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200,000 mi
03:12
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sitting outside your bedroom door
with the lights put out and feet to floor
dancing halls to forty fifths
wearing summer's end on your chest
i would drive, two hundred thousand miles with you
i would drive, two hundred thousand miles with you
swimming wild in the sea of flakes
you're an apologist, impenetrable grace
pull the tabs from these plastic postcards
to keep our memories sake
i would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
i would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
i would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
i would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
this is a joke
this is a toast
this is a ghost
this is a hoax
this is a hoax
this is a toast
this is a joke
this is a ghost
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2. |
Cease Uncertain
02:03
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dived and swam to the ends of worth
held my words to undisclosed
keys and stones
for vagrant workers
twice as many
as the paper owes
i saw your brother steal a glance, at, me
hung all the trees and the party favors
margaliese and the silent creeps
straighten my teeth
and comb my pride
light all my burning misses
i'm running cease uncertain
drowning in these fountain crimes
chain-smoking with apostles of charm
trailing off into cold weed country
steep my neighbors with
incestuous talk
i'm livin close to electrical lines
i know the reasons we won't refrain
folks are keen with their crickets and hems
looking at me with monogamous eyes
straighten my teeth
and comb my pride
turn out my labels slowly
i'm running cease uncertain
down cause i've been really fucking up
straighten my teeth
and comb my pride
light all my burning dresses
i'm running cease uncertain
drowning in these fountain lives
straighten my teeth
and comb my pride
turn out my labels slowly
i'm running cease uncertain
drowning in these fountain crimes
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3. |
Credenza
02:07
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you've got your coat and heels
and cut your teeth from glass
turn out the spoken wheels
whoa oh ohhhh
whoa oh ohhhh
cut cut cut cut cut cut
you wrote your number on my tongue
and caught my hands in lies
smoking cigs from spokane
propel comedian writhes
i'm a meridial (---remedial!) drum
taking my cues in name
scaling the challenger shun
im a pentameter fray
whoa oh ohhhh
whoa oh ohhhh
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
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4. |
French Exit
02:00
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dirty up the band aids
curry up the stitches
from your fall
tell me im your dry phase
rearrange the fixtures
and the stalls
this is my surrender
no recourse
i'm a false apprentice
no divorce
ahhhhhh
hurry up and practice
all the makes of
lipstick and your lies
drown the factory
place mats
celebrate the trophies
and the scars
this is my surrender
no recourse
i'm a false apprentice
no divorce
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5. |
Olde Friends
02:10
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close the door and step into the frame
i know, i know that you've been scouring
you'll build an ark- hysterical and lean
collect calls and favors tempt
oh trend, has got the best of me
stolen from the courtesy
well olde friends turn to faceless agents
all dolled up in leisurely slang
oh what to do with us?
send my regards to the misses and all of the family trade
i am not an interest in your remote revelry change
my oh my how things have frayed
all holed up with tokens to the firing range
when i said i never never never never want to see you again
it was the only lie astray
you're a loose confederate of blame
wander trusting stall and spent
failure-safe and curtain back the flame
i know, i know that you've been wondering
how olde friends, they fold like new design
kindled form and trim retort
spike the punch
and designate a troubadour to wear all of your intent
send my regards to the misses and all of the family trade
i am not an interest in your remote revelry change
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6. |
Pills
01:29
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we could line the walls
with perfect paragraphs
still the exits are best described;
manic regiments and time continuum martyrs
in abraxas we are all in-tact
come on babe and crumble
in our canopy cascade
reading minds in my leisure lay
i could swallow pills til i'm pushin' daisies
on a monday, monday
skirt in with your mother
coming down from the rafters
im the panic in your pageant praise
storming the pariah
meant to lead in with dis-taste
all the mockery you set aside
come on babe and crumble
in our canopy cascade
reading minds in my leisure lay
i could swallow pills
til im pushin daisies
on a monday, monday
come on see me darling
i'm a mess in a party dress
im addressed to your stark ends
i could swallow pills til
the morning after
or next.
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7. |
Huntery Spokes
01:43
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i drift in nails of titans
and well regards
i wish i could read lips
and crash my carrrr
ohhhhhhh x 4
dig all the graves you can
with no impulse
you're reason's wit
garage insufferable
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8. |
Rug (All That I've Got)
03:25
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all that i've got
all that i've got is a rug
for you
x2
all the records that you know
all the words you throw around
all the lies that you perpetuate
all that i've got
all that i've got is a rug
for you
x 4
all the records that you know
all the words you throw around
all the lies that you perpetuate
this old rug has been rolled up
we've used every thread left
you could lay your head down
and go to sleep
this old rug's got everything
that you need
all that i've got
all that i've got is a rug
for you
x 4
all the records that you know
all the words you throw around
all the lies that you perpetuate
this old rug has been rolled up
we've used every thread left
you could lay your head down
and go to sleep
this old rug's got everything
that you need
all that i've got
all that i've got is a rug
for you
x 4
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Once there was a tall blonde
running to the market street
once or two my self in the row
trembling these streets, oh
why can't you see
what's happening to you?
why can't you see
what's happening to you?
i've got a million questions on your path
fill me up with reservations, i just clap
do you?
do you?
sleep until the next day
sleeping on buses
why
don't
you
know
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10. |
Sprpunk
01:38
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got a chrome bass
and a small face
we're the kids
shanghai'd in suburbia
hanging by the threads of our wine
memorizing (all the passage of time)
got a slow pace
and a posh space
we're the kids
crashed out and impervious
standing in the back of the line
cause you're friends are so remarkably fine
and this change is gonna set us awry~
got a new grand
and some trash cans
we're the kids
implied in perverse
harmonizing every trebly kind
when your mouth is an assembly line
so short cased in untimely grace
and i don't wanna comb my face!
new york in cold december
you won't pry the sleeves of pretender
taking all the gloves and the grime
polarizing all your Kerouac crimes
two cans cull amps in the bedlam
no nods to thee wed and the red one
when taxis have all gone to the sun
and passerby's so gently run
and i don't wanna run this race!
i don't wanna!
i don't wanna!
i don't wanna!
be on standby
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11. |
Washing Machine
03:28
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i don't wanna be bought out
i wanna ride this wave
and butt out
cause cigarettes go so well with coffee
and company as pretty as you
in that case
well, maybe after breakfast
we could dive in your bed and you give me
a back scratch
i'll do the tile
in the kitchen
the floors and the wall
i will get electrocuted
trying to fix the washing machine
i take the refrigerator
on my back
and i'll pave the driveway
23 times i've seen her face
it still gets bigger
but she just stood there laughing
thinking she was prettier than me! oh!
trying to fix the washing machine x 3
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