1. |
Wait
03:33
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Wait, complain, waste time.
But I know I'm not that way:
To fade into line.
At this rate a sane one could break,
But not I.
'Cause I know I'm just wasted space
In my mind.
Who knew we'd end up this way?
Save me a dime.
A working woman's neck, then,
Would break.
But that's fine.
We'll re-map the earth while it bakes.
Take a piss in the brine.
Low-calorie option to face all our crimes.
What can't be stomached will be erased
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2. |
The Way I Was Born
02:41
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Feel the rain on my coat.
Feel the pain in my throat.
If this is a lie, then I'll be true.
If this is a line, then I'll be waiting here for you.
It's just the way I was born.
It's just the way I was born.
To sing hallelujah from my home.
A sang hallelujah is not my own.
Well, if this is a lie then I'll be true.
If this is a line, then I'll be waiting here.
It's just the way I was born.
It's just the way I was born.
To sing hallelujah from my home.
A sang hallelujah is not my own.
Well, if this is a lie then I'll be true.
I know that you're tired, and I'd be too.
If this is a line, then I'll be waiting here for you.
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3. |
Bucky Bronco
02:16
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Happy day, happy-go-(lucky me)
Lucky-low.
God above. God Below.
Bumblebee. Bucky Bronco.
Gotta be in my clothes.
Make Believe. Make it snow.
Make babies. Sail a boat.
Bumblebee. Bucky Bronco.
Hey there, Bucky Bronco, make them pay.
And teach me to earn an honest name.
Hey there, Bucky Bronco, make me sane.
I want to divvy up my brain.
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4. |
Wiggly Tornado
05:41
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Wiggly, wiggly tornado.
Well, i have weathered angry loads.
Of hurricanes and blinding snows.
The earth: it quakes.
The wind: it blows.
Throughout it all, it's you who knows:
I'm a wiggly, wiggly tornado.
Well, I've been known to throw some homes.
I've taken you through twilight zones.
I broke so many telephones,
I can hardly hear when you intone:
"I'm a wiggly, wiggly tornado"
Keep away from the sun.
Don't let those rays hit your legs.
And keep your ears on what I've done.
I could bathe in my mistakes.
'cause I'm a tornado.
You will wake up happy again.
You won't feel time.
You will wake up happy again.
You will wake up.
'Cause I'm a tornado.
I'm a tornado.
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5. |
Sundays I Gave
03:48
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Back in those days I was thinking a lot.
I was pushing the rake.
I was smoking the pot.
I was living, I was living I was living.
There were basketball teams, I was taking a shot.
I was losing the game, I was coming in hot.
I wore ribbons, I wore ribbons, I wore ribbons.
But Those Sundays that I gave
Were fun to wave away
I could slap your face any never get caught.
I was surfing the waves.
I was starting to rot.
I was livid, I was livid, I was livid.
Now Sundays come, I don't give it a thought.
I keep turning the page.
I keep stirring the pot.
I am winning, I am winning, I am winning.
But then some days I cave.
But It's fun to just waste away.
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6. |
Toothmouth
04:35
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Few may say they don't believe in right and wrong.
Steal my label I've been peeling way too long.
Sweet mama May.
Teeth in a crowded place.
You may say you "can't believe my eyes".
People praying: I can be their christ.
Feet: warm, sweat and stone.
Dream form: non-temporal
Oh, can you see?
Oh. Watchful Eye, won't you show me?
Oh, can it be?
Oh, Talking Mouth, won't you tell me?
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7. |
Become Bright
05:14
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Frolic and play with your freedom.
I knew it once today, but now it's past.
Drag my finger across the glass.
Drag my body back to mass.
And become bright, yeah.
So, downplay your praise with your blindness.
Contain all your rage to your eyes.
If you're ever gonna die,
Put your face inside a guise.
To become bright, yeah.
Fill up your days with your madness.
The feelings, once decayed, won't return.
If your body's gonna burn,
Show the people so they learn
To become bright, yeah.
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Well, I tell ya, I can't wait
'Till I'm back up in space.
I've got a lot of motion,
But I don't have faith.
I'm going up to the mountains,
Yeah, I'm gonna face my fate.
I'm going nose to nose with Jesus Christ.
I don't know what I'm going to say.
Well, I got no good wisdom,
But I do have wage.
I'm gonna spend my money,
Gonna find my place.
I'm screaming up to the balconies:
"Yeah, I'm gonna shave my face".
I'm gonna buy myself forgiveness,
But I don't know what I'm willing to pay.
Well, I know I cannot bathe
In his holy basin.
Can't get a drop from his holy trough.
So, I'll drink it up from his fountain.
Yeah, I'm gonna stake my claim.
I'm standing toes to toes with Jesus Christ.
I don't know what I'm going to say.
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