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we're gross
01:23
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There's a show tonight
And I'm thinking about going this time
Can't lie it's been a while for me
To take up any ride, to give you any lie
Religion it speaks of temple bodies
But fine feels like a cemetery
Nothing memorable for the worms to feed
Nothing memorable for the worms to eat
I need the noise, laughter like chrome
Caliber of lights than to stay at home
Never a good dancer, always danced alone
Never a good dancer, always danced alone
Pretty love you want to take this charm about
This ghastly knockdown drag-out
Did you think you could actually reach me
Baby, did you really think you could climb my lime tree
I need the noise, laughter like chrome
Caliber of lights than to stay at home
Never a good dancer, always danced alone
Never a good dancer, always danced alone
I need the noise, laughter like chrome
Caliber of lights than to stay at home
Never a good dancer, always danced alone
Never a good dancer, always danced alone
I was never a good dancer, always danced alone
I was never a good dancer, always danced alone
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3. |
feelin' lonely tonight
03:25
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While next to warmth of someone else's head
Are you thinking about me in your bed
Worthless as the things lovers said
It crumbled like ash when they were fed
Are you feeling lonely tonight
I'm certain the next one after me
Will get it extra sweet and rather easy
You'll tell them exactly how you feel
And they might just cherish you for being real
Are you feeling lonely tonight
Are you trying to forget about me
Standing in the doorway I used to key
Remember how long it took for us to leave
Hiding my brain with smiles that I teeth
Are you feeling lonely tonight
Has someone licked your wounds of memory
Regurgitating the illusions you had of me
I've said nothing but roses of you and sensibilities
Of my experience of you, feeling everything
Are you feeling lonely tonight
Are you feeling lonely tonight
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4. |
sleepy dude
02:05
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5. |
a part
04:00
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I have sore by my eyes
From being double-down in bed
After waking and you're not there
When I lift my head
How I wish, I wish with every cell
That I could be a part of your plan
Autonomy for me has been hell
And it's not enough to be a lovin' man
A smile that could cut through
Such a dark world just for me
But I suppose your pretty face
Could be made for most anybody
How I wish, I wish with every cell
That I could be a part of your plan
Autonomy for me has been hell
And it's not enough to be a lovin' man
How I plea my surrounding arms
Could stop the pain again
But I don't have much to my name
No fortune or fame, just a play in your game
How I wish, I wish with every cell
That I could be a part of your plan
Autonomy for me has been hell
And it's not enough to be a lovin' man
Far in the places you'll roam
No one there to watch you grow
For I was a fun stone to throw
A friend you were ready to let go
Far in the places you'll roam
No one there to watch you grow
For I was a fun stone to throw
A friend you were ready to let go
Far in the places you'll roam
No one there to watch you grow
For I was a fun stone to throw
A friend you were ready to let go...
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6. |
else
03:59
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My love, my love
You had great expectations
After all I'd try to help
But you wanted me to be someone else
Dirty towels, messy bed
Bodega hot sandwiches fed
You didn't mind those days
Avoided the roommate you'd hate
You never came to me, did you
Just a cold room to use
This place I'd pay for rent
It was no fan fort
Wasn't it so damn convenient
I'm tired of feeling so hurt
You say it's the same for you
But I'm the one not worth it
Do you know how it felt
To be expected to be someone else
There's a gaping hole in my soul
Stained with falling leaves from willows
Trying to fill this ditch to seem whole
But the void reappears where blood used to fall
I look into the bathroom's mirror at my face
Practice my smile in this hiding place
No one will ever know of my case
How I comfort myself with mantra
Before I walk into
the world to
brace
Ain't it a shame to love someone
Want them to change into whatever they wanted
Admire how they are as your heart melts
But they only saw you as someone else
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7. |
the crunch
03:43
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Too much
too little
or not enough
too fat
too thin
or nobody
laughter or
tears
or immaculate
non-concern
haters
lovers
armies running through streets of blood
waving winebottles
bayoneting and fucking virgins
or an old guy in a cheap room
with a photograph of Marilyn Monroe
many old guys in cheap rooms without
any photographs at all
many old women rubbing rosaries
when they'd prefer to be rubbing cocks
there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movements of
the hands of a clock
there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it blinking in neon signs
in Vegas, in Baltimore, in Munich
there are people so tired
so strafed
so mutilated by love or no
love
that buying a bargain can of tuna
in a supermarket
is their greatest moment
their greatest victory
we don't need new governments
new revolutions
we don't need new men
new women
we don't need new ways
wife-swaps
waterbeds
good Columbian
coke
water pipes
dildoes
rubbers with corkscrew stems
watches that give you the date
people are not good to each other
one on one.
Marx be damned
the sin is not the totality of certain systems.
Christianity be damned
the sin is not the killing of a God.
people are just not good to each other.
we are afraid
we think that hatred means strength
we think that New York City is the greatest
city in America.
what we need is less brilliance
what we need is less instruction
what we need are less poets
what we need are less Bukowskies
what we need are less Billy Grahams
what we need is more
beer
a typist
more finches
more green-eyed whores who don't eat your heart
like a vitamin pill
we don't think about the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone
untouched
unspoken to
watering a plant
being without a telephone that will never
ring
because there isn't one.
more haters than lovers
slices of doom like taffeta
people are not good to each other
people are not good to each other
people are not good to each other
and the beads swing and the clouds cloud
and the dogs piss upon the roses
and the killer beheads the child like taking a bite
out of an ice cream cone
and the ocean comes in and out
in and out
under the direction of a senseless moon
and people are not good to each other.
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8. |
lukewarm receptions
02:44
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Does it have to be this hard to part ways
Holding onto one last final gaze
Greedily clasping that bitter embrace
Oh how comfortably warm it was until its decay
Even though it's over we could still be friends
But do I have the dignity to pick up your pieces again
With good grace you turn to your future days
Unescorted by bushing me up a hilly bay
No more lukewarm receptions when we'd lay
No more wearing happy masks of paper-mache
Even though it's over we could still be friends
But do I have the dignity to pick up my pieces again
I walk down the streets we used to play
Leaving you to your life I knew by the cafe
Where you'll inhale the smoke of my burnt up name
And I'll be compared to everyone who has ever brought you pain
I'll be compared to everyone who has ever brought
I'll be compared to everyone who has ever brought
I'll be compared to everyone who has ever brought you pain
Pain
Pain
the pain...
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9. |
tucked in tomato soup
02:24
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Oh sweet little bee do you see
Something in me appealing
This bruised fruit of over-drinking
Is my soul something you want to steal
You and I could have a little fun
Maybe go back to my place and play with my gun
Slip out a stupid joke wrapped in a pun
Who said this has anything to do with love
Is there a rippling wave between your thighs
Do you want to take this toy for a ride
If we whisper innocent little lies
I'm sure it'll be quite alright
Is there a wetness that won't squeeze too tight
With the right kind of eyes we'll see the morning light
You know I'll treat you just right
At least you have me for the night
My clever words are at a loss
I can be rather shy, but you're the boss
Unless I know for sure, and honey I do
Is this dry yearning fine for someone like you
A flirtation of brushing fingers, soft eyes
I desire to prove myself on more than one level
Give a cause to this quirky rebel
Is there a rippling wave between your thighs
Do you want to take this toy for a ride
If we whisper innocent little lies
I'm sure it'll be quite alright
Is there a wetness that won't squeeze too tight
With the right kind of eyes we'll see the morning light
You know I'll treat you just right
At least you have me for the night
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11. |
broken insides
04:49
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God is too far up to see us way down here
As I talked about nothing and movies
Than listening to you speak over your biggest fears
And I was a moron to think everything was working
Success doesn't mean very much to mean
Even though I'm proud of you, beauty makes me sigh
I didn't mean to mess it up this time
It's just the thing I do with these broken insides
I know suitors will surely go your way
And you'll try to share what we once made
Moral support or cute things to say
Hopefully they don't look past you for younger dates
Success doesn't mean very much to mean
Even though I'm proud of you, beauty makes me sigh
I didn't mean to mess it up this time
It's just the thing I do with these broken insides
I sadly understand why it was over the phone
You opened up, gave me everything and I was cold
But like you I was scared, a rescue, and alone
Everyday passes I think about dying
Because where is my home
I didn't mean to mess it up this time
It's just the thing I do with these broken insides
If you come back, reaching for what we had
Hugging your tears when you were sad
Silly-silly talks of our sound collabs
But it's gone, ain't that too bad
I'll miss calling someone my baby
But I don't want to be another maybe
What's the point in being a good lover
When there's no one, really no one to love
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Could you really hide your woes from me
Burdens you would shroud were clear to see
Wish it was another bad idle dream
Even obscured in skin-tight black you gleamed
Learning to forget, memories too fond
Like people, seasons change and moves on
Winter astray, searching for a home
Waiting for a name to pop-up in a phone
Speaking vacantly at me with that tone
Emotional marrow eating at your bones
Wasting in a bar for another show
Another line to toe, postures to bow
My moon I know it's hard to be alone
Karma's hungry sow, sometimes lasts too long
Think you were getting warmer but was wrong
Waiting for your return like a dismal Chinese Tang
Smiles fake and cold as a Winter's pond
Calling to just another prosaic jawn
Easily disowned, so you got to be strong
happiness is a short sad song
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13. |
is this love?
04:30
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14. |
windowless room
03:25
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You and I in your windowless room
Together with no way to air out our gloom
Silent, in a peaceful shadow and hark
The sounds of my love sleeping close in the dark
Telling sweet lies from a close, yet distant dream
Words that cut deep but lead only to shallow streams
Like the one on our faces, like the one in our books
Tulips that bloomed too soon and fell into the brooks
What a chaotic windowless room
Nowhere for the genial sun to gloom
Unkempt, but somewhere to hid your costumes
And lovers that pass through this hollow tomb
Telling sweet lies from a close, yet distant dream
Words that cut deep but lead only to shallow streams
Like the one on our faces, like the one in our books
Tulips that bloomed too soon and fell into the brooks
But for now awake beside you, still sleeping sonorously
A face glowing in a calamitous world turning by me
Until you awake then it's all over, to take flight
Until your voice knives through my life to say good-bye
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I'm not angry anymore
Slouching a little less than before
Trying to move on and forget
Anything I thoroughly said
If only I could of been ordinary
But would you of seen me
Wish i could of taken back being angry
Or spoke up when you were comparing
I'm moving on, like you, to the next
Incandescence and be another ex
I'm still around for now, hiding the pain
I'm still around, surely for you it's the same
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