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White Chocolate Space Egg

Orange and blue, green and pink
I see you in everything…

Don’t need money, don’t need wine
I’ve got better ways to spend my time

I’ll see you around
Every hollow has its favorite sound
And my heart is holding on…

Purple, yellow, reddish brown
Once I felt you, I couldn’t lay you down

Don’t be shy, baby, don’t be careful with me
Let it go, let it soak me down

Every rock and tree and leaf abound with your face
Your face, your face…
Trace…
Don’t tell me I’ve been wrong…
Don’t tell me all the magic’s gone

Every corner has its favorite clown
I’ll see you

Big Tall Man

I’m a big, tall man
I cut the grass
My left eye hurts
I am waiting and reading parts
I can be a complicated communicator

Yes, I’m winning, spinning
I feel energy being pulled off from all sides
And it feels good
Like relieving a headache

Zeus and Athens
Florida driveway
Asphalt and tires
Sand and the beach
Rocker panel
Headlights in the dark
I am drag racing
Drag

Yes, I’m winning, spinning
I feel energy being pulled off from all sides
And it feels good
Like relieving a headache

Yes, I’m winning, spinning
I feel energy being pulled off from all sides
And it feels good
Like relieving a headache

Fog and the distance beyond it
Boats and the quiet morning noises
I’m walking the shoreline
A beer and a cigarette
A bug with twitching antennae
A button-up short-sleeved shirt

Yes, I’m winning, spinning
I feel energy being pulled off from all sides
And it feels good
Like relieving a headache

I’m a big, tall man
I cut the grass
My left eye hurts
I can be a complicated communicator

Yes, I’m winning, spinning
I feel energy being pulled off from all sides
And it feels good
Like relieving a headache

Yes, I’m winning, spinning
I feel energy being pulled off from all sides
And it feels good
Like relieving a headache

Yes, I’m careening down!
Winding the canyons, now!
Yes, I am broadcasting myself!

Perfect World

What a pretty life you have
Oh boy, it’s a pretty life
And I would need a map
Just so I could navigate the backyard

Home is very ordinary
I know I was born to lead a double life
Of murder, strife, and misery
And when I find it, I know I’ll make sense of me

I want to be cool, tall, vulnerable, and luscious
I would have it all if I’d only had this much
No need for Lucifer to fall if he’d learn to keep his mouth shut
I would be involved with you

I know the girls
That live inside your world
Just sitting next to a mortal makes their skin crawl

I want to be cool, tall, vulnerable, and luscious
I would have it all if I only had this much
No need for Lucifer to fall if he’d learn to keep his mouth shut
I would be involved with you…
With you.

Johnny Feelgood

Johnny feel good, Johnny right on
Johnny miss you, Johnny light on
Johnny makes me feel strangely good about myself

Moderation is a memory
Dive right in and let him send me
I could take this in doses large enough to kill

I never met a man who was so pretty inside
He’s got diamonds on the bed of his thumbnails and I
Never realized I was so dirty and dry
‘Til he knocked me down, started dragging me around in the
Back of his convertible car…

And I liked it
I liked it more and more
Crimson and Clover, soon he’s taken over all my senses

He’s got petals on the bed of his sweat sock drawer
And who the fuck am I to criticize him
‘Cause I really need him now, in fact
I’m kinda freaking out
And I’m wondering where the hell you all are…

I’ve never met a man I was so crazy about
It kinda has become an obsession to me
I hate him all the time, but I still get up
When he knocks me down and he orders me around
‘Cause it loosens me up
And I can’t get enough
And I’d pay to spend the night with him
Some more!

‘Cause I liked it…
I really, really, really liked it…

Polyester Bride

I was talking, not two days ago
To a certain bartender I’m lucky to know
And I asked Henry, my bartending friend
If I should bother dating unfamous men

And Henry said, “You’re lucky to even know me.
You’re lucky to be alive. You’re lucky to be drinking here for free cause I’m a
Sucker for your lucky, pretty eyes.”

And then he said, “Do you want to be a Polyester Bride?
Or do you want to hang your head and die?
Do you want to find alligator cowboy boots they just put on sale?
Do you want to flap your wings and fly away from here?”

I was sitting, not two days ago
Feeling lonely ’cause I’m just feeling low
And I asked Henry, my bartending friend
Why it is that there are those kind of men

And Henry said, “You’re lucky to even know me.
You’re lucky to be alive. You’re lucky to be drinking here for free cause I’m a
Sucker for your lucky, pretty eyes.”

And then he said, “Do you want to be a Polyester Bride?
Or do you want to hang your head and die?
Do you want to find alligator cowboy boots they just put on sale?
Do you want to flap your wings and fly away from here?”

“Princess, do you really want to flap your wings and fly
Because you’ve got time.”
He keeps telling me, “You’ve got time.”
But I don’t believe him
“You’ve got time.”
I keep on pushing harder…
I keep on pushing farther away
But he keeps telling me, baby
He says, baby yeah

“Do you want to be a polyester bride?”
Do you wanna hang your head and die
Do ya wanna find alligator cowboy boots they just put on sale
Do you wanna flap your wings and fly away from here

Do you wanna be a polyester bride
Away from here
Do you wanna be a polyester bride
Away from here

Do you wanna be a polyester bride
Away from here

“Princess, do you really want to flap your wings and fly away from here”

Love Is Nothing

You thought I was something from afar
You thought I’d totally excite you

I guess it’s just another thing to stand up close and ignite you

Love is nothing, nothing, nothing
Like they say…
You gotta pick up the little pieces every day

You were telling me the friends we have in common…
By the time I figured it out you were yawning

Love is nothing, like they say

You gotta get up and work the people everyday

And I thought, “Who am I?”
“Who’s this guy?”
“Would I lie
To make the day blur into the night…?”

Baby Got Going

Baby got goin’ on a southern train, you know
Fired up the pistons driving below
And the whole vibration, seat upholstery
Silky underwear, oh conductor, let’s roll, roll, roll, roll
Let’s roll, roll, roll, roll, roll…!

Baby got goin’ but I can’t complain, you know
It knocks me out when she acts so strange, it’s like a
Big Mac truck cut across three lanes in my soul, conductor
Let’s throw some metal down, roll, roll, roll, roll

Squeeze her knees underneath a book, you know
A real good shakin’ is all it took
‘Cause my baby’s hooked on me, and as you can see
I’m wild about her!

She got goin’ but I can’t complain, you know
It knocks me out when she acts so strange, it’s like a
Big Mac truck cut across three lanes in my soul, conductor, let’s roll…
Let’s roll, roll, roll, roll, roll…!
Let’s roll

She gets mad when it goes too slow, so I’m beggin’ you man
Keep a shovelin’ that coal and let’s roll!
Let’s roll, roll, roll, roll, roll…
Dinah, blow your horn!

Uncle Alvarez

There’s a portrait of Uncle Alvarez
Hangin’ in the hall
Nobody wants to look at it
But Uncle Alvarez sees us all

Oh, oh, oh, imaginary accomplishments
Hey, hey, hey, you visionary guy
You might even shake the hands of Presidents
Better send a postcard and keep the family quiet

He’s not really a part Cherokee Indian
He didn’t fight in the Civil War
He’s just Eugene Isaac Alvarez
We feel sorry for the wall

Oh, oh, oh, imaginary accomplishments
Hey, hey, hey, you visionary guy
You might even shake the hands of Presidents
You’re gonna make ’em sorry when you die

And it’s a long way down
You’re hoping for a heart attack
Runnin’ around
Investing in this and that
And your beautiful wife keeps your life on a shelf for you
Safe in the bedroom
Where there’s no dust or mildew
And it’s hard to believe you were once a beautiful dancer

Better just to shake it off
As you write your resume
Don’t think of Uncle Alvarez
And the price he had to pay

Oh, oh, oh, imaginary accomplishments
Hey, hey, hey, you visionary guy
You might even shake the hands of Presidents
You’re gonna make ’em sorry when you die

Oh, oh, oh, imaginary accomplishments
Hey, hey, hey, you visionary guy
You might even shake the hands of Presidents
Better send some money to the alma mater

Only Son

All these babies are born
To the wrong kind of people
And I wish I had known
I was not good enough
I’m the worst kind of son
Bringing shame to my family
And I know I have worn
My mother’s heart out, believe me
I saw it
I saw it coming

All these things I have done
To my little little sister
When I try to support her
She don’t believe
Why should she?
I hurt her
I mean I hurt her

So goodbye, so long, I’m gone already
I’m running out of time
I’m losing my mind
Won’t you come take me home?
Won’t somebody hold me?

All these babies are born
Like a field full of poppies
Who’s gonna know which are torn?
I believe I’ll soon leave the meadow
I see my shadow

I think I’m losing my soul…

Go On Ahead

You go on ahead, honey
You have a good time there
You make me feel funny
I’m no ordinary lover or friend

I believe we have things to do
I believe in myself and I believe in you
I believe when I sleep you are near to me
When you sleep I am near to you

You walk out of the room with your hands so deep in your pockets, I don’t
Recognize you
You say you’re a ghost in our house and I realize I do think I see through you

It’s a death in our love that has brought us here
It’s a birth that has changed our lives
It’s a place that I hope we’ll be leaving soon
And I fear for the year in his eyes

And it goes around in circles; one night is lovely, the next is brutal
And you and I are in way over our heads with this one, it’s hard
To admit it, but you hold me and I can’t feel you
We hurt but we smile
I promise I’ll make it back when the summer has warmed me awhile

Headache

I can see the Russian Army rolling through my heard
On one side of me lies the enemy, the other half is dead
I’ve got diamonds and I’ve got pearls…
And I said, “Hey mister, won’t you come for me?”
You can take me home, but I will never be your girl
I won’t let your mystery unfurl

That’s the whole thing about it…
I’m so in love today
I’ve been waiting at the bus stop
Come my way?

I’m a
Psychosomatic sister
Running around without a leash
Snow is falling, January’s all across the land
I’ve got seven other men in the ditches behind me, and
I think I’m the last survivor…

Ride

As I stumble into bed, I curse the devil in my head
And if I die before I wake, I hope the Lord won’t hesitate
To pluck my coffin from the ground
He need not heed the neighbors now
And throw me up for all to see the flies of
August swarming me…

I get a ride
Right by your side
Under your skin
I’m digging in

Well, I don’t know, but I’ve been told
The road to heaven is paved with gold
And if I die before I wake, I need a ride
From you

I get a ride
Right by your side
Under your skin
I’m digging in

Well, sticks and stones can break my bones
And boys can make me kick and moan
But when I want it, I don’t drive, I get a ride
I get a ride
From you

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What Makes You Happy

But don’t worry, mom, I met him in a restaurant
And all this time I’ve been getting to know him
He’s got an ex-wife in Pasadena, and sometimes she’s a mess
To deal with, but mostly we’ve been living here
Uninjured

There’s a silence, and she says, “Listen here, young lady, all that matters is
What makes you happy, but you leave this house knowing my opinion won’t
Make you love me if you don’t care to.”

I’m sending you this photograph, I swear
This one is going to last and all those other bastards
Were only practice
I feel the sun on my back…
I smell the earth in my skin…
I see the sky above me like a full recovery…

She said, “Listen here, young lady, all that matters is what makes you happy,
But you leave this house knowing my opinion
It won’t make a difference if you’re not ready.
Won’t make you love me is you don’t care to…”

Fantasize

He’s a friend of mine
Kind of special guy
He’s a run-around

Hey, you’ve got to hide your love away!
I hear people are talking about us
And I just have to say
I lie awake every night
Thinking about you, I fantasize…
All around us people are changing

He’s a special guy
Kind of sentimental inside

I hear people are talking about us
That’s ok with me
Get it easily inside…

Shitloads Of Money

Louis is probably thirty years old but he looks like a solid forty five
Louis says he’s got a headache
I look in his eyes, and I believe him
The big L.K.’s and the gangster disciples
Louis can’t think of who else could take over, but he just can’t
Get up in the morning
A genuine face, braced for survival

It’s nice to be liked
But it’s better by far to get paid
I know that most of the friends that I have don’t really see it
That way
But if you could give ’em each one wish
How much do you wanna bet
They’d wish success for themselves and their friends and
That would include lots of money

Don’t know how many times you were stuck in the morning
You just couldn’t move, though your mother was calling
You know, what you need
Is a Lotto revival
A train flashes by and you’re lost in a spiral

It’s nice to be liked
But it’s better by far to get paid
I know that most of the friends that I have don’t really see it
That way
But if you could give ’em each one wish
How much do you wanna bet
They’d wish success for themselves and their friends and
That would include lots of money

Take the train on up to the zoo, don’t look back
On what you’ve been through
Cause everyone’s got a Monday
It looks like shit and it must be America
It burns so quick, then it must be America

It’s nice to be liked
But it’s better by far to get paid
I know that most of the friends that I have don’t really see it
That way
But if you could give ’em each one wish
How much do you wanna bet
They’d wish success for themselves and their friends and
That would include lots of money

We all need a shitload of M-O-N-E-Y, money

Girls’ Room

I’m sleeping in the girls’ room
I’m sleeping in the girls’ room
I’m sleeping in the sky
I’m sleeping in the water

I’m sleeping in the girls’ room
I’m sleeping in the girls’ room
I’m sleeping in the girls’ room tonight

Here comes Tiffany
My best friend, Tiffany
Wearing a size too small of sweater

Me and Tiffany
Dressing up pretty
We love to ride, we love to canter

My best friend Tiffany
She is so popular
We’re going from site to site and pool to pool tonight

And we hear Terry say that Tricia’s okay
But she ought to learn to shave her bikini line better
And Tauren was born, like her mother in a storm
And Tracey’s been away forever…

I’m sleeping in the girls’ room
I’m sleeping in the girls’ room
I’m sleeping in the sky
I’m sleeping in the water

I’m sleeping in the girls’ room
I’m sleeping in the girls’ room
I’m sleeping in the girls’ room tonight


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