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1. |
Ladies & Gentlemen
00:36
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2. |
Spaghetti Streetwalker
03:12
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Things here aren't so good
You'd leave if you could
You can't seem to find
One guy worth your time
The message on the telephone is some old flame
Back in town again and looking up your name
You meet him at the coffeeshop but he's the same
And you don't want to be the ball in his old game
You leave him with the tab, grab a cab and now you're rolling back the way you came
You don't have to sell your soul
You don't have to lose control
You don't have to do the things they want you to
You don't have to wait their tables, let the tables wait for you
Job where you can't think
Driving you to drink
Shift goes on too long
Boss thinks he's Don Juan
And everybody here has got a tale to tell
The kind of tale that people tend to know to well
You're running all around and yet you're bored as hell
Moving on before you get a chance to jell
You're living in a pumpkin shell and it's keeping you unwell
You don't have to sell your soul
You don't have to lose control
You don't have to do the things they want you to
You don't have to wait their tables, let the tables wait for you
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3. |
Balk
05:05
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the first chord's the favorite of everyone indeed
it rings of possibilities, of all the things you thought a song could be
of all your hopes and dreams
la dee dee dee dee dee
the next chord it dissapoints, it dissapoints like me
it heads in a direction, and it stifles other opportunities
of what the song could mean
la dee dee dee dee dee
and now i'm calling you, and it's a sunday, and i'm feeling like a whore
and now i'm telling you, things i've told you, about a thousand times before
the first time i kissed you we heard different things for sure
i thought it was a lovesong yeah, but a short one yeah, well you were hearing more
we both heard different chords
we're different that's for sure
and now i'm calling you, and it's a sunday, and i'm feeling like a whore
and now i'm telling you, things i've told you, about a thousand times before
well it's the last time that i'll hurt you i scream, at the top of my lungs
what the hell has happened to the way things used to be
when freedom meant much more than living harnessed gracefully
and i could tell you that i loved you and believe it faithfully,
dee dee dee dee
and now i'm calling you, and it's a sunday, and i'm feeling like a whore
and now i'm telling you, things i've told you, about a thousand times before
well it's the last time that i'll hurt you i scream, at the top of my lungs
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4. |
Clones
02:26
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He writes books and she buys pants
They listen to the television, go to the dance
She's looking for the hookup, he's looking for romance
He's giving her a look although he never had a chance
With the white girl listening to hip-hop
Driving on a Tuesday in her daddy's SUV
'Cause it's a white boy kicking it in flip-flops
Representing uptown chilly cooling cold like a G
Who's set to spread the lips, spread the seed, spread the word
That the private reserve won't be tapped by a nerd
He's out to set you straight what you thought that you heard
That the breaking of the pack had straight never occurred
And everywhere I look I see the same shirt
Talking 'bout BanaCrombie AberGap and Fitch on the one-two
And everywhere I go I hear the same song
Talking bout the Fat Pink ZeppeJimi DaveBob Crew
I'm thinking we're in trouble 'cause unless I'm seeing double
We've been slowly taken over by clones
Did you ever stop and wonder if the world is going under for the
Sake of keeping up with the Joneses
Fucking up the timing 'cause we never got the rhyming
I've been stealing all my riffs from the Stones
The world'll start burning when the tables stop turning
I can feel it in the back of my bones
The wood grain of the windowpane
Has been covered up with siding to protect it from the rain
The driveway begins at the end of the drain
'Cause the houses in my neighborhood they all look the same
We come home at six, scratch the heads of our pets
Crack a beer and watch the news and that's as good as it gets
Feed the kids, fuck the wife, pay the credit card debts
If there's more to life than this we haven't found it yet
But we go to the office and we go to the church
And we go to the pusherman to help us with the search
'Cause we wanna stop dying the life we could be living
Jocking cock with Deepak, Doc Spock and David Niven
Only everywhere I go I see the same shirt
Talking 'bout the Perry Farrah Lauren Prada Chaps on the one-two
And everywhere I go I hear the same song
Talking 'bout the smooth flat jazz of FM 102
I'm thinking we're in trouble 'cause unless I'm seeing double
We've been slowly taken over by clones
Did you ever stop and wonder if the world is going under for the
Sake of keeping up with the Jones-es
Fucking up the timing 'cause we never got the rhyming
I've been stealing all my riffs from the Stones
The world'll start burning when the tables stop turning
I can feel it in the back of my bones
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5. |
Anodyne
03:52
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Did you come here to say, I was too much play
Or did you come to explain, that life’s no game
Or did you think in your head, that life should be bled
Well I’ve already read those lines and more
And I decline, to undermine my time, here dying in the sand
I’d rather be up in the sky
And I insist, that this sweet tryst I’m in, will give me room to fly, and kiss
From the other side
How did you handle my soul, did you need control
And when you looked in my mind, only anodynes
And did you leave what I fed, did you eat what I shed
Well I’ve already read those lines and more
And I decline, to undermine my time, here dying in the sand
I’d rather be up in the sky
And I insist, that this sweet tryst I’m in, will give me room to fly, and kiss
From the other side
And my dreams, keep on falling down
And my dreams, keep on falling down
But my dreams, keep on falling down, they’re falling down, they’re falling down
And I decline, to undermine my time, here dying in the sand
I’d rather be up in the sky
And I insist, that this sweet tryst I’m in, will give me room to fly, and kiss
From the other side
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6. |
Blood on the Frets
04:03
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Just another westside story
A California kid out to drink himself to glorious excess tonight
I'm dressed to fight, and maybe get my shit together if it sets just right
'Cause I've been walking like a hawk with too much on my mind
Staring at the clock and taking what I can find
To let the tension increase I need a tension release
To find some quiet for my head and not to mention some peace
So it's a no tie, bringing Y.O.B. affair
People getting stupid and forgetting their cares
It's just a Saturday scene, you know what I mean
I find some people in the crowd to stick myself in between
Soft-spoken, pot-smoking through the broken-down curls
But I never hit my stride with the southern-fried girls
This one's got a sun dress, the other's got pearls
Nice and easy on the eyes but never rocking my world
And now I'm homebound thinking 'bout a girl that I shouldn't
Start to write a letter though I told myself I wouldn't
Pine away for her, I'd pray for her, if I thought there was a God
Who'd let me stay with her
Did she get my last tape, did she think it was great
Did she kick herself again for not remaining my mate
Or did she throw it away, get on with her day
And cuddle up against a lover in the usual way
My eyes are wet, there's blood on the frets
And something's telling me that this is good as it gets
Until the next go-round, I've got to slow down
Or I'll be just another topic for the talk of the town
I got a brand new cell, but it's the same old hell
I'm just a walking sack of sorrow with a story to tell
But in a city of shit, who's got the patience to sit
And watch a broken-hearted emissary throwing a fit
The bile rising up in my throat's straight acidic
My record with the women like Ted's at Chappaquiddick
It's the wrong track, but you can never go back
And now I'm down and out the mission with a head full of flak
It's holding me upright, but making me uptight
And bouncing out my speakers so it's keeping me up nights
I'm broken in two but what the fuck can I do
I try to clear my mind but only find I'm thinking of you
'Cause while the lovers make love in moonlit parks
I'm drinking Heineken and playing with myself in the dark
I like to think that you're mine, and everything's fine
That I could take you home tonight and not be way out of line
My eyes are wet, there's blood on the frets
And something's telling me that this is good as it gets
Until the next go-round, I've got to slow down
Or I'll be just another topic for the talk of the town
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7. |
Or Something
02:55
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I never want to be strangers again, she says
There are tears in her eyes
And later on when I’m all by myself,
There are tears in mine
We sell our love like it was fresh lemonade
We yell as cars go by
Run up to strangers and we tug at their coats
And plead with them to try
But you, you’ve taken all of my dreams
And melted them to stone
And you’ve skipped them across the water and they’re gone
But you, you gave me nothing at all
But hope when I was weak
And now you’re gone, I played along, and I’m alone
Growing up is just betraying ourselves
We do it all the time
A year ago I was in love with a girl,
Now she’s gone I’m fine
Well here we are together
Well here’s our favorite song
We talked about forever, yeah,
Well maybe that’s too long
But you, you’ve taken all of my dreams
And melted them to stone
And you’ve skipped them across the water and they’re gone
But you, you gave me nothing at all
But hope when I was weak
And now you’re gone, I played along, and I’m alone
And I’m alone, she left me
And I’m alone, tired and weak
And I’m alone, it’s raining, and I’m wondering if I’m happy
Well I’m alone, talk to me please,
And I’m alone, breathe me in deep
And I’m alone, ask me to leave, let’s go grab a beer or something
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8. |
Annie Dan
02:52
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And if I knew more about fabric I'd be better able to describe your dress
I just remember it was blue and it made you stand out from the rest
And we were sitting on a beach somewhere
You had flowers in your hair
The sun was sinking down into the sea
And though we must have talked for hours I can't remember what was said
As all the words I should have used on you kept bouncing 'round my head
You know I tried so hard to be so cool
Tried harder still not to play the fool
'Cause something told me we were meant to be
But like most things of flesh and bone you had to slip away
Somehow I wasn't meant to have you then, not even for a day
I tore my heart and skin out thinking about you,
Suffered through a life lived without you,
Hoping you'd come back when it was time
But it'll be a cold day in August by the time I know what's going on
And while the meantime weighs upon us I can act like nothing's wrong
I'll just keep spitting lyrics into the rain
'Til the fates say I can see you again
And we can maybe make up for lost time
The problem with my heart is I can't keep the thing in line
I'll spend an afternoon beside you and I'll need to make you mine
I wish that there was something I could say
To make you stay but that's just the way
It works sometimes and I won't shed no tears
'Cause it'll be a cold day in August by the time I know what's going on
And while the meantime weighs upon us I can act like nothing's wrong
I'll just keep spitting lyrics into the rain
'Till the fates say I can see you again
And we can maybe make up for lost time
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9. |
CHBB
05:12
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Well you started off, you were flying in the air
Drunk without a care, on the love of somebody out there
And your heart did pound, every time you’d hear the sound
Of your true love queened and crowned, and the flowers were smelling like heaven
There were walks in the park, there were kisses in the dark
And proverbial sparks, that always precede failure
And your heart did fly, and your soul was telling lies
And you never asked why, this couldn’t all last, forever
And there were, granted wishes and heartbreaking bitches
And a world too inanimate to grab you by your britches and say
That you don’t ever want to be in love, again
There were days in the sand, we just kissed and held hands
Dreamed utopic foreign lands, where we’d live together, forever
And time was a blur, punctuated with a stir
It was always cause of her, and always was never enough
You start thinking about, all the times you’ve spent without
It begets a seed of doubt, in the clockwork peach in your soul
And your memories bleed, and your pulse is gaining speed
All these thoughts are a disease, and poetry’s one of the flesh
And there were, granted wishes and heartbreaking bitches
And a world too inanimate to grab you by your britches and say
That you don’t ever want to be in love, again
Now the world seems strange, all your thoughts are rearranged
And you’re feeling quite estranged, oh I hate remembering vacation
Now you’re distorting pictures and dislodging fixtures
And creating mixtures of truth and reality
And your heart’s palpitating, as your world’s disintegrating
You begin to start hating, the things that make life life
And every time you dream of better
All you end up getting is worse
And the ability to truly see the changes in your life
Could be the ultimate encompassing curse
But intrinsically humanity cannot end on such tragedy
So here it is the silvery verse, oh I must sing
That there are prom night dresses and fairytale princesses
And a world too inanimate to openly confess all its sins
Love’s the...
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10. |
Hostage
04:53
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The people here are crazy
They're trying to bring me down
But I can't let them faze me
I will not leave this town
They're trying to get in here
But they don't have a key
The windows and the walls here
Are big enough and thick enough
To keep them from me
Come inside and set you free
Taking you hostage
Was easy in my dreams
But now that you've lost it
It's harder than it seems
Take me away
The night before the morning after
Is always darker than it seems
You recognize the patterns
But you don't know what they mean
And if I had a handle on you
I'd carry you from here
And if I had a handle I would
Turn back the gears
Give myself another year
Taking you hostage
Was easy in my dreams
But now that you've lost it
It's harder than it seems
Take me away
I'm going to make you pay
For what you took away
You kicked away the chair
You broke me on a dare
And it's not fair, but no one cares
Tell me I'm the only one
Tell me you're still having fun
And tell me that the world is going to end
With not a whimper but a crash and burn
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11. |
Bobby D
04:34
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So you want to be a hero
Pull the trigger and you’re fast asleep tonight
So you want to be a hero
You’ve got the aces, better lay the cards down right
Tonight, Tonight, Tonight
Bank account is reading zeroes
You pull the money from beneath the floorboard hold
Walk to the mirror like Deniro
You flash your guns and then you wait for it to all
Unfold, unfold, it all unfolds
And now you’re running as the years flow
And now you’re waiting just to fall asleep to dream
Your head is humming and your ears know
And all you wanted was a chance to see it all
Explode, explode, it all explodes
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12. |
Spin Cycle
04:09
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Told myself I wouldn't say a word
Wouldn't lose my head over the things I'd heard
Take it like a man and get along
Make like I don't notice everything's gone wrong
And you, you're taking me for a spin
Tell me this is not about him
You lead me on a bit too long
But someday I'll be gone for good again
Nothing I can do to make you feel
Lips are getting colder every kiss I steal
Used to be I fit you like a glove
But I don't want your body if he's got your love
And you, you're taking me for a spin
Tell me this is not about him
You lead me on a bit too long
But someday I'll be gone for good again
Everything is telling me to run
Get myself a ticket, let you come undone
Blood like Mississippi in my veins
Both sides overflowing and it looks like rain
And you, you're taking me for a spin
Tell me this is not about him
You lead me on a bit too long
But someday I'll be gone for good again
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We write and perform music in exchange for food.
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