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1. _ The Fix Is In
When we got to Boston, we knew we'd missed a turn. No one back in traffic school had told us there are signs that can't be learned. Geography's too stubborn and people are too clear, so let's go find a road-side motel with a clerk who won't tell. Days will turn into nights, nights will turn into days, weeks, seasons, and years. We'll stay for years. Red and white for blood cells, red and white for wine. They could be the whole damn spectrum if we'd all just let them. Lord, it's such a crime... Working on an inch less waistband in the strip mall wasteland outside of this town, or clawing at the penthouse kitchen floor for just one smidgen more, everybody knows, everybody knows that it's in. The fix is in. Let's go back to Boston. Forget about the turn. Atlases and gas station attendants are none of our concern. We'll forge a little life dear (oh dear) and double down our debts, and I guess it stands to reason that the passing seasons will slowly dull regrets. Working on an inch less waistband in the strip mall wasteland outside of this town, or clawing at the penthouse kitchen floor for just one smidgen more, everybody knows, everybody knows that it's in. The fix is in. more free lyrics |
2. _ C-C-C-Cinnamon Lips
C-C-C-Cinnamon lips and candy kisses, on my tongue. Fun! B-B-B-Buttery eyes, if only cries could come from those eyes. Oh! Have you landed yet and, if so, would you let me know? I'm tired of looking up into those starry eyes. Does it rain where you are? Does it snow? And, if so, remind me not to go there, the weather affects my knee. I've never felt this way before. C-C-C-Cinnamon Lips, go powder your cheeks and meet your new beau, oh... C-C-C-Counting sheep, if only sheep could put me to sleep, oh... I've never felt this way before. Some day (one day) you'll miss me. Mundane Sundays, when I'm gone. One day (some day) you'll miss me. One day when I'm gone (adieu and so long) One day when I'm gone! No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Have you landed yet and, if so, would you let me know? I've never felt this way before. more free lyrics |
3. _ Don't Ask Me
Quit acting so friendly. Don't nod don't laugh all nicely. Don't think you'll up-end me. Don't sigh, don't sip your iced-tea. And don't say, "It's been a while..." And don't flash that stupid smile. Don't ask me how I've been. Don't think I've forgotten, you never liked that necklace. So cordial, so rotten... Kiss, kiss, let's meet for breakfast. Don't show up so on-time and don't act like you're so kind Don't ask me how I've been. Don't sit there and play just so frank, so straight, so candid, so thoughtful, so gracious, so sound, so even-handed. Don't be so damn benign and don't waste my fucking time. Don't ask me how I've been. more free lyrics |
4. _ Return
Now its years since your body went flat and even memories of that are all think and dull, all gravel and glass. But who needs them now -- displaced they're easily more safe -- the worst of it now: I can't remember your face. Return. For a while, with the vertigo cured, we were alive -- we were pure. The void took the shape of all that you were, but years take their toll, and things get bent into shape... Antiseptic and tired, I can't remember your face. Return. You were supposed to grow old. Reckless, unfrightened, and old, you were supposed to grow old. Return. You were supposed to return. more free lyrics |
5. _ Bye Bye Baby
"Bye bye, baby" Cybil says as she walks out the door. You can bet that Hollywood looks oh-so-good, much better than it ever has before. So my pets have left me in search of careers and richer soils, heading off to pure-bread friends and happy ends and anything to prove I'm disloyal. It's not just that I'm selfish and scared, it's not just that I'm so unprepared. It's just you'd think I'd grow out of this, wouldn't you? So take me to winter, as if it was discontent I'd see. I'll live with the madmen there and pull my hair 'cause lunacy is everything I need. It's not just that I'm selfish and scared, it's not just that I'm so unprepared. It's just you'd think I'd grow out of this, wouldn't you? "Bye bye, baby" Cybil says as she walks out the door. You can bet that Hollywood looks oh-so-good, much better than it ever has before. more free lyrics |
6. _ Get Over It
Lot of knots, lot of snags, lot of holes, lot of cracks lot of crags. Lot of naggin' old hags, lot of fools, lot of fool scum bags. Oh it's such a drag, what a chore... oh your wounds are full of salt. Everything's a stress and what's more, well it's all somebody's fault. Hey! Get over it! Makes you sick, makes you ill, makes you cheat, slipping change from the till. Had it up to the gills... makes you cry while the milk still spills. Ain't it just a bitch? What a pain... Well it's all a crying shame. What left to do but complain? Better find someone to blame. Hey! Get over it! Got a job, got a life, got a four-door and a faithless wife. Got those nice copper pipes, got an ex, got a room for the night. Aren't you such a catch? What a prize! Got a body like a battle axe... Love that perfect frown, honest eyes... We ought to buy you a Cadillac. Hey! Get over it! more free lyrics |
7. _ What To Do
Come on in, sweetie-pie! Have an apple, have some lye... Leave your friends, righteous and pathetic, standing at the door. On the books, all your bets favor head-bands and cassettes, cigarettes, suffragettes, and bores. What to do? Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all the time. Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind... could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind. When we moved to the city, it seemed the competition got so much less pretty but the mirror's never failed you like this before. So your revenge on the world will be pencils through your curls and if wanting ever taught you anything, it's wanting more. (and more and more and more...) What to do? Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all the time. Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind... could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind. What to do? When that day finally nears, you'll at least have made it clear that compassion's just a nicer way of looking down your nose. It seems that all the people want to do is crowd the streets of Amsterdam (Pamplona, too), but the bulls have already come and gone and bellowed all their lows. Now nobody knows what to do. Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all the time. Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind... Could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind. What to do? more free lyrics |
8. _ Hello, My Treacherous Friends
Sitting for lunch in a square in this town (this town that I'm new to), new fellow from my new town sat me down and explained it to me: how when I spin from him I spin from myself, the center can double the speed of the crust. Thank you, my treacherous friends. I'm cringing for myself when I cringe for you. Hello, my treacherous friends, and thank you for joining me here tonight. I brought you all here to discuss, as I must, how grateful I am for your insights. With regard to my newborn arachnid kids, there's something we must discuss: perhaps we should sit them down and explain how not to be saved. Perhaps you could help me to demonstrate how your center can keep up its sickening spin. Thank you, my treacherous friends. Perhaps for my children your surface will smile. Hello, my treacherous friends, and thank you for joining me here tonight. I brought you all here to discuss, as I must, the fate of my children, the spiders. Hello, my treacherous friends, and thank you for joining me here tonight. I brought you all here to discuss, as I must, how pleasant has been this demise more free lyrics |
9. _ There's A Fire
Stop getting me off track. I mean it, there's a problem here. This time it is for real... how can I make myself more clear? I never say quite what I mean, and never mean quite what I say, and how did that get out of me, and what the hell did I mean to say? This time it is for real. This is a real emergency. This time I swear it is the truth... this must be dealt with urgently! I never say quite what I mean, and never mean quite what I say, and how did that get out of me, and what the hell did I mean to say? There's a fire. There's a fire. I really mean it now, this time I swear I have not lied. This isn't like the last time... I swear to God I have not lied! I never say quite what I mean, and never mean quite what I say, and how did that get out of me, and what the hell did I mean to say? There's a fire. There's a fire. more free lyrics |
10. _ Shortly Before The End
How long did we all think this all would last? Who could have counted days as they flew past? But before we go, sing us a song. Sing us a song to hum through the hours of dying. Who would have though it'd come as such a show? A pink and silver day... who was to know? Even as we go, sing us a song. Sing us a song, to hum through the hours of dying. more free lyrics |
11. _ You're So Damn Hot
I saw you sliding out the bar. I saw you slipping out the back door, baby. Don't even try and find a line this time, it's fine. Darling, you're still divine. You don't love me at all, but don't think that it bothers me at all. You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll, but you're... You're so damn hot. So now you're headed to your car. You say it's dinner with your sister, sweetie. But darling look at how you're dressed. Your best suggests another kind of guest. You don't love me at all, but don't think that it bothers me at all. You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll, but you're... You're so damn hot. So who's this other guy you've got? Which other rubes are riding hot-shot, sugar? I could have swore you said before, "No more, for sure." What'd I believe you for? You don't love me at all, but don't think that it bothers me at all. You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll, but you're... You're so damn hot. more free lyrics |
12. _ 1000 Miles Per Hour
Another long quiet night... Another long quiet, lonely night spent at your side. Not a lot left to say... There's not a lot that I still could say to change your mind. But with a little bit of money we could buy us a car. With a little luck we could get away from where we are. Let's get out of here. We'll drive, one thousand miles an hour. We'll fly by wheat fields and water towers. We'll go. We'll go and we'll go and we'll go. Let's go. Now the look in your eye... You know, the look right before you cry... it's always here. So in the day when you wake... In the morning when you awake, let's disappear. With a little bit of money we could buy us a car. With a little luck we could get away from where we are. Let's get out of here. We'll drive, one thousand miles an hour. We'll fly by wheat fields and water towers. We'll go. We'll go and we'll go and we'll go. Let's go. more free lyrics |
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