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Shooting Rubberbands At The Stars (1988)
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I'm not aware of too many things,
but I know what I know if you know what I mean.
Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box.
Religion is the smile on a dog.
I'm not aware of too many things,
but I know what I know if you know what I mean.
Choke me in the shallow water before I get too deep.
What I am is what I am.
Are you what you are - or what?
I'm not aware of too many things,
but I know what I know if you know what I mean.
Philosophy is a walk on the slippery rocks.
Religion is a light in the fog.
I'm not aware of too many things,
but I know what I know if you know what I mean.
Choke me in the shallow water before I get too deep.
What I am is what I am.
Are you what you are - or what?

. . .



Shooting up junk in the bathroom
Makin it with punks on the floor
Livin the scene of her limmisine
Little Miss S. in a mini dress
Living it up to die
In a blink of the public eye

Day-glo point in an electric chair
Electric dye in her lovers hair
A pretty sight in the middle of the night
Made up for everyone to see
Swinging on the branch of a broken family tree

You got a lot of living to do without (x2)
You got a lot of living to do without life

The village idiots in her bed
Never cared that her eyes were red
Never cared that her eyes were dead
In the hours that her face was alive
It was the thing just to be by her side

You got a lot of living to do without (x2)
You got a lot of living to do without life

Hey, alright

You got a lot of living to do without (x2)
You got a lot of living to do without life

You got a lot of living to do without (x2)

. . .



Thursday afternoon
You cast a shadow 'round my room.
The breeze moved the curtains,
and lifted my perfume into the air,
and danced with lazy curls in your hair.
The sun was in the sky like pink champagne,
and it glistened in your eyes all day.

I remember you put a chill across my face
like the air of december, I swear I remember it that way.
I swear I remember it that way,
I swear I remember it...

Where are you now?(x3)

You stood by the lake,
I wanted to take you for granted.
The grass was thin and high.
The water mirrored tiny sparkles to the sky.

I remember you put a chill across my face
like the air of december, I swear I remember it that way.
I swear I remember it that way,
I swear I remember it...

Where are you now?(x3)

In the by-myself mornings,
the birds windchime,
the treelimbs crackle
and the sunshine climbs up the sky..
Like the pink champagne that glistened in your eyes all day.

I remember you put a chill across my face
like the air of december, I swear I remember it that way.
I swear I remember it that way,
I swear I remember it...


. . .



Somewhere there's somebody who looks just like you do,
Acts just like you do.. feels the same way..
Somewhere there's a person in a far away place,
With a different name and a face that looks like you...

Do ya think about who it might be?
Do ya wonder where you are?
In a distant foreign country,
Ridin' round in another car.

Wheels keep on turning and turning and turning
And nothings disturbing the way they go around.
Wheels keep on turning and turning and turning
And nothings disturbing the way it goes around.

All your thoughts are in another head,
Your dreams are sleeping in a different bed.
The force that moves you is a circular breath,
Of life and death going round and round and round.

Wheels keep on turning and turning and turning
And nothings disturbing the way they go around.
Wheels keep on turning and turning and turning
And nothings disturbing the way it goes around.

Maybe you ride a different wave,
Maybe you catch another ray of the sun,
that I've just begun to feel.
Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth around again.
Again.. and again...

Wheels keep on turning and turning and turning
and nothings disturbing the way it goes around. (x4)


. . .



Life is better than the days behind.
What's mine is yours and what's yours is mine.
No aggravation that we can't get through.
A situation for the lucky few.
And every day is just a little more of time together to be happy for.
I'm happy even when the times are rough.
Cause any time with you is good enough when we love like we do.
I don't believe in hatred anymore.
I hate to think of how it felt before when anger overwhelms your very soul.

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Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends
and we notice you don't come around
Me, I think it all depends
on you touching ground with us.
But, I quit. I give up.
Nothing's good enough for anybody else
it seems.
And I quit. I give up.
Nothing's good enough for anybody else
it seems.

And being alone
is the best way to be.
When I'm by myself it's
the best way to be.
When I'm all alone it's
the best way to be.
When I'm by myself
nobody else can say goodbye.

Everything is temporary anyway.
When the streets are wet --
the color slip into the sky.
But I don't know why that means you and I are
- that means you and....
I quit -- I give up.
Nothin's good enough for anybody else it seems.
But I quit. I give up.
Nothing's good enough for anybody else it seems.

And being alone
is the best way to be.
When I'm by myself it's
the best way to be.
When I'm all alone it's
the best way to be.
When I'm by myself
nobody else can say...

Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends
and we notice you don't come around.


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I notice me. I notice you.
I see a lot of things that neither of us do.
I notice me. I notice you too.
And there are simple things that we don't even try anymore.
There's a way out of this.
Beat the time.
And every time I turn around we got some clever way to put each other down.
And everytime I turn away I can't decide if I should go or should I stay with
you.
There's a way out of this.
Beat the time.
We can't leave these problems behind.

. . .



She glows around you like the moon.
She smiles at her reflection in a spoon.
She reads expensive magazines.
She sees herself in everything.
You can't judge her for that.
She knows where her head is at.
She's tangled up in you.
She's laced up in your shoe.
She's got a ladder to the sky.
She's got a mad look in her eye.
You can't judge her for that.
She knows where her head is at.
She moves in simple curves.
She speaks in simple words.
And it's simple to be in love with her.
You can't judge her for that.
She knows where her head is at.
You call her home and you want to move in.
But a house is not a home and a home is not a house when there's not enough room
for you.
You call her home.

. . .



Are you in a bad mood?
Don't you wanna talk about it?
Did I say somethin' rude?
You don't have to cry about it.

Aren't you feelin' okay?
Would you like a little company?
Or did you have a bad day?
Are you mad at me? -let is show
Don't tell me nothing - I don't wanna know.

There's nothing I hate more then nothing.
Nothing keeps me up all night.
I toss and turn over nothing.
Nothing could cause a great BIG fight.

Hey - What's the matter?

. . .



Your mouth is red -- I'm picturing it in my head
I'm picturing you smile at me
I want you to be with me NOW
Your hair is brown -- I'm picturing it hanging down
I'm picturing it falling 'round those big brown eyes
I wanna be with you NOW
You're much more that this -- a spiritual bliss
No matter who I'm with I miss you
Your magnetism breathes through the moonlit trees
It's in the quiet breeze that's circling me NOW
Your face is bright -- I'm picturing it every night
I'm picturing you when I sleep
I can keep you with me that way
& your heart is mine -- I think about you all the time
I can hear you say to me that you wanna be with me
NOW
You're much more that this -- a spiritual bliss
No matter who I'm with I miss you
Your magnetism breathes through the moonlit trees
It's in the quiet breeze that's circlin' me

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Desperately trying to keep you off my mind.
But ya KEEP COMING BACK.

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