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| 1. |
| 3:36 | 
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I'm rolling.........
I've gotta get a new balm I've gotta get a tight tension on I've got to slip it up until the rush gets gone I've got to feel it with the hot mind on I'm rolling Hey Norman was it thrown with a broken arm? Bottle it up, to keep it warm I'm rolling I know you got it but you got to go I'm gonna get into the batter so the mix might glow I hate to do it, but I did it though I'm gonna bite into the body like the risk is no risk I got the souped up car and what you call tripping on the boom bap etymological I ride the fader and I ride it low I'm gonna slip into the field like Han Solo I'm rolling One two into the amplifier, the electrified two Into the amplifier, and you got to get to Into the amplifier, one two into the amplifier I'm rolling |
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| 2. |
| 3:25 |
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His eyes go funny, you can't place why.
All dolled up in bellhop drag. It is like a burden to the beat, to the long gone. I was once misinformed about your intentions. Were you right to burn the rock star? Were you right to drop the roster? One dollar bill, one dollar bill. Nah nah nah. |
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| 3. |
| 3:07 |
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When you were languishing in rooms I built to foul you in
And when the wind set down in funnel form and pulled you in I don't need to walk around in circles When the ghostly dust of violence traces everything And when the gas runs out just wreck it, you insured the thing But I can't sigh now that you made the move It has gone and gone to dogs, lay down on the floor For the right price I can get everything Slip into the car, go driving to the farthest star |
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| 4. |
| 5:01 |
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Blame
Is the cure Cure anything Throw the rudder down Throw the rudder down Broad Latitude Broad latitude Throw the rudder down Throw the rudder down |
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| 5. |
| 4:29 |
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I stopped the thought before it's drip became insistent
I rubbed it out and loved the spot where it was missing She's widely known the only maquereau that pays her taxes I got to box her for the money, said it might end Reeling and stubling, I've got to bump around a while You don't use words like that, St. Louise is listening You rang the eskimo to meet you at the station Oh he's like milk to you half swedish and half asian And your aphasia strikes a bargain with the barter yard I got to box you for the money, said it might end Reeling and stumbling, I've got to bump around a while You don't use words like that, St. Louise is listening I could be your babydoll, I could be your doll baby I could be the things you want I could do it all for you Let me get up on it, let me let me |
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| 6. |
| 4:32 |
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Dumb bah did du dumb
I need time to scrounge the rent, need time to contemplate the accident I got to drag my ass to now, how did I come to stop here? And oh I knew the gas was gone but I had to rev the motor Pull back the hand you might get it cut off in the rotor Maybe I'll come down She's on Laureate's turf, she's on Laureate's side She's in a better state, she feels a better fire And oh I dreamed a great parade, shooting all the guns in Brooklyn The man who had a spare held out two and then you and then you took one Freeze or burn, all else is only icing |
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| 7. |
| 4:04 |
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I met a girl on roller skates
Ahe had a spare bag, she had lost some weight Where I used to work, she was a waitress She proposed a trade, it was generous She's gone to Houston, feel like I'm floating in a warm sea And if she finds out when she comes back, I know that she wil leave me Oh I heard a sign, it was a dull crack It was a clock hand, It was snapping back Oh it wasn't her's, it was the dope's kiss I'll take the blame upon my shoulder, I just love to feel like this Roller Boogie, motherfucker |
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| 8. |
| 3:08 |
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Lifting me up like a garage door
I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on I know you Lord are a jealous lord I know the tablet is your competition And I need for you to be reasonable How much? She said for three hundred dollars I'll do it Beating me down just like a rain storm I need to feel it when the rain starts coming on I know the skin is a jealous skin I know the sky it is its competition |
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| 9. |
| 3:26 |
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Shooed out like a house fly
This house was half my mind I don't dispute the doubts you've outlined But it's my right to waste your time These things May come to be and these things won't kill me and these things it stands to reason these things please tell me throw out the la-la by the busload Match the photo to the description I do indeed and shall continue Dispatch the shiftless man to points beyond and spieling so ceaselessly is my grief please spare me your feelings the spattering it bores me don't test me and half-masted bass boosted sling-backed fully retractable Burned in on the 8th of May She was spectacular I walk the halfmoon by the busstop sliding cross the street to her |
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| 10. |
| 4:16 |
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Stop hitching the monster man
It was a bad plan, but I had to get to town Unbitten, but the way I found it was a hand came down And pow, I got illuminated That's why I have got my mind in my own Hand over the wave, hand over the water, the realest of the real It's like the burnout said - phenomenon To the ruder bar in a Buddha plump van It was a stamped can, it was a clamor Understanding, and all you people jumping but we raised the bar You're dumber than a box of rocks Give up, star The inscrutable, the irrefutable, the illegible, the indisputable The undisputed Makes me go on a dig |
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| 11. |
| 4:16 |
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Oh pride is not a sin,
And that's why I have gone on down to Wal-Mart With my checkbook to get you some. Like waves in which you drown me, shouting I knoe you must've realized by now And by the lawnchairs there Next to the racks of guns Your self esteem is waiting Canned up in alluminum |
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| 12. |
| 4:03 |
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Is you am a dog? Is you got a dog? Is you am a dog? Hold closed the jaw. How many cans must I stack up To wash you out of my mind, Out of my consciousness? How many times must I cash out To bring you back the check, fat Off of my slenderness? She says |
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| 13. |
| 2:53 |
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I don't mind the worry following me like a dinosaur
I don't fear I am descending into the molten core So far, I have not found the science But the numbers keep on circling me I'm gonna give you most of mine I'm gonna give it if I don't slip you |
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| 14. |
| 6:46 |
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New York, New York
I won't go back Indelible reminder of the steel I lack I gave you seven years What did you give me back? A jaw-grind, disposistion to a panic attack On this side the incumbent And who quoth There's only one everything Red sucker mouth |
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