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COIN-OP!
05:24
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The morning rain, the trumpet sound.
It took two men to a handle,
Couldn't weigh a hundred pounds
The people stood and watched the motorcade
Sixty-four and out of order,
Stood there, flipping his last quarter
As they played
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2. |
600mg/daily
07:06
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(sample) He gave me the electric shock; he destroyed my memory. And my thinking process. That dirty bastard; he's going to pay with crushed hands. You put this right on the goddamn film. Because my brother, Mike, is in the Syndicate, and Vinny is his helper too. I want this all to go right on the goddamn soundtrack. Either that, or he's going to go down on his goddamn knees. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, that son of a bitch is going to get the electric shock: he's crazy. The Nardil and the Stelazine, and this new one, the Mellaril. And the sodium amytal!
Clive Wearing: Well it's been like Death. I've never seen a human being before. Never had a dream before; the brain has been totally inactive. Day and night, the same. No thoughts at all. And as far as I'm concerned, the doctors have been totally incompetent; I've never seen a doctor, the whole time. Oh, look who's come!
-That was a very musical kiss. I'm dizzy; I don't know what part of the room I'm standing in right now.
Can we dance?
Please excuse me,
I forgot to be myself again.
Whose shoulder have I been sleeping on?
I was in a Circuit City,
Leaning on a shelf,
And then I'm
Go n e.
Blood flows
Down hedgerows
Brain waves
Strange ways
Raisin Bran and Benzos,
Spend your summer like a fencepost,
Flipping quarters in the corner station glow.
Ambient retreating through the
K-holes in the ceiling and you're
Go n e.
Lock your doors,
Drop your angels,
Burn your mail and
Cut your cables,
Word is someone's got the dogs on your tail.
What'ch'a building in that shed?
Who's been sleeping in your bed?
Where you going with all that dirt under your nails?
Buck is dead at the chain,
Every hammer swings the same,
As the sun is cooking birds out the sky.
Settle down between the leaves and
Hope that they don't hear you breathing,
And just get what they came here to find.
And my skin just falls in sheets around my ankles
Leaving just a paper gown around my bones
As the carpet rose to meet me,
I heard hammers banging sweetly on my
Dome.
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3. |
Palm Sunday
02:20
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I can lay down in my bed at night and
Talk into my secret ear.
I can say all of the jokes I like and
know no-one will hear.
In a little neon box.
Here alone with all my thoughts.
Spending all night tending to my flock,
My flock
I don't believe in nothing,
I just like to watch them play
Their psalms on Palm Sunday,
When they walk that marble runway,
In the rain,
In the rain,
In the rain,
In the rain.
Hauling trash in the parking lot, every day from 2-10,
Just in time for the chosen ones to come fill it up again.
It's all on Palm Sunday,
When all the roads go one way,
Where's all the money gone?
Marianne what have you done?
Marianne what have we done?
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4. |
January
03:09
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Have you ever seen
A kangaroo in Mexico?
Have you ever seen
Pure Chilean powder?
All these things that I've seen,
It's been the work of my dreams,
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,
This has been the work of my dreams.
Have you ever felt
A scalding day in winter?
Could you ever tell
That I just got a splinter?
Were you never told,
January's never cold?
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,
January's never cold.
Slow down
And bide time
And give yourself two million breaks, 'cause
Hamana hamana I'm up for living my best life.
Were you never told,
January's never cold?
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,
January's never cold.
Slow down
And bide time
And give yourself two million breaks, 'cause
Hamana hamana I'm up for living my best life.
Have you ever seen?
Could you ever be?
Slow down
And bide time
And give yourself two million breaks, 'cause
Hamana hamana I'm up for living my best life.
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5. |
Wag the Dog
03:13
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She's been
Waiting for that cruise ship to come in
For so long now;
Everything shipped down the Mersey
Ending up in central Jersey and
He's in
Central casting, acting like he'll swim
When we all drown:
White studs in his life preserver.
Chin high ever since that merger.
Buy one,
Sign on,
Try one now.
You're trying to sell me on a brand new spin,
When you won't even punch a con gress man?
The block's a little hotter than it was last week.
The Cape is out of water and the folks ain't speaking.
She's not any smarter; she's just got more on her mind.
Another El Dorado on a West Egg street/
Another Eric Garner on the Feed each evening
I'd work a little harder if I could ever find the time
To wag the dog that's
Dragging me.
Amy,
I'm writing letters 'cause there ain't much more to do.
I'm running out of things
To be in London.
Tell me how that screenplay's coming
Every
Standard issue dream is coming true, and I'm up
Every weekend, shaking hands, with
Everyone that I can manage
Closed in,
Coasting,
Post enclosed.
She's still giving him that digital punch-in,
Paints her dress at every physical function.
They keep on saying that he's not done yet.
Ten feet of tubing and a hot Corvette.
The block's a little hotter than it was last week.
The Cape is out of water and the folks ain't speaking.
She's not any smarter; she's just got more on her mind.
Another El Dorado on a West Egg street/
Another Eric Garner on the Feed each evening
I'd think a little straighter if I could ever find the time
To wag the dog that's
Dragging me.
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6. |
ROULETTE!
01:32
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7. |
Sips
03:56
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8. |
Too Many People
04:15
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Too many people I’m calling my dear
Too many people I’m calling darling
oo
Too many mornings I’ve woken up here
With too many people I’ve promised the stars and moon
oo
I think I’ve spent too long just a-battin my eyelids,
Greasing up the teeth on my favorite vises,
Sinking hooks down in the blackest of seas,
When all I’m looking for is someone who ain’t looking for me.
Too many campers in too many canyons
Too many fires that I’ve lit and abandoned
oo
Too many cooks in too many kitchens
Too many spices are gonna spoil the stew
oo
I think I’ve spent too long just a-battin my eyelids,
Greasing up the teeth on my favorite vises,
Sinking hooks down in the blackest of seas,
When all I’m looking for is someone who ain’t looking for me.
And if I had a lick of sense,
Given all of these events,
I would swim right out to sea.
But my ships have started sinking,
And I guess it’s got me thinking
That perhaps this town has had a little much of me.
Too many eggs in too many baskets
Too many ports I’m only passing through.
And one day I’ll wake up with too many mem’ries
Of too many people and no-one to tell them to.
oo
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9. |
JTH Studios
03:47
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In green fields
Of Roebuck
Leaves much more
To think of.
Expecting way up north
To Chasefield, seeing sights.
Yeah, I can't wait for
Operation day.
Another world will hold your sorrow.
Were you expecting no tomorrow?
In a van, we'll hatch a plan
With nothing more than a tin can,
Charcuterie and maladapts—that's a fact
Expending all our resources
To rob and be robbed.
Feigning the fright into the lavender night, yeah
With one chip over your shoulder.
You better righten your wrong enough to
Singing the song, yeah
Before you get much older.
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10. |
Walking Man
03:36
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Walking man in the waking hour.
Blouson jacket and a long and empty road.
Ain't got no socks,
Got no shame,
Doesn't watch no clocks,
Doesn't have no name.
Size ten reeboks pigeon toed.
He straddles the concrete stallion, driving
Six lanes of blue a.m. traffic.
Monday's John Wayne rustling
Cadillacs.
"One day, I'm just going to start walking," he says.
"I've seen the way they look at me—or don't.
How their eyes just glide over the space I'm in like they're
Counting by twos.
I even do it myself now," he says.
"In sliding glass doors or the
Pull-tab lids on cans of peaches.
So one day, I'm just going to start walking."
Closing time for the lonely waitress,
Cleaning every stool that's pushed up to the bar.
And it's cold in the cab,
Where she hangs from her pearls,
And looks out in drag
At the end of the world.
Counts her worries in the car.
"In five years, I am beaten to death
While I lay here.
I reach for a set of keys dangled 20 years overhead.
I will miss by only a naked margin and this they will call self defense.
The world will swell and grow dark
and I will enter the Garden of all Things
and I will fall between the years like
crumbs in the couch. And
when they look back, they will glide past me.
Watch me play. Watch me jump
and realize that after death, there is nothing.
There is no-one to welcome you home.
There is no-one to wait up until you get in.
and soon, all you are is
a witch.
Or the sound of pistons
firing."
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11. |
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(John Kilduff) I'm telling you, don't stop. I beg you not to stop, even if things don't work out. Keep going. Keep trying. Doesn't matter if it doesn't work out.
Doesn't always have to work out
Nothing has to work yet
Your life doesn't have to work out
Nothing has to work out
Nothing has to be part of anything it doesn't have to make sense you don't have to make sense nothing makes sense in your life it doesn't have to make sense, you don't have to figure it outnothinghastobefiguredoutnothing
fi gured out
it's oktonotfigureitoutpeople
youdon't ha vetofigure out nothing
just keep going
keep trying, people
don't worry about it so much, keep going
keep trying, people
g o
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12. |
Hominid
03:32
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Out the window, clouds are lifting
And the day is on the run,
Headed home before the streetlights all come on.
I hope you had as good a time
As I have had today;
I'll see you when
You're in town again.
And the honda's pulling homeward for the evening.
Curt's rubbing polish on some old grey bowling shoes.
I can't believe I took for granted all this breathing
That I have left to do.
They tell me there've been better times,
But I can't remember when.
The shadows crawl across the kitchen wall again.
A place with grass as tall as circus tents.
The machines inside my head have all run cold,
The band's gone home,
The ships come in,
And go out again,
And nothing en
But there was a world before you came.
There was a world that went on spinning all the same.
Cross-eyed and gentle, slow and strong.
And it'll be here long
After you're gone.
I was sitting in a puddle at the edge of the cent'ry,
Reading from a letter that my ancestors sent me
From some old union bar.
It read, "Dear Sir, Madam, or To Whom it Concerns,
Know that the bankers and the beggars taste the same to the worms,
And that's all we know so far."
But there was a world before you came.
There was a world that went on spinning all the same.
Cross-eyed and gentle, slow and strong.
And it'll be here long
After you're gone.
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13. |
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Are you living like you taught?
Have a talk with yourself, today.
Are you giving what you ought?
Have a talk with yourself, today.
Do you find you're less inclined when there's
Nobody to look your way?
Have you got it figured out this time
Again?
When you look up, are you shook up
To see a cloud hanging over you?
Your heart is beat up, your car is keyed up, and
Your head's down by your shoes.
Are you afraid this game that you've played, you only
Ever had the chance to lose?
Again?
And again?
And again?
And again?
And maybe when we're gone,
You'll have a talk with yourself, today.
And if you scan the walls
For the rays you've been searching for.
Ordinance is out for blood and
Nothing is standing still.
Come through Toledo, it's where the
Monk has gone.
Are you down for hanging around to maybe
Go to the marketplace?
Get a bite by the candlelight and paint a
Tiger on your face.
Will you give us another chance or just abandon the human race?
Again?
And again?
And again?
And again?
When you look up, are you shook up
To see a cloud hanging over you?
When's the last time you saw the sunshine and
Smiled, just for something to do?
Are you afraid this game that you've played, you only
Ever had the chance to lose?
Again?
And again?
And again?
And again?
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