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welcome home!
00:42
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alone in my room
02:35
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And alone in my room
I am the last of a lost civilization
And I vanish into the dark
And rise above my station
Rise, rise above my station
But I do wake you up, and when I do
You blaze down the hall and you scream
I'm in my room with the headphones on
Deep in the dream chamber
And then I'm awake and I'm guarding my face
Hoping you don't break my stereo
Because it's the one thing that I couldn't live without
And so I think about that and then I sorta blackout
Held under these smothering waves
By your strong and thick veined hand
But one of these days, I'm going to wriggle up on dry land
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return of the exile
01:35
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i meant to leave the house this morning
and begin making my way toward where you are
i meant to leave the house this morning
i made it halfway across the front yard
but the plum tree hung heavy in my head
and the plum tree hung heavy in my heart
and the plum tree hung heavy over me
so i tore off to the phone
to call you and tell you something, but i couldn't remember what
because through the clean, clean windows
I saw the plum tree's leaves, as red as fresh blood
and the plum tree hung heavy in my head
and the plum tree hung heavy in my heart
and the plum tree hung heavy over me
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He hit me right in the face
I drove the-
Big, big plans hatching in my brain
And a big ugly lump in my throat
I drove up to Harvey Mudd and I played pinball
Till I didn't want to kill anyone
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waving torches
02:05
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When the villagers come to my door,
I will hide underneath the table in the dining room
Knees drawn to my chest
When the villagers come to my door,
I will breathe shallow breaths from high up in my stomach
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Waiting for the front door to splinter
Waiting all winter
When the villagers come to my door
I'll be all tucked away with my face to the floor and my eyes closed
And no one knows how to keep secrets 'round here,
they tell everyone everything soon as they know
And then where is there left for poor sinners to go?
Waiting for the front door to splinter
Waiting all winter
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I think something's wrong with me
I think something's wrong with me
I think something's glued down wrong, maybe permanently
Maybe it's the things I never learned how to do
Maybe it's the things I learned to do real well
Maybe it's the Irish whiskey that I like to drink
Maybe it's the California Zinfandel
But I think something's wrong with me
I think something's glued down wrong, maybe permanently
I'm gonna tell you once; you oughta listen
If you came here for comfort, you came to the wrong place
I've got a strong stomach and a murmur in my heart
I got a tremor in my hand, muscle twitches in my face
And I think something's wrong with me
I think something's snapped on wrong, maybe permanently
Yep!
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My thirst carried me up the coast
Where it only got sharper, god damn it
In a small room that got even smaller
A block away from Wilamette
There was nowhere I needed to go
And nowhere I wanted to be
And my window looked out upon nothing
And nothing looked right back at me
I had a couple of things on my mind
A couple of problems to think through
And I drank 'till I couldn't see straight anymore --
Until there was nothing to drink to
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wolf by the ear
01:59
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We sprawl out on the bed or we lean against the wall
Down among the dregs out where the yellow spiders crawl
The telephone is broken and the drapes have all been closed
Hands up, who doesn't know exactly where this story goes
I'm gonna kill everybody in this room
I'm gonna kill everybody in this room
Let's have a little music on this hazy afternoon
Let's hope the tension in here finds its resolution soon
Radio on the windowsill, old white moon above
God watches over children and he cares for fools in love
I'm gonna kill everybody in this room
I'm gonna kill everybody in this--
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'36 hudson in the garage,
all sorts of junk in the unattached spare room,
dishes in the kitchen sink,
new straw for the old broom,
friends who dont have a clue,
well meaning teachers,
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floor two foot high with newspapers,
white carpet thick with pet hair,
half eaten gallons of ice cream in the freezer,
fresh fuel for the sodium flares,
I write down good reasons to freeze to death
in my spiral ring notebook,
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hand ball
02:04
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I am the dry meat that fills the mouth
I am the fire that burns without wood
I am evil forest
I kill a man on the day that his life seems sweetest to him
I did not come to play hand ball
I did not come to play hand ball
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all of that blood!
00:43
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The frequencies that I received were so pure
That I almost believed that the sight of the hole in your skull
Was a thing that my heart could endure
Ah, the blood!
All of that blood
All of that warm blood flowing freely from you
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young caesar 2000
01:35
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When I was twelve years old, they put me on the throne
When I was twelve years old, they made me king
From the ocean south of here to the northern hemisphere
They gave me everything
Now I'm thirteen, and no one takes me seriously
Now I'm thirteen, and they're trying to take away control
I don't know how stupid you all think I am
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five moves of doom
02:20
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the room was unbearably hot
flowering plant that hung from the radiator pipe
it was dripping sweat from its rapidly fading petals
and to the humming world in which I was living
a crescendoing stepping sound came in
heard you stepping over three weeks' worth of newspapers
piled up outside the door
I hear you knocking
come in
turn on the radio
turn up the volume
you sat down in the same place where you used to sit
it brought back a memory or two
I may not know much any more, but I remember you
you were quiet for a while and that was nice
then you came along with your questions
always questions
I don't have any answers to those particular questions
I hear you talking
shut up
turn on the radio
turn up the volume
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alles valt
01:38
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My hand brushes against the lock of hair that hangs down past your ear to your jaw
My hand brushes against the lock of hair that hangs down past your ear to your jaw
It's real neat, the moment's sweet but it's all wrong
And we're pictures of decency when we wave goodbye outside
We're pictures of decency when we wave goodbye outside
Yeah, I'm the model of composure out there
But you oughta see me shaking later on
My brain gets flooded six hours later
My brain gets flooded over six hours later
Rivers run with pictures of you as I stare up at the blood red moon
Lying out front on the lawn
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--garden, all in full bloom
And I thought I heard the traces of an old song murmuring in the room
Like a half-remembered conversation, but I let it fall away
And then I could not remember
I honestly could not remember
And a package came for you today, from the Hunan province
The postmark burning jet black in the summer sun
Someone was losing, someone was losing something very very dear to him
And I turned around to face you
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I am wearing
A white long-sleeve button-down
The pink colors behind the clouds tonight
Mirror the softer shades of your nightgown
As the neurotransmitters go crazy inside of me
You swear you're leaving town
Empty promises
Empty promises
I am watching
The way the wind seems to pass straight through your body
When you run your fingernail along my neck
And you spill some water on me
You say you're as good as gone
Well, don't look now, but here comes the dawn
Empty promises
Empty promises
Empty promises
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17. |
home lights
02:13
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Will I see you there when that final trumpet blows?
Will I see you there when that final trumpet blows?
If I don't see you there, I will run a comb through my hair
And I will wait, I will wait, I will wait
Will you walk on in when the angel summons you?
Will you walk on in when the angel summons you?
If I don't see you go, I will let the minions flow
And I will wait, I will wait, I will wait
Down in Dealey Plaza, the tourists mill about
Down in Dealey Plaza, the tourists mill about
And I am far from where we live, and I have not learned how to forgive
But I will wait, I will wait, I will wait
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Clear sky over Calcutta
A warm wind
Dvorak on the short wave
Clear signal coming in
La la la
La la la la la
La la la
La la la la la la la
Long vowels spill like liquid from your mouth
I hang on every word you say
An army of transistor radios on the bookshelf
Left on all day
Let them play
Yeah let them all play on and on and on
Let them all play longer and louder and
Long after you're gone
La la
La la la la la la
La la
La la la la la
Clear sky sheltering our fragile little house
Listening to the radio all the time
Your hand on my forehead as though to check for a fever
Big plans in mind
La la la la
La la la la la
La la la la
La la la la la la la
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