1. |
I was a young man
03:50
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Springtime in the darkest night of May
When I was in love
And the New Orleans moon
built mirages of castles in the rain puddles and dew
Our footsteps danced a stomp together
Love is a sickness
Splashing waves on our clothes make a dirty mess
A dirty mess -- we have made
I was a young man back then
I was a young man back then
Springtime in the darkest night of May
When I was in love
And the New Orleans moon
built mirages of castles in the rain puddles and dew
I was there for just one night
And I've been there ever since
Waking up, shaking for the lover
You're the one I can't forget
I was a young man back then
I was a young man back then
I was a young man back then
I was a young man back then
I was a young man back then
I was a young man back then
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2. |
Silence
02:55
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Running alive
Spirit survive
The spirit of Hell
Who creeps up behind
He is the blood
The blood sacrifice
The criminal mind
A quivering eye
Where is the ghost?
The ghost of your past
When you were a child
They cut you in half
Silence
Running alive
Spirit survive
The spirit of Hell
Who creeps up behind
He is the blood
The blood sacrifice
The criminal mind
A quivering eye
Where is the ghost?
The ghost of your past
When you were a child
They cut you in half
When you were a child
They cut you in half
When you were a child
They cut you in half
Silence
When you were a child
They cut you in half
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3. |
I wanna be on drugs
01:49
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I wanna do drugs
X marks the spot
Hank Aaron Boulevard
Gonna get me off
8787
Forty dollars ain't a lot
Gonna hit the mainline
X marks the spot
I wanna do drugs
X marks the spot
When am I gonna take over?
Cuz it's taking forever
Nipples harder than a peach pit
Click, click, click
Searchin for a lighter
X marks the spot
I wanna find the kingdom
I wanna be a racer
Just like Marco Polo
You know that I know
X marks the spot
I wanna live in the city
I wanna die in the country
Just like Echo Park
You know that I know
X marks the spot
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4. |
Stepping stones
02:44
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We are nothin but stepping stones
Won't ya step on me?
There's nothing I can give you that will better me
We are nothin but stepping stones
Won't ya step on me?
There's nothing I can do but I'm buyin'
We are nothin but stepping stones
We are nothing but we're trying to change the world
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5. |
Half past misory
02:59
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Half past seven are you dead or alive?
Kicking your chair
And I'm falling apart
Meet me somewhere
That's perfect for me
'Cuz being in the middle
Still stuck in between
I've given up thinking
That I am what's wrong
I've given up everything
To be uninvolved
I wish I could run away
to FLA
I wish I could be someone
someday
Half past Spokane, are you dead or alive?
Drinking and smoking
And I'm falling apart
Meet me somewhere
That's perfect for me
'Cuz being on the outside
Still in between
I've given up thinking
That I'm what's wrong
I've given up everything
to be uninvolved
I wish I could run away
To Portland sea
Everyone knows the liar I be
This is the song I write you
This is the way I hate, too
And this is the song I'd love to
Forget I need to thank you
I love hate!
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6. |
Ukia
01:33
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I'm your father
I'm your father
I'm your father
And I'm your everything
I'm the wonder
I'm the wonder
I'm the wonder
And I'm your everything
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7. |
Lowdown (WIRE)
02:17
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The time is too short
but never too long
to reach ahead,
to project the image,
which will in time become a concrete dream.
Another cigarette,
another day,
from A to B,
again avoiding C, D, and E,
cause E is where you play the blues.
Avoiding a death
is to win the game,
to avoid relegation,
the big E.
Drowning in the big swim,
rising to the surface
The smell of you
That's the lowdown
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8. |
Summer smoke
02:16
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Growing up on a mountaintop
Tar road tar lung its too hot
grabbing my chest at a country club
jennie is crying yeah she's a slut
candy canes melt in the snow
there's a god and he is old
handy andy just got a job
he's selling his sister in a parking lot
Sandy D says she's a bell
Tells my father to go to hell
Misquito bites and dirty talk
Ghosts of Indians we chopped up
summer some and the cigarette skies
summer some and the cigarette skies
summer some and the cigarette skies
summer some and the cigarette skies
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9. |
Japanese suicide
02:50
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Looking up at a mountaintop
Fog is closing in on us
Knife goes in
our giving up
Mother is quiet
Maple stump
Incense cones
Burning up
Arms are bound
Tying up
Knife goes in
When your giving up
Japanese suicide
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10. |
I'm coming after you
07:57
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I'm coming after you
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