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Brothersong
03:18
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My brother was a wild child
Stealing pennies from the video store and
He left a trail of hairs down the sidewalk
Brightly dyed and disguised
Whole suit of skin live as vinyl
Smelled like candy from miles away ...
I'll treat you like Jesus
I'll comb out your tresses
Dress you up in pink dresses
He says I should shut up
Let 'em yell while I clam up
Oh come on girl, just grow up
You're not meant for this world anyway ...
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2. |
Sun Prone
03:18
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I had a paper bag I brought home
To the house in the which I was raised
I filled it up with mother's lunch
And all the other drugs left over after that
The place I came from
Makes me so depressed
Who needs
Who needs
I love the sunshine of course
Who needs
Who needs
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3. |
Sun Prone (Honeycomb)
01:52
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I had a paper bag I brought home
(pack me up)
To the house in the which I was raised
(pack me in)
(moving boxes - and a ghost)
I filled it up with mother's lunch
And all the other drugs left over after that
(I kept in the drawer)
The place I came from
(it was a drawer where I finally found it)
Makes me so depressed
(Told me -- that I felt so so so lonely)
Who needs
Who needs
(A drawer with a life in it)
I love the sunshine of course
Who needs
Who needs
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4. |
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I wouldn't trade my little eight-room house for you
I got one missus and I don't want two
I love you baby but you don't understand
That feeling you is fine and kissing you is grand
But I wouldn't trade my little eight-room house for you
Water tastes fine but money tastes sweeter
And I'd rather have a fire than a paraffin heater
I wouldn't give my little wooden wife for you
Some men think babies are cute and
Darling I know I'm a dream come true
But I wouldn't trade my little eight-room house for you
Lord knows the train tracks are pretty
But I'd rather drive my Rolls-Royce round the city
I wouldn't give my little eight-room life for you
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I wouldn't trade my little eight-room house for you
I got one missus and I don't want two
I love you baby but you don't understand
That feeling you is fine and kissing you is grand
But I wouldn't trade my little eight-room house for you
Water tastes fine but money tastes sweeter
And I'd rather have a fire than a paraffin heater
I wouldn't give my little wooden wife for you
Some men think babies are cute and
Darling I know I'm a dream come true
But I wouldn't trade my little eight-room house for you
Lord knows the train tracks are pretty
But I'd rather drive my Rolls-Royce round the city
I wouldn't give my little eight-room life for you
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6. |
Mitchum's Chin
03:45
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They ask me things I do not know
Absurd and unholy like dirty snow
I prayed with my head bowed down so low in mourning
And what did I find?
Shout for joy and shout for gold
Let the whole wide world wither and shiver in the cold
Take all the life that your little love-hand can hold and
Fake it till you make it to the company town at the end of the rainbow
5, 10
Let me be free
15, 20
Get me on me knees
Winning - hide and seek
Hand me a bible and give me a little sleep
Sell me some snake-oil potion to darken my dreams
So when my eyes awake they'll know very well what they see
Oh holy doctor don't do me wrong
5, 10
Let me be free
15, 20
Get me on me knees
Winning - hide and seek
Oh lord, how long will you look on
While I'm clothed in confusion
Beasties stir my mind into a soupy song
When will I be returned?
5, 10
Let me be free
15, 20
Get me on me knees
Winning - hide and seek
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7. |
Bint al Chalabiya
02:16
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8. |
Dripcatcher
04:01
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Please
Hunt or gather
sell or barter
It's the same old trade
First comes evening
Then comes morn
In the same old day
Room by room I haunt the house through
That we inhabit together
Heart fear nothing for heart --
You will find her
The day you wear
Hung on the door
Darling I don't smell like you anymore --
I wear perfume,
Oh darling I wear perfume
Old hopes go to ground
And start up new
From the same old seed
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9. |
Banishing Snakes
03:02
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Of this day tomorrow I'll be listening
My ears open sometimes
I'll be there tomorrow for the christening
But I don't know about Christ
Now there's something to hate in everyone
Don't fool yourself you're bad
Only nothingness above
So many flaws to be had
You could say that we're not withering
But no amount of light can wipe
Out every shadow no I'm blistering
In what always leaves dusk behind
Tell my sundry escapes they're not overdone
It's always going to last
My duration's just begun
Show plenty pawprints on the glass
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10. |
Trundlehorse
02:55
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Regret hit me like a foreign disease
All the warning signs that I should have seen
All the nights that you spent hunting the ghost in your being
All the scattered parts of a human being
Hope it takes you somewhere
I know this is nowhere
Hope it takes you somewhere
I know this is nowhere
But I'll be a bugwings bouquet someday
A slowly welling cough unbroken
I am out of luck and funds of course
A gallery of what might have been ever growing
I'll never trust what's hidden in your trundlehorse
Hope it takes you somewhere
I know this is nowhere
I'm hungry I need some air
Give me your mouth give me your chair
And your chin
And your knees
And your laugh
Something is off here.
But I like it!
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11. |
Isaac and Abraham
04:18
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How many roads must a man walk down
Before he gets eaten by an ape
And how many times can must angel fall before you give it up
And throw him in the lake
And how many friends can one man have
Before he hates them all
The answer my friend, is Isaac killing Abraham
The answer is Isaac killing Abraham
When I go to the supermarket, I get real easily overwhelmed
I don't know what to pocket
I'm afraid I'm going to hell
I'm a Reese's peanut butter cup
I'm everything good about America
We came here my friend looking for porn mags and insulin
We came for porn mags and insulin
I really hate architecture
I wish we all lived in a tent (Singular!)
We wouldn't have to pay the plumbing
We wouldn't have to pay any rent
Let's all move into a convent
And get communally married to a dead guy
The answer my friend is ...
The answer my friend, is Isaac killing Abraham
The answer is Isaac killing Abraham
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12. |
Spitbox
05:55
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World turning too fast to
dig my grave, I
guess i'll have to live a-
nother day, it
hurts to shine, yeah
like glass staining your spine
Moving pictures
drawing on my mind
an artist's hands made me a
little kinder, it
hurts to pine, yeah
like a cold wind crying
HAD A SHOEBOX FULL OF SPIT
EVERYBODY WANTED TO STICK THEIR SISTERS IN IT
but we couldn't find the time
trading souls
for dimes ...
drive slow
drive on a flat line
i'm getting littler all the time
old max would walk me home
when he was aching for your bed
we didn't know where he came from
but we thought he would stay the night
i'd like to keep you safe this time
but i can't
do for you
what other people might,
never was one for
looking forward
AND WE'VE GOT NOTHING TO GO ON HERE
I'M SWIMMING THRU YOUR SHADOW MY DEAR
and when you come
waiting for me
i can see you're real happy
so why
don't you smile
Pack you your lunch my lungs in a sack
Carry me cross country on your back
I heard you're doing fine ...
Well so am I
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