one song

Dude · November 16, 2005

i used to think if i could realize i'd die

then i would be a lot nicer

used to believe in a lot more

now i just see straight ahead

that's not to say i don't have good times

but as for my days

i spend them waiting

crash sites keep me up at night

impact division it splits in two

directly underneath you

as for those things (as for those things)

that act as markers in your life

but in between (but in between)

you can't remember

and so it seems (and so it seems)

that you've grown up and over me (up and over me)

and these silly things (these silly things)

i like to dwell on

test sites keep me up at night

chainlink and meters

i talk to you

it's cold out there

but i'm telling you

i'm lonely too

facts versus romance

you go and call yourself the boss

but we're not robots inside a grid

text versus romance

you go and add it all you want

still we're not robots inside a grid

zeros and ones

embiggen · November 16, 2005

Working up a fever in a one-horse town

was a Jockey by the name of Joe

He didn't have a lot of you might call luck

but he had a lot of get up and go

Get up and go

Get up and go back home

Get up and go

Get up and go back home

Tall in the saddle in a one-horse town

Joey knew someday he'd hit the road

He traded with a dealer for a pick-up truck

And went looking for a medium load

Get up and go

Get up and go back home

Get up and go

Get up and go back home

Cruising down the highway doing sixty-five

in the middle of the double white line

His foot down on the gas and his head in the clouds

He didn't see the one-way sign

Get up and go

Get up and go back home

Get up and go

Get up and go back home

solace · November 17, 2005

fitting considering the current weather:

Maybe when it's day, it's cold, and I know for certain

When I go outside and my head started hurtin

It's a winter's day and I know for certain

When I go outside my head starts hurtin

So I wrap it up in materials

Keep my hair from getting cold

I'll wrap it up in materials to

Keep my hair from getting cold

And I said tell my friends when I have kids

Yeah I said tell my friends when I have kids

I'm gonna want that child to be a long-haired child

I'm gonna want the child to be a long-haired child

When I go outside to mingle in the snow

My head looked like a globe

Ain't no hair on it at all

Do I buy a wig

Should I grow my beard

And comb it upwards

And around my ears

Well I can't wait for the kids to come

I can't wait for the kids to come

Say hey babe you no go no barbershop

mpolak21 · November 17, 2005

Working up a fever in a one-horse town
was a Jockey by the name of Joe
He didn't have a lot of you might call luck
but he had a lot of get up and go
Get up and go
Get up and go
Get up and go back home
Get up and go
Get up and go
Get up and go back home

Tall in the saddle in a one-horse town
Joey knew someday he'd hit the road
He traded with a dealer for a pick-up truck
And went looking for a medium load

Get up and go
Get up and go
Get up and go back home
Get up and go
Get up and go
Get up and go back home

Cruising down the highway doing sixty-five
in the middle of the double white line
His foot down on the gas and his head in the clouds
He didn't see the one-way sign

Get up and go
Get up and go
Get up and go back home
Get up and go
Get up and go
Get up and go back home

Fuck yeah, when I was in fifth grade I watched All You Need is Cash with my father and I decided to become a music fan and I've been starving ever since....

This is my favorite of theirs

Time goes by, as we all know, naturally

People come and people go, naturally

Let's be natural

ever since the world began

let's be natural

every woman, every man

let's be natural

as follows nature's plan

let's be natural

Oh, yeah

Stars are in the sky above naturally

People rise and fall in love naturally

Let's be natural

ever since the world began

let's be natural

every woman, every man

let's be natural

as follows nature's plan

let's be natural

Everything is everything naturally

Yeah, people cry, laugh and sing naturally

Let's be natural

ever since the world began

let's be natural

every woman, every man

let's be natural

as follows nature's plan

let's be natural

Yeah

It would be so natural

(repeats, fades)

--Mike

Dude · November 17, 2005

So messed up I want you here

In my room I want you here

Now we're gonna be face-to-face

And I'll lay right down in my favorite place

And now I wanna be your dog

Now I wanna be your dog

Well c'mon

Now I'm ready to close my eyes

And now I'm ready to close my mind

And now I'm ready to feel your hand

And lose my heart on the burning sands

And now I wanna be your dog

And now I wenna be your dog

Now I wanna be your dog

Well c'mon

Saint Genevieve · November 17, 2005

Dear God, hope you got the letter, and...

I pray you can make it better down here.

I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer

but all the people that you made in your image,

see them starving on their feet

'cause they don't get enough to eat

from God

I can't believe in you

Dear God, sorry to disturb you, but...

I feel that I should be heard loud and clear.

We all need a big reduction in amount of tears

and all the people that you made in your image,

see them fighting in the street

'cause they can't make opinions meet

about God

I can't believe in you

Did you make disease, and the diamond blue?

Did you make mankind after we made you?

And the devil too!

Dear God, don't know if you noticed, but...

your name is on a lot of quotes in this book,

and us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look,

and all the people that you made in your image

still believing that junk is true.

Well I know it ain't, and so do you,

dear God, I can't believe in I don't believe in

I won't believe in heaven and hell.

No saints, no sinners, no devil as well.

No pearly gates, no thorny crown.

You're always letting us humans down.

The wars you bring, the babes you drown.

Those lost at sea and never found,

and it's the same the whole world 'round.

The hurt I see helps to compound

that Father, Son and Holy Ghost

is just somebody's unholy hoax,

and if you're up there you'd perceive

that my heart's here upon my sleeve.

If there's one thing I don't believe in

it's you... Dear God.

Elixir Sue · November 17, 2005

They're selling postcards of the hanging

They're painting the passports brown

The beauty parlor is filled with sailors

The circus is in town

Here comes the blind commissioner

They've got him in a trance

One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker

The other is in his pants

And the riot squad they're restless

They need somewhere to go

As Lady and I look out tonight

From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy

"It takes one to know one," she smiles

And puts her hands in her back pockets

Bette Davis style

And in comes Romeo, he's moaning

"You Belong to Me I Believe"

And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend

You better leave"

And the only sound that's left

After the ambulances go

Is Cinderella sweeping up

On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden

The stars are beginning to hide

The fortunetelling lady

Has even taken all her things inside

All except for Cain and Abel

And the hunchback of Notre Dame

Everybody is making love

Or else expecting rain

And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing

He's getting ready for the show

He's going to the carnival tonight

On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window

For her I feel so afraid

On her twenty-second birthday

She already is an old maid

To her, death is quite romantic

She wears an iron vest

Her profession's her religion

Her sin is her lifelessness

And though her eyes are fixed upon

Noah's great rainbow

She spends her time peeking

Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood

With his memories in a trunk

Passed this way an hour ago

With his friend, a jealous monk

He looked so immaculately frightful

As he bummed a cigarette

Then he went off sniffing drainpipes

And reciting the alphabet

Now you would not think to look at him

But he was famous long ago

For playing the electric violin

On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world

Inside of a leather cup

But all his sexless patients

They're trying to blow it up

Now his nurse, some local loser

She's in charge of the cyanide hole

And she also keeps the cards that read

"Have Mercy on His Soul"

They all play on penny whistles

You can hear them blow

If you lean your head out far enough

From Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains

They're getting ready for the feast

The Phantom of the Opera

A perfect image of a priest

They're spoonfeeding Casanova

To get him to feel more assured

Then they'll kill him with self-confidence

After poisoning him with words

And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls

"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know

Casanova is just being punished for going

To Desolation Row"

Now at midnight all the agents

And the superhuman crew

Come out and round up everyone

That knows more than they do

Then they bring them to the factory

Where the heart-attack machine

Is strapped across their shoulders

And then the kerosene

Is brought down from the castles

By insurance men who go

Check to see that nobody is escaping

To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune

The Titanic sails at dawn

And everybody's shouting

"Which Side Are You On?"

And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot

Fighting in the captain's tower

While calypso singers laugh at them

And fishermen hold flowers

Between the windows of the sea

Where lovely mermaids flow

And nobody has to think too much

About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday

(About the time the door knob broke)

When you asked how I was doing

Was that some kind of joke?

All these people that you mention

Yes, I know them, they're quite lame

I had to rearrange their faces

And give them all another name

Right now I can't read too good

Don't send me no more letters no

Not unless you mail them

From Desolation Row

timbits · November 18, 2005

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row

i have an almost unhealthy obsession with this part... :lol

Fritz · November 18, 2005

He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks

Preoccupied with his vengeance

Cursing the dead that can't answer him back

I'm sure that he has no intentions

Of looking your way, unless it's to say

That he needs you to test his inventions.

Can you please crawl out your window?

Use your arms and legs it won't ruin you

How can you say he will haunt you?

You can go back to him any time you want to.

He looks so truthful, is this how he feels

Trying to peel the moon and expose it

With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel

If he needs a third eye he just grows it

He just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk

Or pick it up after he throws it.

Can you please crawl out your window?

Use your arms and legs it won't ruin you

How can you say he will haunt you?

You can go back to him any time you want to.

Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed

Are you frightened of the box you keep him in

While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange

Their religion of the little ten women

That backs up their views but your face is so bruised

Come on out the dark is beginning.

Can you please crawl out your window?

Use your arms and legs it won't ruin you

How can you say he will haunt you?

You can go back to him any time you want to.

Nobody Girl · November 18, 2005

A canyon girl beneath imaginary skies is beckoning

In a fictional world, I fear I got no business being in

But cover me, 'cause I'm going in

And I won't return back to the run of the mill again

A canyon girl from the end of the winding road is calling

From a faraway place, that's the furthest point from the one I'm living in

So wait for me, 'cause I'll be climbing in

And I won't return back to the run of the mill again

'Cause I've been waiting for you to wave me in

And I won't return to the wind and the cold and the snow again

To the darkest places I have been

Or back to the run of the mill again

Fritz · November 18, 2005

Candy says I've come to hate my body

and all that it requires in this world

Candy says I'd like to know completely

what others so discreetly talk about

I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly over my shoulder

I'm gonna watch them pass me by

Maybe when I'm older

What do you think I'd see

If I could walk away from me

Candy says I hate the quiet places

that cause the smallest taste of what will be

Candy says I hate the big decisions

that cause endless revisions in my mind

I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly over my shoulder

I'm gonna watch them pass me by

Maybe when I'm older

What do you think I'd see

If I could walk away from me

embiggen · November 18, 2005

candy told me nothing really matters anymore

when I ask her what she means, she says I oughtta know

candy says she's made arrangements

for me in the sand

candy says she wants me with her

down in candyland

candy says she wonders why we try

I couldn't think of what to say

I hadn't already replied

candy says I'd like it where she is

she says it's an opportunity I don't want to miss

candy says she's made arrangements

for me in the sand

candy says she wants me with her

down in candyland

candy says she wants me with her

down in candyland

candy asked me if she died

if I could go on

of course I said I couldn't

and of course we knew that's wrong

but candy, I said, candy no you can't do that to me

because you love me way too much

for you to ever leave

candy says she's made arrangements

for me in the sand

candy says she wants me with her

down in candyland

candy says she's made arrangements

for me in the sand

candy says she wants me with her

down in candyland

candy says she wants me with her

down in candyland

candy says she wants me with her

down in candyland

candy says she wants me with her

down in candyland

Elixir Sue · November 18, 2005

i have an almost unhealthy obsession with this part...

:lol :cheers

Fritz · November 18, 2005

Come on all you pretty women, with your hair a hanging down,

Open up your windows cuz the candyman

Dude · November 18, 2005

Stephanie says that she wants to know

Why she's given half her life

To people she hates now

Stephanie says when answering the phone

What country shall I say is calling from across the world

But she's not afraid to die

The people all call her Alaska

Between worlds so the people ask her 'cause it's all in her mind

It's all in her mind

Stephanie says that she wants to know

Why it is though she's the door

She can't be the room

Stephanie says but doesn't hang up the phone

What sea shell she is calling from across the world

But she's not afraid to die

The people all call her Alaska

Between worlds so the people ask her 'cause it's all in her mind

It's all in her mind

They're asking is it good or bad

It's such an icy feeling

It's so cold in Alaska,

It's so cold in Alaska

MrRain422 · November 18, 2005

You sit at home

The windows tinted black

It hit you hard and you cried so long

Life turned and wandered

Never to come back again

Take what she gives you

Don't feel sorry for her

When you fell out

Of the Starlite Inn

You were too hurt to walk and too bad to begin

I looked at the sign and I couldn't feel bad for you

Take what she gives you

Don't cry when you kiss her

Poor little girl

Ran away for good

I try to explain

Why she won't say a thing

Sad, sad thing

I'm so far away now

She holds a deck of cards

She wants to be alone

"I've been very ill

And I've tried waking up

Now I want to be alone"

When you ran out

Out of Pete's Hotel

You didn't look so good and didn't feel so well

You said, "Hold me tight"

But I couldn't get it right

Take what she gives you

Don't cry when you kiss her

Poor little girl

Ran away for good

I try to explain

Why she won't say a thing

Sad, sad thing

I'm so far away now

She holds a deck of cards

She wants to be alone

She still drinks in the dark

The radio is left on late

She saw a madman fight

And break it all 'cause he hated himself

And she felt better off

'Cause she was only drunk

embiggen · November 18, 2005

Hour after hour in an ivory tower

A thousand and nothings to do

Spending the day in a colourful way

Blue upon blue upon blue

Psychadelicatessen

Fricasse chorus girls thigh

Toffee and mackeral gateau

Pineapple pie in the sky

See how the good times roll

See how the good times roll away

See how the good times roll

See how the good times roll away

Like ice in a drink

invisible ink

or dreams in the cold light of day

The children of rock 'n roll

never grow old

They just fade away

Drifting along on a cotton wool cloud

dreaming of drum majorettes

Swastika nightingales croon tongue in cheek

an elephant never forgets

See how the good times roll

See how the good times roll away

See how the good times roll

See how the good times roll away

Nobody Girl · November 18, 2005

Your little hoodrat friend makes me sick

But after I get sick I just get sad

Because it burns being broke

And it hurts to be heartbroken

But always being both must be a drag

She's been calling me again

Your little hoodrat friend's been calling me again

And I can't stand all the things that she sticks into her skin

Like sharpened ballpoint pens and steel guitar strings

She says it hurts but it's worth it

Tiny little text etched into her neck

It said "Jesus lived and died for all your sins"

She's got blue black ink

And it's scratched into her lower back

It says "Damn right I'll rise again"

Yeah, damn right you'll rise again

Damn right you'll rise again

I've been dusted in the dark up in Penetration Park and I've been plastered

I've been shaking hard and searching in a dirty storefront church and I've been plowed

But I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend

I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend

What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend?

Your little hoodrat friend got me high though

We were 17 and stuck up in Osseo

She said it's funny even true love gets troubled by stillwater

And washed up in the Mississippi River

Her Claddagh ring was pointed at the people

She said "St. Theresa comes to me in dreams"

She said "I ain't gonna do anything sexual with you

I'm kinda saving myself for the scene"

I've been dusted in the dark up in Penetration Park and I've been plastered

I've been shaking hard and searching in a dirty storefront church and I've been plowed

But I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend

I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend

What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend?

She said city center used to be the center of the scene

Now city center's over

No one really goes there

Then we used to drink beneath this railroad bridge

Some nights the bus wouldn't even stop

There were just way too many kids

I was waiting for my ride and I got jumped from behind

I got punctured

I got stopped by the cops

They found it in my socks and I got probed

But I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend

I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend

What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend?

November 19, 2005

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood

When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud

I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.

"Come in," she said,