (2001)
Sad enough
I frequently find There's no proof of halos Strapped in your mind The world passes by in a flash From the birth of the earth To the curse of your desperate math We spell troubbble Long lasting sting Literal swine drop If he couldn't stand you He's a bona fide dying tribe The world passes by in a flash >From the birth of the earth To the curse of your desperate math We spell troubbble T R O U - B B B L E |
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from Stephen Malkmus - Stephen Malkmus (2001)
Do you want to know where it stands right now?
Do you really care what, when, why, or how? I came to crave your spastic touch The honest way you move is too much before we can change we could levitate Erase mistakes of the forest greats Fermented minds could make them shake Permission granted for the wolverine stakes, A Love to tear you off The formless matters of the brain Inequality of the drifting chain A moment I could learn to love The salutations to the levels above We'll split the difference, call it quits This is no new romantic blitz-krieg Pull off the foil and watch it break A whisper's crushing all the sympathy gates A Love to tear you off |
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from Pavement - Major Leagues (2000)
Parts in french:
Autre musique, la basse haut. Le passager assise de moi.(??) La nuit est tombee dans l´hyper-espace. Le temps a passe, ... a brise notre existence. Or: a-t-il brise notre existence? Or: ... brille notre existence (??) Mais savait-on encore ce qu´il veut? la seule reponse est la menace de destruction des Etats-unis. |
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from Pavement - Major Leagues (2000)
Lip balm on watery clay
Relationships, hey hey hey You kiss like a rock, but you know I need it anyway Angle for the ringside seats, when they fall don't blame me Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues How you gonna tech him to walk When he can't even finish the, he can't even finish the songs Of the law, are they civilized or Satanist? Cater to my walls and see if they fall, don't leave me Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues They wear you down sometimes, kids like wine Magic Christians chew the rind 'Cause bad girls are always bad girls Let's let 'em in Darling, we're up against it And there is no time for Tie-ins, tie-ins, tie-ins, go Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues They wear you down sometimes, kids like wine Magic Christians chew the rind 'Cause bad girls are always bad girls Let 'em in |
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from Pavement - Major Leagues (2000)
Lip balm on watery clay
Relationships, hey hey hey You kiss like a rock, but you know I need it anyway Angle for the ringside seats, when they fall don't blame me Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues How you gonna tech him to walk When he can't even finish the, he can't even finish the songs Of the law, are they civilized or Satanist? Cater to my walls and see if they fall, don't leave me Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues They wear you down sometimes, kids like wine Magic Christians chew the rind 'Cause bad girls are always bad girls Let's let 'em in Darling, we're up against it And there is no time for Tie-ins, tie-ins, tie-ins, go Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues Bring on the major leagues They wear you down sometimes, kids like wine Magic Christians chew the rind 'Cause bad girls are always bad girls Let 'em in |
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from Pavement - Major Leagues (2000)
Your time to change, your life arranged
She's not sure what to say He's about to lose his mind today And it's all about to change, about to change I find it hard every time you stand She's not sure what to say He's about to lose his mind today And it's all about to change, about to change She's not sure how to play He's about to lose all of that And it's all about to change, about to change She found the tongue, the tongue you won She's not sure what to say He's about to lose his mind today And it's all about to change, about to change About to change About to change About to change About to change About to change About to change |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
Hey, you need an A for ef-fort
But I give you a B for delivery, my friend You are too late and I need to es-cape To my private apartment And my gross, gross television set It's new and it's current It's got blue and it's currant is hot special, special director's cut Just for you my friend of friends Blas-ted con-cept and my cherry area Is just a little scary to be around right now So keep away my friend Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Watch that hand my friend You're in a sac-red environment You're in a sac-red environment, oh whoa I need to go I need to go I need to... |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
donnybrook between two gangsters and a bunch of merry pranksters.
two against a .22, well who d'ya think is gonna win that...fight. fight? ten ta one it's the gangsters, those pranksters they can't even fight! gangsters like their knuckles bloody pranksters spike the drinks of their buddies gangsters treat their ladies right and pranksters curse their chick-less plight (aw man, there's no dames) I'VE GOT ALL THIS HARVARD LSD WHY WON'T ANYONE FUCK ME ?!? |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
increase mather told her dad yeah
"i roundly disagree with you you're vocal style's to preachy all the yokels mock your teaching." but cotton, he was just so oblivious to all their cutting pleas. soon the townfolk took to it, in every pew they looked to him for guidance just like eyeless lambs awaiting that ol' kabob stand the skeptics formed the nation's born they want to have it, cotton's dream but increase had them mounted and they burned on open fires so the word spread just like small pox in the sudan the gentry cried: "give it a day," x6 years and years have passed since the puritans invaded our soul just like those arab terrorists you'll never know. but today the gods can't make us quake, we see our lives as situations eyes are eyes and teeth are teeth, well mine are rotten underneath. i got two ways we can separate from the clan. if i could fly...i...could...fry. i hope you profited from this bulliten and it stabilized your land you're drenched, you're fired, (you gentrified?) your alzheim clan, but your father is another one of them i don't wanna mention him again, cause i talked to him last night, he hates my guts we had a fight. and he called you a slut girl, why's that? what did you do to him to make him think...? |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
everyone is carrying on in this house
afraid to live there? i can't even watch the things you do and the people you know. a groovy scene in australia, i will move; take my surfboard maybe i'll groove noise addicts and other folks, oh yeah! our hearts were blanketed with it all, and then i took off the blanket and saw the petty shawl you bought for me you're gorgeous; i'm pretty handsome too? we make a pair, me and you me and you forever...on and on and on and on me and you forever on and on. |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
greaayayayayt, great seekers of violence go away.
oh greaayayayayat, great seekers of violence go away. are you a cheater in love with you ___ish i know too well the company you keep. 'cause the proof's in the pudding, you never should pray unless you believe. oh greaayayayayat, great seekers of violence go away. 'cause you're the greayayayayt, great seekers of violence go away. well i would like to sag along to saganaw with a canvas duffel bag under my arm. cause the country songs blessed me with influence and power and truth. oh..............ay........... |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
Blind date with the chancer
we had oysters and dry lancers when the check arrived we went dutch, dutch, dutch, dutch a redder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash And this emory board is giving me a rash I'm flat out You're so beautiful to look at when you cry Freeze, don't move You've been chosen as an extra in the movie adaptation of the sequel to your life. A shady lane -- everybody wants one A shady lane -- everybody needs one Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god Oh my god, oh your god, oh his god, over god It's everybody's god, it's everybody's god, it's everybody's god, it's everybody's god The worlds collide, but all that we want is a shady lane Glance, don't stare Soon you're being told to recognize your heirs No, not me -- I'm an island of such great complexity Stress surrounds in the muddy peaceful center of this town Tell me off in the hotel lobby right in front of all the bellboys and the over-friendly concierge A shady lane -- everybody wants one A shady lane -- everybody needs one Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god Oh my god, oh your god, oh his god, oh her god It's everybody's god, it's everybody's god, it's everybody's god, it's everybody's god The worlds collide, but all that I want is a shady lane. |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
Sherri, you smell different
Get up early in the bed -- for you morning comes so easy Spells have been cast and the urge has been lost Snipers posted bills -- as they should -- of our midnight vacation Back on the planet now -- I'm beginning to see just how Echelon your dreams and they'll come true Type slowly One of us is a cigar stand -- and one of us is a lovely blue incandescent guillotine The edge of creation is blurred and blushed Not a lot of room to grow inside this leather terrarium People of the bay -- it is excruciatingly gray Face the front when he comes for you Type slowly Cherish your memorized weakness Fashioned from a manifesto -- lady, I am no futurist I'm my only critic, I Trolls in the glen are consorting again The liberals say they don't exist but I know that they do Reinforce your literal ass -- hit it on the first or second pass Frozen images, respected few Type slowly |
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from Pavement - Shady Lane (2000)
Pigs, they tend to wiggle when they walk
the infrastructure rots and the owners hate the jocks with their agents and their dates if the signatures are checked you'll just have to wait and we're counting up the instants that we save tired nation so depraved from the cheap seats see us wave to the camera it took a giant ramrod to raze the demon settlement but high-ho silver, ride high-ho silver, ride take another ride to see me home listen to me! i'm on the stereo stereo oh my baby baby baby baby babe gave me malaria hysteria what about the voice of geddy lee how did it get so high? i wonder if he speaks like an ordinary guy? (i know him and he does!) and you're my fact-checkin' cuz (Aww...) well focus on the quasar in the mist the kaiser has a cyst and i'm a blank want list the qualms you have and if they stick they will drown you in a crick in the neck of a woods that was populated by tired nation on the fly everybody knows advice that was give out for free lots of details to discern lots of details but high-ho silver ride high-ho silver ride takes another ride to make me oh, get off the air i'm on the stereo stereo oh my baby baby baby baby baby babe gave me malaria hysteria |
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