1. |
Without Warning
04:23
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As I enter
Your thin disease
I find meaning
In a memory
Without warning
Without anything
You are easy
You made me believe
Lonely faces, infrared,
Holding out their offerings
Lord now get you out of my head
Lonely faces, infrared,
Holding out their offerings
Lord now get you out of my head
Go on, take me back to the fall
Don't you make me crawl
Go on, take me back to the shed
Go on take me back to the wall
Don't I feel misled
Go on take me back to it all
Without warning
Without anything
You are easy
You made me believe
You made me believe
You made me believe
Lonely faces, infrared,
Holding out their offerings
Lord now get you out of my head
Lonely faces, infrared,
Holding out their offerings
Lord now get you out of my head
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2. |
Descent
04:19
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On the ground West Texas bound
I'm an oil man in this tar sand mound
Found my man and I set him down
Just two miles North of that Montana town
But you keep ghosts in photographs on your vanity
Insisting this time true love with prevail
But you keep ghosts in photographs on your vanity
I'll be there when your soul descends to hell
Cross my heart and hope to die
Underneath those big blue skies
I'm set free and realize
How cold life was in your eyes
I'm set free from your memories
I'm set free from your memories
But you keep ghosts in photographs on your vanity
Insisting this time true love with prevail
But you keep ghosts in photographs on your vanity
I'll be there when your soul descends to hell
But you keep ghosts in photographs
You keep ghosts in photographs
You keep ghosts in photographs
You keep ghosts in photographs on your vanity
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3. |
Toxic
05:16
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Lying flat on my back
Staring at the sun
Maybe I'll forget my name
Maybe I'll forget your face
You're so damn toxic
You've got a black hole for a soul
You're so damn toxic
And I've lost all control
Maybe we should get some rest
Maybe you should shut your face
I'm hearing a lot of talk
But it doesn't mean a thing to me
You're so damn toxic
You've got a black hole for a soul
You're so damn toxic
And I've lost all control
You're so damn toxic
Coke and Jesus won't fill that hole
You're so damn toxic
And you've corroded a part of me
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4. |
Get Off
03:44
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Set the dial to a brighter day (Tune out)
Little things get in the way
Fuzzy image from a man made star
Reruns at my favorite bar
I don't need you like I did back then
The junk makes me sick
56 or 90k (To get off)
In the office or on holiday
Fishnets and a golden cross
A few moments and the feeling is lost (Got off)
I don't need you like I did back then
Your cunt makes me sick
A new machine to get away (Drop out)
Shed the city for a forest skin (Tune out)
Sitting pretty in a mountain pass (Drop out)
No more Polaroids of moments past (Tune out)
Don't need you like I did back then
Your cunt makes me sick
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5. |
Nacho Hiatus
01:38
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6. |
Third Pocket
04:18
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She keeps her frame pocket-sized
You can just carry her around
She lives on lip gloss and birdseed
A little Sailor and weed
She's got a hand to clasp
Twenty-four hours, photographs
That baby's coddled and adored
Give her the sky and all the planets
Please miss me, please miss me
Don't give a fuck, just agree
Please miss me, please miss me
Don't give a fuck, just agree
Please miss me, please miss me
No don't give a fuck, just agree
Please miss me, please miss me
Don't give a fuck, just agree
Let the bruises calm down
Tape the envelope shut
I said, "You're down on your luck"
Never calls back, don't pick up
She's got a handbag clasp
Closed shut, her mind snaps
And all her kisses for her misses
It was some stellar nose-dive, cram it
Please miss me, please miss me
Don't give a fuck, just agree
Please miss me, please miss me
Don't give a fuck, just agree
Please miss me, please miss me
No don't give a fuck, just agree
Please miss me, please miss me
Don't give a fuck, just agree
Her body fits in my third pocket
Her body fits in my third pocket
Her body fits in my third pocket
Her body fits in my third pocket
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7. |
Pretty Thing
03:28
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I'd love to waste your time, pretty thing
I'd love to wake up in the morning and pretend it don't mean anything
I've been kicking words around with those hippie chicks
I've been sucking all the honey off of their fingertips, fingertips
Your eyes seducing me
All the while reducing me to shit
You are the shrunken head hanging from my rear view
You are the patient ghosts tossing dimes in the alley
You've been kicking words down to your informants
Little lipstick bribes on the backs of postcards, baby, postcards, baby
Your eyes seducing me
All the while reducing me to shit
I think you should come home baby
I feel that's the least you owe me
I'd love to waste your time, pretty thing
I'd love to wake up in the morning and pretend it don't mean anything
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8. |
#meltingpanties
05:07
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9. |
Heroine in Space
04:59
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Family portraits across her walls
Blinking lights of missed phone calls
Lose myself when I get too involved
Can't stop now until the mystery's solved
I've found a better way
I've found a better way to fall
I've found a better way
Without talking at all
She comes for me
She comes for me
Even in bad company -- I'm down again
She comes for me
Forged from the heart of sun
In a cosmic crucible
Heroine in space
Resting on her laurels
Break through the sonic
Like a painless little pill
There's no need to suffer
As long as I get mine
Somethings are better
Left unsaid
Somethings are better
Left unsaid
She comes for me
She comes for me
Even in bad company -- I'm down again
She comes for me
I'm going down to Boulder City West
Drown my fears in rot gut whiskey
Find a girl with jet black hair
Tell her all about non-binary sex
Yeah, I'm going down the one sixty
Time to find out what's love and lust
Jet black lady's gonna set me queer
Down the road from the whorehouse
She taught me how to light the candle wick
She showed me how to hide that honeycomb
Left impressions black, blue and purple
Head high, I drove my body home
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10. |
Garage
02:37
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You gotta shout at the moon
Until you've won
Light a fire on a star
And plant your flag
Too much friction
Out on the asphalt
Too much friction
I can't get enough
Dark of the night
It aint to black
When you've got two shades
From negative light
Too much friction
Out on the asphalt
Too much friction
I can't get enough
Turn it into glass
Desert into marble
Let the world rejoice
Stare and marvel
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11. |
Play the Field
05:48
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Don't pass me, I'm down to come
All Odds are Down, Five to Six or Two to One
I can't play the field and look both directions
I can't play the field and look both directions
I can't play the field and look both directions
I can't play the field and look both directions
The spirit moves me awake
Lying next to her on the floor
Before the sun even breaks
I'm out with the door
I can't play the field and look both directions
I can't play the field and look both directions
I can't play the field and look both directions
I can't play the field and look both directions
And look both directions
And look both directions, baby
I can't play the field and look both directions
I can't play the field and look both directions
I can't play the field and look both directions
I can't play the field and look both directions
And look both directions
And look both directions, baby
Don't tell me how to waste time
I'll sit right here til the sun explodes
I can't play the field and look both directions
I can't play the field and look both directions
I can't play the field and look both directions
I can't play the field and look both directions
And look both directions
And look both directions, baby
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