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Burn You
Something is reaching me now
Something that lives in the dark of my mind
It's like a small thought is gone
it's like a millstone ground it to sand, and
Hey soothsayer listen up
You dont know who I am
Old friend what if you were right?
Don't wanna be that man
Never known to nap
Not gonna sleep it out
I wanna burn you
Yes, I wanna burn you down
I have a troublesome girl
She treats me like a parole officer
And she checks in from time to time
Always insisting everything is fine
And hey pitboss listen here
Don't up and throw me out
Oh darling back me up
Markers showing the route
Never known to nap
Not gonna sleep it out
I wanna burn you
Yes I wanna burn you
Japanese cowboys put their snowsuits on
I'm gonna burn you
Yes I'm gonna burn you down
Yes I'm gonna burn you down |
Diane
Down, and without grace
Well I searched you out
In every face
On the crowded, crooked blue streets.
I don't know how you put the ache in me.
And I confess I think it's natural
I slept in Memphis and
Woke up in Nashville, tonight.
Love you still, Love you Diane.
Every destinations waiting, Diane.
Every destinations waiting
Be, beautiful
You got to give it up
Don't stress no more
Don't struggle and speculate.
Don't push against your own weight.
And I confess I think it's just fine
I'm driving south of the waffle house line.
And I, made you mine, mine, mine
Made you Diane.
Every destinations waiting, Diane.
Every destinations waiting, Diane
Every destinations waiting, Diane
Every destinations waiting
Every destinations waiting |
Lorna Zauberberg
Wait for your train in my car by the station
On the wheel, my hands are burning from the cold
What do you dream as you doze against the window?
And will you tell the dream when you come home?
Virility is in the house of lesser than
And in breakfast we get by on charm alone
The sun beats down on immaculate beige carpets
And the plank of spoons bounce off the off-white wall
I flipped through the music that you left
All the old cassettes that lean against the wall
I ate all the peaches off the shelf
And I rearranged the cans into a poem
Vicious mobs of candy-ravers stalk the night
And methadonians sleep right where they stand
A weeping tranny is cradling a steak knife
And you're happily slugging Rob Roys with your man
I fold all the sweaters in the drawer
And I smelled your smell and I held one to my nose
Lay awake to the drizzle on window
As the swan neck of the fan sweeps back and forth |
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Nectarine
Oh, nectarine
You?re the one to coax the darkness out of me
Yeah, out of me
Oh, nectarine
You?re the one who showed the ghost to me
Don?t gaslight me
Oh, nectarine
Let?s run away from life and pass the can
Cash on demand
Oh, nectarine
Let?s burn and build and burn without a plan
Let?s ditch the van
Happiness is coming for you
Happiness is coming for you
When you sleep, when you?re dreaming
On your face what you?re feeling
Oh, nectarine
Are you free to lay the daylight out of me
Relentlessly?
Oh yes, I am
Yes, I truly am your true and trusted man
And we?re on the lam
Rising Up
I'll keep on rising up
Well I'll keep on rising up
Everyday, I'm rising up (x2)
Do you, want to get hurt?
Need to get ditched
Do you need to get let down?
Need some, one to boot you
Need to get dropped
Just to fool your true self out
I'll keep on rising up
Well I'll keep on rising up
Everyday, I'm rising up (x2)
You're like, trying to sleep off
A cocaine binge
In the weekday morning bed.
Chest is, like a freight train
But you're so tired
And the dread it looms ahead.
I threw my weight into the curves
you threw at me.
I ripped the rules up
Said I love you on day three
I'll keep on rising up
Well I'll keep on rising up
Everyday, I'm rising up (x6) |
Pleasure on Credit
Scratch less, stepped from the accident
Looking for a place near the path to rent
Champion time waster
Give up the claim, not chased nor chaser
Popped ya with a dull lead pencil
Dig up the dirt with a small utensil
Gotta do it on foot, not vehicular
Get a snack but I'm not particular
I'm not shy, I'm a player, shunner
Ronald Reagan and a space ray gunner
Raise the super eminence
Fell asleep in a video conference
Fat man, shit outta luck
Seek the favor of the muckity mucks
I got fun, fun persuasion
Smart girl, not the crazy one
Blast faster plaster postmaster
Go bleeker union aster
And Yes, I'm made of corn and wheat
Boots on, tramp on the street
Get lifted, yeah, I get lifted
Pleasure on credit
Get lifted, yeah, I get lifted
Chase the mermaid
Chase, chase the mermaid
Pleasure on credit
Get sad but don't get glum
Don't sleep slurpin' on the laudanum
Slutty fat girls in wedges
John Paul Jones, bustle in the hedge
Late night, cold rock thriller
Roll up the world like a pillar
My fluid is spinal
Yes, I'm better, yes, that's final
Cannot prove nor cannot jerk
Mellow man and men at work
Got the best of the new of the next iteration
Get together like a unification
Well, I'm a coaster, you're a flume
Yes, I blossom, yes, I bloom
Get wide because I'm spacious
Got words but not loquacious
I do not shimmy, do not sulk
Throw around your incredible bulk
Get lifted, yeah, I get lifted
Pleasure on credit
Get lifted, yeah, I get lifted
Chase the mermaid
Chase, chase the mermaid
Pleasure on credit
Get lifted, yeah, I get lifted
Get lifted, yeah, I get lifted
Chase the mermaid
Chase, chase the mermaid
Chase, chase the mermaid
Chase the mermaid
Chase, chase the mermaid
Chase, chase the mermaid |
Year Of The Dog
Time tells butterfat lies
Sweet lousy cupcakes of lies
I'll comply and I shall play along
I was born in the year of the dog
And the blue black tattoo, it crawled up my arm
Scribbled vines crawling my arm
[Incomprehensible] rose up and it cried an alarm
Sounded alarming alarms
And laid on the lawn and the dawns
Of the morning got warm
Queer fear in severe clear
Scrunch your fat face like a doll
I got made in a candy floss smog
I was born in the year of the dog
And I drove in my car where the hills stand to shore
Over and down to the shore
Then I threw out my dreams, so I'd dream them no more
Drown them and dream them no more
Then I sat and I stared at the waves
From my primer gray Ford
And I'm listless and lost and I cry all the time
Lost and I cry all the time
And I felt just the same, though I chuffed up a line
High but I felt just the same
And the steam from my cup, a girl loved
And it spelled out her name |