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How far you go and what you say
will never keep the tides away
[The sea(sink/sake/sank?) or the wind or the fog(fall?)
(and savor the way/weight that we fought?)] {I really have no clue about
this part]
Cut a window
through a wall
hello
hello
hello hello?
hello? (hello hello hello)
If madness comes so much the better touche
If madness comes so much the better touche
A wicked week
and logic creed(creek)
I need water and a seat
[The sea(sink/sake/sank?) or the wind or the fog(fall?)
(and savor the way/weight that we fought?)]
A cup of snow
a snowflake kid
he is coming off the grid
Madness comes so much the better to sha--
If madness comes so much the better to sha--
Explosive path
I cannot dodge your draft
because the air is like
perfume from vikings
Hanging with
the brown rice clique
Tennyson and politics
(You gotta hesitate from the man at jack fruit barbe jacks and jill
barbeque???)
{good luck!}
([voice in the studio PA system?: Right here, this where its all gonna its
gonna
happen right here, right?)
(random screaming and whooooa-ing)
Madness comes so much the better to sha--
If madness comes so much the better to sha--
Grass grows warped
shade (shape?) of the county court
I know you want that spawn just to your liking
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The presence in the pores of a grapefruit rind
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Cruising alligator
Blinded by the surf
Came here only yesterday
From the worst place on this earth
In this evil Everglades
You'll find no peace of mind
Watch out for the marsh hawk
He'll rip off your behind
Do not feed the Oyster
Under a cloud
He'll suck you like a seagull
Into the sou-ou-ou-ound
Under a cloud
Do not feed the oysters
Under the grou-ou-ou-ound
Under the grou-ou-ou-ound
Underground
Lyrics
I hope you got there early
And I hope you brought your date
I hope she traveled to Chicago
Second class, not freight
Wedding bells and Christmas hells
And a life you did aspire
No more time to fight about
Attention in the choir
Do not feed the Oysters
Under the clouds
They'll suck you like a seagull
Into the sou-ou-ou-ound
Under a cloud
Do not feed the oysters
Under the grou-ou-ou-ound
Under the grou-ou-ou-ound
Under the grou-ou-ou-ound
Under the grou-ou-ou-ound
Under the grou-ou-ou-ound
Under-ground
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there's aggression in the air this morning
got your ballerina tights around my head
in a samurai pose on the bed
vanessa from queens
and the water dripping from the faucet
is like mardi gras on the twelfth of june
why don't you let me let me let me love you
vanessa from queens
i've got the right to fly
i'm gonna show you the time of your life
i got the rights to fly
so give it up right then now x2
what about
well the avenue is in a panic
bob packwood wants to suck your toes
such a lovely lovely lovely way to go
vanessa from grecia that's right
do you today wipe that body
keep the elements off with a smile
and never have to work another day
vanessa from queens
i've got the right to fly
i'm gonna show you the time of your life
i got the right to fly
so give it up right then now x2
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to get to transelton b yeah a minor must go
through so many foul creeps and I want you to know
I got a fingerful of catatonic drool
The way you cast the shape
Stutters me from head to toe
It takes all night to get off you x3 off you off you
You are dabby just like you're a comedian
Who has been banished to the deep channels of my tv
Cause you're not funny man
You're fuckin fuckin lame
Live a lie live a lie
It takes all night to get off you x3 off you off you
Hahahahahahahaha woah
I interrogated you for hours on end
And though the story is tight I've got a hearing again
Your daddy's got your keys
Live a lie
It takes all night to get off you x3 off you off you
hahahahahahahaha
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sacrifice for you was just flirtation
and friendship a cold convenience
i wonder sometimes what you're made of
is it rayon or is it dust?
how you calibrate your intuition
such that it just beats the kill
and every single night i try to make you come alive
you shove it right back in my face
and you, you don't see me
cause you won't change
you, it don't seem to me
that your big old Russian brain can keep you ahead of the stoplights
you to me is like carbon dioxide
you know I won't be your frozen rose
but why don't you just let me get up yeah
before you do the rowdy rowdy rowdy rowdy rough
reach reach grab it grab it bleach bleach stab it stab it
seech reach nab it nab it bleach bleach
where will we fall where will we fall for the darkness if
animal midnight a shit for a brain
crawl up a leech line shot into me in the yellow and blue
is it piss is it sky is it why we try
and you, you don't see me
cause you, you won't change
you, you don't see me
because you, you you you you won't change you won't change
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you fed his bod a metal rod
you turned into a fuselage
you took a right on the new highway
and did a waltz on his jelly laze
rising rising
when your pictures is American icons rising rising
run to the riches and you tear up your shell ronde creatures
and day-glo kids with your riders on top too riding riding
if you're like me it's not too late
you fantasize about the page
a two-horse carriage garage
take the reins down the new highway
a culvert down to the ducks and drakes
rising rising
looking mighty fake with your ? tailbone
flizing flizing
soon you'll go to this killing time
blondie creature
multiple gear with his eyes all around you
rying rying
if you're like me it's not too late
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in better times a spell could save you
the wine that we threw into a chasm came right back at you
now it's all so straight and narrow and the skeptics rule the nation
the servants scream âЂŒalways wear blackâЂќ
the stupid cinematic witchscapes give you a skewed impression of the realms of the magic arts
yes it's all over your head so enjoy the dim vacation
a sermon reads âЂŒnever wear blackâЂќ
there is no now you can tape that to your devil brow
time came for the end my lord explain your cattle call
what we need is a soft second serve of your fine approximations
shepherd reed âЂŒalways wear blackâЂќ
you find the grace in true frustration
time came before the end my lord, explain
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martha wants jackie, jackie wants william, william wants leroy, but leroy is straight
he couldn't commit to the mental jujitsu of switchin his hittin from ladies to men
check it out i rub so well the narrows draw you out
i kiss and tell and make life hell you know what it's about here
William was shattered, not that it mattered
message to jackie: I'll see you at eight
he cooked her a dinner, and boy it's a winner
it's better than chocolate and pink champagne
they want to stay confined within the fortress of this day
stick that in your craw
check it out i rub so well the narrow draws you out
i kiss and tell and make life hell you know what it's about
the memories fine a heart is like wine a lover that is so sublime
memories fine her heart is like red wine a lover that is so sublime here
the chills won't shake on your spine
everybody every oh...
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Blind son man from Netherlands, he knew not what bands he mixed
They sounded a bit like a zephyr and a bit like the jicks
He craned his neck over the desk waiting for something to ride
And you weren't there to feed him air the second that moment arrived
1% of one is 1% of one is one
The band became a picture frame surrounding the vision he dreamt
Walls are walking round in squares dividing your room as they will
And there my friend the story ends short though I know it may be
The band swished into a tune and the walls were walking tall
1% of one is 1% of one is one
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I wish we could get our act together
Make some sense of present tense alright
Take our time with what we find and fear it
Don't you know there's someplace else that we can go
Billions of trees to climb
I don't really know your taste in ceilings
I don't know the rpm you rev
But for now I think I'll keep on reeling
This adventure needs a little game, my friend
It never ever ends
We're locked in to talking a lariat knot to a Cree
A walk in the cotton a rebel attempted to ski
We're locked in to talking I'd rather you not than agree
To walk in in cotton a rebel attempted to ski
On gypsum slacks, you can't do that
Streaking through the ferns in Allegheny
Chatting up a panda in a bar
Well I like wearing slippers when it's raining
This attraction bleeds into a thirst, like it always does, here
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