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Roadkill & Cigars
05:10
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I was lost in my role
I got rust on my soul
I'm a ten dollar king, on parole
she's a doll with a gun
I'm the fifteen bullet son
show me the way show me the way show me the way
you see her eyes, her candy lies
welcome to the desert life
we got chained, to a game
nights in sacred cellophane
dressed in dust, dressed in nothing but a name
she drank fuel from the car
we ate roadkill and cigars
I put her hair in all the strings of my guitar
spiked the veins of the road
sold our hearts, mad for gold
we got love, we got dogfights, we got old
split the sky, like a knife
on our ten day overdrive
we're gunning down this burning circus of a life
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Charlotte
03:40
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I'm hiding in the air
so close to heaven
forgot I didn't care
you still remind me of a face I never wear
think that's fair?
the key is staring into all of natures daring moves
watch your moves
I'm circling the sky
so close to heaven
forgot I didn't die
you're just a shadow of a face but who am I?
don't you lie
It's only over you have found your four-leaf clover now
here and now
and I said now, and I play with my cigarette
I'm a thief and a spy
don't you play with that cigarette now
the failing of my breath is from the dust of the board-chalk
choking the words down drown cause I can't talk
think me unable, unstable
clean up the paint, it's blood on the sidewalk
it's only over you have found your four-leaf clover now
here and now
I hate to strive
I can't decide, which path to try
I'm rolling deeper down your spine
I'm not the one who put the poison in your wine
my valentine
you want the morning so I'll call the morning mine
that's iodine, iodine
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3. |
Catwalks (on the moon)
03:34
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don't stay with us, Mary
friends are out of style
we're the chain parade
we will walk you down the aisle
never say your sorry
truth is versatile
we're the gold blockade
we enslave you with a smile
raging static in your mind
this dramatic is divine
censors working overtime
revolutionary
catwalks on the moon
we're the masquerade
you will meet our maker soon
grace us with a steady
disregard in tune
choke a serenade
with a plastic silver spoon
and a ghost on the train of this dead wreck song
fame is desecrated
with polite decline
we got our soul on the cruise control with the name of a ticket home this time
fate just complicates it
silence as a sign
we're on a date with an interstate where the road is a part of the highway rhyme
raging static in your mind
charismatic is a crime
waste your metal on mankind
we will wait in the rain with fake jazz nickname
we will save your mind
we call apathy design
you'll be blessed by seven roses on your way home
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Cyanide
05:07
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my name is boy and I'm a guy
who likes his poisoned cyanide sky
I met this girl named free and we
we tried to see how pointless we could be
today she noticed we're just shadows on a card
I only laughed because I've known that from the start
my name is truth and I'm a lie
who'll leave a trainwreck when I die
my perfect shiny memory
was a band called hymns to disagree
we screamed out loud and tried to call each other art
I laughed and cried and than they left and broke my heart
every night, be good every night
I never meant to desecrate your graveyard
my name is boy and I'm a little bit afraid
of finding out love when I expect to find a train wreck full o' hate
I'll reveal myself I promise in the thirty-second try
I think some part of me is cyanide sky
today my picture's just a shadow on a card
that smile reveals that I have known that from the start
every night, be good every night
I never meant to contaminate this playground
little idol don't you weep, it only hits those that are deep
I know that you like this
so melt it in your heart
strip me of all I have and pride
I know that you care for this
you're spacing out in June
so take that smile
and leave the aging moon
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take it back, drink it black, give me coffee heartattack
the ghost of a toast is drinking sawdust in the back
all dressed up in a subtle composition
you detain your delay, kill an evening with cliché
it's a fact, the attack on my chest has been released
now all I need is napkins an espresso and a priest
grace my love with a simple definition
you could claim you obey to the man who got away
Andrew's goldfish stares at Jennifer
just a day and we'll dance with a minister
left some rockstar daydreams in a cage
let us drink them center stage
can't you read, says the sign, on a broken glass of rum
The running men, the riders and apocalypse could come
kiss me screaming with the voices of tradition
we could rain this parade, test our faith with a crusade
I play guitar in a band, due to popular demand
gods that buy me ice-cream want me wishing their command
I'd rather be the drummer but I missed the first audition
so I pick and I play, fill your evening with cliché
played it mean, played it fast, still we're dropdead middle class
inebriated cowboys want their blackouts in a glass
we went to shoot the Beatles, but were low on ammunition
so we drove for a mile getting coffee for a smile
all juiced up in a calorie collision
to counter malnutrition I'll be dining off the crowd
I don't like what I'm drinking, but it's rock'n'roll tradition
the music is a metaphor as long as you can stay awake
wild-eyed running away
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all just make their way
through the plastic pages of a book that's still unfinished
as they hope someone's able to read
all got trapped here in the story of their dreams
inflicting fatal frequencies
torpedoes drowned in a chemical grease
silent times will enter empty squares
procrastination's all around
prices drop -- families are better off
all objects are distorted
flickering on plasma screens
shocks and fuzz, the sharpest noise
the radio shouts benzedrine
is that just a shadow
or a man who's lost complete control
he will yell at the objects
all of you will now explode
oceans of silent times
between torpedo blasts and minds
noise is noise
but sound is truth
all the soldiers are confused
right!
now aim!
all objects
are game!
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7. |
Another World
04:59
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another world, a chocolate world
gorilla furniture, weddings in a jar
another world, a catchy girl
she laughs a lazy laugh, why is she so still?
another life, a porn king dies
a pack of pale guitars play paranoid parades
another world, she fakes her world
I saw the lights before
right here on the shore, don't worry
we're fine
she's faking affections for a monster in a book
and she knows that the author is a whore
she's chasing the bullfights back to me
they're in the air
she can't find us, find us no more
this is night and the night it is calling out
for you, you're always apart and
you can't say we're free
she's faking affections for a monster in a book
and she'll find
find us no more
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come, take our hand
this is meaningful ambition
we'll be running round in circles 'cause they're feeding us
come join the band on a mediocre mission
while we conjure up a cause that is leading us
fire up a flag
taste the renegade reaction
we'll be raining down like fireworks on Bleecker Street
celebrating bad meta-physical distraction
with an icecream and a bandaid and a window seat
anarchy in fashion sense
eloquenting decadence in me
a Dixieland Cobain is the Mozart of our nation
we'll be feeding broken records to the obvious
hell for heaven's sake is the soul of revolution
but it's over when you say that you are watching us
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Ally and his honey they are nothing alike
and the vultures keep on staring yet are waiting to strike
'cause when the liquor starts kicking and the chairs start to break
Ally tries to wash himself in cherry-chocolate shake
and the bartender looks like he's one of the Ratpack
the bum in the corner tries to live off a jetlag
by the bar there's a lawyer, destined to smell good
and Amy's still wondering what hit her in childhood
crowded days of laughter
no one smells disaster
Jody and Berretta
who can sell their disease
but they're kissing all the animals
yeah, somebody's pleased
it's the dice, the glass balloons
the warm-hearted gypsy's are faking their tunes
and the cardholder goes by the name of Alvaro
caught in the rain while chasing a barcode
he blocked all the B's from the bluesharp
and promised no more puny revolutions in C#
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a sailor's life
04:03
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and then a great storm sent hailstones
flashing through the windows and the sails
cables made of ivory
broke like the faces of dead pioneers in the mud
I held on to my bottle
the boys are yelling something
there's too much noise
bring a scarf
bring a light
on the cold side of life
fake a dream
make it seem
like the battery has died
with a pen in the rain
writing a sailor's life
november 18th
we found 283.655 brass coins
in an old wine barrel
spent it all in tony's bar
we picked a fight with a couple of french thugs
it was full moon
we only stayed in holland to drink coffee with mr. Angelo
he used to specialize in
pigeon skulls
eight-legged spiders
leather braces
tears for old ladies
rum for boys
chocolate for girls
monkeys, do your tricks
people, heed the pricks
that's how he was, mr. Angelo
he never turned his back
on crooks & jesters
handing out pieces of paper to old ladies
mr. Angelo
a cold wind blew wherever we sailed
we caught birds in africa
sold them in hong kong
we completely forgot
what land tasted like
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