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Drunk, I'm always drunk
when I'm with you
off to somewhere not quite real
no one feels the way we feel
Kiss me, we'll forget
all about them, park
under streetlights shadows, dark
with your boxed wine, hours we steal
I can't say I feel bad
if my virtue is ill-clad
on this barren ground
we skirt around
dwell the sainted and the mad
But we've put an end to all that
haven't we?
Yes, we have transcended all that
haven't we?
Life is so long
Slowly open up
I can't help you score
but I know what's in store:
tender limbs splayed, bruised, cruel floor
Touch me, don't forget
what we swore was true:
there's more than one way to love two
there's more than one way I'll take you
If not now, well, then when?
see, I'd do it all again
we're bright burning lights
in the curtained night
of life's starless mise-en-scene
But we've put an end to all that
haven't we?
Yes, we have transcended all that
haven't we?
Life is so long
Life is so long
We'll forget all about them
We'll forget all about them
Life is so long
Life is so long
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2. |
"Nothing Deep Inside"
06:06
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New York City really got me down
blood for everything
to make the scene
you fucked it up
Screaming in my ear the only sound
I wanted to hear
clicks trading hits
what you playing there?
that ain't how it's supposed to go
Casually and caustically
you're severing the string connecting
us we'd pieced together out of almost nothing
No, I won't know your name
and things will never be the same
And when we ever
meet again
I won't remember
I won't pretend
I'm not your unfriend
(Je dis cela en français pour ne pas te fâcher)
Avant, je pensais que tu étais une de ces femmes qui se décrivaient comme 'folle' comme un affect. Tu sais, pour avoir un air captivant, mystérieux. Aujourd'hui, je connais la vérité.
When I asked for rent you sold my amp
splitting, pissing mad
like you'd been had
not ripped me off
First blush
wet crush
hard chemical rush
spreading wide and far
now, who they are
don't matter much
I'm not who you think I am
Static and impermanent
oblivious to all our lamentations
steeled against our soft pleas
of "return, please"
No, I won't know your name
and things will never be the same
I'll never be the same
And when we ever
meet again
I won't remember
I won't pretend
I'm not your unfriend
Your really got me down
I won't pretend
I'm not your unfriend
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Come to me
I just can't get enough of you
come again
I just can't get enough of you
hold me close
tighter still
fill me up
Martyrs die
for heaven in the afterlife
while lovers vie
for pardons
by a beggar's tithe
wonderlands
paradise
in our hands
To them we're just instrumental
functionaries to use
No-Blues Devices to linger
turned on by the touch of a finger
Come to me
I just can't get enough of you
I submit
I'll never get enough of you
hit it 'n'
quit it, then
once again
We'll put on "Champagne Sunrise" and
swallow the morning dew
what's true
them casuists wonder:
white beauties
and beauty to plunder
I just can't get enough of you
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4. |
"A Terrible Fix"
04:00
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I hitched down to the stables
to have fun with the lads
perhaps they'd be able
to get drinks
I'm in a terrible fix now
I'm in a terrible fix
Well, life is for living
but life is a bore
and I've not one misgiving
wanting more
But I'm in a terrible fix now
I'm in a terrible fix
and I want to go home
Lend me the cab fare
or lend me your shoes
give me a lecture
or abuse
but, please, help me get home now
please, help me get home
I'm in a terrible fix
and I want to go home
Yes, I was born in the usual way:
the doctors struck and stole me straight-away
I cried and cried and shall 'till my last day
no thanks to you, 'neath the causeway
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"Outer Otherness"
03:20
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When the faintest of wind blows
this soft architecture bows
out of plum and out of plane
to collapse under the strain
Blacking out inner distress
feigning outer otherness
Here are we
possibly
then you're gone
Cold, reflecting plastic glaze
out of time and out of phase
play your wet eyes, flat then sharp
upon hard street logic's harp
Golden ages' song aloft
unheard, supple, pure and soft
Here we are
near/so far
then I'm gone
Here are we
possibly
then we're gone
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Why you've still got your looks
what's the use of books?
lock up the dorm
we'll go
I'd like to take your mind off your cares
we'll brush off their stares
I know a place
where we can be alone
Is he the one that you mean?
pretend he's not been seen
quick out the back
my bike is 'round the way
I'll give you a lift
my friend will work my shift
it's been arranged
Let me whisper in your ear
though love is too costly I fear
While I've still got some time
come on it's hardly nine
don't make me whine
or mope
I'd like to ease your mind
of your doubts
upon this couch
relax, can't you see we're all alone?
The coffee shop or the square
love, I'll meet you there
yes, quite the pair
we'll make there
strolling 'bout
throughout
all the town
in secrecy we're bound
play we're just friends
Let me whisper in your ear
though love is too costly I fear
Let me whisper in your ear...
What's there to do at this hour, I wonder?
What's there to do at this hour?
You should be home in bed
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7. |
"Broken Musicbox"
03:08
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It's just a broken musicbox
that plays "Feelings"
they're nothing more than feelings
Friends gone
everyone gone
how you gonna get on?
who you gonna lean on?
I set it aside to repair
but how?
you fled for cheaper rent down south
so now
ow!
I'm bleeding a brand new design
new signals
new signs
It's just a broken musicbox
that plays "Feelings"
they're nothing more than feelings
Endless schemes
resource extractor
flaked-out dreams
traitor, detractor
abuser, devotion user -out!
Friends gone
everyone gone
how you gonna get on?
who you gonna lean on?
Don't you recall you left it
when you split
more junk abandoned
now where'd I put it?
I spit
The self-help books you read a wrong
new music, old song
They're nothing more than feelings
they're nothing more than feelings...
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"Milk-Aisle Smiles"
02:31
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Milk-Aisle smiles misread
on your pretty head
and “The Milk-Eyed Mender”’s repeating
that “your a good friend” embrace
and your pensive face
starts my tired, defeated heart beating
And I don’t want to believe you
but then I look in your eyes
I believe you
No, I don’t want to believe you
say it’s not true, babe
say it’s not true
Far too many boys
and the basement noise
sends us upstairs for dire distracion
did I say separately?
you didn’t talk to me
except that fleeting stairs interaction
And I don’t want to believe you
but then I see what you do
I believe you
No, I don’t want to believe you
say it’s not true, babe
say it ain’t true
Your generation’s so laissez-faire
how can a man get tangled up in your hair?
the neighbor stares and it’s all laid bare
how can a boy like that get to touch you there?
I’ve tried indifference
tried not to care
I’ve tried ignoring your verve and your fearless stare
your peerless curves and your strident air
how can a man like me get mixed up in your affairs?
I don’t know, I don’t know
I don’t know
Fantasy, strategy
a minor tragedy
a monumental miscalculation
I didn’t even cross your mind
best to reiterate:
I didn’t cross your mind all vacation
And I don’t want to believe you
but then I hear what you say
I believe you
No, I don’t want to believe you
say it’s not true
No, I don’t want to believe you
but then I look in your eyes
I believe you
I don’t want to believe you
say it’s not true
but I know that it’s true
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9. |
"City, Fair"
03:58
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City, fair
where shall I take my supper?
amongst the cue?
oh, dear
City, fair
who'll buy these rags from my back?
for a song
won't you sing a long?
And is there not a soul
to save?
just gallows poles
'fore a dear unmarked grave
will no one condescend
to brave
our company?
City, fair
where shall I lay my pillow?
along the tracks?
oh, no
City, fair
divided by this river
I can't get o'er
nor have I wings to fly
And is there not a heart
that beats?
just daggered toughs
and black ops on the streets
will no one patronized
dare meet
our bare necessity?
No, I can't see the stars
no, I can't see the stars
City lights
keep on blindin'
keep on blindin'
City lights
keep on blindin'
keep on blindin'...
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Rules benders
genders breaking
our love was made for making
cock-rocker
been caught stealing
“love alive”? -- you copped a feeling
love a lie, you auto-replay “One Man Guy” now
and I’m not the man I was
but boys do cry
and I’ll never forgive you
I don’t know why
but I’m still in love with you
still in love with you
baby, baby
Deal-breaker
Prospect faker
on the take, still had to make her
glass doorway
opaque reason
open legs and open treason
I wave my fuck-it flag, you wear your love like heaven now
and I’m not your woman
was I anyhow?
and I’ll never forgive you
I don’t know why
but I’m still in love with you
still in love with you
baby, baby
I don’t know why
but I’m still in love with you...
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