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| 1. |
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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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| 2. |
| 2:40 |
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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 Don't be a bitter man It could be worse, 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 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 Until you 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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| 3. |
| 4:02 |
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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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| 4. |
| 3:20 |
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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 From 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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| 5. |
| 3:03 |
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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 By 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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| 6. |
| 3:15 |
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Hate recreated
A revelation Uh listen to me I'll tell you I'm about to run The ceiling's are undone Specialized victories For overage whores I felt up your feelings And they left me no more time To see what I want to find Believe-- let it go And leave--The shots in closing Believe--Discretion grove For it's time To go there Yea there's time, there's time, there's time To go there Celt 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 up the gold THe ceremonial dead trees Told him all that he could do And it's all we do to run, run, run, 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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| 1:41 |
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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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| 8. |
| 5:55 |
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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 |
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| 4:06 |
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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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| 10. |
| 2:56 |
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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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| 11. |
| 2:45 |
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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 At 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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| 12. |
| 3:36 |
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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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