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08.07.2002 |
1. | Introduction |
2. | Lazybones |
3. | Sunkeneyed Girl |
* | Fckin' Yeah |
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5. | Busting Up A Starbux |
6. | Maybe I'll Come Down |
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8. | Bucket Of Shoes In My Foyer |
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11. | Firetruck?... |
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13. | Do You Like Robots? |
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17. | Real World / Road Blues |
18. | St. Louise Is Listening |
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20. | Circles |
21. | Fake Show Ending |
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23. | Firetruck |
24. | J9 |
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upon the rails
among the weeds
i had a moment of
serenity
i saw you stand
in all the green
upon the rusting rail
balancing
you were
the only answer
my plans
spun all around you
five years in the wrong, i am assured
my name to you is just another word
and in your bed
in morristown
you had magazines
thrown around
from under them
the phone it rang
and in the margin there
you wrote the number down
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All my life i've slow and senseless
not struck dumb i'm just dumb that's all.
i can give you the constellations
lay down here and we'll count them all
madeline
madeline
madeline and nine and nine and nine and nine and nine and nine and nine.
call me back when the war is over
call me back when your boyfreind is gone.
i'm aware of your isolations,
don't believe i'm the only one
slave to the inside i light my world is bruning on eternally.
for the fire i lack this flame is feeling fine.
madeline
madeline
madeline and nine and nine and nine and nine and nine and nine and nine.
Lyricsgive my arms just for your intentions,
give my back just to impress you now,
i'm so joyful that i have found you
all i need is for you to see me now.
slane by the words i lack my world is bursting sappy music and
with a face so sad i long to make you mine
slave to the inside i light my world is burning on eternally
for the fire i lack my flame is feeling fine.
madeline
madeline
madeline and nine and nine and nine and nine and nine and nine and nine.
madeline and nine and nine
madeline and nine and nine
madeline and nine and nine and nine and nine and nine and nine and nine
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Bucket Of Shoes In My Foyer |
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the dark is droppping like a spot
of black ink squeezed into a glass of water
and now the crowds are thinning out
into the light down in the subway station
here this train speeds underground
this train speeds under the river
and i will drift back to the slope
some face unlit, there, stuck into the incline
where i will sleep off all the noise
the soot accumulated, all my trials
i thank you
lord almighty up above
just for sending out the F train to me
so thankful
for all the unspent love
that i save up in the jar of money
your polaroid is on the wall
stuck in the crack between the door and door-frame
trapped in the middle of some laugh
some drunken joke some friend of yours was telling
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your back curves like a creeping vine
with the answers in the fluid in the stem of the spine
in the black-coffee bowl of your eye
why do you overestimate the size of the lie?
i’ve seen
the dangers of
your rising sign
but i swear
i’d like
to drink the fuel straight from your lighter
it’s all inside the wrist, it’s
all inside the way you time it
i resent the way you make me like myself
my nerves jump
like a boiling pan
like a skillet full of oil spits,
rattling on the burner
when i stumble onto the thought
of the match you lit and dropped and set the
dial to slow yearn
can i spell it out?
should i spell it out?
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Oh in the grey
Grey ghost that I call home
In the grey
Stony lonesome I call home
In the grey
Grey ghost that I call home
In the grey, grey ghost that I call home
Oh he will not
Walk out the river now
He will not walk out the river
He will not walk out the river, singing
Don’t fall through the stars
Don’t fall through them
Don’t fall through the stars
Don’t fall through them
On the docks in Memphis, with the boombox, nodding out, singing
Don’t fall through the stars
Don’t fall through them
Don’t fall through the stars
LyricsIn the trail of the barge and the light upon the brine
He has staked these thoughts and the force is undivided, singing
Don’t fall through the stars
Don’t fall through them
Don’t fall through the stars
Don’t fall through them
Sleepy-eyed, the man is wading out into the night, singing
Don’t fall through the stars
Don’t fall through them
Don’t fall through the stars
Embracing some hard-luck citizen
Disgraced like some strange Bob Balaban
And placing your heels down in the sand
And
In the grey
Grey ghost that I call home
In the grey
Stony lonesome I call home
In the grey
Grey ghost that I call home
In the grey, grey ghost that I call home
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The body like soft serve, dripping down in the June sun,
I tried to shoot a thought, but the thought sunk.
Nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt and
Watch the water roll down.
Phantom kisses buzzing like the insects.
Beads of sweat dripping down on the rent check.
My Candyland melted down to syrup while I
Watched the water roll down.
And here comes the lust in phaze,
but you're down in Marietta.
So sweet my mouth was seared,
But the words you mouthed were sweeter.
My Sister,
Your words can be held against you in a court of law.
My Sister, You owe no allegiance to the facts.
And you're talking like the saint on the site of the accident.
LyricsTalking like the clause in the lease about the late rent.
Ringing like the random call patched to the payphone.
Talking like the water rolls down.
Talking like the saint on the site of the accident.
Talking like the botched shot, attempt on the President.
Ringing like the change in the legless man's Dixie Cup.
Talking like the water rolls down.
Day Undone,
Day Undone,
Day Undone,
Watch the water roll down
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Lisa ling and lucy liu
each regard with thought and wonder
witness what i have never seen
and truly beautiful blood and thunder.
yeah it's the sweet sign of
yeah force of divine love
and the blessed arrival of you.
you might be the one i've been seeking for
you might be the sweet un-spiteful
you might be the girl who shall end all girls
you might be the famed delightful
lisa ling and lucy liu passing girls with a gaze disdainful
strangeness i have never seen
and truly loving yeah man that's painful
yeah a gift from my side now
and gladness isn't blind now
and happiness stinks up the room
mmm yeah
Lyricsmmm yeah
you might be the girl that i been waiting for
you might be the famed delightful
you might be the girl who shall end all girls
you might be the sweet un-spiteful
lisa ling and lucy liu
lisa ling and lucy liu
lisa ling and lucy liu and lucy liu
lisa ling and lucy liu and lucy liu
lisa ling and lucy liu
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They say that God is great
They say that God is love
And I believe them
Don’t fear the random fate;
I trust the hand of the almighty and the infinite
His truth
Is marching on
His truth is marching on
Let me know your enormity and my tininess and
Help me see your infinity and my finite-ness and
I’m fucking starved for love
I deeply need to feel connection with the infinite
I want the nourishment
I need to drink it just like water, and it will sustain me
My heart is yearning now
My arms are aching for some girl or other, didn’t want me
And still I need you more
Need you to soothe this searing sadness, and the nameless gnawing
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Signal got lost to the satellite
Got lost in the
Rideup to the
Plungedown;
Man sends the ray of the electric light
Sends the impulse
Through the air
Down to home
And you can stand
On the arms
Of the williamsburg bridge
Crying
Hey man, well this is babylon
And you can fire out on a bus
To the outside world
Down to louisiana
You can take her with you
I’ve seen the
LyricsRains of the real world
Come forward on the plain
I’ve seen the kansas of your sweet little myth
You’ve never seen it, no,
I’m half sick on the drinks you mixed
Through your
True dreams
Of wichita
Brooklyn like a sea in the asphalt stalks
Push out dead air from a parking garage
Where you stand with the keys and your cool hat of silence
Where you grip her love like a driver’s liscense
I’ve seen you
Fire up the gas in the engine valves
I’ve seen your hand turn saintly on the radio dial
I’ve seen the airwaves
Pull your eyes towards heaven
Outside topeka in the phone lines
Her good teeth smile was winding down
Engine sputters ghosts out of gasoline fumes
They say you had it, but you sold it
You didn’t want it, no
I’m half drunk on static you transmit
Through your
True dreams
Of wichita
(freestyle verse)
Punch it
I got, uh, fed
I got, uh, too much things on bounce, uh, my head
I got to burn ’em up
I got to burn ’em up now
I got to go uptown, uptown
I got a thing
I got a little bit pushed
Got to stand on the corner and bellow for mush
I got a bomb
I got a baby bomb bomb
Got to stand on the corner and bellow for my friend tom
I got a thing, I got to thing it
I got to thing--team
I got to run my side
True dreams
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Gas station neon sign, orange and white
winks an eye and it whispers 'Goodnight'
drunk on the train to Chicago, I feel alright
half-pint of dewar's white label still half full
the train lurches left, lurches right
drunk on the train to Chicago, I feel alright
I left a New York
of gas bills and cigarette burns
wasted days of whiskey
and as the world turns
Train driver, hit the gas, shovel coal, move your ass
we've got a schedule to keep
drunk on the train to Chicago, I fall asleep
And in my dreams, we're careening drunk
down the streets of my hometown
the man in the moon is on benzedrine
and everybody's spinning round
Bells ring and lights flicker
old girlfriends, good liquor
hold my hand all through the night
drunk on the train to Chicago,
I feel alright
I feel alright
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