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Black & White
03:19
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Cracks in the pavement and your feet pressed tightly together
Bent them on their knees, and you brushed off the rain and the weather
Fluorescent signs glowed blue on the rooftop shingles
Kicked back my feet while you drew in your breath on the window
And I woke up in my evening jacket holding on to someone I didn’t know
I lost touch under Hudson’s blankets
And I couldn’t help but thinking what I’d never seen before
So I don’t wanna play at war
Three dozen shops lined the walls and your dark sunglasses
Beach-side boutiques are on call, but their eyes are ashen
And your shoulder blades are almost invisible under thread and lace
Satin and velvet, you’ll still entertain
And I woke up in my evening jacket, holding on to someone I didn’t know
I lost touch under Hudson’s blankets
And I couldn’t help but thinking what I’d never seen before
So I don’t wanna play at war
No I don’t wanna play at war
But when the narcissists are necessary and the politics get crass
You’ll be taping records and you’ll be sucking laughing gas
I know it’s not black and white
But you were exactly right
I know it’s not black and white
But you were exactly right.
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Piedmont Girls
03:00
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Those Piedmont girls can go to hell, they’re trying too hard anyways.
Those Piedmont girls can go to hell, they’re trying too hard anyways
Make your veins flow with new blood cells ‘cause John Muir seems a ways away.
We were losing drinking games and laughing in your driveway
And after hours I looked around for you, but you’d stolen away.
You know I like it when you’re awkward.
You know I like it when you’ve got no thought control.
"I’m not trying to be your boyfriend,
I’m just trying to be someone you can hold."
Well Tim came all the way from Munich and he likes the heat.
And Abigail’s found herself a man who’s robust and upbeat.
You cut your hair and shaved your head like a vigilante
And if I fall tonight it’s gonna break my back, it’ll look revolutionary.
You know I like it when you’re awkward
You know I like it when you’ve got no thought control.
"I’m not trying to be your boyfriend,
I’m just trying to be someone you can hold"
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Five Stars
03:49
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You clap your hands and then you clapped your heels right on the pavement
I’m firing sixteen cylinders, you’re running at twenty-five percent
Couple up, double down. A red tassel to adorn your head
It'll turn you around and spread across your skin
Five stars for you and all your little games
And for making me feel so ashamed
Your mouth and tongue withdrew
And your skin feels so warm but I’m already yours anyway
And it just takes my breath away.
If you’re set on making grades and making love, what does that make me
Couple whispers on the side, dirty looks – they must’ve all gone crazy
Got so sick of it all. Clandestine spite, they’ve got it in spades
See, I heard you call. Your voice sounded so thin
Five stars for you and all your little games
And for making me feel so ashamed
Your mouth and tongue withdrew
But your skin feels so warm and I’m already yours anyway
And it just takes my breath away
I won’t be bothered...
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Lady Wisconsin
03:05
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Well she’s got something special, she don’t believe me
She’s bought a brand new dress, well, she don’t want anyone to see
I saw her once on a grey TV screen
She kicked me around for a couple of scenes
I saw her twice in the bedroom
Three times on the estuary
Now she don’t mean a thing at all
No, now she don’t mean a thing at all.
I kissed her once, but it wasn’t that great
In the winter, when it was starting to rain
I took her hand in the closet, held her close through February
Guess she didn’t really care at all
No, guess she didn’t really care at all
Lady Wisconsin, I’ve waited
Won’t you love me? Won’t you love me now?
Wasted and thoughtless, I’m all worn down
You look lovely.
You look lovely.
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5. |
On the Cusp
03:23
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It’s not a mission to undertake... it’s just a stupid little mistake
Bronze and embossed, and spit out of a Chrysler’s exhaust
With stories of darlings who were lost.
You drove a stake through the heart of the metropolitan sprawl
Had to put down their names just to remember it all
You boomeranged through Georgia, sweet Maryland and Maine
Life there felt so different, but it thrilled you just the same
Yes, it thrilled you just the same.
And I wanted to break his legs, but after a couple of days
There’s nothing to be done, we’re laying side-by-side in the sun
But I still brought my submachine gun.
You drove a stake through the heart of the metropolitan sprawl
Had to put down their names just to remember it all
You boomeranged through Georgia, sweet Maryland and Maine
Life there felt so different, but it thrilled you just the same
Yes, it thrilled you just the same.
Your naked knees hit my vision like a hammer
A memory I’ll take comfort in when I’m old and bitter
Help me to understand all the secrets you thought you covered up
I love you so dearly, darling, and this afternoon has us on the cusp.
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Once More With Feeling
05:57
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Thin-skinned kids with their fresh popped collars
And the white boys who think they’re black
Are throwing fits and a fistful of dollars
Just to try and get the inside track
And it was all plug-in heaters and faded wife beaters
Give me some sugar, and shots across the water
Drunk and sensationalized, I don’t know what to do
Bare legs on winter nights, and the morning split in two.
Ornamental girls and the two-second scramble
When the cameras are loaded and primed
Bit bottom lips and the too hot to handle
They are sweating under yellow lights
And there were bottles in paper and shouts to the neighbors
Linked arms and nose rings and Once More With Feeling
Drunk and sensationalized, I don’t know what to do
Bare legs on winter nights, and the morning split in two
Laugh just to break the ice, and the weapons that you used
Long swords and bitter knives, all your friends that you cut into.
You know he’s got eyes for you
Why didn’t you tell him you were mine
Why didn’t you tell him you were mine
Oh, I thought you were mine...
Drunk and sensationalized, I don’t know what to do
Bare legs on winter nights, and the morning split in two
Laugh just to break the ice, and the weapons that you used
Long swords and bitter knives, tell your friends that you’re feeling blue.
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7. |
Your Own Water (I)
02:52
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So I will go back to the mountain, hot rocks and sun
So I’ll go back.
You were dancing round and round and I lost my way
Gave me a heart attack.
And don’t you ever hear that voice inside you, make you want to
Sink your feet into the sand
And don’t you ever get that lonely feeling, try to shake it
But it feels like a sleight of hand.
You were stumbling room to room and they didn’t care
If they were your best friends.
Dim-lit nights by the Grand Lake Theatre, now I’m alone and cold
In the west end.
And who gives a damn about your own water, who gives a fuck
Now that you’re wet and rusting
You should know that if I tell you I have got it all,
I really have nothing.
And don’t you ever hear that voice inside you, make you want to
Sink your feet into the sand
And don’t you ever get that lonely feeling, try to shake it
But it feels like a sleight of hand.
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8. |
Your Own Water (II)
02:51
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9. |
From Timid to Timbuktu
01:36
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Always wanted to call you baby
But it never sounded quite right when I said it out loud
I want to see you and I miss you like crazy
Feels like love and I must confess that I’ve had my doubts
Told myself if you want her, go get her
No matter who you might upset first
I know I won’t be young forever
Maybe in a few years my head will be clearer
On that first day I felt so fine
With your little hand on mine
The sound of your laughter in my mind
For the rest of my life
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10. |
We Three Pistoliers
05:16
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I do believe it was July when I saw you
And you hadn’t changed at all
The door was open, open, open
And I could hear you breath in
My defenses, so carefully laid have all come down again
Didn’t tell no one, and walked all the way down Sunset and San Juan
Helpless when you took my arm
I was pinned down, and our blissful summer
As you know, I like you, I like you, I like you
And I’ll try to live up to
Southern comfort and a little bed of grass and concrete
The streets are crowded and the cars are baking in the summer heat
We three pistoliers, blazing away, blazing away over you
Our chambers are empty, our clips have run dry
We three pistoliers for you
Your legs were landing on concrete
You know you’ve got a knack for
Coaxing out my vicious humor
I would’ve stayed there if I could’ve had my way, and
Robinson Crusoe and the art of finding weaker men to kill
Hair down your shoulders, and I bit my tongue to keep an even keel
And we three pistoliers, blazing away, blazing away over you
Our chambers are empty, our tricks have run dry
We three pistoliers...
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