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Let Go (09/17/2002)
09/17/2002
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in blizzard of '77
the cars were just lumps on the snow
and then later
tripping in 7-11
the shelves were stretching out of control
on a plane ride
the more it shakes
the more i have to let go
now the signals
still getting all mixed up
we're always doing damage control
but in the middle of the night i worry
it's blurry even without light
i know i have got a negative edge
that's why i sharpen all the others a lot
it's like flowers or ladybugs
pretty weeds or red beetles with dots
(chorus)
i miss you more than i knew
(repeat)


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don't push me cause i'll fall in love
with whatever you just said
don't push me cause i'll fall in love
with the way you wear your head
out in the corner
you're glowing white
i want to want you
i need to need you
i'd love to love you
i want to want you
i need to need you
i'm begging to beg you
(chorus)
i'd like to say good-bye
to a complicated mind
but when i walk and wave
i'm stalked all day
by california lives
and things i didn't try
and the strangest colored eyes
(chorus)


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left some food wrapped up
in a plastic bag
on the kitchen table
way too long
i sat down to eat
next to the bag
i was too tired
to throw it out
i saw a swarm of fruit flies
i took the bag downstairs
when i came back
they were still there
flying jerky patterns
like snowflakes in the air
i'm sorry you've got nowhere to go
left straight right straight
i can't find a reason
i know i'll keep going but
i can't find a reason
nothing looks right
nothing smells right
Lyricsand i can't land
geometric patterns
smearing out of control
only have enough gas left
for the beercan to the bowl
what can you do but go on?
oh no you make your own mistakes
i cannot bring them back to you
oh no you make your own mistakes
i cannot measure up to you


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cats and dogs are coming down
14th street is gonna drown
everyone else rushing round
i've got blonde on blonde
on my portable stereo
it's a lullabye
from a giant golden radio
i've got no time i wanna lose
to people with something to prove
what can you do but let them walk
and make your way down the block
i've got blonde on blonde
on my portable stereo
it's a lullabye
from a giant golden radio
it's a lullabye
from wonder-woman's radio


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watching terrible tv
it kills all thought
getting spacier than
an astronaut
making out with people
i hardly know or like
i can't believe what i do
late at night
i wanna know what it's like
on the inside of love
i'm standing at the gates
i see the beauty above
only when we get to see
the aerial view
will the patterns show
we'll know what to do
i know the last page so well
i can't see the first
so i just don't start
it's getting worse
(chorus)
i can't find my way in
i try again and again
i'm on the outside of love
always under or above
must be a different view
to be a me with a you
of course i'll be alright
i just had a bad night


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do you ever feel like you just landed
on this earth?
see the creatures all do their dances
back and forth
you get restless and then you join them
on the floor
suddenly it's tomorrow
it's not today anymore
you talk to the ceiling every day
the speakers are shaking
why do i hear you okay?
they're playing soul at the wrong speed
it sounds right now
what are you doing to me?
d'you ever feel like what we call real life
is not so real?
tripping up on the same old problems
you had last year
well we'll pretend it's another planet
not so uptight
the stars are shining above the city
Lyricsevery night
they come every night
(chorus)
where are we going?
i don't care
our friends all left
let's go anywhere
it's getting late
i don't care
it's just you and me
let's go anywhere


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there's no quick fix
you gotta take your licks
strange times long lines
there are no clean cups
you gotta mess it up
to see why you cry
i can't stay home at night
i'm drawn out like a moth to lamplight
come on now
you gotta try it out
you're killing time
you're killing mine
don't go, i'll never know
when you're away, i sleep all day
nothing works and thinking hurts
you belong to me
in my dreams
(chorus)


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i'm putting this night down to bed
cause i was sitting at the bar
hoping you're walk in the door
that says killian's red
cause i left you a note that said
come on out and we'll both get
right off of our heads
and float up off the chair
we'll go on vacation tonight
under a sun of neon light
and i almost love this town
when i'm by your side
you woke me from a long sleep
and i'm almost back
closer than ever
to finding the hidden track
if i told you the truth
you wouldn't like what i said
i almost believed i was dead
there'll be no more waiting
you're gonna melt all the ice
in our heads
there'll be no more crying
you're gonna make it all better instead
(verse)
i get secrets at night
but they don't stay
i get secrets at night
but they go away


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pense a moi la prochaine fois que
tu entendra la rumeur des vagues
et si elles te disent que tu m'as fait
que du mal, t'en fais pas
j'suis la pour ca
la mer connait pas le fil du temps
qui nous rapproche et nous separe
vive la maree haute et vive la basse
mais surtout vive la difference
j'suis la pour ca
laisse couler le bateau
oublie tes moeurs
laisse-toi aller et n'ai pas peur
les mecs c'est des salauds
mais peut-etre pas tous
remplis ton verre et a nos amours
j'suis la pour ca


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i'm just a happy kid
stuck with the heart of a sad punk
drowning in my id
always searching like it's on junk
no matter who i hang out with
i can hear the clack clunk
of the chains that pull the cars up
the roller coaster mountain top so high
when it comes down it shoots back up
straight back to the sky
i gotta laugh and then i'm asleep
and then i walk around and wanna cry
out at night to do the strand
the little candles make the bottles glow
got ink all over my right hand
getting crushes with no chance to grow
it's like i'll never ever land
there's always too much sun
or too much snow
i get slow days and no days
i get rusty and it's hard
but i get notions that oceans
are coming to my call
you can learn to get along
i'm just a happy kid
stuck with the heart of an old punk
drowning in my id
always hungry like it's on junk
i'm just a happy kid


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movies like zoos
try another me and i will try another you
or put my arms around you
like i think you want me to
but tell me what you're thinking
i so often misconstrue
treading water treading white wine
seeing borders seeing straight lines
i get these feelings that i don't
have much time
always rushing always late
movies like zoos
i talk to missionaries when they're
standing at my door
they tell me what i should be reading
i still can't see what for
we both stand there politely trying
to change each other's core
when other angels float by
they seem likely to fall from the sky
what i want is difficult i must try


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sit on a train, reading a book
same damn planet every time i look
try to relax and slow my heartbeat
only works when i'm dead asleep
been thinking and drinking all over the town
must be gearing up for some kind of melt-down
all i am is a body floating down-wind
what's wrong?
nothing
are you sure nothing's wrong?
yeah
but you're sad about something
yeah
so tell me what
i don't know
i can't tell you
all i am is a body floating down-wind
as the express train passes the local
it moves by just like a paper boat
although it weighs a million pounds
i swear it almost seems to float
and as we pass by each other
our heads all full of bother
we can't look, we can't stop
we can't think, we can't stop
because we're stuck in our own paths
and it's the way it always lasts
but i need something more from you


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