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What should you say to a lady of the night?
What should you say to a lady of the night?
You could tell her all about your 1am journey,
the things you saw and things you did
and why you sweat up the hill to cost back down it
and say you're busy when you're really just scared
Perhaps you could explain your layering process
First the skin, and then the wool and then the bulk and then the coats
But be sure to explain that
it's a just, it's a just, it's a just, it's a just the stars that fall
What do you do with a lady of the night?
What do you do with a lady of the night?
You could show her the field you've laid your back on
and show her the shrubs that shrouded your bicycle
Whine and complain and vomit those words
that fork your tongue in a most unflattering shape
maybe she could teach you how to dance with flames
or open eyes and start your life
but be sure to lie cuz
it's a just, it's a just, it's a just, it's a just the stars that fall
What will you see with a lady of the night?
What will you see with a lady of the night?
You'll watch and watch and watch with diminishing returns
scout both the dippers, crabs and the belt
You'll both tense up with nervous excitement
after the first time, after the first time
It's makes you appreciate the beautiful symmetry
Of physics, astronomy, math, and chemistry
don't forget that
it's a just, it's a just, it's a just, it's a just the stars that fall
it's a just, it's a just, it's a just, it's a just the stars that fall
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Across the Mississippi
03:12
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Maybe it's the spring you get in your step after a cup of coffee
Maybe it's the way that you smile at me when I'm not looking
Emerald flames filled up my eyes
across the Mississippi
Maybe it's the setting and the rising of the sun throughout one conversation
Maybe it's the way that an old couch creaks gladly with equality
The moon heard every sleepy word
across the Mississippi
Maybe it's the feel of the gravel topped roof you and I both snuck onto
Maybe it's the chatter of a new skateboard over the sidewalk below
Even stars could see your light
across the Mississippi
Maybe it's the current that's a scrambling my brains and sweeping them down the stream
Maybe it's the number of the leaves within the breeze that wakes up every hair
Time got lost and fell through a dream
across the Mississippi
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Hungry brown boy, he goes a-marching down the road with bullet cases in his pack just for the paycheck
Water crashes down onto the salty seashore, onto the salty heart of the engineer's daughter and
Sharply suited man preachin' to briefcased-bands about the money they can make with push, push, push
Saplings go to school and wonder what they'll grow up to be, everyone wants to leave a legacy and
Oh no! Oh no! Oh no no!
Oh no! Oh no! Oh no no!
Oh no! Oh no! Oh no no!
Bobby, some things never change!
Skeletons of buildings left decaying in the sun by an indifferent God, smile for the camera and
Fire cleanses the old forest, ending life and bring the rebirth, covered in ashes, well
grab your books and get your learnin', plate techtonics, Mallory's Le Morte D'arthur can fool all your friends!
Children playin', people prayin', everyone has got a sayin' even though they know it's a lie well
Oh no! Oh no! Oh no no!
Oh no! Oh no! Oh no no!
Oh no! Oh no! Oh no no!
Bobby, some things never change!
Oh no! Oh no! Oh no no!
Oh no! Oh no! Oh no no!
Oh no! Oh no! Oh no no!
Bobby, some things never change!
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On The Other Side
03:18
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When I sit alone, I have plenty of time to contemplate all the
thoughts and other wastes floating around inside my head, swirling
around like the eye of a storm, west towards the death of the earth
east of forever skies, and south of seas that die
And, I think we found some light at the end of the tunnel,
if I can just go one more mile
on the other side I'm pretty sure I'll see it
A city full of people who are believing that
love isn't the edge of a knife
If you ever have the time alone to contemplate all the
things you say, and the things you do, and the things you use just to
end up on top, just west of “I can't stop!”
East of “I'm just fine” and south of the battle line.
And, I think we found some light at the end of the tunnel,
if I can just go one more mile
on the other side I'm pretty sure I'll see it
A city full of people who are believing that
love isn't the edge of....
And, I think we found some light at the end of the tunnel,
if I can just go one more mile
on the other side I'm pretty sure I'll see it
A city full of people who are believing that
love isn't the edge of a knife
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5. |
She's About Perfect
04:58
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Well, I'm in love with a girl who loves herself
enough to love how she looks at 6 AM.
She's skinny like a model, but unlike a model
she knows how to eat and knows how to walk
Her natural hair and her natural face,
her natural looks are begging double takes
She don't need expensive shoes, or name brand jeans,
she don't need designers clothes to look like a dream
Oh, she's about perfect
Oh, she's about perfect
There's just one problem
We haven't met.
She's got all the brains to talk with me about
politics and history and psychology
You probably can't begin to fathom
her mastery of the sarcasm
cuz when you flip on the TV,
all you do is bitch about Home Movies
we'll just laugh and say it's their loss
while we graze on our salads tossed
Oh, she's about perfect
Oh, she's about perfect
There's just one problem
We haven't met.
Well she might play the harmonica, or she might sing,
she might not do any of those things
Though I love her for who she is,
she hates the piss out of this song
Oh, she's about perfect
Oh, she's about perfect
There's just one problem
We haven't met.
We haven't met.
We haven't met.
We haven't met.
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Lord Knows Why
02:54
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Why do you love him if it only causes you pain?
And Why do you hate them cuz of that book you read?
and Why is everyone terrified of the rain?
And Why do we worry about the state of the dead?
Lord knows why we do these things, but his pen ran out of ink
He just ran out of ink
Are you defending life that's rotting in your belly?
Are you fighting for her right to be a sloth? And
When does an egg become a cannery? And
Why does the farmer pick favorites at the trough?
Lord knows why we do these things, but her pen ran out of ink
She just ran out of ink
When did the drivers become three fifths man? And
When did playgrounds lose all their sand? And
Why aren't we stewards for the sky up above? And
Why must some soldiers hide all their love?
Lord knows why we do these things, but his pen just ran out of ink, so the
Lord told me why we do these things, and this is what he said
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The Place I Know
02:49
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I know where you can rest your head,
Through summer breeze and creaky beds.
Under the hush of thunderstorms
and careless clouds eager to perform
atop snow-topped misty mountains
or low-lying lily statued fountains
The place I know within my arms you can go
So please, please please don't say no.
I know where you can rest your head,
through wars of bombs, guns and lead
Along the banks of bodies lost
the smell of terror-decaying frost
between the rows of men berserked
by constant fear that always worked
The place I know within my arms you can go
So please, please please don't say no.
I know where you can rest your head
to replace the time with content instead
when five mistakes from the person now
is just enough to drive the gospel plow
and five full laughs into the past
is not more than five minutes fast
The place I know within my arms you can go
So please, please please don't say no.
The place I know within my arms you can go
So please don't go.
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8. |
Sin Is
03:48
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Is it really sin to love someone like you?
If it is a sin, deny it till you are blue
I guess it's a sin to be born different than most
It's something you cannot change, decided by my holy Ghost
Is it really sin to love someone who loves you?
If you can't afford a ring, you cannot prove it true.
But, it's fine if you split because you never knew what love was.
Let's make it a sin just just just just cuz.
Is it really sin to sing forbidden harmonies?
It doesn't matter what you mean, just ask the FCC
and keep on spoutin' your hate, you're the righteous one
Hallelujah, keep pretending you know my son.
The Lord God Bird sees right through your disguise
and when your death it comes, you best run and hide
Put your pencils down, you've failed the quiz.
I can't speak for all, but I just don't think you really know what sin is.
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How We Know We Are Human
04:39
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I'm gonna buy a life that's paved in fame
I'm gonna lie about my name
I won't see it as losing a soul
just the world I'll gain, just the world I'll gain
When you start to fall, you know you really had it all
I guess that's how we know we're human
When you start to fall, you know you really had it all
I guess that's how we know we're human
Like bricks through a window, you'll fly!
Tearing pieces, securities of the mind.
You won't see it as losing a soul,
just the world you'll gain, just the world you'll gain
When you start to fall, you know you really had it all
I guess that's how we know we're human
When you start to fall, you know you really had it all
I guess that's how we know we're human
Na na nas!
When you start to fall, you know you really had it all
I guess that's how we know we're human
When you start to fall, you know you really had it all
I guess that's how we know we're human
When you start to fall, you know you really had it all
I guess that's how we know we're human
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