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upon the rails
among the weeds
i had a moment of
serenity
i saw you stand
in all the green
upon the rusting rail
balancing
you were
the only answer
my plans
spun all around you
five years in the wrong, i am assured
my name to you is just another word
and in your bed
in morristown
you had magazines
thrown around
from under them
the phone it rang
and in the margin there
you wrote the number down
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here she comes all low to the ground
just like the fog is a fattened cloud
air it turns to water when
dioxide tempts the hydrogen
why do you seek
why do you seek the pink life
how do you sleep
how do you ever lie down
why do you need
why do you need your science
why am i
your only outside line
who was that junk mustapha you were chilling with
down in the bars where regretful girls drift
i feel the need to steal some rest
i feel i’m getting killed by your fickleness
and the options they are infinite
and the chance
from my hand
i feel is slipping it
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We are lovers through and through
though we made it through the storm
I really want you to realize
I really want to put you on
I've been searching for someone to satisfy
my every need
won't you be my inspiration baby
the real love that I need
yeah
Real Love.... I'm searching for a real love
someone to set my heart free
real love.. I'm searching for a real love
when I met you I just knew
that you wouldn't take my heart and run
once you told me how you felt for me
you said I'm not the one
so I slowly came to see
all the things that you are made of
and a pile of my dreams and inspirations
lead me towards a real love
Lyrics
real love... I'm searching for a real love
someone to set my heart free
real love.... I'm searching for a real love
and I thought you were the answer
to the question in my mind (X2)
yeah...yeah....
what does it mean, what can you do about it
what can you say when you don't even know
about it
its a nightmare, its all negative
nothing matters and what if it did you could
lock your doors, close all your windows and
hide away....hide away...
real love...I'm searching for a real love
someone to set my heart free
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ice cracking
fickle junkie
your girl calls
where have you been last night?
loverboy
where you been hiding?
no peace
los angeles
coming down
wilshire boulevard
blurry stream of light
radio
road sign
and you are more awake
than is possible
and the true dope on salvation is
two weeks in a clinic
and a public testimonial
you tell them kids
tell them not to hurt themselves
speeding out from who you are
do this for the remembrance of me
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oh i could give a straight up goddamn
i could give you four or five of them
i got a thousand in my bank account
break it open let the goddamns walk out
all my traumas hinge upon
some convoluted axiom
of the cube of x plus y
equals itself divided by now
where have you gone?
i been to south of highland falls before
i am a waiter in a furniture store
i’m in demand and i’m unsure why
i get to roll with the flyest of the fly
all my limbs are sticks and lines
my head’s a point upon my spine, i can’t
get no quadrilateral
i can’t say half empty or half full now
and slapping at the angles of the shape you’re in
left sleeve in velvet, right sleeve in sharkskin
all your laughs snapping like a dog bark
left here looking for girls that glow in the dark
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the dark is droppping like a spot
of black ink squeezed into a glass of water
and now the crowds are thinning out
into the light down in the subway station
here this train speeds underground
this train speeds under the river
and i will drift back to the slope
some face unlit, there, stuck into the incline
where i will sleep off all the noise
the soot accumulated, all my trials
i thank you
lord almighty up above
just for sending out the F train to me
so thankful
for all the unspent love
that i save up in the jar of money
your polaroid is on the wall
stuck in the crack between the door and door-frame
trapped in the middle of some laugh
some drunken joke some friend of yours was telling
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You say you dont look at me
I say you dont look so good
I went out in the cold
to buy a paper
Pushing every button in the elevator
But I know
I got my looks
and you got yours
Must have learned them
from a million stars
Oh looks
Oh man
Oh looks
Oh man
I get em on the bus
and I get em on the streets
and I get them from you
Always looking for a reason
looking for a cure
LyricsWhat can i do
Im jsut so tired of you
And I wish the lights would dim
Cause I can see what this is leading to
and it looks real grim
But I know
I got my looks
and you got yours
Guess you just werent
What I was looking for
oh looks
oh man
oh looks
oh man
I get em on the bus
and i get on the street
and I get em from you
Always looking for a reason
Looking for a cure
What can i do
What can i do
What can i do
What can i do
What can i do
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oh i will not
be undersold
the grip is tight
the hand is cold
like money thrown
upon the sea
i hope my love
swims back to me
and i can’t save nobody
i was shunned and falsified
oh there’s a car
down on the lot
smarter than
the car i got
and there i am
inside the trunk
water slow-
ly boils to funk
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i believe
if you wanted to leave you would
seek relief
you would seek to alleviate
sell your house to the banker
grab your tchotchkes and papers too
get the hell out of madison
all the dirt you wander through
go and call the accountant
grab your dope and your shelltoe shoes
fax it off to your lawyer
all the dirt you wander through
all of you
floats down flatbush avenue
all run through
with all the weight of all you knew
nobody likes you
nobody you like likes you now
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oh i have felt
cobain’s sarcoma
growing on
this will of mine
to drag me down
into the water
the joy i feel
before i drown
and the lord’s hand moves on the scheme of my nerves
in the chemicals swimming and the substance of the earth
his love so great but the soul singers spurn him
to sing their love to some unknown reckless girl
they sing to great
queen heroina
the comfort that
she warms them with
their music swells
with all their yearning
they are ashamed
Lyricsto sing for him
who has built these shells that our spirits knock inside
and weep for their release in the onrush of the tide
of the lord’s great seas that will boil when he returns
to pluck us off the face of this sad and dirty world
i saw sam cooke
and ian curtis
at the door
of his golden realm
they sang his name
sweet lord in heaven
and then the lord
he let them in
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head down, in the rain
don’t you think i want you to?
let’s play telephone
i’m the rubber, you’re the glue
drop this flattened blossom in an envelope
and send it to you
to fight this
the language
barrier
hey self-murderous
too much love has clogged the world
it’s all dirt and flesh
digging through to find a pearl
pluck it and seal it in a pouch now
dispatch it to you
oh the lips they taste like freebase
and the joints of freebase too
meanwhile i’m inland with saint russell
sniffing airplane glue
i hope somebody loves me
when all of this is through
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your back curves like a creeping vine
with the answers in the fluid in the stem of the spine
in the black-coffee bowl of your eye
why do you overestimate the size of the lie?
i’ve seen
the dangers of
your rising sign
but i swear
i’d like
to drink the fuel straight from your lighter
it’s all inside the wrist, it’s
all inside the way you time it
i resent the way you make me like myself
my nerves jump
like a boiling pan
like a skillet full of oil spits,
rattling on the burner
when i stumble onto the thought
of the match you lit and dropped and set the
dial to slow yearn
can i spell it out?
should i spell it out?
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The best I ever did with my life
Said just three honest words to you
Three droplets in a pail of lies
Three gems among the alibis
Yes, I know the ways and means I are, Ma,
Yes I know the ways and means I are.
The best I ever did with my love
Said your name on the microphone
You heard it the restaurant
Cashed out and brought your tips on home
The best I ever did with my bucks
Put two down on your horse to show
She lost but just kept racing ‘round
Kept running ‘til the sun went down
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I went to school with 27 Jennifers
16 Jenns, 10 Jennies, and then there was her
It’s the sweet shine of,
Yeah, force of divine love
The blessed arrival of you
You might be the one that I’ve been seeking for
You might be the strange delightful
You might be the girly who shall end all girls
You might be the sweet unspiteful
I rode the bus with 27 Jennifers
15 Jenns, 10 Jennies disapproved of her
Yeah, get from my sight, man,
Gladness is a blight, and
Happiness stinks up the room
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All of the girls out with their hips asway
And I’m the loneliest man
They’re selling incense and sunglasses on Orchard Street
Boatloads of bootleg Sean John
And I’ll dream you up in this vast, dark bed
Believe I loved you for each hair upon the back of your neck, and I
Want to kiss you but I can’t
Down on the river by the sugar plant
Earrings
Weighing down the lobe and
Nose a lovely slope and the mouth turned down
Shoulders
Pale and beautiful and
Angle of the throat and
Your sweet sad stare
All of the waves that crash upon the shore
Fruitlessly shushing the world
I pledge allegiance to my displacement
My flag of doubt is unfurled
And I’ll dream you up on a vast, dark coast
Believe I see you walking toward me, arms outstretched like a Ghost, and I
Want to kiss you but I can’t
Down on the river by the sugar plant
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40 grand in the hole
scraping my dreams out of the sugar bowl
my love for you’s corrupt
write down the words and then I snort them up
when will I love someone?
When will someone be mine?
40 grand in the hole
I’m gonna open it up and let my yearning shine
Hours that I have slept
Slumping down down like a narcolept
Surrendering to joy
Standing in line at Teriyaki Boy
When will I hear the click?
When will I know that it is time to split?
What is the use of it?
What is my life without the heart at risk?
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Put my faith in the price of mud
And my lord shall match the pounds,
Ten thousand days and a night spelunking
Kill my years in the lightning round,
Confound it
Why not
Seek Ossining
These threes and foursomes
Abounded,
Why not
Seek Ossining
This time around?
No, not a maze, but like blazed-out inner star
Disclosed completely in a plain film canister
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Refreshing bills
To warm the slots in the till
Infernal wheel
That churns the ocean of milk
That long wire is frayed
Don’t shout out proudly that the cash cow’s lame
That proud call is wrong
Don’t scoot by trumpeting the cash cow’s gone
The quantize knob
That drains the beat of all soul
You hapless slob
Go back to sink in your hole
This thing’s going down
Don’t gift-horse gawk it at the cash cow now
Disdainful clown
Don’t go ‘round mocking on the cash cow now
And I will offer you a place
In my pavilion
And I must stick close to the grace
LyricsOf fifty billion
Smoke in the mouth
Stick in a candy apple
So luminous-
Skinned, but the face is awful
Some cloud unknown
This pinkness creeping as the sun comes low
That long haul, wow,
Don’t go ‘round mocking on the cash cow now
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upon the rails
among the weeds
i had a moment of
serenity
i saw you stand
in all the green
upon the rusting rail
balancing
you were
the only answer
my plans
spun all around you
five years in the wrong, i am assured
my name to you is just another word
and in your bed
in morristown
you had magazines
thrown around
from under them
the phone it rang
and in the margin there
you wrote the number down
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Down in the mouth and not half right
but i can feel the changes comin on
bloom like flowers in bluest night
bloom like the sunlight in my song
dum dumb dum dumb dum dum dumb bay dumb dumb
move on move on
dum dumb dum dumb dum dum dumb bay
all of the words you can't say right
burn my ass with anger to no end
i love my country so much man
like an exasperating friend
dum dumb dum dumb dum dum dumb bay dumb dumb
move on move on
dum dumb dum dumb dum dum dumb bay
now now now now now
now now now now now
Lyricsyeah, i believe the war is wrong
don't believe that nations can be steered
lead the world by smarts and compassion
by example, not coercion, force and fear
dum dumb dum dumb dum dum dumb bay dumb dumb
move on move on
dum dumb dum dumb dum dum dumb bay
ads for the army on cable
between ads for soda and skin cream
what about the kids you have signed up?
do you really love them as you claim?
now now now now now
now now now now now
dum dumb dum dumb dum dum dumb bay dumb dumb
move on move on
dum dumb dum dumb dum dum dumb bay
down in the mouth and not half right
but i can feel the changes comin on
bloom like the flowers in bluest night
bloom like the sunlight in my song
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Hey what do you
call this thing on my shoulder?
is it bones? is it cartalidge on my shoulder?
I have the wrong disease.
I have the wrong disease.
she wants to get fat and live above a laundry mat, in laundry town.
you know there's a little spain in every room.
she keeps maps,
she keeps figurines in every room.
she knows sam salavar
she knows sam salavar
she wants to get fat and live above a laundry mat in laundry town
in laundry town
in laundry town yeah,
in laundry town
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Sound so wrong but i need to fake the will to get along
feels alright when i drink to blur the day into the night
in blustering nights and through the rain it's all alone that i am sing this anguish to you.
and your'e to blame i'm still the same
i'm still the same
sounds so wrong but i need fake the will to get along
feels alright when i drink to blur the day into the night
in lovely hour and in the room
it's into bloom that i am close your flower for me and i'm to blame your'e still the same
your'e still the same
raise up girl and be glad you were not born a man
up girl and be glad you were not born a man
sounds so wrong but i need to fake the will to get along
sounds so wrong but i need to fake the
will to get along
and like a star
a star that i have chose to stand for me
and i am blazed stung out on the sky
Lyricssky's the same the moon's to blame
the moon's to blame
raise up girl and be glad you were not born a man
up man and be glad you were not born a god
sounds so wrong but i need to fake the will to get along
sounds so wrong but i need to fake the will to get along
sound so wrong but i need to fake the will to get along
sounds so wrong but i need to fake the will to get along
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