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Los Angeles Guitar Dream
04:11
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she put a cigarette in the tip jar
but she, she never phones home
acid blue smoke rising
his temper gone broke
los angeles guitar dream was a hoax
and the streets are sighing
something classic in their eyes
they knowingly disguise
and the city is waltzing
slow dance with the moon
that once made her swoon
and she used to leave him breathless
always wanting more
but now its her breathing that has quickened
running, running for the door
and the streets are sighing
something classic in their eyes
they knowingly disguise
and the city is waltzing
slow dance with the moon
that once made her swoon///
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2. |
Rich Blood
03:41
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home-sick well-heeled boys keep their cards well-hid, so sedated
making so much noise about nothing in the evening
suit and tie white-collared men keep their cards well-hid, so sedated
fists clenched in the folds of the night, by the jukebox light, no name to recite
summer houses on both coasts
somehow that's not enough
sheets of egyptian cotton
to soak up all the rich blood
by the jukebox light, no name to recite
summer houses on both coasts
somehow that's not enough
sheets of egyptian cotton
to soak up all the rich blood
all the rich blood
all the rich blood/////
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3. |
Know No Violence
03:19
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Deep in outer space, where there ain't no place
for your silent ways, and your lightning pace
some day I will change, but it might be just too late
wait with me, forget your silence.
you and I will know no violence
there is no way we could
come with me and step on over
the dust will fill your lungs but never fear
your life is safe with me
deep in outer space, where there ain't no place
for your silent ways, and your lightning pace
99 stars, 99 stars
............
(whispers ring out in the dark)
RUN RUN RUN RUN
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I never thought about this world
I only thought of multiplying
many dreams of a thousand girls
when I feel like dying
some day when the rain will fall
don't you know that it's calling you
to it's side of the room?
I swear, I never thought about this world
I only thought of multiplying, no
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4. |
November Third
04:15
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a hurricane came, it tore us apart
I need a new plan, I need a new start
a hurricane came, it tore us apart
I need a new plan, 'cause I lost the one I got
the only justice that remains, the crack of an electric drum
if you gonna judge me on my dreams, then don't tell me that its wrong
I stitched defensive lies, oh but you just kick them away
you can't say I never tried but its all the same
if the truth is that I walk alone, in the nights spent on my own
you never notice when I'm not around, you're saying words that I can't understand....
you picked up the knife, your fingers shaking
don't pretend the blade had no history with you
the room became so small, there's no escaping
I never noticed from afar how your hands shook in the dark
we walk side by side, I talk of leaving, you say "goodbye"
so many hours that we spent dealing in secrets I can't defend
now when I speak of life, when I speak of death
you ask if that's all that I have left,
but who could judge me on my dreams when I don't know what that means?
if the truth is that I walk alone, in the nights spent on my own
you never notice when I'm not around, you're saying words I don't understand....
you picked up the knife, your fingers shaking
don't pretend the blade had no history with you
the room became so small, there's no escaping
I never noticed from afar how your hands shook in the dark
you picked up the knife, your fingers shaking
don't pretend the blade had no history with you
the room became so small, there's no escaping
I never noticed from afar how your hands shook in the dark//////
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5. |
Slow Decay
04:06
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when you're not here, I go down to the water
I bury my hands, I keep looking for something else
the specifics fade, when dawns cloak unravels
there's nothing real in such a slow decay
(a slow decay)
something else, something else
(every line, a broken cadence
every line, a rearrangement)
everything I write is a letter to the future
to someone who knows just where these words were kept
else, else, something else
else, else, something else/////
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6. |
Lipstick Under the Table
04:10
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don't try, don't lie
I see your lipstick under the table
everything you said slips away
gold fools like a silent siren
all the records left spinning
placebo eyes, they sway no jury
about as righteous as an empty casino
'cause gold fools never satisfy
down like a soldier
(don't think twice)
you can't see it in your neighbors
(a runaway light)
it was lost in the way
(don't think twice)
you never saw it in the nighttime
(a runaway light)
gold fools, gold fools
gold fools like a silent siren
gold fools, gold fools
gold fools like a silent siren////
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7. |
That's When I Froze
03:43
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Once I woke up to find the city frozen
and my lungs congealed like melted metal tokens
with each bewildered breath, I put my feet to motion
step over sidewalk lines creased with commotion
as I slid through walls of rusted chrome-like ether,
in my bones I feel as tough as death and eager
to find a cassette-tape song from any other era
lost among the multitudes of missing ones and zeroes
(that's when I froze///)
it came in a flash
of ice that whipped our face
a familiar smell
our feet were tracing paths
in the road
over logs and bones, down the hill
the sun was turned black, cold
underneath
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8. |
Cadillac From Yesterday
04:05
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I get in at 6:30, Fred doesn't get here till 7
that gives me half an hour
to wear whatever dress I want
and there's a Cadillac from yesterday
still needs its oil changed
these thoughts follow me from haunt to haunt
but I am not scared, scared of being found out
this is who I am, this is who I am
four Volvos, four changed tires
a Toyota with a leaky cylinder seal
I thought saw Jim look at me funny 'round lunch time
turns out the food just made him queasy
still I lower the blinds
an extra time
there are things that no one should see
still I lower the blinds
an extra time
there are things that no one should see
see see see see see eeee eeeeee eeeeeee eeee e eeee
at home, there is the keyboard
there is the black screen
at home, there is my closet
such a dichotomy
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still I lower the blinds
an extra time
there are things that no one should see
still I lower the blinds
an extra time
there are things that no one should see////////
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9. |
Downtown Chicagoland
02:55
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Downtown Chicagoland, standing by myself
in a drunk alleyway, I used to be someone else
but who that is or was, an empty lot overgrown
past selves, visages, fade into the unknown
the scenery is changing, but I'm bound to my old ways
not knowing who to blame or who to ask for help
a never-ending hallway with only shadows of exits
every corner from afar a mirage of exodus
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(I couldn't face it)
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I never was a fighter
I never was a state done-in
and if it don't matter
you curse the walls where you stand
I never was a forest
I never helped you at all
downtown Chicagoland, standing by myself
in a drunk alleyway, I used to be someone else/////
if you know what I'm feeling
the curse is done/////
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