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Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks Album


Stephen Malkmus (02/13/2001)
02/13/2001
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Offer your trust to a friend
Who is not what he says
And you know when you're dry, what you're thinkin
Trout in the brook, you're about to get hooked
To a greedy false un-Catholic knave

The Black Book you took
Was permanent-ally diversified
Cousin why, cousin why, cousin why (2x)

I took the locomotive to Kreutzberg
Passed through the scenery
And passengers got on that train too
And they really surprised me when they said:

" The Black Book you took
Was permanent-ally diversified
Cousin why, cousin why, cousin why" (2x)

I've got some friends
But I got some enemies too
And yes I got some people in between
People just like you

The Black Book you took
Was permanent-ally diversified
Cousin why, cousin why, cousin why
The Black Book you took
Was permanent-ally diversified (2x)


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Wake up early in (Karakatu), Alaska
We put our masks on to welcome the dawn
Call the huskies and collide into their fur
Fragrant in the overcast
Dont be a bitter man
It could be worser,
A slave in Belarus or
a mat in Japan
Its cold as shit, always that way
Sometimes it gets to 99 below

Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah

(Whoa wha-oh)
I got some lovely phantasies
(Whoa wha-oh)
I got some lovely phantasies
And you got some lovely phantasies
Tear off the top, let your memory pop
Its running, running running, running away
Lyrics
After hours of fishin' through holes
In the ice we drilled
You told me that you had a plan
"Lets emigrate south to Sarasota
Where the marlin fishing never lets up
Untilyou want it to end"

(White men go, white men go)

White men go
to pieces in the tropics
I bet that is a topic
You'd rather not broach
Later on I'm gonna turn the heat to 10
I'll thaw your foolish dreams away


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"And in a funny way, the shaving of my, uh, head has been a liberation from, uh, a lot of, uh, stupid vanities really. Uh, it has simplified everything for me, it has opened a lot of doors maybe."
[SM]

I'm not what you think I am
I'm the king of Siam
I've got a bald head
My name is Yul Brynner
And I am a famous movie star
Perhaps you saw me in Westworld
I acted like a robotic cowboy
It was my best role
I can not deny I
Felt right home deep inside
That electronic carcass

You're such monumental slime
Let the punishment fit the crime
Tie it to a chair
The house music will blare
And turn your ears into
A medicinal jelly
Stay inside on Christmas Day
And make believe that you are my candy cane
You said, "I'm not that type,
No I'm not sweet, and I'm not overripe

Bob Dylan sang in
"Its alright mama im only bleeding",
Everything from toy guns that spark to flesh colored Christs that glow in the dark
Its easy to see we got in too far and not much is really sacred.


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Bleed the pot
When you're hot you're hot
And when enough is enough
Do the fakers drop out?
Promise me
You will always be
Too awake to be famous
Too wired to be safe
But all you really wanted
Was everything
Plus everything
And the truth
I only poured you
Half a line

Carry on
It's a marathon
Take me off the list
I don't want to be missed
Carrion
Its what we all become
LyricsFrom small minds and tall trees
Away from the action
But all you ever wanted
Was everything
And everything
Plus the truth
I only poured you
Half alive
Half alive


I only poured you half a lie


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AT Age 19 I was kidnapped by Turkish pirates
Mediterranean thugs
After some torture they considered me their mascot
Cypriotic Good Luck
I had to taste the deck and many other things
I had to pay the piper with my wedding ring
And I would never see my family again

By 25 I was respected as an equal
My art was a knife
On countless raids I was the first one up the lanyard
Yeah I was seeking a fight
There is no time to pray
And there's no time to beg
And then it's off with an arm
Or it's off with a leg
And if I spare your life
It's because the tide is leaving

Oh yeah

LyricsBy 31 I was the captain of a galleon
I was Poseidon's new son
The coast of Montenegro was my favorite target
It was ever so fun
We had no wooden legs
Or steel hooks
We had no black eye patches
Or a starving cook
We were just killers with the cold eyes of a sailor
Yeah we were killers with the cold eyes of a sailor


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Hate recreated
A revelation
Uh, listen to me
I'll tell you I'm about to run
The ceilings are undone

Specialized victories
For over-age whores
I felt up your feelings
And they left me no more time
To see what I want to find

Chorus:
Believe -- let it go
And leave -- The shots in closing
Believe -- Discretion grove
For it's time
To go there
Yeah, there's time, there's time, there's time
To go there

LyricsCelt alcoholic
Feeling past blue
I'm tryin to get up
From sending all my selves to you
And in times I tilted truth

Major Alfonso
Mind of DeGaulle
The ceremonial dead trees
Told him all that he could do
And it's all we do to run, run, run...

(Chorus)

You're never gonna run aground until the sun is down
You are gonna hear the sound of a crazy ship
On an insane raid
Just crash our wind on a manic bay
(Distract the wind on a manic bay)
(Scratch the wind on a manic Bay)


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Sad enough
I frequently find
There's no proof of halos
Strapped in your mind
The world passes by in a flash
From the birth of the earth
To the curse of your desperate math
We spell troubbble

Long lasting sting
Literal swine drop
If he couldn't stand you
He's a bona fide dying tribe
The world passes by in a flash
>From the birth of the earth
To the curse of your desperate math
We spell troubbble
T R O U - B B B L E


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There once was an empire chase
Known as a great, great game
And one of its rooks came from Stoke-on-Trent
And Mortimer was his name

An impotent tea-bag spazz
Pride of the vicar caste
Sent off to Asia
Expansion land
Determined to be a man
Determined to be a man
Determined to be a man
Determined to be a man
Determined to be a man

He loved a nice sag aloo
The long, lazy afternoons
But soon he was singing
A different tune
It went something just like this

A billion flies on a horse's tail
The spirit of a late, lame raj
Punjabi's finest, bring me your wine list
As the news comes across the air today:
"Tension grows in Afghanistan
Carbine bullets could settle the score"--
I had a crap gin tonic it wounded me
Send my way off on one
Send my way off on one, two, three, four


. . .



Greek gods are communing
Beneath the Doric arch
And they talk how small we humans are
They drink to Agamemnon
They toast his Pyhrric march
And wait for the sacrifices

Shepherds herd in real time
Sheep are barley-grazing on a field of green
Vines ripen to find
Troy will prevail
Trojan curfews prevail

So we got smashed on Ios
Down around some Doric arch
And the trashed blonde Scandi
Mistook me for a Swede
Her slurred Medieval accent
Was like a puddle at my feet
You could see chopped tobacco in her teeth

Flaccid
On a rock hard strip of concrete
Near a field of green
We sign Deutschmarks are fine
Aren't you too pale
Does it hurt you?
So pale
Trojan curfews prevail


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Do you want to know where it stands right now?
Do you really care what, when, why, or how?
I came to crave your spastic touch
The honest way you move is too much
before we can change we could levitate
Erase mistakes of the forest greats
Fermented minds could make them shake
Permission granted for the wolverine stakes,

A Love to tear you off

The formless matters of the brain
Inequality of the drifting chain
A moment I could learn to love
The salutations to the levels above
We'll split the difference, call it quits
This is no new romantic blitz-krieg
Pull off the foil and watch it break
A whisper's crushing all the sympathy gates

A Love to tear you off


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Jennifer dates a man in a 60s cover band
He's the Ess-dog, or Sean if you wish
She's 18, he's 31
She's a rich girl, he's the son
Of a Coca-Cola middle man

Kiss when they listen
To "Brothers In Arms"
And if there's something wrong with this
They don't see the harm
In joining their forces and singing along

See those rings on her toes Check that frisbee in his Volvo
It's a Volvo with ancient plates
They've got a dog she named Trey
A retriever with a frayed bandana around his neck

Trey has a window into their relationship
The baby talk voices
And the post class-a nasal drip
But it all seems to function
LyricsAt least in her dog's mind

Let me out of here
Let me out of here
You got to let me out of here
You got to let me out of here
Let me out of here
Out of here
Out of here, out of here
Let me out of here ill hit the ground running

Jennifer left for school up in Boulder
And the Ess-dog came to visit when he could
But the strain was too much
They could not make up for distance
And the distance between their years

Neither one listens
To "Brothers In Arms"
The Ess-dog waits tables
And he sold his guitar
Jenny pledged Kappa and she started pre-law
And off came those awful toe rings
Off came those awful toe rings


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[Deado]
Feel the work
Of the tooth-impacting jerks,
Seem to measure you for size,
They got metal in their eyes [oh yeah]
We're chasin' performance and several moods
We're chasin' performance and several moods
Times where easy wages fat,
Stumble on inflated stats

Jan, you took me far into a long line.
Divine divine divine divine
Jen, you took me far into a long line.

I can't employ employ the tactics,
Already rented them out to my friend Snake/Schnake
The equinox tail- chaser -- super frail
Smoking in the fog,
Set a trap in the mirage,
Well we'll never see the rights
That won't see the libel
They'll file the fine,

Jen, you took me far into a long line.
Divine divine divine divine
Jen, you took me far into a long line.
Divine divine divine divine


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