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Well I know it's
It's a shame A shame I can't show it And I see it I can see it now But I'm so far below it Don't wanna Don't wanna talk about it I say why not? Don't wanna think about it I say there's got to be some good reason For your little black backpack Up, smack, turnaround he's on his back and Don't wanna tango with you I'd rather tangle with him I think I'm gonna bash his head in And this shouldn't concern you except that Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back And I can feel you Yes I can What about that don't you understand? And I sense you It's something sensual But it's less than I planned Don't wanna Don't wanna talk about it I say why not? Don't wanna think about it I say there's got to be some good reason For your little black backpack Up, smack, turnaround he's on his back and Don't wanna tango with you I'd rather tangle with him I think I'm gonna bash his head in And this shouldn't concern you except that Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back You're trying to find a reason for the way you feel tonight You're mind is lined with layers of lead Have you heard one thing that I've said? Don't wanna talk about it I say why not? Don't wanna think about it I say there's got to be some good reason For your little black backpack Up, smack, turnaround he's on his back and Don't wanna tango with you I'd rather tangle with him I think I'm gonna bash his head in And this shouldn't concern you except that Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back Don't wanna tango with you I'd rather tangle with him I think I'm gonna bash his head in And this shouldn't concern you except that Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back |
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The fire flickers out
Making movies on her skin And in the embers she remembers all the places that she's been Four-letter words fly from her mouth She thinks she's breaking ground Time takes its toll, she feels his soul In everything around and I say The way that you feel now It's cool as long as I know The way it's gonna be Make it last, for an hour we'll never feel this way again Make it all that you want and everything that I need Make it last, make it last Cause I'm not making you any promises Make it last, make it last Make the best of what you see The booze reaches her blood She forgets his name The wood has turned to coal but our desire feeds the flame Will we surrender to the night Or will our conscience win the fight She won't regress, but can't confess that everything's alright and I say The way that you feel now It's cool as long as I know the way it's gonna be It's gonna take more Where we're gonna go Make it last, for an hour we'll never feel this way again Make it all that you want and everything that I need Make it last, make it last cause you're not making me any promises Make it last, make it last Make the best of what you see You give to me what I need to see You can't feed my imagination You give to me what I need to see It's a twisted fascination It feels so good to make it through the cold but you know that he'll close all the doors, just close 'em all for the rest of time Make it last, for an hour we'll never feel this way again Make it all that you want and everything that I need Make it last, make it last cause you're not making me any promises Make it last, make it last Make the best of what you see |
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This just in...where to begin
Grin and bear it, it's bare and grim Adoration, titillation, I'm the victim now Because she's figured me out She lights my candle, she has a handle on me It's going well but I'm scared as hell That she'll figure me out She thinks it's sacred to be naked But I don't care, 'cause she's had me there You see she's figured me out And I wanna shout at the top of my lungs now But oh my god if she hears me she'll come running in... These are my hands, these are my faults These are my plans These are my nasty little thoughts I wrote 'em down for you to contemplate At a later date Well the word is out, what's it all about Doubtless shady, no shadow of doubt In moderation, this sensation would be fabulous But she's figured me out She's in my shower for an hour She's just washin' and wonderin' And trying to figure me out... And I wanna shout at the top of my lungs now But oh my god if she hears me she'll come running in... These are my hands, these are my faults These are my plans and these are my nasty little thoughts I wrote 'em down for you to contemplate... It's a little bit of something that I feel... Oh man, I just can't deal... And other than this distance that has covered me Can't you see that you have smothered me Well, you're not there, just stay out there Just when I was on to something else That's when she figures me out |
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from Stroke 9 - Cafe Cuts (2006)
Well I know it It's a shame,
a shame I can't show it And I see itI can see it now, but I'm so far below it Don't wanna Don't wanna talk about it I say why not? Don't wanna think about it I say there's got to be some good reason For your little black backpack Up, smack, turnaround he's on his back and Don't wanna tango with you I'd rather tangle with him I think I'm gonna bash his head in And this shouldn't concern you except that Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back And I can feel you, yes I can What about that don't you understand? And I sense you It's something sensual But it's less than I planned Don't wanna Don't wanna talk about it I say why not? Don't wanna think about it I say there's got to be some good reason For your little black backpack Up, smack, turnaround he's on his back and Don't wanna tango with you I'd rather tangle with him I think I'm gonna bash his head in And this shouldn't concern you except that Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back You're trying to find a reason for the way you feel tonight You're mind is lined with layers of lead Have you heard one thing that I've said? Don't wanna talk about it I say why not? Don't wanna think about it I say there's got to be some good reason For your little black backpack Up, smack, turnaround he's on his back and Don't wanna tango with you I'd rather tangle with him I think I'm gonna bash his head in And this shouldn't concern you except that Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back Don't wanna tango with you I'd rather tangle with him I think I'm gonna bash his head in And this shouldn't concern you except that Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back - |
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from Stroke 9 - Cafe Cuts (2006)
You Instantly awakened my imagination
Old fashioned infatuation I can be anything that you want me to be And you can have me in every position that you dreamed I know you've got a wild streak You're a freak You're alone in your bed with graphic images in your head Let me do what I want to do with you Let me tie you down pick you up and Flip you all around Let me tell you how sexy you are As I'm going down on you in the car If feeling this good is a sin Let's do it all over again. Just when I thought this might get boring Wake me up in the morning by pouring Honey on my body and licking it off You're taking me to concerts and you're taking off your top I know you've got a wild streak You're a freak Then you're back in our room with the bride and the groom This is it This is great This is what I always wanted Where do we go from here? That's the question of the year I think you're fine I think you're hot This is what I always dreamed of The one thing I forgot Was to get to know you |
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from Stroke 9 - Cafe Cuts (2006)
The fire flickers out
Making movies on her skin And in the embers she remembers all the places that she's been Four-letter words fly from her mouth She thinks she's breaking ground Time takes its toll, she feels his soul In everything around and I say The way that you feel now It's cool as long as I know The way it's gonna be Make it last, for an hour we'll never feel this way again Make it all that you want and everything that I need Make it last, make it last Cause I'm not making you any promises Make it last, make it last Make the best of what you see The booze reaches her blood She forgets his name The wood has turned to coal but our desire feeds the flame Will we surrender to the night Or will our conscience win the fight She won't regress, but can't confess that everything's alright and I say The way that you feel now It's cool as long as I know the way it's gonna be It's gonna take more Where we're gonna go Make it last, for an hour we'll never feel this way again Make it all that you want and everything that I need Make it last, make it last cause you're not making me any promises Make it last, make it last Make the best of what you see You give to me what I need to see You can't feed my imagination You give to me what I need to see It's a twisted fascination It feels so good to make it through the cold but you know that he'll close all the doors, just close 'em all for the rest of time Make it last, for an hour we'll never feel this way again Make it all that you want and everything that I need Make it last, make it last cause you're not making me any promises Make it last, make it last Make the best of what you see |
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from Stroke 9 - Cafe Cuts (2006)
You'll never know what happened to me
It's just one of those things I was sitting by myself And my thoughts started pouring out Remember that time on our trip You asked me where we were going I said Barcelona You said that's not what I meant Maybe I'll never get it I just don't think I'm like that Don't like planning stuff out It never happens that way I'm like a vacuum bag That holds all that old dirt Remember that time we found your mom's Valium and took it? Don't hate me, don't regret me, don't ever forget me Wherever you go, whatever you do, don't say I never loved you That summer when we wore no shoes And we danced on the Fourth of July And we listened to your sister's records And Frampton came alive Even then you knew what you wanted Even then I had no clue I was just living in the moment And the moment was all about you Remember that time in LA You asked we what we were doing I said we're doing fine You said here we go again I'm like a vacuum bag That holds all that old dirt Remember that time we said we'd be together forever? 'Cause it matters to me Can you hear me? Everyday I ask the same thing Will you ever know what happened to me? It happens everyday And you wonder what went on It's there and then it's gone Maybe I'm sentimental And I start to reminisce And every time I do I still want to tell you this |
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from Stroke 9 - Cafe Cuts (2006)
You're leaving me here, dear
Alone with all your letters You're letting it go, no Like innocence and feathers You're putting it down Sounds slipping into songs You're leaving me here, dear Alone with all my wrongs You're pulling away Pray you're making the right choice You're pulling away Stay and listen to my voice To my voice Sooner or later you will long When you wake you will see Sooner or later all the songs That make you shake will be by me Sooner or later all the throngs of feelings We used to appreciate will come rushing back You're thinking about How you thought you knew me better You're looking around town And wondering how I met her You're pulling away Pray you're making the right choice You're pulling away Stay and listen to my voice To my voice Sooner or later all the throngs of feelings we used to appreciate will come rushing back When you wake you will see Don't wake me as you leave Don't make me believe I have a chance in hell Don't tell me what I know too well Don't wake me As you're leaving me here, dear Alone with all your letters Don't let go of your innocence and feathers Now I find every sound reminds me of our song Since you left me here, dear Alone with all my wrongs With my wrongs |
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I know it's hard please try to coax me Try to elevate me to the level of choice A scarlet sky, a silver moon is a veil before my eyes How can she be so in tune [Chorus:] Tear me in two And bore a little hole That I can see right through Your diversions my digression Take me apart Suck my blood until you stop my heart You encumber my progression And then you save me It slips by, it slips right by Much to my suprise And you think that I drink too much Yeah, well I don't mind I don't mind [Chorus] And then you save me... I think of all the time we've wasted I think of all our time apart Your scathing tongue is not the one That I need anymore [Chorus x2] And then you save me... to moonn6pence from paapayeverte |
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from Stroke 9 - Cafe Cuts (2006)
What's your story send it over to me
I'll take a look and see what there is to see At least jot a few things down Anything to let me know I'm in your head And not on the ground With the cigarette butts From the mouths of all those little sluts that want me I'm lying here with the negative thoughts running my brain Over again look where I've been, feel me try, feel the sky Feel that you're able To do what it is you need to when This city life is draggin This city life is draggin us down Don't push me Don't push me Don't push me Anyway, well I can barely face the day Is it already a quarter to ten? How can I drag my body from this bed again When I feel so heavy From the weight of nothing It's not about you as I said Now it's a quarter to two, another night run through Without connecting To Anything This city life is draggin us down I'm already so far away from where I need to be I'm already so far away We move a mile a minute Just to keep ourselves in it. Now I think we've come to far not to win it What is it? If I wasn't here all of this shit would just go on anyway If you weren't here Everything would just go on anyway That's what you learn Why do you stay When this city life is draggin us down |
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Can't change how The feelings will be shown Don't blame you You're nervous on your own Propose the worst and I'm the first in line Despite the rest it's not a bad sign That you mean the world to me And the city and my soul disagree Last time 'round fast I'll see you on the way down Life's a funny thing and you can't bring yourself to face it if you want to Now I shake here For your sake dear I was raised and I was born here I couldn't leave California if I tried to Can't say now Where I'm gonna go When I figure it out You'll be the first to know Do you understand that it's out of these hands of mine Despite our plans I've got to draw the line to moonn6epnce from papayeverte |
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from Stroke 9 - Rip It Off (2002)
We met Monday night
Where my friend bartends And always gives me drinks for free I caught you starin Were you comparing the guy youre talking with to me? Then you said, "This place is dead" "And this drink's going to my head (Take me home)" I will if you chill There's still time to kill and this night just started looking better chorus: She bought herself a guitar She learned a few chords She wrote me a song and it goes like this Get out, Get dressed your just like the rest There's only one thing your after You're still the same self-centered bastard Stay out all night with your shady friends Just getting plastered ] This relationship's just my latest disaster (Now listen baby I gotta run) I thought I was doing everything right And givin her everything she needs But I wake up one morning And all that she left was a break- up note that reads, "You don't And you won't Ever see my side thing" (oh come on) I would If I could But everything that I thought was good was short of center chorus Our points of view will never meet I'll always miss what's incomplete Youre just like the rest Youre just like the rest Youre just like the rest Youre just like the rest Get out, Get dressed youre just like the rest There's only one thing your after You're still the same self-centered bastard Stay out all night with your shady friends Just getting plastered This relationship's just my latest disaster |
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from Stroke 9 - Rip It Off (2002)
100 girls or maybe more
Who left me passed out on the floor I know it might be wrong I had to write this song For a hundred girls and hundreds more There was Katherine in Manhattan Her mouth was always laughin' She's always a distraction 'Cuz she always wants some action At 1 she took me in a cab 2 in a Soho bar 3 she got real bad and jumped me in a subway car These are Mary's voodoo ways We would stay in bed for days In an alligator haze In her swampy Southern place She broke me down on Bourbon Street Curled up at her feet As Mary flashed the parades I fixed myself with hurricanes 100 girls or maybe more Who left me passed out on the floor I wish I heard you tell me Make up your mind Wake up Make up your mind make up your mind This is Daisy, this is crazy Always telling me I'm lazy Her endurance would amaze me And her swearing didn't phase me It was based upon a sweet lie Like a butterfly she showed herself in many phases And had a thing for public places Late at night in Fenway Park She led me naked through the dark Daisy let me suffer there, smothered in my underwear There was Alison and here's the thing I thought that she was 17 She was 18 but looked 16 And told me she was 23 Valerie who hated money Stuck me to the sheets with honey Caroline from Amsterdam took off with some other band Megan, Kim and the rest I love you all and that's the test If I wake up in time how will I make up my mind |
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from Stroke 9 - Rip It Off (2002)
You'll never know what happened to me
It's just one of those things I was sitting by myself And my thoughts started pouring out Remember that time on our trip You asked me where we were going I said Barcelona You said that's not what I meant Maybe I'll never get it I just don't think I'm like that Don't like planning stuff out It never happens that way I'm like a vacuum bag That holds all that old dirt Remember that time we found your mom's Valium and took it? Don't hate me, don't regret me, don't ever forget me Wherever you go, whatever you do, don't say I never loved you That summer when we wore no shoes And we danced on the Fourth of July And we listened to your sister's records And Frampton came alive Even then you knew what you wanted Even then I had no clue I was just living in the moment And the moment was all about you Remember that time in LA You asked we what we were doing I said we're doing fine You said here we go again I'm like a vacuum bag That holds all that old dirt Remember that time we said we'd be together forever? 'Cause it matters to me Can you hear me? Everyday I ask the same thing Will you ever know what happened to me? It happens everyday And you wonder what went on It's there and then it's gone Maybe I'm sentimental And I start to reminisce And every time I do I still want to tell you this |
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You Instantly awakened my imagination
Old fashioned infatuation I can be anything that you want me to be And you can have me in every position that you dreamed I know you've got a wild streak You're a freak You're alone in your bed with graphic images in your head Let me do what I want to do with you Let me tie you down pick you up and Flip you all around Let me tell you how sexy you are As I'm going down on you in the car If feeling this good is a sin Let's do it all over again. Just when I thought this might get boring Wake me up in the morning by pouring Honey on my body and licking it off You're taking me to concerts and you're taking off your top I know you've got a wild streak You're a freak Then you're back in our room with the bride and the groom This is it This is great This is what I always wanted Where do we go from here? That's the question of the year I think you're fine I think you're hot This is what I always dreamed of The one thing I forgot Was to get to know you |
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from Stroke 9 - Rip It Off (2002)
Another summer coming with the feeling it brings
Another reason to avoid all the permanent things Before you know what time it is it's time to go And reattach all the strings But you got me going So many places You got to be knowing What that look on my face is I just can't wait I just can't wait I just can't wait for you to say That you want me That you want me I just can't wait for you to say that you want me Well you need sunlight for things to go right It just takes a taste you know And every single little bit of love that I spread is coming straight for you Would it be all right to go out tonight? It doesn't matter where we go You're the only one that I want to be near And try to get to know Cause you got eyes that I would love to look through A life that I can't wait to get in to As long as I can see what you see As long as it's what you believe As long as I can see what you see As long as it's what you believe Feeling all alone in my little head again Feels so good just to sit and take it in Back home in my big bed again You're gone and I'm spent But wherever you are I want to be I can't stop thinking about what you did to me |
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from Stroke 9 - Rip It Off (2002)
Well I'm singing this song as loud as I can
As I drive too fast with my best friend I don't wonder if you're wondering where I am Cause I don't care if I ever see you again Well I'm sick of being compared to what you had before I'm sick of being what you don't want anymore I'm sick of being used, bruised, and ignored Because that's just not what friends are for You were wrong For me you were so wrong I'd only come over to get it on Well I've got to admit that it's time to move on Don't give me shit, don't give me lip Don't make me lose my grip on everything that I've known all along Well I wasted two years trying to make you mine Then I wasted two more as I missed every sign That you weren't what you seemed like you were which is fine Cause I don't know who I am most of the time But what I do know I can't show for fear that I'll throw it away Like every word that you say Like all the things that you're saving for a rainy day And all the times that you wouldn't have it any other way Well it's the day before our last day together We realize it wasn't meant to last We used to think that it would be forever But we never thought forever'd go this fast And now we're singing this song as loud as we can As we drive to fast again and again I don't wonder cause now I know where we stand And I don't care if I ever see you again |
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from Stroke 9 - Rip It Off (2002)
No one tastes like you
And no one wastes me with their words like you do And no one can change my views Like you do Do you really think I wanted this to fail? And do you really think this crazy world will get better And do you really think this crazy world will get better No one tastes like you No one wastes me with their words like you do And nothing between us is assumed And no one can change the fact that I was sold on you I'm the reject that you never accepted I'm the reject that you always neglected I'm the reject that you never accepted Now I'm left wrecked and forever affected There's nothing left to do There's nothing left to say and no more to lose I miss all the things you knew There's no excuse And now when I'm all alone There's nothing else I can see There's nothing else I can be anymore |
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from Stroke 9 - Rip It Off (2002)
Everyday something new comes my way
And helps me get through the past Anyway, I can't say how long I've been away But I feel at home at last I'm aware there's something around me Saving me, protecting me That won't let me crash Everyday something new comes my way And I feel at home at last Anywhere is everywhere and I don't care As long as I can feel this is real I'm not scared to let you in Everywhere is far from there and I don't care as long as this is real When you're gone then I won't feel this good again. Anytime I can't say what's on my mind And remember how good things have been I relax and reattach to the past And we feel like one again It erases all the care in our way And we feel like one again Feel this good again |
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from Stroke 9 - Rip It Off (2002)
Well she says she's got it figured it out
She thinks it's getting better I don't believe this and I'm never gonna let her Well she says she's strong I say she's crazy She says I'm wrong And I say well maybe When she's lying on the floor And she can't take no more She knows the word to this one You lead the way Away from here Well there's a conversation That's never gonna happen It's about a relationship And we're sitting there laughing She thinks she's strong Well I think she's crazy She thinks I'm wrong And I say well maybe When she's lying on the floor And she can't take no more She knows the word to this one I sympathize with what she's in It's face the music time again She looks to me to sing along |
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Can't change how The feelings will be shown Don't blame you You're nervous on your own Propose the worst and I'm the first in line Despite the rest it's not a bad sign That you mean the world to me And the city and my soul disagree Last time 'round fast I'll see you on the way down Life's a funny thing and you can't bring yourself to face it if you want to Now I shake here For your sake dear I was raised and I was born here I couldn't leave California if I tried to Can't say now Where I'm gonna go When I figure it out You'll be the first to know Do you understand that it's out of these hands of mine Despite our plans I've got to draw the line to moonn6epnce from papayeverte |
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from Stroke 9 - Nasty Little Thoughts (2002)
You're leaving me here, dear
Alone with all your letters You're letting it go, no Like innocence and feathers You're putting it down Sounds slipping into songs You're leaving me here, dear Alone with all my wrongs You're pulling away Pray you're making the right choice You're pulling away Stay and listen to my voice To my voice Sooner or later you will long When you wake you will see Sooner or later all the songs That make you shake will be by me Sooner or later all the throngs of feelings We used to appreciate will come rushing back You're thinking about How you thought you knew me better You're looking around town And wondering how I met her You're pulling away Pray you're making the right choice You're pulling away Stay and listen to my voice To my voice Sooner or later all the throngs of feelings we used to appreciate will come rushing back When you wake you will see Don't wake me as you leave Don't make me believe I have a chance in hell Don't tell me what I know too well Don't wake me As you're leaving me here, dear Alone with all your letters Don't let go of your innocence and feathers Now I find every sound reminds me of our song Since you left me here, dear Alone with all my wrongs With my wrongs |
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from Stroke 9 - Nasty Little Thoughts (2002)
What's your story send it over to me
I'll take a look and see what there is to see At least jot a few things down Anything to let me know I'm in your head And not on the ground With the cigarette butts From the mouths of all those little sluts that want me I'm lying here with the negative thoughts running my brain Over again look where I've been, feel me try, feel the sky Feel that you're able To do what it is you need to when This city life is draggin This city life is draggin us down Don't push me Don't push me Don't push me Anyway, well I can barely face the day Is it already a quarter to ten? How can I drag my body from this bed again When I feel so heavy From the weight of nothing It's not about you as I said Now it's a quarter to two, another night run through Without connecting To Anything This city life is draggin us down I'm already so far away from where I need to be I'm already so far away We move a mile a minute Just to keep ourselves in it. Now I think we've come to far not to win it What is it? If I wasn't here all of this shit would just go on anyway If you weren't here Everything would just go on anyway That's what you learn Why do you stay When this city life is draggin us down |
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from Stroke 9 - Nasty Little Thoughts (2002)
Well I know it's
It's a shame A shame I can't show it And I see it I can see it now But I'm so far below it Don't wanna Don't wanna talk about it I say why not? Don't wanna think about it I say there's got to be some good reason For your little black backpack Up, smack, turnaround he's on his back and Don't wanna tango with you I'd rather tangle with him I think I'm gonna bash his head in And this shouldn't concern you except that Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back And I can feel you Yes I can What about that don't you understand? And I sense you It's something sensual But it's less than I planned Don't wanna Don't wanna talk about it I say why not? Don't wanna think about it I say there's got to be some good reason For your little black backpack Up, smack, turnaround he's on his back and Don't wanna tango with you I'd rather tangle with him I think I'm gonna bash his head in And this shouldn't concern you except that Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back You're trying to find a reason for the way you feel tonight You're mind is lined with layers of lead Have you heard one thing that I've said? Don't wanna talk about it I say why not? Don't wanna think about it I say there's got to be some good reason For your little black backpack Up, smack, turnaround he's on his back and Don't wanna tango with you I'd rather tangle with him I think I'm gonna bash his head in And this shouldn't concern you except that Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back Don't wanna tango with you I'd rather tangle with him I think I'm gonna bash his head in And this shouldn't concern you except that Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back |
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from Stroke 9 - Nasty Little Thoughts (2002)
This is the summer that'll never come
It's like someone's holding on to the tail of the sun I wanna waste time and walk the line From my beat routine to where I'm feeling alright I can't hold out, I don't care about offending The world's descending... I know it's way too short, it rarely lasts too long I'm just finding the floor, but when I look down it's gone This is the way it should always be I've never had the propensity to work, breed and die I prefer to spend mine on the fly The be'ers gotta be and the flee'ers gotta flee But as for me, well... don't worry about me I know it's way too short, it rarely lasts too long I'm just finding the floor, but when I look down it's gone I know it's way too short, it rarely lasts too long I'm just finding the door but when I turn around When I turn around it's gone It seems like today I'm looking back Well maybe tomorrow I'll see further Than my little head allows me to I'll be cruising then I'll crack Oh something better happen to these feelings That I'm going through |
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from Stroke 9 - Nasty Little Thoughts (2002)
The fire flickers out
Making movies on her skin And in the embers she remembers all the places that she's been Four-letter words fly from her mouth She thinks she's breaking ground Time takes its toll, she feels his soul In everything around and I say The way that you feel now It's cool as long as I know The way it's gonna be Make it last, for an hour we'll never feel this way again Make it all that you want and everything that I need Make it last, make it last Cause I'm not making you any promises Make it last, make it last Make the best of what you see The booze reaches her blood She forgets his name The wood has turned to coal but our desire feeds the flame Will we surrender to the night Or will our conscience win the fight She won't regress, but can't confess that everything's alright and I say The way that you feel now It's cool as long as I know the way it's gonna be It's gonna take more Where we're gonna go Make it last, for an hour we'll never feel this way again Make it all that you want and everything that I need Make it last, make it last cause you're not making me any promises Make it last, make it last Make the best of what you see You give to me what I need to see You can't feed my imagination You give to me what I need to see It's a twisted fascination It feels so good to make it through the cold but you know that he'll close all the doors, just close 'em all for the rest of time Make it last, for an hour we'll never feel this way again Make it all that you want and everything that I need Make it last, make it last cause you're not making me any promises Make it last, make it last Make the best of what you see |
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from Stroke 9 - Nasty Little Thoughts (2002)
to moonn6pence from papayeverte
Sit still, take a trip into my eyes You're unstable still to my suprise Be honest but never catch my lies Don't say you're the one who always tries And don't say... Really are you in this 'cause I can feel you pulling away Not to mention all the things you'd never say Now my visions gone to hell I keep it in a box... with my memories Don't bother with me... I can't take it I'll be in the road with less a load You're feeling used... a little bit confused Don't say... Really are you in thise 'cause I can feel you pulling away Not to mention all the things you'd never say So really are you in this 'cause I can feel you pulling away Not to mention all the things you'd never say The only thing that you really should say More than a little bit confused about this 'n that Can I have back all the things we lose I'll be on the road with less of a load You're feeling used again |
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from Stroke 9 - Nasty Little Thoughts (2002)
hello i'm sitting here
thinking and writing writing and talking withoiut you situated in the corner of the corner so far from nothing suspecting not accepting that it's true it really hits me when i'm walking into the market i hear things i used to say is it wrong to be here anyway fade away what was i thinking when i thought i could make you stay what was i thinking when i thought i was right not nothin' i'm on to something here it's all becoming clear clearly confusing less than amusing castrated like a corpse to a corner forgetful not regretful of what i am its really hits me when i'm hanging with other monkeys thinking of shit to say is it wrong to be here anyway i'm on to something here it's something i'm on to something but it's really nothing |
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from Stroke 9 - Nasty Little Thoughts (2002)
I gave up 'cause i couldn't feel
and i gave in cause it sounded like a steal spending time on my back now thinking bout the facts now how bout this, and how bout that... Well here we go i like to think i'm on top of things but this life will bring what it will bring. you know i like to think i'm on top of things but this life will bring what it wil bring and my less than large brain is contorting the synapses sent from the ends of my dangling nerves Give me just one time two times you knows it's just where i'm at I'm waving as I go I got up, i never thought i'd get there my mind doesn't mind cuz my mind won't dare wake up, shake up, and wind up on my back how bout this, and how bout that I wanna wipe that plastic smile off my face i wanna win without entering the race i want to say waht i mean and mean what i say i just need something to mean anything when my less than large brain is contorting the synapses sent from the ends of my dangling nerves Give me just one time, two times you know its just where i'm at i'm waving as i go you gotta give me just one time, two times you know its just where i'm at i'm waving as i go.... i just wanna get through i don't know how i'm gonna do it i wanna get through one time two times you know its just where i'm at i'm waving as i go |
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from Stroke 9 - Nasty Little Thoughts (2002)
Frozen fingers on my skin
Guilty hands clutching gin Your tin, thin eyes can't see within Soul to soul and skin to skin we burn And the silence won't subside As I crawl to your scaly side Your eyes could never hide My eyes and all their pride My shoulder to your face is so warm Dim light from moon outlines our form You're sinewy and shiftless and so forlorn Between here and there and everywhere you're torn Carving out a piece for me, saving three for you Squeeze me tight and that's all Waiting... waiting for you To call out my name, speak to me And say that it's alright to be on the wrong track Call out my name, speak to me And say that it's alright to be on the wrong track There's a warm breeze in the city tonight Soft light makes every sad sight seem alright And I'm spinning around and we're holding tight Soul to soul and face to face we turn |
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from Stroke 9 - Nasty Little Thoughts (2002)
to moonn6pence from papayeverte
If it's not that far from where we are I'd like to wait if I could Until the day that the angel comes around I won't find the solace that I'm seeking You can't make me run, you can't make me free The only thing I trust is what's inside of me If I rely on you what am I gonna do When you crush and kill the core connecting us Protecting us, in all we go through So sad and hard it hurts for awhile I feel it all... stop feeding off me Don't ask me how you will survive Or try to stay together amputated Is this my conviction... will it last forever? Do I belong to this? Don't try to make me love, 'cause you can't make me see The only time I'll know is when happiness is free I won't rely on you... 'cause that won't get me through All we've got is this crazy core connecting us Protecting us from what we'll go through |
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from Stroke 9 - Nasty Little Thoughts (2002)
I know it's hard please try to coax me Try to elevate me to the level of choice A scarlet sky, a silver moon is a veil before my eyes How can she be so in tune [Chorus:] Tear me in two And bore a little hole That I can see right through Your diversions my digression Take me apart Suck my blood until you stop my heart You encumber my progression And then you save me It slips by, it slips right by Much to my suprise And you think that I drink too much Yeah, well I don't mind I don't mind [Chorus] And then you save me... I think of all the time we've wasted I think of all our time apart Your scathing tongue is not the one That I need anymore [Chorus x2] And then you save me... to moonn6pence from paapayeverte |
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