1. |
Derry Fog
06:10
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I’m screaming so why can’t you hear me?
There's blood in my throat and air in my veins
Soon enough my lungs will be empty
I’ll have scratched my voice to wiry frays
I’m fighting so why can’t you see me?
My fingernails are shot down to the bone
Soon enough my hands will be empty
I’ll have dug my way out of this home
If no one can hear me and no one can see me,
Does my attempt at escape leave their brain
The second they decide to walk away?
When will the sun reappear in the sky?
When will the light cast itself in their eyes?
When will I be seen? When will I be heard?
When will I finally get what I deserve?
But this town has been under a storm for far too long
And there’s nothing that can begin to lift this Derry fog
We’re screaming so why can’t you hear us?
There's rage in our breasts and riot in our veins
Soon enough we’ll take our next breath
We won’t stop our noise ‘til you take us away
We’re fighting so why can’t you see us?
Our teeth are filled to the tips with blood
Soon enough we’ll take our next bite
We won’t stop our attack ‘til you acknowledge this flood
If no one can hear us and no one can see us,
Does our attempt at escape leave their brain
The second they decide to walk away?
When will the sun reappear in the sky?
When will the light cast itself in their eyes?
When will we be seen? When will we be heard?
When will we finally get what we deserve?
But this town has been under a storm for far too long
And there’s nothing that can begin to lift this Derry fog
Betty Ripsom, Adrian Mellon
Two lives lost to authoritative inattention
Betty Ripsom, Adrian Mellon
Two kids who went against social convention
Betty Ripsom, Adrian Mellon
Two deaths who inspired this dissension
Betty Ripsom, Adrian Mellon
Two signs of a town in need of intervention
When will the sun reappear in the sky?
when will the light cast itself in their eyes?
When will I be seen? When will I be heard?
When will I finally get what I deserve?
But this town has been under a storm for far too long
And there's nothing that can begin to lift
When will the sun reappear in the sky?
When will the light cast itself in their eyes?
When will we be seen? When will we be heard?
When will we finally get what we deserve?
But this town has been under a storm for far too long
And there's nothing that can begin to lift this Derry fog
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2. |
Lone Hero
04:35
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Mama, don’t wait up
I’ll be lost in the stacks
Long past you finish your cup
Papa, can I please stay in?
There’s a battle next page
I want to get to the end
I read and I read, and I can’t stop to think
My eyes and my hands, too trapped in that ink
These books are my savior, a boy left alone
I cling to these words, the brave main hero
Joke with the best friend and help with the game
Maybe with these kids I’ll have a new name
Mikey or shepherd, big m or h
Any of them I’d be willing to take
Any at all, if they were willing to stay
Mama, I’ll really be fine
College is nothing
If I have my books by my side
Papa, don’t you worry about me
I’ll make some new friends
Or join the football team
But I read and I read, and I can’t stop to talk
Porthos and Huck Finn by my side as I walk
These books are my savior, a boy left alone
I cling to these words, the brave main hero
Joke with the best friend and help with the game
Maybe with these kids I’ll have a new name
Mikey or shepherd, big m or h
Any of them I’d be willing to take
Any at all if they were willing to stay
So, it's no coincidence that I ended up with you
A boy who grew up to be a poet too
So, wrap me up in words and wool from the ewe
Either one will warm me, but only one I’ll pursue
And those books were my savior, a boy left alone
I clung to those words, the brave main hero
Joked with the best friend and helped with the game
Until I met kids who gave me a new name
So, I’m a Loser, ‘til the day that I die
I took that name, left my old one behind
I don’t need it, I have them by my side
Mama, don’t wait up
I’ll be lost in his arms
Long past you finish your cup
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3. |
I Know My Own Mouth
04:21
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Do you think it’s cute to speak over me when I’m still making sounds?
The staggering stumble in my step has stuck and is stealing the show
I know the nonsense neurosis leaves you knotted within
But I’m the one who fears the fallback of my free-falling flow
Watch me crack my own tooth and crawl on the crystal shards
Screaming supercilious syllables through the cyanide foam
You don’t know what my own mouth is capable of
Violin string vocal cords made of venerable chrome
Raging, rearing, racketeering,
I’m doing it all, tongue persevering
Don’t ask me if I’ve stuttered
Don’t ask me if I’ve slipped
When you know as well as I do
What words my tongue has at its tip
So shut the fuck up
And quiet the fuck down
I know my own words and
I know my own mouth
Do you think I haven’t noticed the thin thwack of air that you just threw out?
Don’t count it off as a cough as if my ears are preoccupied
I can do the math of adding up your smile and your eyes
I’ll be dancing around the denominator before you even begin to divide
My brain works even if my bumbling bitch of a throat is botched
I was made with this mumbling malady, but my mind remains unmuddled
I’m not the isolated, ill idiot you make me out to be
So take a step back before I catch the disease that has left you befuddled
Creaking, speaking, all unmeekly
I’m doing it all, tongue still seeking
Don’t ask me if I’ve stuttered
Don’t ask me if I’ve slipped
When you know as well as I do
What words my tongue has at its tip
So shut the fuck up
And quiet the fuck down
I know my own words and
I know my own mouth
I’m thrusting my fists against the posts
I must insist, I see the ghosts
They’ve got ahold of my words and all that I wrote
Watch as I fall, laugh as I dote
What will I do when I don’t miss a note?
Do they know what my words can do?
The power of one of my few?
But of course, they’re deaf to that too
Lost in the old, lost in the new
A phantom too blurry to view
Don’t ask me if I’ve stuttered
Don’t ask me if I’ve slipped
When you know as well as I do
What words my tongue has at its tip
So shut the fuck up
And quiet the fuck down
I know my words and
I know my own mouth
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4. |
Pamela Anderson
04:20
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Rainy day, pull those big boots on
Red raincoat with the little ladybugs
Go out with your friends, but don’t tell Mom
That you splashed in those puddles of mud
Take the long way home, rinse off that stain
Let the rain fall over you ‘til you’re clean
‘Cause when you get home, she can’t complain
All you wanted is for her to be happy
The future is so big and oh so bright
You dream it up, that story, every night
And one day, you hope, you’ll marry Pamela Anderson
Isn’t that what the big boys want?
And isn’t she so fucking hot?
And you’ll wake up in the morning next to her and think
“This is the life I want
God, I’m so happy that I won”
Sunny now, put on that sunscreen
Remember the nose or you’ll be peeling
Go out to the quarry, but don’t tell Mom
Because those cliffs would send her reeling
Ride your bike home, steady and slow
Watch the road and avoid the empty cracks
Oh, to you, the worst thing in the world
Is the idea of breaking Mommy’s back
The future is so big and oh so bright
You dream it up, that story, every night
And one day, you hope, you’ll marry Pamela Anderson
Isn’t that what the big boys want?
And isn’t she so fucking hot?
And you’ll wake up in the morning next to her and think
“This is the life I want
God, I’m so happy that I won”
But on winter days, sometimes, when it snows
When you spot him in that big blue coat
His face turned red and his hair crystals
You think to yourself, is this worth the cold?
But no, no, no,
And one day, you hope, you’ll marry Pamela Anderson
Isn’t that what the big boys want?
And isn’t she so fucking hot?
And you’ll wake up in the morning next to her and think
“This is the life I want
God, I’m so happy that I won”
“This is the life I want
This is the life I want
This is the life I want
God, I’m so happy that I won”
“Is this the life I want?
Is this the life I want?
Is this the life I want?”
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5. |
Daddy's Eyes
04:41
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I got my daddy’s eyes
Big, blue, and wide
The shine in them so bright
I can’t hide from their light
I can’t hide, I can’t hide
They follow me as I walk
Down the street, the neighbors talk
“She’s got her daddy’s eyes
Big, blue, and wide
The shine in them so bright”
But what does it mean when I wish for them green,
Or hazel or brown, not this cerulean sea?
I got my daddy’s eyes
Big, blue, and wide
But the shine in them is fading tonight
Mirror, mirror, I don’t wanna see her
She’s nothing but a reflection of him
Terror, terror, not even her red hair
Can hide those irises of cornflower blue
She’s got her daddy’s eyes
Her daddy’s eyes
She don’t want their miserable hue
I got my daddy’s stare
His fire red hair
His streak of stubborn will
I light the ground on which I run
Away from him and the eyes that stun
I run to them, their quarry pool
Just a couple of kids all out of school
The summer heat, the water cools
And I’m nothing but a nameless girl
The world’s an oyster and I’m the pearl
But then the boy with the postcard lines
Turns to me and he says, on time
“Oh god, I love your eyes
Big, blue and wide,
The shine in them so bright”
Mirror, mirror, I don’t wanna see her
She’s nothing but a reflection of him
Terror, terror, not even her red hair
Can hide those irises of cornflower blue
I got my daddy’s eyes
My daddy’s eyes
But I don’t want their miserable hue
I just want to leave them behind
I want to take back what is mine
My body belongs to someone else
My mom, then him, then the world itself
so I get up on stage, take off all of my clothes
Escape his blue stare, that girl all alone
Maybe after this I’ll be able to see
The girl in the mirror, and it’ll be me
And maybe someday he’ll leave me be
And those eyes will be mine
Big, blue, and wide
The shine in them so bright
They’re mine, they’re mine, they’re mine, they’re mine
And he can’t touch me tonight
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6. |
The Robin
04:44
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You watch me as I watch the birds
Your eyes like a hawk upon prey
But I do not shrivel under your gaze
I’d let you consume me whole in this way
Take me apart with your teeth
Until my insides feed you whole
Dine on me plenty until you are full
Let my fragile bones all make up your bowl
Love me, destroy me, kiss me as you kill me
With your lips upon mine is how I want to go
I never thought I’d let myself have you
But here I am, your hand wrapped in mine
Whatever you want, babylove, just tell me
And I’ll spread my wings for you and take flight
You beckon, but so do the birds
Your call entwined with their song
I turn to you until they are gone
You’re the only one to whom I belong
So treat me however you wish
Take your beak and peck into my heart
Burn into me a deep branded art
Scar my skin with your signature mark
Love me, destroy me, kiss me as you kill me
With your lips upon mine is how I want to go
I never thought I’d let myself have you
But here I am, your hand wrapped in mine
Whatever you want, babylove, just tell me
And I’ll spread my wings for you and take flight
I am the robin, red-breasted and grey
You are the hunter until our last day
So track me and chase me, as I fly away
Or just call out to me once and I’ll obey
I never thought I’d let myself have you
But here I am, your hand wrapped in min
Whatever you want, babylove, just tell me
And I’ll spread my wings for you and take flight
I never thought I’d let myself have you
But here I am, your hand wrapped in mine
So let me know, before you go
What you think that you are owed
Whatever you want, babylove, just tell me
And I’ll spread my wings for you and take flight
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7. |
Night Terrors
05:50
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3AM, the sheets pulled tight
Choking my breath, that old inhaler fright
I want to get out but I’ve got nowhere to go
She’s holding me, but I’m not fighting
My body is free, her eyes inviting
I kiss her with tongue but it all feels so wrong
Why is this happening?
Is it just a dream?
Am I so sick and perverted that I want to hurt until I scream?
I’m afraid of sleep like I was afraid of you
Of what it might mean, of what I might do
And I dread those closed eyes and the moonlight outside
So I stay up ‘til the sunrise
I stay up ‘til those tears dry
6AM, I wake with a shout
You cling to me, try to figure me out
But I won’t tell you, so please stop your asking
She haunts me by day, by my coffee mug
Holds my face in her hands, slips me that sugary drug
I open my mouth, I’m not sure what else to do
Why is this happening?
Is this just a dream?
Am I so sick and perverted that I want to hurt until I scream?
I’m afraid of sleep like I was afraid of you
Of what it might mean, of what I might do
And I dread those closed eyes and the moonlight outside
So I stay up ‘til the sunrise
I stay up ‘til those tears dry
Well I know who I am but at night I forget
She climbs into my mind and into our bed
And oh, sweet darling, I want you to know
I’m so sorry for her ghost
I’m afraid of sleep like I was afraid of you
Of what it might mean, of what I might do
I dread those closed eyes and the moonlight outside
So I stay up ‘til the sunrise
I stay up ‘til those tears dry
And I’m afraid of sleep like I was afraid of her
Of what she deemed clean, of what she preferred
And I dread those closed eyes and the moonlight outside
So I stay up ‘til the sunrise
Until you wake by my side
And tell me “Baby, it’s alright
There’s no woman here tonight,
just you, and me until we die”
And, baby, that becomes my lullaby
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8. |
Key Lime Pie
03:48
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Sunny evening, roads are easy, can you feel it?
Moonlight sky, summer drive, the stars at night
You are, my candy sunshine, cherry coke, I
Sip you sideways, in a heatwave, hope that you stay
You are my key lime pie
You are my key lime pie
Its sweet as sin, the state I’m in, I can’t stand it
In my mouth, roll you around, we’re heading south
Toward Florida Keys, the blazing sea, just you and me
I promise you, this rendezvous, I’ll pay my dues
You are my key lime pie
You are my key lime pie
Take me, have me, do anything, just grab me
Crashing waves, I need you this way, honey please stay
I’m hungry tonight, you’re a spoonful of life,
Sour and sweet, the perfect treat, its ours this week
You are my key lime pie
You are my key lime pie
So meet me by the sandy shore
Or I’ll come knocking on your door
To take you away from that workplace bore
And into my arms, let’s go, mon amour
You are my key lime pie
You are my key lime pie
You are my key lime pie
You are my key lime pie
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9. |
Parasite
04:56
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My friends, they call me kind
They say my smile lights their hearts from the inside
Is it true, do they lie?
I’m not sure what they see, what in me they find
My face, it’s warm enough
Always thought it too round, my skin, too rough
But to them, they see a boy
Who speaks so soft his voice could never annoy
But when the day ends, when I go home
The hunger takes over ‘til I start to roam
I’m a parasite
A bug that bites
Sucking down the blood
Until you paralyze
Meet your demise
And I drill back down into the mud
My friends, they’re my feast
Their talents, their time, they’re what I eat
I need them to stay alive
As I stay I’m slowly causing them to die
So how do I tell them the truth
I’m consuming them whole, their blood rusts on my tooth
They only see that boy
Wrapped up in cotton and the nicest corduroy
But when the day ends, when I go home
My hunger takes over ‘til I start to roam
I’m a parasite
A bug that bites
Sucking down the blood
Until you paralyze
Meet your demise
And I drill back down into the mud
You think you know me, but you don’t
You know the act I do when I’m not alone
But when you’re not here, I shed that skin
Crawl out of my cocoon to feed again
Will you still love me? Will you still love me?
With blood dripping down my chin?
I’m a parasite
A bug that bites
Sucking down the blood
Until you paralyze
Meet your demise
And I drill back down into the mud
I’m a parasite
Don’t touch, I’ll bite
Suck down all of your blood
Oh, I’ll paralyze
Bring your demise
So stay back, rise above my flood
I don’t want you to drown
So I’ll drill back down
Into the dark, into the mud
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10. |
Goldenrod
04:25
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Summer wind
Take me in
To the field
Where I land
Alone again
The bees buzzing
Then I spot
Your face shining
What am I but a butterfly
Drawn to your scent and to your wandering eyes
Oh, a taste like honey
Drips down from your mouth
Drops onto the dirt
And sweetens the ground
Crystallizes in the golden sun
A sugar mud pie with a hint of plum
Waiting for the touch of an ambling tongue
To be tastes, to be sounds
Roots dancing around
A goldenrod song by the goldenrod sung
Summer rain
Remembered pain
Of the storm
That raged that day
I fear the drop
And I close up shop
Watch the window
‘til I hear your knock
What am I but a hummingbird
Craving your nectar and your comforting words
Oh, a taste like honey
Drips down from your mouth
Drops onto the dirt
And sweetens the ground
Crystallizes in the golden sun
A sugar mud pie with a hint of plum
Waiting for the touch of an ambling tongue
To be tastes, to be sounds
Roots dancing around
A goldenrod song by the goldenrod sung
Solidago, so do I go
To the space in your amber gemstone
May the wind take us wherever time may go
I will ride until the night’s close
A taste like honey
Drips down from your mouth
Drops onto the dirt
And sweetens the ground
Crystallizes in the golden sun
A sugar mud pie with a hint of plum
Waiting for the touch of an ambling tongue
To be tastes, to be sounds
Roots dancing around
A goldenrod song by the goldenrod sung
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11. |
Sleepwalker's Dream
06:15
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Identity is a meandering maze
And I’m trailing my hand through the thorns
Waiting there for the telltale sting
Of a new aching cut to be born
Questioning day as I walk through the fray
Watching the sun dip deep into its rays
I want to know the answer before the night hits
But the light of the stars start to lick
They blind as I walk, they cause me to trip
My knees hit the dirt and I cry where I sit
I don’t know how to stand
I don’t know where to fit
But my life is a sleepwalker’s dream
And you’re the voice that guides me
My compass of words
Who speaks through the birds
Pulls me from the grip of the sea
Tears off the shackles but finds me asleep
Wakes me with a kiss and a muttering plea
A medicine man with tonics of poetry
This is where I walk in the dark
My hand still freckled and pale
The maze has changed its serpentine shape
Soil and dirt turned to fine fragile shale
Then I hear your yell, and I start to dwell
What if the answer is not here in this hell?
I know you can’t tell me where I belong
But I think my meaning is here in your song
I’ll listen to the lyrics and hope I can find
The reason I was made to be in this life
I’ve been on the ground for so long
I’m afraid I’ll fall when I try to fly
And my life is a sleepwalker’s dream
And you’re the voice that guides me
My compass of words
Who speaks through the birds
Pulls me from the grip of the sea
Tears off the shackles but finds me asleep
Wakes me with a kiss and a muttering plea
A medicine man with tonics of poetry
You turn on the porchlight
Whisper through the chill
“Honey, come in, it's freezing”
Until my shakes turn to still
The moon’s above, below, my love
It's spilling out like so much blood
I don’t know who I am or who I can be
So wrap me in your arms, I don’t want to be seen
We’ll clean up this mess when the sun starts to rise
But for now, we sit together and take in the sky
The stars are so bright
And finally, so are my eyes
And my life is a sleepwalker’s dream
And you’re the voice that guides me
My compass of words
Who speaks through the birds
Pulls me from the grip of the sea
Tears off the shackles but finds me asleep
Wakes me with a kiss and a muttering plea
A medicine man with tonics of poetry
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12. |
Black Spot
05:04
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They pick up the pen
Cross your name out again
Color it over with thick black lines
Draw in the death behind your eyes
You’re not easily loved boy
You are something that they wish to destroy
They pick up their torches and light you ablaze
Watch as you burn in the crimson flames
Who are you if not yourself?
A clean sheet of cotton sheath
Covering up the cards that you’ve been dealt
You’re just another outsider to them
Another black spot on this town
They’re waiting to wander in and snuff you out
So you pack up all of your things and leave them behind
Not knowing the words they spit will follow you
They’ll follow you ‘til the end of your life
You take the world tour
Write your name on the door
Make home with the dust on the walls
And pray to god they don’t crumble and fall
You are not your own self-made man
You’re a reminder of how small towns began
They try to strike out how you were raised
Ignore the burnt shavings of a drawing erased
What are you if they don’t already know?
A blank slate without a face
Begging for someone to look through your window
You’re just another outsider to them
Another black spot on this town
They’re waiting to wander in and snuff you out
So you pack up all of your things and leave them behind
Not knowing the words they spit will follow you
They’ll follow you ‘til the end of your life
You were never the one in this world who was meant to thrive
You were never the one they wanted to stay alive
You were never, you were never
Meant to be glorified
You’re just another outsider to them
Another black spot on this town
They’re waiting to wander in and snuff you out
So you pack up all of your things and leave them behind
Not knowing the words they spit will follow you
They’ll follow you ‘til the end of your life
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13. |
The Quiet
04:32
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My momma raised a boy who ran
Who bounced long past the night began
And my pops taught me the art of a good time
A man, his son, and a quick punchline
But when there’s no one else around
The quiet fills my ears with a buzzing sound
Oh, it infiltrates my rotting brain
Carves out its home to make me insane
I can’t fucking stand it, the quiet and how it toys
And I’m counting down the hours ‘til I break under all its noise
So I scream and I shout and I yell ‘til I drown
And I’m counting down the minutes 'til I’m skipping this town
Because this air is choking me dead
And I joke and I laugh and I try to relax
I place myself in the path of a parallax
To deafen the quiet in my head
And all my friends, they say to me,
Beep beep, shut up, fuck you Richie
And though they mean well, oh, I know they do
But the quiet tells me I’m a fucking fool
I can see them, Bev and Bill
They’re breaking down under their iron will
Ben and Mike, succumbing to noise
Oh, Stan and Eds, forgetting their poise
But can they really blame me, can they blame my mind
For filling the air with all these things just to stay alive?
I scream and I shout and I yell ‘til I drown
And I’m counting down the minutes 'til I’m skipping this town
Because this air is choking me dead
And I joke and I laugh and I try to relax
I place myself in the path of a parallax
To deafen the quiet in my head
It haunts me, it plagues me
But it can’t contain me
The quiet is silent
So I’ll just defy it
So I scream and I shout and I yell ‘til I drown
And I’m counting down the minutes 'til I’m skipping this town
Because this air is choking me dead
And I joke and I laugh and I try to relax
I place myself in the path of a parallax
To deafen the quiet in my head
And it can't get me if I’m too loud
It can’t get me if I’m too proud
It can’t get me until I die
So fuck the quiet, babe, and fuck my mind
It can't get me if I’m too loud
It can’t get me if I’m too proud
It can’t get me until I die
So fuck the quiet, babe, and fuck my mind
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14. |
Heaven's Kiss
05:54
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I was never one for religion
Catholic home and catholic guilt
I was never one for the church
Stubborn mind and stubborn will
You were never one for worship
A man who laughs at the gall of god
You were never one for authority
A man who chokes on the word of the law
We were never made for this
But we were made for heaven’s kiss
You were made to be loved
Every crevice and every pore
And I am but a simple whore
Falling down to my knees
Praying to my god, my deity
You were made to be loved
And I was made to love you
So in this lifetime, I will see it through
I was always one for loving
Even if it was never the nicest kind
I was always one for fighting
Even if I was sometimes punching blind
You were always one for chaos
The type that was named devil’s kin
You were always one for calm
The type that followed a tidal sin
We were always made for this
And we were made for heaven’s kiss
You were made to be loved
Every crevice and every pore
And I am but a simple whore
Falling down to my knees
Praying to my god, my deity
You were made to be loved
And I was made to love you
So in this lifetime, I swear I'll see it through
If for whatever reason this life isn’t enough
I will find you in the next, follow you to that bluff
And fall to my bruised, bloody knees once more
As I am, and always will be dutifully yours
You were made to be loved
Every crevice and every pore
And I am but a simple whore
Falling down to my knees
Praying to my god, my deity
You were made to be loved
And I was made to love you
So in this lifetime, I will see it through
You were made to be loved
Every crevice and every pore
And I am but a simple whore
Falling down to my knees
Praying to my god, my deity
You were made to be loved
And I was made to love you
So in this lifetime
Or even the next
Though I feel that we will be blessed
I will see our love through
Because that is our heavenly due
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15. |
Hindsight
05:17
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Tell me, please, what am I supposed to do now?
I’ve been acting all my life, so when will it end?
I’ve picked up the skills, fucked around as a thrill
So why don’t I feel like I’ve grown old yet?
I’m Peter Pan, never aging,
A child forever who won’t stop taking
Dependent on others, and all that tethers
Me to the womb of youth starts quaking
Memories surface, childhood strays
My age and my years forgotten in waves
Looking back, in hindsight
I was never made for this
Tax returns and bottles of wine
A beautiful wife and a couple of kids
But losers will always be losers
And adulthood can't be outbid
Tell me, please, what am I supposed to do now?
I’ve been denying all my life, so it’ll never end
Trapped in adolescence, that thinly veiled weapon
Wishing for a button to help me reset
I’m Alice, falling down that hole
To Wonderland, where the old cat grins
I don’t have to be mature, make myself look demure
I can hide away forever if I make myself spin
But memories surface, adulthood stays
My age and my years remembered in waves
Looking back, in hindsight
I was never made for this
Tax returns and bottles of wine
A beautiful wife and a couple of kids
But losers will always be losers
And adulthood can’t be outbid
The prophet haunts me with his wandering words
But he is cruel and astute, just a useless tool
And we look backwards, hoping for an answer
Not knowing it lays in the arms of our most tender lover
Hindsight is short (and its utter bullshit)
Hindsight is short (and its complete and utter bullshit, isn’t it?)
And looking back, in hindsight
I was never made for this
Tax returns and bottles of wine
A beautiful wife and a couple of kids
But losers will always be losers
And adulthood can’t be outbid
Looking back, in hindsight
I was never made for this
Tax returns and bottles of wine
A beautiful wife and a couple of kids
But losers will always be losers
And adulthood can’t be outbid
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16. |
Gazebos (Instrumental)
04:08
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17. |
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Rainy day, pull those big boots on
Red raincoat with the little ladybugs
Go out with your friends, but don’t tell Mom
That you splashed in those puddles of mud
Take the long way home, rinse off that stain
Let the rain fall over you ‘til you’re clean
‘Cause when you get home, she can’t complain
All you wanted is for her to be happy
The future is so big and oh so bright
You dream it up, that story, every night
And one day, you hope, you’ll marry Pamela Anderson
Isn’t that what the big boys want?
And isn’t she so fucking hot?
And you’ll wake up in the morning next to her and think
“This is the life I want
God, I’m so happy that I won”
Sunny now, put on that sunscreen
Remember the nose or you’ll be peeling
Go out to the quarry, but don’t tell Mom
Because those cliffs would send her reeling
Ride your bike home, steady and slow
Watch the road and avoid the empty cracks
Oh, to you, the worst thing in the world
Is the idea of breaking Mommy’s back
The future is so big and oh so bright
You dream it up, that story, every night
And one day, you hope, you’ll marry Pamela Anderson
Isn’t that what the big boys want?
And isn’t she so fucking hot?
And you’ll wake up in the morning next to her and think
“This is the life I want
God, I’m so happy that I won”
But on winter days, sometimes, when it snows
When you spot him in that big blue coat
His face turned red and his hair crystals
You think to yourself, is this worth the cold?
But no, no, no,
And one day, you hope, you’ll marry Pamela Anderson
Isn’t that what the big boys want?
And isn’t she so fucking hot?
And you’ll wake up in the morning next to her and think
“This is the life I want
God, I’m so happy that I won”
“This is the life I want
This is the life I want
This is the life I want
God, I’m so happy that I won”
“Is this the life I want?
Is this the life I want?
Is this the life I want?”
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