1. |
Cowboy's Death Scene
02:47
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in a field
on your couch
i am terrified
of it all
with bloody nose
or rabid mouth
i am terrified
of it all
in a dakota
or the south
i am terrified
of it all
and on a crooked path i will go
why worry about the pieces when you can instead worry about the whole
sleeping pills
bedroom swell
i am terrified
of it all
my grandfather died
and he went to hell
and i am terrified
of it all
rugrats in paris
kenan and kel
i am terrified
of it all
and on a crooked path i will go
why worry about the pieces when you can instead worry about the whole
ooooo
i am terrified of it all
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2. |
Rubberband
01:34
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i can feel it coming
coming inside
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listen to the words i have become
put them in the chorus of your song
trimming my nails as a nervous habit
you can hear it through the phone
it remains cold in the winter
and our government acts alone
yeah from far away
i hear you scream
over the loudspeakers
i hear you scream
expect salutations in the hall
take them with you; i will never call
you can bet on that i guarantee
something i'll steal that's always free
i'll spend some time just missing out
i’ll stay at home cultivate the drought
trimming my nails as a nervous habit
and i got down to the bone
and it pains me to continue
but i’m here in the unknown
and from far away
i hear you scream
over the loudspeakers
i hear you scream
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4. |
The Bull Tattoo
02:14
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when you gonna make it to the big times?
when you gonna come up a star
i know a lot of people who need it to sleep
but they won't ever get as far
as you
red white and blue
you were alive inside
but now you’re dead in a tomb
yeah you
in that earthquake mood
boundless talent;
bull tattoo
when you gonna make it out of portland?
when you gonna come down to LA
i know a lot of people who'd cry at the thought
that they could come from farther than further away
as you
know how to soothe
you will fit a groove
until 2002
yeah you
one day you might lose
the boundless talent;
the bull tattoo
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5. |
Bitter, Angry
04:05
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you
would love it
and i would be there
and it would hurt
you
you're bitter, angry
in a waiting room in des moines
i ignore your incoming call
no no no no
you
would sleep tight
and i would haunt you
in your prettiest dream
you
you're halloween scary
when we die like everybody else
we give back what we took for ourselves
no no no no
and sometimes the lights dim down
and i still see the frown on your pierrot face
sometimes you learn in your bedroom
that you don't love yourself anymore like you did when you were 8
sometimes you fall right through
the way we all think of you
and you are found in glass with your chuck taylors still on, they’re unclean
moms and dads and kids in strollers walk beside you in the breeze
no no no no
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6. |
Texas Apartment
01:51
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i had lost the light
during the day
forgotten the path
of my long way
drove many miles
stayed up real late
abandoned god
and took up fate
for you
for you
i let seasons pass
without a date
kept the thermostat
at 88
in my texas
apartment
in all i had
in violet
you; a copy of floyd's
the wall
you; an abandoned shopping
mall
for you
for you
i remained in jail
for 10 more days
i looked outside
and saw your face
opened my bag
in springtime rain
never put up
my christmas tree
for you
for you
i let seasons pass
and fade away
gave up caffeine
got failing grades
in classes
i’d departed
in engines
never started
you; everything that seems
so small
you; the parts that remain in all
for you
for you
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7. |
M
00:53
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i’d like to think new york
has something that no one’s got
and on that note, i think
it’s something that i’ll want
and i’d like to add that
one of these days i’ll get shot
piercing through my heart
and drafting up a clot
i’d like to think my hometown
carries a disease
something volatile that
brings you to your knees
making the pilgrimage
i’m wary of the fleas
that might end up being
the vector, the seed
i can imagine that
in something there’s a lot
and on occasion
i can think that there is not
well my bones can break
and my halo, it can rot
and might i add that
one day i’ll get shot
and the day before that day
is christmas eve
and the year is 2000
plus sixty three
yeah i’d like to think
that someday you won't leave
yeah i’d like to think
that someday you won’t leave
yeah i’d like to think
that someday you won’t leave
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9. |
Halloween Sound Effects
02:43
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it gets so hard
sometimes it hurts
sometimes things break apart
and combust in little bursts
sometimes your friends argue
and your self-confidence goes awry
and youre so scared of living
but youre too scared to die
and you can feel it in your bones
you can see it in your eyes
i find it entrenched in darkened corners
or in the bluest of skies
and at a point it becomes impossible
and i know and that’s alright
i'm so scared of living
but i'm too scared to die
i'm so scared of living
but i’m too scared to die
i’m so scared of living
but i think i’m gonna try
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10. |
Punching Bag
05:20
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sometimes i feel like a punching bag
seasons change and i stay like that
i’ll never speak up; i’ll never whisper in fact
sometimes i feel like a
punching bag
sometimes i feel like a punching bag
receive the impact to provide it back
one day that blunt force will inflict a crack
sometimes i feel like a
punching bag
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11. |
Mothership
04:21
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no smoking
it scares me
to death
an end
it would be
so nice to
sharply curve
around the bend
and glide on over
to your house
late at night
all alone
i see you
in the south
you and me
we aren't unknown
no smoking
when i feel guilty
and alive
and in shock
even when
there's nothing
left on the table
to talk
but you would keep
my stomach out
and searching
in the dark
it smokes me
yes it smokes me
because it
is so hard
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