1. |
Venus and Mars
02:32
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she says 'look at me,
I'm your one and lonely..
beautifully sad,
star crossed and holy..'
and 'everything is copy,
but you write well..'
I said 'I'm from alabama, baby
can't you tell?..'
venus and mars
in runaway cars
on the skyways..
faster than sound
when we're coming back down
screaming may-day..
still hanging on..
young love..
well, ain't god clever..
centuries old
still now or never..
she says 'I don't do funerals
but I dig the hearse
so, don't go lookin down
when I'm pullin outta yours..'
venus and mars
in runaway cars
on the skyways..
faster than sound
when we're coming back down
screaming may-day..
still hanging on..
every word you say..
venus and mars
in broken down cars
on the skyways..
faster than sound
when we're coming back down
screaming may-day..
venus and mars
and runaway stars
on the skyways..
an exception to the rule..
like everybody's fool..
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2. |
Little Kisses
03:03
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lips pouty, sugar red
wrapped tight around every word you said..
planets shift and the stars collide
she says 'hold on tight, baby.. we never really die..'
a thousand little kisses
on your face..
a thousand little kisses
in your place..
a thousand little kisses..
a candy cane and the book of psalms
hearts exploding like atom bombs
don't lose it all 'cause you lost a part
time is slowin down now, it's never too late to start..
a thousand little kisses
on your face..
a thousand little kisses
in your place..
a thousand little kisses.
a thousand little kisses
on your face..
a thousand little kisses
in your place..
a thousand little kisses..
a thousand little kisses..
a thousand little kisses..
a thousand little kisses..
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3. |
Drive
03:18
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a super moon in late july
derecho winds in a western sky
platitudes, a whisper to a roar..
the gospel truth in symphony
the irony is killing me
and every breath that came before..
dream of stars and count to ten
uncomfortable in my own skin..
I've got the wheel, and nothin more..
I drive..
yeah, I drive..
I drive as far as I can go,
without letting go..
I drive..
the open road, I'm beside myself
another day, I'll be someone else
all that glitters will surely last..
mercury in a worn tattoo
got old before it ever felt new..
like the marks on your pretty past..
dream of stars and count to ten
spin the dials and begin again..
drive..
just drive..
drive as far as I can go,
until I'm letting go..
I drive..
I'm alive..
watchin the tail lights fade away
there's only one thing left to say..
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4. |
Lazarus
02:59
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I saw you outside of Barristers
you set yourself on fire..
shootin down the alley like a bottle rocket,
you couldn't get much higher..
gold rings on the paper
a bargain basement parade..
sellin that shit from the trunk of your car,
smilin like you got it made..
it's good to see you, my friend
someone said you were alive again
how many days now has it been?
since you were sayin your last goodbyes..
skateboards and Valhalla
eight balls on the scene..
a tattoo of the dali lama,
smokin with the detroit lean..
singin out on the sidewalk
keyed up and amplified..
layin it down with a jap guitar,
and notes from the other side..
it’s good to see you, my friend
someone said you were alive again
how many years now has it been,
since they were reading you your last rites?..
good to see you, my friend
someone said you were alive again
how many days now has it been?
since you were sayin your last goodbyes..
(it’s good to see you again..)
(it’s good to see you, my friend..)
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5. |
Tuesday via Tomorrow
02:43
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saturday, I hear you say
you don’t ever wanna end up
in between, what you mean
and all of friday’s hang-ups
up or down , lost or found - I cant decide..
tuesday via tomorrow
two days to forget
did you let it go, or hold on
it’s not time to come up yet…
wednesday night, shining bright
hold my breath, and find you waiting
thursday falls, you never call
and, I’m already fading
black to gray, night to day - I cant decide..
tuesday via tomorrow
two days to forget
did you let it go, or hold on
it’s not time to come up yet…
cause I know everything, there is to know about
everything I’m letting go
all of sunday’s sorrow
tuesday via tomorrow….
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6. |
Turnstyles
02:37
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we're shipwrecked, pale and worn
an ellipsis.. brevity's scorn..
and these streetlights can't guide us home
under cover, address unknown..
another new town and another new show
put your hands in my pockets baby, don't let go..
our hearts on fire, and the night's still young
push the turnstyles til they come undone..
tail lights and tarot cards
a king's ransom, cowards starve..
in tatters, nerves and doubt
saints linger, and fools rush out..
take the lid off the powder before it blows..
put your hands in my pockets baby, don't let go..
the stars are all loaded, and the night's still young
push the turnstyles til they come undone..
take the lid off the powder before it blows..
put your hands in my pockets baby, don't let go..
put your hands in my pockets baby, don't let go..
put your hands in my pockets baby, don't let go..
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7. |
Ghost From the Stone
03:07
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the Arlington, and time stands still
insomnia and bitter pills..
an arbitrage of gold and red
a battlefield inside your head..
palindromes and a paper chase
loyal to our best mistakes..
a gravitas in full effect
we'll waste these days dreaming..
of the next..
of festivals and airplane rides
lunar cycles and rising tides..
songs unsung and books unread
a treasure chest inside your head..
anchors down, before we wake
beneath the waves that just won't break..
built for speed, and born to run
we'll waste these days dreaming of..
those to..
come home..
you're not alone..
you were the best that you could give me..
the best that you could give me..
come back home..
up the stairs to the promenade
some are even, some are odd ..
souvenirs from best laid plans
black nails and shaking hands..
a new adaptation to the rules
and everything they thought of you..
burn the check now, before we run
and waste these days dreaming..
of those to..
come home..
you're not alone..
you were the best that you could give me..
the best that you could give me..
come back home..
ghost from the stone..
you were the best that you could give me..
the best that you could give me..
come back home..
come back home..
come back home..
you're not alone..
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8. |
Valhalla
03:18
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sixty-six and you owe me three
double down, baby nothin's free
tulip petals and a smoking gun
sticky fingers, don't you wanna come?..
out of breath, down on all fours
free or not free, the choice is yours
light the flame now, kill the spark
I could find you.. in the dark..
come on baby, dance with me
you're beautiful..
come on baby, dance for me
you're beautiful..
soaking wet in your mother's dress
whisper sweetly, forget the rest
a carillon of broken wings..
salvation when the caged bird sings..
higher now than the mezzanine
intuition, and dirty dreams
a field of violets in violent bloom
a soft surrender inside your room..
come on baby, dance with me
you're beautiful..
come on baby, dance for me
you're beautiful..
come on baby, dance with me
you're beautiful..
come on baby, dance for me
you're beautiful..
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9. |
El Rojo
02:54
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I want a girl, in black leather
makes me smile, when we're together
tongue tied.. and tethered..
she's cheap wine, at eye level
she's the promise, and the devil
she's so cool.. disheveled..
she says let's leave this world behind
they're all just fucking blind..
come on, come on
now don't you wanna shake me?
come on, come on
well, don't you wanna take me?
out tonite.. baby, for a ride..
she's unhinged, undercover
beneath the radar, and the rubber
untamed.. undiscovered..
so drop the syntax and rhyme
we're all just killin time.
come on, come on
now don't you wanna shake me?
come on, come on
well, don't you wanna take me?
out tonite.. baby, for a ride..
a host of empty stares
she moves in circles, not in squares..
come on, come on
now don't you wanna shake me?
come on, come on
well, don't you wanna take me?
out tonite.. baby, for a ride..
come on, come on
now don't you wanna shake me?
come on, come on
well, don't you wanna take me?
out tonite.. baby, for a ride..
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10. |
Baby It's True
02:19
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I'm just so sick of you
there's nothin left to do
standin by the ocean, everything turns blue..
I'm going back to the start
when you weren't breaking my heart
runnin round in circles, falling apart..
up from the static, like a spinning top
a carousel and a whistle stop
a halo’s haze and a box of raindrops
from you..
baby, it's true..
one foot out the door
strung out on the floor
circling the wagons, comin back for more..
another note from the past
that's never meant to last
coming up for air, and running out of gas..
turn that radio up when we get high
swore that thing would never fly
on a one way ticket and an alibi
for two..
baby, it's true..
turn that radio up when we get high
a broken record in a painted sky
bought a one way ticket and an alibi
for two..
baby, it's true..
baby, it's true..
baby, it's true..
baby, it's true..
baby, it's true..
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11. |
Islamorada
03:16
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she's a nine dollar bill made in china
she's dirty money, that'll never buy ya
so what's the point now, of hangin on?..
florida sunshine, better than texas
gold plated grill on her '89 lexus
what's the point now exactly of movin on?..
she says 'it's not me baby, it's gotta be you'..
a soap box derby on the isle of jews
along with her little mexican friend named Flon..
shotgun start, and it's goin down
a photo finish at the starlite lounge
pack your bags baby, we're movin on..
all alone on a three day bender
with a note attached that says 'return to sender'..
she changed her clothes, and then she changed my mind..
on the upside now of a bipolar swing
black and red on her mood ring..
she says 'no' is a.. complete sentence..
she puts the d.i.s. in functional
a high wire act, untouchable..
a divided declaration of independence..
she’s all alone on a three day bender
with a note attached that says 'return to sender'..
meet you in the middle on the other side..
comin in high, with full flaps down
gravity's pull and the speed of sound..
clear the deck now, and run for cover..
radio silence and a show of hands
einstein, newton, and the best laid plans..
all clearly ill-equipped to be her lover..
all alone on a three day bender
with a note attached that says 'return to sender'..
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12. |
Liz Phair
02:25
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whip smart,
from the start
baby's shootin rockets straight thru my heart..
a supernova in a super sonic dream..
so high,
why can't I?
find the words to say when I just sigh..
yeah, she's everything to me..
liz phair
I don't care
if the whole world stops and stares..
I'll keep climbing every step
on this ladder to your heart..
exiled,
with style
sugar sweet and somethin wild..
burning letters under california stars..
six one,
fuck and run
girly sounds and a smoking gun..
pretty girl playin makeup with a guitar..
liz phair
I don't care
if the whole world stops and stares..
I'll keep climbing every step
on this ladder to your heart..
she's so extra ordinary
in every single way..
liz phair
I don't care
if the whole world stops and stares..
I'll keep climbing every ladder
to this terrace in your heart..
liz phair
I will dare
take a chance on anywhere..
cross my heart..
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13. |
Nine Muses
03:22
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throwing muses, in a life undone
scars and bruises, from when we were young..
she has trouble, with goodbyes..
true north, now.. but still no stars..
a broken compass in these mid-day bars..
she's honest when she's tellin a lie..
lonely now, like her favorite old coat..
we laugh out loud, when there's not a joke..
I pass her clumsy notes when she cries..
she's not dying too young, she was born too late..
can't let it go, underneath this weight..
she has trouble when she's saying goodbye..
afraid of heights, not afraid to fall
I catch her breath everytime she calls..
she never seems to act surprised..
lonely now, like her favorite old coat..
we laugh out loud, when there's not a joke..
I pass her clumsy notes when she cries..
she's not dying too young, she was born too late..
can't let it go, underneath this weight..
she has trouble when she's saying goodbye.. (goodbye..)
throwing muses, in a life undone
scars and bruises, from when we were young..
she has trouble, with goodbyes..
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