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Based On A True Story
01:02
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Sally
Never forgiven/forgotten
Waiting to talk to the demons
Who give you advice
And then mystery showman destroyer arrives
And he's here for the long haul
And he's dripping blood on the wall
Taking
All of his limbs from the cabinet
Your sitting there to admire
The alabaster but he's talking to fast
To be telling you anything
But stone cold dead lies
And there's blood dripping from his eyes
And he'll take you to amusement parks
And crash the ride
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I sit down
While the floor is spilling
I will wait
Until the room is filling
With the rain that came when I saw you
Cos I'm waiting for Dakota Orange
I'll come clean
There ain't no dust I'm bringing
So I'll sneak out
While the deaf are singing
All the songs not one was ever about you
I'm waiting for Dakota Orange
To come wrap her ashy arms
Around my neck
Give us a sec
We'll raise the dead
And put holes in our
Holes in our heads
Forever?
I'm waiting for Dakota Orange
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3. |
Escaping Alien Bombs
01:44
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We atomised the stone house
And pulverised them when they came out
And then we changed the locks on all their bicycles
The animals in the city
Would cut their tails off when they saw me
And so we'd run away and then we'd spend the day
Escaping alien bombs
We were escaping alien bombs
Together
We froze our legs in the winter
Before the summer burnt us to cinders
And if my heaven came, I know I'd spend the day
Escaping alien bombs
We'd be escaping alien bombs
Don't blow it
Escaping alien bombs
We'd be escaping alien bombs
Together
You won't be satisfied
You will not find the light
The icicles that crowd your face
You left me and human race
Alone
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4. |
Teenage Champion
02:40
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Stale sunday
My bruises are fuel for light
My flags are flying perfectly
I am what I deserve to be
The pain I bought online today
Has shot my value up
Destination zero
Nowhere to run so nowhere isn't home
Just to walk across the room
To trade laughter with Molly Bloom
Is as hard as telling balloon
That it's not going up
But it's going up
But I'm the teenage champion
With sunbeams in the bar
Watching the daylight somersault
Wondering how I got this far
What shall I discover when my life finally let me know to start?
Cos I'm going up
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Robert Coover
Reads erotica
Outside the
Houses of Parliment
Nobody will stop him
Cos he's
Talking loudly
To the Catholics
Who are pelting him with eggs
Because he's telling them
The ways of life
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6. |
Dame of Hooks
02:02
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Lustre at a distance of 15 miles
She's a black and white image
With dark side smiles
It's written in the margins of library books
How I lost my soul to the dame of hooks
Caught in her traps and lost in her songs
Like smoke trapped inside a policeman's lungs
He wishes me luck from his band of crooks
But I lost our souls to the dame of hooks
Yes we lost our souls to the dame of hooks
Etc.
And I can't tell you how fast this feeling will go
Like spring into winter like autumn is losing its glow
That doesn't mean I don't dream of winter
And arms in the snow
I will paint her flat cos I'm still too young
To understand the people who prop these songs
But if I could tell you one thing I would
Oh I'd ask you to dance and forget your books
Yeah I'd ask you to dance oh the dame of hooks
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7. |
Paisley Nail Bomb
01:41
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Egyptian hieroglyphs are snaking
Taking all my sins
In a labyrinth of exchanging patterns
Across my broken skin
And it goes on forever
And you're not wrong
I'm heavy
Ain't found my place to thrive
Only one more minute left alive
I cannot tell you what went wrong
But like a paisley nail bomb
I'm escaping in flowers and bullets
I'm falling in flowers and bullets
Like a paisley nail bomb
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When will meet again?
In thunder, lightening or in rain?
No matter
The hospital sent your balloons home
And waved a semaphore flag
To encourage passing aircraft
Happy birthday, Mister Raptor
But the news is bad again
Now get your corpse a-shuffling
Down to traitor avenue
With all the buildings boarded over
Like a smokescreen in your view
All the graves are pretty quiet
For this time in mid-November
Oh they must have seen the feeders
And then held them with their feelers
False hope ain't my forte
But I really wish it could be
So happy birthday, Mr. Raptor
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9. |
Doctor Gelatine
01:32
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Send for Doctor Gelatine
He's got his marriage proposal
Ready and waiting
His future wife is hovering
In anticipation
Send for Doctor Gelatine
He's got a rugged jawline
And it's better than the whole of me
He's donating his Salvation Army
sweater
Makes him feel better...
I see his rib-cage folding in
Like a bird with caved in wings
And the ants arrive, their scuttling
His soul settling in the distance
Help me Doctor Gelatine
For you are the embryo
And I am the guillotine
And I never thought that
I'd ever need anyone to save me
So make me feel better
Doctor Gelatine
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10. |
Ectoplasm Bible
02:46
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Oh sun
Oh holy Coca-Cola can
Rising early with my bed sheet still in hand
My head is killing and I'm weak as ashy Jesus
But the ectoplasm bible
It helps with my revival
Oh moon
Oh empty skull and cross bones
Memories of being drunk and underused
And where did Jenny go?
She's run off into traffic
But the ectoplasm bible
It ensures her survival
Yeah the ectoplasm bible
It helps with my revival
And I'm gone
And I'm gone
And I'm gone
And I've gone back home
And I'm home
And I'm home
And I'm home
And I'm home back gone again
Oh mirror
Oh alka-seltzer child
Gimme heartache gimme fever
Keep me wild
Keep me closer than I've ever been to love
And with the ectoplasm bible
I'm fighting for the title
And I'm home
And I'm home
And I'm home
And I've gone back home
And I'm gone
And I'm gone
And I'm gone
And I'm home back gone again
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There are blue haired angels
Drinkings til unstable
Their beauty buzzing near me
Like a storm to brush aside
A fragmented life
And your dresses of animal hide
They keep me solidly planted
Catching bubbles that float from your eyes
There are blue haired angels
With sticky static halos
Their wasting time pretending
That I'll glow on your life
And bored all the time
And the way your disrupting the light
It keeps me solidly planted
Catching bubbles that float from your eyes
And you're mine
You're not mine
Cos I will leave you
Unhappy and laughing
And you will tell me
No "moment" was passing
It was never there
(I made it up)
The blue haired angels have had enough
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You watch the plastic bags cartwheel El Dorado
A cheap imitation of past American pride
Moments like this remind me of your beauty
How I need it and I want it and I saw it
As the cowboys skulked away
Empty your pockets and we'll run off into the distance
Hoping that we catch the horizon unawares
And you can see lightening in the path of least resistance
As it cracks on the skyline and you laughed
As your face began to glow
You're finding out what everybody knows
The sunset is coming to the wild western fairground
Preserves an illusion that we almost got away
And will I ever be a flying saucer traveller
Or am stuck in a timeline
With a fear of love that just won't let me go
Am I finding out what everybody knows?
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How does the president sit down?
Is it in a beech wood throne in a dressing gown?
Or is it in the sea with his hand on the rail of steamship?
Floating on?
Forever?
How does the president sit down?
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14. |
Find A House
01:56
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It's hard to be perfect
When your friends are drunk
And the rent is due
And I can't imagine you without clothes on
After too many shots
Cos even my
imagination has its limits
And even if sweet life goes by
Are we just spinning coins
On a table
Another round you said
And get snatched up
And go home fucked
Go on without me
I'm a dying weight
Recycled and renewed and replaced
By day
Ghosting through the cold
Bored spoilt alone
Is there anything I need?
To drink and eat, survive and sleep
Take a plane, restart and find a house
Sucker punching fighter
Your battle's through
Restarting brighter
Wake up renewed
Ghosting through the cold
Bored spoilt alone
Is there anything I need?
To drink and eat, survive and sleep
Take a plane, restart and find a house
(It's our name! In the Chrome Yellow Pages!)
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15. |
The Chrome Yellow Pages
00:47
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I can debase myself freely
I can make houses of seaweed
And live in the water and foam
Fiery, strange and alone
Cos your face once warm is now freeze-dry
From the National League of Not-Saying-Goodbye
So find my name in the
Chrome Yellow Pages
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16. |
Prince of Nails
04:35
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Tired once again
Soft-shell hammer
Saviours on another plane
Ride forth, slow down
And how will tomorrow end
When your arms are gone again?
And for the Prince of Nails
For the Prince of Nails, you ride
And Colonel Sucker Punch
Left you roses
And Sam has left the hunt
Drunk on pink stars
But nobody thought to ask
What my name was at the dance
So for the Prince of Nails
For the Prince of Nails I ride
For the Prince of Nails I ride
And the morning is falling from my side
Oh come on and wipe those bleary eyes
You have to fade into the night
But I don't want to say goodbye
And so for The Prince of Nails
For the Prince of Nails, I ride
And so for The Prince of Nails
For the Prince of Nails, we ride
But I don't want to say goodbye
But goodbye
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Guided By Voices
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