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Purple
02:38
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When you wear those purple underwear
I need to know
May I stop and stare?
We’ve been spending a lot of time away
And I wonder if you even fucking miss me at all
Time drips by like sand in the hourglass
Time passes
Another month goes by, alas
You’ve such a beautiful figure
And I just had to say
When you wear those purple underwear
I need to know
Do you mind if I stare?
When these stupid games we play are done
We will look back and say it was fun
Could you keep a secret?
Could you take it to your grave?
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2. |
A Dash of Kindness
00:30
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3. |
Cherry Ellen
02:46
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Cherry Ellen
She kept her nose clean
And ate her vegetables
She dug poetry
And dancing in the rain
Save a seat for me
Seattle here we come
We’re never going to leave
A welder came along
Driving a silver bird
And they had so much fun
As they went spelunking
Save a seat for me
Seattle here we come
We’re never going to leave
Oh, my favorite time
Of the evening
Is going by the air, the moon, the stars
Take to realize how lucky we are
Better watch your back
The demons of fate are around the corner
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5. |
A Tall, Dark-Haired Girl
03:16
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A tall dark-haired girl
I want a tall dark-haired girl
Who plays guitar
To sing me a lullabye
And take me far away from here
Away from all my fear
I want a tall dark-haired girl
To promise me
That she’d never leave
And always be my saviour
If the world becomes too much
I want a tall dark-haired girl
Who knows why
But doesn’t care
Nonchalantly smiling
As it begins to rain
I want a tall beautiful girl
To love me for who I am
With graceful hands that calm me
Just like an angel
I want a tall dark-haired girl
With empathy
Who knows why react
So violently
And not scold me
If I’m loose with my words
I want a tall dark-haired girl
To tell me I’m
Needed her life
And not just sigh
When I say
I love you all the time
Take me away
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6. |
Merlin Waves His Wand
03:11
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7. |
Short One Daughter
02:46
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Short One Daughter
Awakened late last night
To the sound of sirens
And a bright light
Not a good kind of night light
Should’ve taken it easy with the nightlife
And the morning comes short of one daughter
With one over-concerned father
Just trying to phone all his daughter’s friends
Trying to put the pieces together
-but, wait now
There’s an unexpected call
“Weather is so bad in the fall,”
Came a calm and collected voice
And he knew his life was over
He never even noticed when she was around
Now he can’t bring himself to take her pictures down
It’s irony, but I like it
If God was alive then would he give a shit?
Would he even take the fall for it?
It’s blasphemy that he’s singing
Take a picture it’ll last forever
So self-assured he’d be without her never
Ever-knowing
Irony strikes again
He never even noticed when she was around
Now he can’t bring himself to take her pictures down
It’s irony, but I like it
If God was alive then would he give a shit?
Would he even take the fall for it?
It’s blasphemy that he’s singing
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8. |
Church
00:29
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9. |
Before You Go
04:01
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Before you Go
I’ve been waking up thinking I was holding you
I could kick myself for thinking it is possible
We’re diametrically opposed
Enemies I suppose
You live your head
You say you wish that you were dead
You don’t even give a shit
So why the fuck am I writing this?
Why the fuck am I thinking this?
Why are we drawn
To the ones we hate the most?
Made bitter ghosts
Laying on the phone
The conversation’s cold
The conversation’s cold
But, if you take your life
I’d understand hope you know
But, if you take your life
Kiss me goodbye before you go
Some fucker broke your heart
Unbearable to part
Packed some bags and ran away
Devotional you stay
Like puppies lost in alleyways
I’m such a hypocrite because I feel the same way
Why do we do this to ourselves?
Thinking never helps
And writing stupid motherfucking songs
Maybe one day you’ll get the nerve
To put that knife to your wrist
And end it all poetically
You’re genetically inclined
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10. |
Smoking Cheap Cigarettes
00:42
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11. |
Teenage
03:14
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Teenage
Why did I even show up?
I don’t even know a single person here
So I guess I’ll sit this one out
“What’s your name again?
Have some vodka!”
“No thanks, I have to drive home tonight.
Thanks anyway.”
Across a dim room
You make contact
With a girl you swear you knew in highschool
She’s still beautiful
She’s got a beer in one hand
Sexy, mischievous
No, not her too
I won’t admit to
What you say you think I did
You’re just another teenage kid
I won’t admit to
What you say you think I did
You’re just another fucking kid
This seat becomes a watchtower
A room full of people and I’m still alone
What’s wrong with me?
You think you reach that certain age when
You don’t have to feel so out of place
And it never fucking comes
I won’t admit to
What you say you think I did
You’re just another teenage kid
I won’t admit to
What you say you think I did
You’re just another fucking kid
Promiscuous teens
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12. |
Bluesman
01:07
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13. |
Necropolis Lost
03:33
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14. |
One In Four
03:00
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One in Four
The odds are one in four
We’ve all been there before
Stringy hair and a locked door
With hand over mouth
You vomit milk and eggs
She grabs you by your hair
I’m the elephant prodded in dark rooms
Concrete is to blankets
What hatred is to fears
False hope in relensing
A reservoir of tears
And when I see that store
On the corner I say
I swear to God if I find that woman
I’m going to rip her ovaries out
And make her eat them
And when she does I’m going to laugh
Like the sadistic fuck she made me become
Do you feel like taking off a day
To kill everyone?
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Here we go, we’re just like the MC5
Like thirty years ago
On the cover of the magazine
Everything’s bullshit and retro
The votes are in
For the ultra-trendy band of the year
Got to make sure
Your pants are real tight
They fit real nice
Here we go, we’re four guys from New York
On the cover of spin magazine yeah
Pants are real tight
Got tobacco stains on our teeth
They ain’t white
The votes are in
For the ultra-trendy band of the year
Got to make sure
Your pants are real tight
They fit real nice
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