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[Verse 1]
Ice, baby
I saw your girlfriend, and she was
Eating her fingers like they're just another meal
But she waits there
In the levee washes
Mixin' cocktails with a plastic-tipped cigar
[Verse 2]
My eyes stick to all the shiny robes
You wear on the protein delta strip
In an abandoned houseboat
I will wait there
I'll be waiting forever
I'm waitin', waitin', waitin', waitin', waitin', waitin', waitin', waitin'
Go!
[Verse 3]
Minerals, ice deposit daily
Drop off the first shiny robe
I've got a lot of things I want to sell, but
Not here, babe!
Don't go!
[Chorus]
Every time I sit around, I find I'm shot
Every time I sit around, I find I'm shot
Every time I turn around I find
Every time I sit around I find
Every time, every time, every time, every time, every time
Every time, you're my
Summer babe
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Lies and betrayals
Fruit-covered nails
Electricity and lust
Won't break the door
I've got a heavy coat it's
filled with rocks and sand
And if I lose it
I'll be coming back one day
(I got a message for you
I keep it in my hand,
I've got a sister or two)
Ex-magician
Still knows the tricks
Tricks are everything to me
Until it's free I've got
A trigger cut and I
Can't pull it back but
If I learn how I'll be
Coming back to-day
I learned the truth,
The truth in the words,
Truth I made for you
Because it's just as good
And if I spit it out
Before I chew this
Ring I'll rearrange it
'Til it looks just right today.
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Take me down from the ridge where
The summer ends, we'll watch the city
Spread out just like a jet's flame.
I've got a secret for you, I cut your
Angel in two, I left her bleeding
And soaked it with a dry sponge
No life has singed her now
(I can see it fade)
We've got a license to live, it's our only one,
If it expires we float up to the dust haze.
I've got a secret for you, I cut your
Angel in 2, I saw her spinning and dripping
On your new dress.
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Can you treat it like an oil well
When it's underground, out of sight?
And if the sight is just a whore sign
Can it make enough sense to me?
Pretend the table is a trust knot,
We'll put our labels down, faith is down
I'll watch the yarn of twine unravel
And you'll never get it back
It's what I want (it's what I want)
It's what I want (twine comes down)
It's what I want, it's what I want
Don't you know, I could make you try
Make you try, make you try, make you try
I've been crowned the King of Id
And Id is all we have, so wait
To hear my words and they're diamond-sharp
I could open it up
And it's up and down
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
It's what I want (it's what I want)
I see you beg like a little dog (ball and twine)
Don't you know that it's what I want? (it's what I want)
I'll see you beg, and it makes you dry
Make me dry, make me dry, make me dry
I've been down, the King of Id's
Id's all we have, I've been down
And I could wait to hear the words
They're diamond-sharp today
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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I'm tryin'.
I'm tryin'.
I'm tryin'.
I'm tryin'.
I'm tryin'.
I'm tryin'.
I'm tryin' and I'll try
I'm tryin' and I'll try
Imagine if you were Herr Barockter,
Alias and nobleman.
Son of son of sky, and of scion.
Part of his rich inheritance,
Parceled and generous divorce.
Sentence forthwith, being
Certain blocks of land
And living quarters deemed
By all gentlemen
And wives thereof.
To be grossly humane,
And frankly, quite un-dirty.
Herr Barockter,
In his enviable good taste,
Tries quick escape gambit,
Via local periodicals.
But no takers, land an enviable station
In the conduit between two selves.
A veritable no-man's land.
Array of the flophouse, cardboard materials,
And carbon-monoxide wallpaper.
All his brig-deck Torino boys ask
Is irrelevant...
I'm tryin'.
I'm tryin'.
I'm…
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I can't sing it strong enough:
That kind of strength I just don't have.
If you watch the lights change please
Don't hold them hanging.
You think it's easy but you're wrong
I'm not 1/2 of the problem
Zurich is stained and it's not my fault
Just hold me back or let me run.
What does it mean a mistake or two?
If it's the kind of mistake no one can trace
To the fountain where we sold it
And held them hanging.
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I'm bogged, I'm bogged down
I am bogged down
I'm bogged down
I am, I am bogged down
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How can I, how can I, how can I
Make my body shed for you?
How can I, how can I, how can I
Make my body shed around your metal scars?
Loretta's scars
Loretta's scars
Loretta's scars
From now on I can see the sun
Makes me anxious, makes me run
From now on I can see the sun
Makes me nervous, makes me run
How can I, how can I, how can I
Make my body shed for you?
How can I, how can I, how can I
Make my body shed around your metal scars?
Loretta's scars
Loretta's scars
Loretta's scars
From now on I can see the sun
Makes me anxious, makes me run
From now I can see the sun
Makes me nervous, makes me run
From now on I can see the sun
From now on I can see the sun
I can see the sun, I can see the sun
I can see the, see the, see the sun
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I was dressed for success, but success it never comes
And I'm the only one who laughs at your jokes when they are so bad
And your jokes are always bad
But they're not as bad as this
Come join us in a prayer
We'll be waiting, waiting where
Everything's ending here
And all the sterile striking, it defends an empty dock you cast away
And rain upon the forehead where the mist's for hire if it's just too clear
Let's spend our last quarterstance randomly
Go down to the outlet once again
Painted portraits of minions and slaves, crotch mavens and one-night plays
Are they the only ones who laugh at the jokes when they are so bad?
And the jokes, they're always bad
But they're not as bad as this
Come join us in a prayer
We'll be waiting, waiting where
Everything's ending here
And all the Spanish candles unsold away have gone to this
And a run-on piece of mountain trembles, shivers, runs down the freeway
I guess she spent her last quarter randomly
I guess a guess is the best I'll do
Last time
Last time
Was the best time
I spent
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Big Niel - Two States
01:54
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Two states
We want two states
North and south
Two, two states
Forty million daggers
Forty million daggers
Forty million daggers
Forty million daggers
Two states
We want two states
There's no culture
There's no spies
Forty million daggers
Forty million daggers
Forty million daggers
Forty million daggers
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Water Bed - Perfume V
02:16
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Fun for an hour, when the hour's gone
Can one trick nights feed forty days?
In my bed at the break of dawn
She shivered like a vein slashed bright and new
She's got the radio active and it makes me feel okay
I don't feel okay
She's got the radio active and it makes me feel okay
I don't feel okay
Grip-force the vials and strip the locks
Smash the set and slash the beds
And when it looks like a wife's ex-plot
We'll cover all the rugs with cheap perfume
She's got the radio active and it makes me feel okay
I don't feel okay
She's got the radio active and it makes me feel okay
I don't feel okay
Like a docent's lisp, like a damsel's spit
Like a dry gin's twist of lime
Like a poor droll sir, like a pike's dull spurs
Like a pastor's flock of sheep
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Layman - Fame Throwa
02:43
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Fame throwa pass out the gold, the diamond watch, the last reward
All the things we had before you sold us out and took it all
Head-borne cries from zenith sluts, astral rites from dead-end ruts
And these ends are sickened wars, and the ends were sickened wars
He's one of our nation's spies
He's one of our first recruits
I click with her leather thighs
He's one of our first recruits
How can you know? In the distance lies a grower
Named Rudolph, king fame throwa, son of groupie, bedworn sexan
Spent his cash convincing us that the desert was a starscape
Took our lives for satellites so we could cry, naked, naked, foul
He's one of our nation's spies
He's one of our first recruits
I click with her leather thighs
He's one of our first recruits
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I've got one holy life to live
I've got one holy life to give
I've got one holy life to live
I've got one holy life to give
I've got one holy life to live
I've got one holy life to give
I've got one holy life to live
I've got one holy life to give
I've got one holy life to live
I've got one holy life to give
I've got one holy life to live
I've got one holy life to give
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I've been waiting, anticipating
The sun comes up, the skies won't sink my soul
I've dreamt of this but it never comes, but it never comes
The rising, the nature's dry folk
I've been dreaming, traced out, but dreaming
The sun comes up, the blisters burn my soul
I'm dreaming of something now, of something now
Of the rising, the nature's dry, and all the groovy ones
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Crafting Room Recordings Brighton, UK
Small Independent Music label
Based in Brighton
Run by
Archie Sagers
A Not for Profit,
Artist Run Label for Passionate Musicians
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