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| Je ne m'en Souviens pas |
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WE'RE ALL A SCENE IN MONA'S DREAM...
A PARIS STREET.
A QUIET STREAM.
FAR AWAY FROM CABRINI GREEN.
FORGOTTEN LOVE AT SEVENTEEN,
WHERE HER CHILDREN GOT A CHANCE,
NOT A DEAD END STREET.
CAUSE SOME GOT RELIGION,
AND SOME GOT DRUGS,
SOME GOT MONEY AND,
SOME GOT LOVE,
ALL OF HER DAYS IN A DRY-EYED HAZE,
JUST ANOTHER SCENE IN MONA'S DREAM.� |
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| One More Murder |
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ONE MORE MURDER IN THIS TOWN,
DON'T MEAN A THING JUST LOCK YOUR DOORS
AND DRIVE AROUND.
ONE MORE MURDER IN THIS TOWN,
DON'T WORRY THE RAIN WILL
WASH THE CHALK MARKS FROM THE GROUND.
SATURDAY NIGHT, SHOTS RING OUT,
ADD ONE TO THE BODY COUNT.
YOU COME ALIVE TO SEE ANOTHER'S END.
PLEAD IT TO A LESSER COUNT,
D.A. SAYS WITHOUT A DOUBT,
IN 3-5 YOU'RE ON THE STREETS AGAIN.
ONE MORE MURDER IN THIS TOWN
DON'T MEAN A THING
YOU GET ACCUSTOMED TO THE SOUND
ONE MORE MURDER IN THIS TOWN
BLOCK OFF THE STREET AND
WRAP THE CRIME SCENE TAPE AROUND.
HOSANNA! HOSANNA!
I CAN'T FEEL A THING AT ALL!
HOSANNA! HOSANNA!
I CAN'T FEEL A THING!
I CAN'T FEEL A THING AT ALL!
SATURDAY NIGHT YOU'RE GOING OUT
PARKING LOT, A FIGURE COME ABOUT
FEEL A PIECE CLICK AGAINST YOUR HEAD.
PLEADING TO HIS SYMPATHY,
"TAKE THE CAR, I GOT A FAMILY"
YOU HEAR A LAUGH,
"IT DON'T MEAN SHIT TO ME."
ONE MORE MURDER IN THIS TOWN� |
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| A The Stars |
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MAYBE I SHOULD DROP YOU AT YOUR DOOR.
OR LEAVE TONIGHT AND VANISH UP THE SHORE.
ANYWHERE BUT HERE.
IT'S THREE O'CLOCK WE'RE DRIVING IN YOUR CAR,
YOU'RE SCREAMING OUT THE WINDOW AT THE STARS,
"PLEASE DON'T DRIVE ME HOME!"
CHORUS: BLAME US BECAUSE WE ARE WHO WE ARE.
HATE US BECAUSE YOU'LL NEVER GET THAT FAR.
AND WHO'D SUPPOSE YOU WOULD GO?
I'VE ALREADY LEARNED ENOUGH TO KNOW.
TELL ME ALL THE PLACES WE COULD GO.
AND COUNT THE HEADLIGHTS PASSING ON THE ROAD,
A LONG, LONG TIME AGO.
CHORUS:
BRIDGE: HERE WE ARE.
FOREIGN TO THEIR WORLD.
STRAIGHT AND COMPOSED.
YOUR SERMONS I CAN DO WITHOUT
AND I FINALLY FOUND.
THAT EVERYBODY LOVES TO LOVE YOU
WHEN YOU'RE FAR AWAY.
COULD IT BE WE'VE DONE SOMETHING WRONG
WE'D MAKE IT BACK TO YOUR PLACE BEFORE DAWN
"PLEASE, DON'T TAKE ME HOME."
"PLEASE, DON'T TAKE ME HOME."
CHORUS:� |
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| Like It Like That |
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THAT CALLING FROM THAT PORCH AGAIN
LOW DRESS BLOWING IN THE WIND
(I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN I'D REGRET IT LATER)
BUT SHE BLOW LIKE A TSUNAMI
I LIKE IT LIKE THAT
I LIKE IT LIKE THAT
I LIKE IT LIKE THAT
TERRA COTTA, WINDOW PANE
BROWN SKIN SOAKING UP THE RAIN
(I SHOULD HAVE BEEN A CYNICAL WRITER)
BUT SHE DON'T CARE JUST WHERE HE BE
I LIKE IT LIKE THAT
I LIKE IT LIKE THAT
I LIKE IT LIKE THAT
SHE CAN MOVE YOU!
SHE CAN MOVE YOU!
WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
DESTINY.
I LIKE IT LIKE THAT
I LIKE IT LIKE THAT
I LIKE IT LIKE THAT� |
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| Allison Foley |
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"CALMLY, LIKE A RAZOR
I GOT US ON THE DOOR,"
OR "I GOT A TAPE OF 'CLERKS'
SOMEONE LEFT THE NIGHT BEFORE."
SO I GO OVER LATER,
YOU'RE SITTING IN THAT CHAIR
SMOKING ON YOUR CIGARETTE
FINGERING YOU HAIR
SO I GET DRUNK AND STONED,
EVERY TIME YOU COME AROUND.
TWENTY-NINE AND AIMLESS
YOU BARTEND DOWN ON FOURTH
YOUR PARENTS PAY INSURANCE
AND THE PARSON'S AUDIT COURSE
OVER-SCHOOLED AND UNINSPIRED
A TRUST FUND UP YOUR NOSE
ALL THAT WASTED TALENT BUT, UH
AIN'T THAT HOW IT ALWAYS GOES?
SO I GET DRUNK AND STONED,
EVERY TIME YOU COME AROUND.
YEAH, YEAH YEAH
SO LONG ALISON FOLEY
SO LONG, BYE-BYE
(COME UP HIGHER, TAKE A STEP HIGHER)
SOMETIMES YOU UNDERSTAND
THE REASONS HOW YOU WENT ASTRAY
BUT LEAST OF ALL THE ANSWER,
THAT IT HURTS TO WATCH YOU WASTE AWAY.
SO I GET DRUNK AND STONED,
EVERY TIME YOU COME AROUND.
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.
SO LONG, ALISON FOLEY
SO LONG, BYE-BYE� |
03:46 |
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| Under You |
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ALONG THE EDGES, COLORS BLUR AT SEEM FAMILIAR.
WHILE YOU READ YOUR MAGAZINE,
I WAS COUNTING ALL THE MARKERS.
AND CALIFORNIA SEEMED TO DRAW YOU LIKE A SIREN
FROM A POSTCARD, OR A LETTER, IN A FRAME OF FILM MELTING.
BUT UNDER YOU, I HEAR YOUR BREATH MOVE IN, OUT SLOWLY.
UNDER YOU, LET GO COMPLETELY FEELING YOU TAKE OVER ME.
A HOLLYWOOD FLAT WHERE WE'D LAUGH ABOUT OUR FORTUNES
WELL WE HELD JOBS IN THIS BAR DOWN AT 3RD AND SAN VICENTE.
AND RAMEN NOODLES AT 4:30 IN THE MORNING,
WHEN WE BARELY COULD SURVIVE, I WAS NEVER MORE ALIVE.
UNDER YOU, I FEEL YOUR BLOOD FLOWING OUT SLOWLY.
UNDER YOU, LET GO COMPLETELY FEELING YOU TAKE OVER ME
YOU MOVED IN SLOW DEGREES
A SUDDEN MEMORY
YOU'RE A LEONARD COHEN SONG
BUT EVERY NOW AND THEN I'D SWEAR I SEE YOU STANDING ON A SIDEWALK, IN A
RESTAURANT, FROM A TAXI CAB PASSING.
UNDER YOU I FEEL YOU MOVING IN/OUT SLOWLY
UNDER YOU LET GO COMPLETELY FEELING YOU TAKE OVER ME.
TAKE OVER ME.� |
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| Live Again |
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DON'T FEAR,
EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE AT A LOSS.
I'M NUMB,
A SHELL OF EMPTY THOUGHTS.
BUT YOU GLOW,
YOU STRETCH AND PULL ME OUT.
DOES THAT TROUBLE YOU?
DOES THAT TROUBLE YOU?
CHORUS:
LOVE ME
HATE ME
MAKE ME LIVE AGAIN
I NEED YOU AROUND
HEAL ME
HURT ME
MAKE ME LIVE AGAIN
I WANT YOU AROUND
SO LONG,
I NEVER HAD EXPERIENCED
THIS BLISS.
SO HOW COULD I RESIST?
AND I'M FINE
A LITTLE LIGHT-HEADED.
DOES THAT WORRY YOU?
I DIDN'T MEAN TO WORRY YOU.
CHORUS:
NOW, RETREATING FROM THE LIGHT
I LOVE IT WHEN WE FIGHT
IT MAKES ME THINK
AT LEAST YOU STILL CARE
GIVE UP, YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE
MOONLIGHT, ILLUMINATES YOUR STARE
AND IT'S GREAT, CAPTIVATING YOU
DOES THAT TROUBLE YOU?
I DIDN'T MEAN TO TROUBLE YOU
CHORUS & FADE� |
04:24 |
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| Happy Day MaMa |
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I WROTE A THREE PAGE NOTE
SO I COULD ASK YOU WHY YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE
(DISREGARD THE PRETENSE THAT YOU MADE).
COME ALIVE, COME ALIVE, WATCH THE CITY GO BY.
TURN ME UP, TURN ME UP, TURN ME UP, TURN ME UP, TURN ME UP
YOUR FACE IS CREASED BY THE PILLOW CASE SHEETS,
THE BEDROOM IS A MESS.
CAN I GET SOME ROOM SERVICE PLEASE?
ARE YOU LUCID? DRUG INDUCED?
THROUGH BLOODSHOT EYES THE CITY COME ALIVE,COME ALIVE,COME ALIVE.
AH, HOW WONDERFUL YOU ARE!
AH, HOW WONDERFUL YOU ARE!
OUTSIDE, YOU FEEL LIKE YOU WERE BORN WITH A KICK-ME SIGN
TAPED PERMANENTLY TO YOUR BACK.
I CAN RELATE, VIDEO TAPE,
YOU GOT A LAUGH WHEN YOU FELL FACE FIRST ON THE FLOOR.
AH, HOW WONDERFUL YOU ARE!
AH, HOW WONDERFUL YOU ARE!
ARE YOU LISTENING?
ARE YOU BREATHING?
GIVE ME SOMETHING, I CAN BELIEVE IN,
BECAUSE YOU GIVE ME SOUL
ILLUMINATING EVERYTHING!
AW, PUSH IT BOY, PUSH IT LIKE YOU NEVER SHOULD.
UNDERSTATE.
YOU WERE GREAT,
SUMMERING OUT ON THE CAPE.
I SAID LAST NIGHT HOW I FEEL ABOUT YOU,
BUT YOU WOULDN'T RECALL NO,
YOU DON'T RECALL ANYTHING DO YOU?
AH, HOW WONDERFUL YOU ARE
AH, HOW WONDERFUL YOU ARE
I WROTE A THREE PAGE NOTE
I WROTE A THREE PAGE NOTE
I WROTE A THREE PAGE NOTE
HAPPY DAY MAMA, HAPPY DAY, HAPPY DAY, HAPPY DAY MAMA!� |
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| Pull |
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YOU COME WALKING LIKE SOMEBOBY'S LOVER
YOU COME TALKING LIKE SOMEBODY'S FRIEND
YOU WOULDN'T BE HERE IF I WERE A NEIGHBOR
WE BOTH WANT THE SAME THING
PULL
WE BOTH WANT THE SAME THING
BROTHER, SISTER
ANNOINT ME, ABSOLVE ME
TAKE ME WITH YOU
BELOW HELL
YOU WON'T BE HERE IF I WERE UNWILLING
WE BOTH KNOW WHAT I BRING
PULL
WE BOTH WANT THE SAME THING
AROUND, SURROUND
YOU SUBJUGATE
ME FEEL YOUR PULL
EFFORTLESSLY
FUCK ME UP
I'M BEGGING YOU PLEASE
WE BOTH WANT THE SAME THING
PULL
WE BOTH WANT THE SAME THING� |
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| Particle |
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YOUR PAIN MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL, YOU LOVE TO LOSE CONTROL,
AND MEDIOCRITY'S REWARDED SO SET YOUR STANDARDS LOW.
IN AN IMPLODING STAR, OR A BURNED OUT CAR, I IMPLORE YOU.
IN A CARBON-ARC OR A DIM LIT PARK, I IMPLORE YOU.
SUCK ME IN, I'M WILLING, I GET OFF WHEN YOU GO ON
LET ME BE YOUR FATE. POUR IT ON, POUR IT ON.
IN A COUNTRY FAIR OR UNION SQUARE, I IMPLORE YOU
IN A SHROUDED FACE OR A SPRAY OF MACE, I IMPLORE YOU.
I IMPLORE YOU.
CRYPTIC? ELEMENTAL.
YOU TRANSCEND WHEN YOU SUCCUMB.
ONE LAST SHRED OF FRAILTY LEFT,
EMBEDDED IN OUR BONES.
IN AN IMPLODING STAR, OR A BURNED OUT CAR, I IMPLORE YOU
IN A CARBON-ARC OR A DIM LIT PARK, I IMPLORE YOU
SO DO IT AGAIN, DO IT AGAIN, DO IT AGAIN. THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS
PARTICLE.
SO DO IT AGAIN, DO IT AGAIN, DO IT AGAIN. THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS
PARTICLE� |
06:04 |
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| Beautiful Mistake |
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PHOTO STILLS
IN YOUR WALLET WITH THE UNPAID BILLS
AND YOU SHOW IT LIKE IT MEANS SOMETHING
YOU COULD NEVER KNOW THE PAIN IT BRINGS
AND HERE YOU ARE
STANDING IN OUR DRIVE
(WHEN ABSENCE SUITS YOU BEST)
LETTERS AND YOUR CARDS
WITH NO RETURN ADDRESS
CHORUS:
NOW YOU COME AROUND
NOW YOU COME AROUND
YOUR FAMILIAR SOUNDS
WE ARE YOUR BEAUTIFUL,
WE ARE YOUR BEAUTIFUL MISTAKE.
WAITING FOR THIS DAY
WELL I MEMORIZED THE THINGS I'D SAY
HOW YOU BROKE HER WHEN YOU DISAPPEARED
HOW I HEAR HER SAY,
"YOU'D MAKE YOUR FATHER PROUD."
IT ECHOES THROUGH THE YEARS
AS IF I COULD FORGET ALL A MOTHER'S TEARS
CHORUS:
BRIDGE:
NO, DON'T SAY A WORD
LEAVE WHILE YOU STILL CAN
PUT OUT YOUR LIGHT
NOW I GUESS YOU'RE GOING
A FIGURE THROUGH THE DOOR
AND YOUR TAILLIGHTS FADED
LIKE TWENTY YEARS BEFORE
CHORUS:� |
04:35 |
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| Everything In 2's |
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CUT ME OUT OF THIS ROLE.
I CAN'T PLAY IT ANYMORE.
IT MUST BE SOMETHING IN THE WATER HERE.
GIVE ME UP,
I CONFESS.
I FEEL AS THOUGH I'M LIVING LESS.
THE STRANGEST GRAVITY AFFECTS MY WAY.
BECAUSE I WAS BORN INCOMPLETE,
DROWNING IN THE BREVITY.
KIND OF LIKE A ROAD YOU'RE TRAVELLING ON.
CHORUS:
EVERYTHING IN 2'S
YOU OFTEN LOSE
YOU MAKE ME WHOLE AGAIN
EVERYTHING IN 2'S
YOU NEVER KNEW
YOU'D MAKE ME WHOLE AGAIN.
SOMEONE SAID, SOMEONE WROTE,
WE'RE FLOATING TETHERED TO A ROPE.
SO COMPLICATE ME,
I COULD USE THE WEIGHT.
IN HOW YOU MOVE THE SCENERY,
LOVER, HOW YOU MIRROR ME.
BUT STOP ME IF YOU'VE HEARD IT ALL BEFORE.
CHORUS:
AND NOW AND AGAIN,
YOU FIND YOURSELF OVER YOUR HEAD.
IN A CYNICAL TIME, IN YOU I FIND
A REASON TO LIVE.
CHORUS:
CUT ME OUT OF THIS ROLE
I CAN'T PLAY IT ANYMORE
IT MUST BE SOMETHING IN THE WATER HERE.� |
03:47 |
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| New Kind Of Low a.)Low b.)Coma |
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A) LOW
I PUSH THE LIMITS OF GOOD TASTE
WHENEVER I OPEN MY MOUTH
YOU GOT A WORM IN YOUR EAR
LIKE CHECKOV FROM KAHN
SHAME! SHAME!
I HIT A NEW KIND OF LOW.
ALL THE WAY FROM SOUTH DAKOTA
LIKE A GREEN LEPRACHAUN
SHE GOT A SUN DRESS IN HEAT
HE GOT HIS LATEX GLOVES ON
SHAME! SHAME!
I HIT A NEW KIND OF LOW.
AND IF YOU EVER COME HERE
YOU'RE TWEAKING ON THE PHONE
"I GOT A NEW CONNECTION"
I NEVER LEAVE THE LIGHT ON
SHAME! SHAME!
I HIT A NEW KIND OF LOW...
B) COMA
ALL THE TIME,
A LOSS.
BLACK LIKE YOU WERE BLESSED,
I WAS SOBERED BLIND.
LET YOU TAKE ME THERE
AND LAUGHED LOUD WHEN THEY FOUND
I WAS DEVOURED. DEVOURED.
DEVOURED.� |
05:17 |
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| Waxing or Waning? |
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YOU IN YOUR COAT
WRITING A NOTE,
"DEAR SAL, I HOPE YOU'LL AGREE..."
THEN CATCHING A BUS,
JUST AFTER DUSK,
A ONE WAY TRIP TO THE CITY.
A COLD WATER FLAT.
A HOT PLATE,
A HAT.
THE WANT ADS ARE STREWN ON THE FLOOR.
AND YOU GET SO MAD, WHEN YOUR MA AND DAD
REFLECT WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR.
BUT I SEE YOU THERE
NUDE AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS
(BUT SO FAR AWAY)
AND I RECALL ALL
YOUR DREAMS AND YOUR SCHEMES
MOVING ME.
THE PLANS THAT WE MADE,
A STREET SERENADE
. YOU CAN'T BE LIKE YOUR BROTHER AND MIKE,
CONTENT JUST TO LIVE AND GET BY.
I HOPE THAT YOUR FINE,
AT 13TH AND 9.
WAXING OR WANING?
YOUR CALL.
BUT I SEE YOU THERE
ALIGHT AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS
BUT SO FAR AWAY
AND I RECALL ALL YOUR
HANDS AND YOUR PLANS MOVING ME
THE SENSE THAT IT MADE
A STREET SERENADE.� |
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