1. |
Sundowner
03:26
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Sundowner
Meet my baby, meet my pride
Ask my darling if she’s on my side
and she will tell you
her mind is all mine
but she’s keeping her body
She’s keeping her body except for her spine
You don’t ever want to get on her ride
You don’t ever want to get on her ride
Greet my woman with flowerless stem
And she will tell you where you can put them
You don’t ever want to get on her ride
You don’t ever want to get on her ride
You don’t ever want to get on her ride
Meet my baby, meet my girl
She’s glad she has me
She loves to tell me what I think she’s for
You don’t ever want to get on her ride
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2. |
Long, Long Stem
02:55
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Long Long Stem
And it’s a long long stem
And it’s a long long stem
That you have been given
You have to cut it in half
So it can take a bath
You must cut in half
what you have been given
Cuz pain is not the same
Pain is not the same
And it’s a long long road
And it’s a long long road
That you haven’t driven
You got me confused
Between your reds and blues
Between the life I choose
and the one I’m given
Pain is not the same
Pain is not the same
When you are kind, well
you know that you undermine love
Don’t be so good to me,
I’ve had enough piety, love
We still exist even though we resist it
The gallery room is a tunnel
from womb to my love
And it’s a long long stem
And it’s a long long stem
That you have been given
And it’s a long long day
So I wish you’d stay
Yeah, I wish you’d stay,
but you’re not forgiven
Cuz change is not the same
Change is not the same
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3. |
Dumb Stories
03:05
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Dumb Stories
Kill that fucked girl,
that fucked girl can kill you
Cheap, if you come
If you came, you are cheapened
by degrees
If your soul is uncertain,
then, certainly,
you must raise the curtain
How come you won’t listen
to my dumb stories of love
and greed
and all those victims that you need
for stories of love?
I turned you on
to this drug that can kill you
and you thanked me
through shaking and white teeth
You want my soul to burn,
but my soul is a cinder
I turned you into a drug,
you will kill me
How come you won’t listen
to my dumb stories of love
and pain
and all those victims that you gain
through stories of love?
You won’t listen
to my dumb stories of love
Stories of love
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4. |
Excavation
04:00
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Excavation
Excavate beauty
It isn’t in the brain coffin of the skull
And it’s not Madrid
And it’s not her face painted fake for me
But there’s something there
You will not share
concert or air
You will not share your heart
John Doe, Richard Roe
All for the sake of art
And what do you want?
I know you don’t want me
but that’s what you’ve got
Understand you are
just a part of something truly dark
You are not there
Concert from air
You are not in my heart
Re-undefine plausible mind
Arrow stuck in my heart
Have I washed where I was most dirty,
in my thoughts?
Where I was when I was
most certain to be caught
Excavate life’s worth
Paint it as a gift
Sketch it as a curse
Then assume the power
If you can’t be G-d,
you could be a nurse
You are not in my heart
You are not in my heart
like diamond set, you are
You are not in my heart
You are not in my heart
like diamond set, you are
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The Catcher In The Whole Wheat
Fuck off, you covet my control
Fuck off, your soul is not my fault
I’m rich and you’re stuck in your barn
So, fuck off before you turn me on
Everyone around you follows
I’m a hate-her guy
Fuck off, you want me to prepare
To brush my teeth and comb my hair
If we leave, we’ll be forgotten
I’m a hate-her guy
I’m a hate-her guy
Shut up, don’t analyze me now
Shut up, if you remember how
I’m rich and you’re a fucking bore
So shut up before you bring me down
If we leave, we’ll be forgotten
I’m a hate-her guy
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6. |
My Little Tool
02:26
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My Little Tool
Did you learn to cry
when your mother
took her breast aside?
Always warm inside
and no need for
weathering outside
You thought I’d forget
How much time there was
before we met
In that tiny womb
Where my fingers
thought I was the groom
You’re my little tool
I can wrap you ‘round a screw
That’s my use for you
No, it’s not a crime
To bleed your day
of all its precious time
That’s your time to bleed
Or to share with
someone who might need
You’re my little tool
I can wrap around a screw
That’s my use for you
When I’m too tight
or I’m too loose
you can slip me in your noose
work your magic
make me lie to you
And you thought it was entertainment
And you thought it was all for me
And if the bank runs out of money
You’re gonna have to spend yours with me
Did you learn to cry
when your mother took her breast aside?
Always warm inside
and no need for weathering outside
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7. |
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Lawrence Welk Plaster Caster (pt. 2)
You are stuck in my eyes
You are stuck in my eyes
The morning is coming for me –
I think it’s satiric!
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8. |
Firewood
03:14
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Firewood
(In a way, go away) To set me on fire
(In a way, go away) I’ll learn to love it
(In a way, go away) I’ll burn like firewood
Burn like firewood
If being you is being myself,
I’ve been myself much too long
If touching you is touching G-d,
I never laid a finger on Him
(In a way, go away) To set me on fire
(In a way, go away) I’ll learn to love her
(In a way, go away) I’ll burn like firewood
Burn like firewood
Wasted time is an advent, an act of G-d,
if there’s a G-d to act
I’ve been standing on this cliff for so long
and my legs are getting weak
so, right or wrong, I’m jumping in
I’m jumping in
When I look up at the cross,
don’t see a savior, I see a boss
They wrote it down and I believe
to trust in them would be naïve
Another day crawls into bed,
so little done, so little said
If they would say that in a way
that would make me not want to go away
Off a page you read your part
Not on your own, not from your heart
Too much power for one book
You know that you’re just firewood
You’ll burn like firewood
You’re like firewood -
the best is saved for last,
it’s saved for you
You’ll burn like firewood
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9. |
Stoned Indifference
03:12
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Stoned Indifference
I was in a stoned indifference
Crazy with a pure ambivalence
I was in a stoned indifference now
All my little friends are confident
They don’t even breathe on accident
Hey, they’ll probably all be President some day
But I am not their kind
When I try to make up my mind
Well, it all becomes so blurred
With all these little things to decide
It all becomes so blurred
Hey, when I get into a car
I can’t decide where to go or if it’s too far
It takes an hour just to choose
which candy bar I want
I can’t decide what to name my band
Or what to do when I’m in a foreign land
I’m telling you cuz I thought
you might understand me
Yes, I’m that kind
I just can’t make up my stupid mind
Because it all becomes so blurred
With all these little things to decide
It all becomes so blurred
I could let you lie down next to me
Whisper back the words that you said to me
Flatly deny verbal sodomy
Are you gonna be there when I die
To help me to make up my stupid mind
To be buried or cremated, I can’t decide
I was in a stoned indifference
I was in a stoned indifference now
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10. |
Second Virginity
03:28
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Second Virginity
You are in my heart
I know this time
Something new for you
I think this crime
It is incomplete
When can I repeat?
More fell in your words
I’m left behind
If you are unhurt
then make the climb
It is quite a feat
But you are incomplete
Now I’ll be a real good boy, G-d
Why do you where?
If you are a real good G-d
Where do you when?
When you take apart
I notice time
And now just for you
I speak in rhymes
Not that I don’t need
But you are incomplete
Hey, you never took this long, G-d
Why do you where?
Now I nominate
myself
I get on
Why do you where?
Why do you where?
Why do you where?
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11. |
Pupil
04:58
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Pupil
Life isn’t fair
I’m aware
I can deal with it
I lied to you
that’s the truth
I can deal with it
Where did you go?
what did you do?
and were you alone?
I looked for you
and you weren’t
at home
When you screamed
I never felt so understood
You’ll be ok
The love of G-d will guide your ass
Cannot teach me now
Cannot teach me now
Cannot teach me now
I walk with you
I’m not following my shoe
It’s not on accident
I know what I want
But have no intent
I want you
to pray for me
while I’m asleep
I will learn
To not be such a
selfish prick
Cannot teach me now
Cannot reach me now
Cannot teach me now
Cannot reach me now
Do not wonder how
Cannot teach me now
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12. |
Fountain of Youth
03:46
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Fountain Of Youth (words: A. Poochigian, music: A. Poochigian &
J. Panic)
Met a girl in a restaurant wearing Spandex
She looked good, so I put her to my test
I ordered a six-inch pizza
I said “I’m glad to meetcha”
Don’t want to grow up to be like my dad
Telling the kids to shut up, always mad
I hope I find my fountain of youth
I want to stay in the City Of Truth
I hope I find my fountain of youth
I want to stay in the City Of Truth
I’ve walked my life’s endless miles
I’m sick of my life’s endless trials
My future’s dim and my wallet’s empty
I aint a sin but my life has plenty
I don’t care what you all say
I’m gonna tell you anyway:
I hope I find my fountain of youth
I want to stay in the City Of Truth
I hope I find my fountain of youth
I want to stay in the City Of Truth
Don’t want to grow up to be like my dad
Telling the kids to shut up, always sad
I hope I find my fountain of youth
I want to stay in the City Of Truth
I hope I find my fountain of youth
I want to stay in the City Of Truth
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13. |
In Protest
02:16
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In Protest
You were always there
In her warm and shiny hair
You can shake the teeth
Now you run away from me
Tom goes lonely
Tom goes social, inevitably
Forget about why he tampons the fear from your hole
He will die
knowing it was impossible
He will die
knowing it wasn’t possible -
you were mine
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14. |
Ripe Grape
02:01
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Ripe Grape (words: anonymous Greek poet, circa 500 AD & J. Panic,
music: J. Panic)
Green grape, and you refused me.
Ripe grape, and you sent me packing.
Must you deny me a bite of your raisin?
There wasn’t a time I knelt there
in fields of vines so pure.
There isn’t a happy feeling I can’t cure.
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15. |
Womenopause
03:46
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Womenopause
You are in your time
Something new for now
You are in your time
Something new for now and ever
Said you never would
You are in your tower
Growing older by the hour
Your possessions not complete
without a little flower
Then you look for the Midol,
isn’t in your drawer
Then you look for the Midol there
but you don’t know what for
Did I waste your time?
Did I waste your time?
These reflections not absurd
Am I wasting time?
There are tiny twists
up and down your wrists
When they find you, well, don’t resist
Accept their tiny twists
Then you look for the Midol,
it’s second nature
You don’t need any children,
you can look in the mirror
You will bleed no more
You will bleed no more
Baby Jesus will settle the score for you
and you will bleed no more
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16. |
Save Your Breath
03:20
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Save Your Breath
Come in, sit down and have a smoke -
the stars are out.
Don’t call it good to be alive -
just call it true.
Breathe in your breath,
it’s only wrong if it’s the last one.
There’s nothing best,
there’s only better than last time.
I bleed for blood,
I see for sight,
I keep it up.
The farce is meant to motivate
the stars to glow.
Breathe in your breath,
it’s only wrong if it’s the last one.
There’s nothing best,
there’s only better than last time.
I’ll breathe you in,
I’ll make you cum,
I’ll cure your doubt.
The common goal is realized:
the stars are out!
Breathe in your breath,
It’s only wrong if it’s the last one.
There’s nothing best,
there’s only better.
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Dreams Are Hard To Follow
And now I know that dreams are hard
to follow.
And if you go away from me,
sister,
what else can you not stand
to swallow?
I need your ass, shit and all,
I need to
climb inside for a while
just to
be with you somewhere new,
oh my g-d,
my dreams have always come from
this one spot
Come on, you now,
Brighter than love
Can’t even consider this
a line to cross
In a cold month like this one
we are all obliged to burn
in the heat of some myth
that we all had to learn
May we all continue to burn
May we all continue to burn
May we all continue on
I’ve got my memories, so I hate you
I’ve got my memories, so I hate you
Come on, you know,
Brighter than love
Can’t even consider this
a line to cross
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18. |
Gone
03:41
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Gone
I don’t want your babies to be born in the dark
So I don’t want your babies to be born
All your children, they’re climbing on to me
But I don’t want your children to be born
But she said “Wait, now, just hold on!
We’re only here until we’re gone,
like all you ever wanted.”
I don’t want your babies to be born into this -
the fear, the pain, the soul-eating worms
All your children, they’re waiting to be born
But I don’t want your children to be gone
But she said “Wait, it must go on!
Someday we’ll be of another kind,
like all you ever wanted
when you tried to get close to me
and I to you.”
Then I saw that her words were fair,
that’s another burden that we can share
Let the raven fall apart
Then I saw it and marked it well,
that’s another heavenly night in Hell
Let the raven come again
Dreams make my life move way too slow,
I’m always leaving but I never
go
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19. |
That Parade
03:50
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That Parade
I was older in my grave -
pound the dirt that freedom stained
Sleep was getting me used to
the idea of waking up renewed
Wasn’t there today,
maybe when I prayed
Wasn’t there today,
maybe when I prayed
When they brought her down to me,
stripped her naked, violently,
even in her skin she stayed clothed
Never to be stained
until she’s in the grave
Never to be shamed
until she’s in the grave
So, if you build a float or two
and march it through the path I strayed
Up and down all day
Up and down all day
Maybe that parade
would make me want to stay
Maybe that parade
would make me want to stay
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20. |
Brain Slide (Craniology)
04:51
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Brain Slide (Craniology)
I guess your name,
you show your face
I walk a dead mile,
run in place
My hands are chains,
chained to my eyes
Helmet around my brain
but it still slides -
Craniology
Keep all my thoughts
inside this dome
It gives my blood
and dreams a home
This thick shell
protects vision field
Cracks like an egg
on a window shield -
Craniology
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21. |
The Masculine Angel
03:50
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The Masculine Angel
I’ve been waiting, been waiting so long
Just to tell you, to tell you I’m wrong
I’m a masculine angel, I’ve found
I ain’t wearing no white lacey gown
In the light you can see I’m not your kind
In the light you can see I’m not your kind
Playing the harp is too effeminate
Don’t want no part of that pansy bullshit
I’m not a heathen, let it be known
I’ve just got too much testosterone
In the light you can see I’m not your kind
But you can’t see my firm behind
Cuz how do I know that you’re really bleeding?
How do I know that you’re really bleeding?
How do I know that you’re really not leading me on?
Don’t want no sissy wings to unfurl
Just cuz I’m dead doesn’t mean I’m a girl
I’m a masculine angel, please G-d
Don’t make me into something I’m not
Hey, you can read about it in Job
G-d was the biggest homophobe
He said: “How do I know that you’re really bleeding?
How do I know that you’re really bleeding?
How do I know that you’re really not leading me on?”
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22. |
Come in From The Cold
02:19
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Come In From The Cold
Come in from the cold
Come into our unmade bed
You know it’s not that bad
If you can hold your breath that long
Come in from the dress
You can make your body smile
You know it’s not that bad
and love is just a downward spiral
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Dancing On The Graves Of Those We Loved
Can a lonely evening
carry with its heart
a sense of peace?
I’m not dealing with angry
in separate parts -
Just give it to me
And I don’t need another chance
We’re just dancing on the graves of those we loved
We’re just dancing on the graves of those we loved
We’re just dancing on the graves of those we loved
{additional extended version lyrics:}
It’s no easy surrender
The parking lot is a lot like you
Nobody stays very long
cuz their hearts are just waiting to do
what they’re meant to do -
To be moved
And so, it should come as no surprise
that you’re not the girl I knew the other night
No, you’re not the one
who kissed and held me tight
And though the molds are not our own
into which we’re shoved,
neither are the graves of those we loved
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24. |
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Me + Another Baby Panther
I eat you in the trees
You’re whistling through the leaves
My tongue in you
But heaven doesn’t care
To us, it isn’t there
We’re blinded by food
Now that I know what you’ve been through
Now that I know what you’ve been through
Now that I know what you’ve been through
Don’t fuck it up, I gift wrapped you
When our brains become
Intelligent and one
I’ll leave you behind
Cuz Noah wanted two
With you, he’d have to lose
You’re one of a kind
Your company is freed
Heaven doesn’t need bathtubs or you
Bathtubs or you
Seven and one, he needed three
Seven and one, he needed three
Seven and one, he needed three
Another baby panther and me
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25. |
Cardinal Virtues
04:46
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Cardinal Virtues
Some live undone,
that’s the way Cardinal meant them to be
You’re beautiful,
that’s my eyes’ interpretation
What if they are wrong?
You want to play with me,
don’t want to play with no one else
Life, holy thrill
Always done before you realize it’s begun
Time fits the crime, all in one
A diamond doesn’t crack, a diamond rolls
You want to play with me,
don’t want to play with no one else
You want to play with me,
don’t want to play with no one else
Some die unsung,
that’s my fate
The way Cardinal dreamt me to be
You’re beautiful,
that’s my eyes’ interpretation
What if they are wrong?
You want to play with me,
don’t want to play with no one else
You want to play with me,
don’t want to play with no one else
You want to play with me,
don’t want to play with no one else
Cannot live much longer now,
all races run, the sun burnt out
Cardinal life, you touch no one
You live undone, all you know
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26. |
(Born Into) Cynosure
04:32
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(Born Into) Cynosure
It was hot, it felt right
for the feeling to come
The sun looks for victims
and he knows that he’s one
He’s been running so long,
felt the tracks and he’s gone
He’s been breathing so long,
he’s been breathing the day
Little girl, painted white,
she looks down at her feet
Thinking where they might take her
and who they might meet
She’s been waking up bored,
drinks the night as it’s poured
She’s been making him bored,
she’s got nothing to say
Oh California!
Here I come for the dance
straight from seventeenth street
Now this is something I can’t understand
but I’d love to,
I’d love to be born into cynosure
Born into cynosure
He’s alive, G-d knows why,
and he feathers his hair
She is like a balloon
in a coffin somewhere
Dust settles on lovers like it settles on shelves
We gravitate toward solitude
because we know that
we all end up by ourselves
All alone
Buried in a skeletons’ home
I’ve been breathing since day one
and it seems like today…
Oh California!
Now this is something that I understand
Be good to me,
I’ve just been born into cynosure
Born into cynosure
Every face in the world
looks at me and doesn’t say a word
Every face in the world looks at me
and smiles
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27. |
Co-op Tune
03:59
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Co-op Tune (words: J. Panic, music: J. Panic/J. Lunak)
I left your presents next to the valley
of your home
I know you needed something of value
you could hold
I felt the ghost fuck
of your broken figurine
Slumped in a folding chair
with her swollen ankle dreams
And I, I like your home
I like the hole in your home
I, I like your home
and the hole in your home
Life is no good ride
I know you needed something of value
you could hold
I left your presents next to the valley
of your home
I, I like your home
I like the hole in your home
Babe, I’ll let it slide
I know you tried to be good,
but life is no good ride
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28. |
Litany
04:11
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Litany
It’s started, everyone be there
It’s summer but, if you don’t care,
You can pretend it’s winter or fall
We don’t need a cynic to spoil it all
We don’t need a cynic to spoil it all
Jesus is murdered in liquid
Baptized, he leaves his disciples
He leaves his disciples to suck on their straws
To point out his wisdom, to cover his flaws
To get drunk and write down what they saw
Heaven and all its canned mythology
The angels, the devils and the saints
Fables for children, filled with magic and suspense
The struggle: good versus bad
If death didn’t exist, then neither would religion
We use our faith to make death seem pretty
The sermon becomes overrated
It’s litany, it’s litany we can’t trust
Like: “Christ, our Lord, have mercy on us
Christ, our Lord, have mercy on us
Christ, our Lord, have mercy on us”
The stories of the bible are about as believable as Pinocchio
The church changes translation from literal to abstract
As science proves the stories wrong one by
One day, we’ll see that everyone is G-d
And there is no ordained right or wrong
We won’t know who was really swallowed by a whale
Jonah, Geppetto, or both
And I’ve heard they’ve got machines that tear you up
But I’m not scared
I’m not scared of You
I’m not scared
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29. |
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Tina Turner (The Devil Is Sorry)
Tina Turner as victim,
as wrist-binding lover
Don’t suffer,
but don’t leave me
No canon
A blessing,
I’m guessing
I will tampon the fear from your hole
The devil is sorry
He hurt you too soon
The devil is sorry
He hurt you too soon
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30. |
Snellgrove Sucks
02:52
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Snellgrove Sucks
You ask me “why does Snellgrove suck?”
He’s not the guy who gives a fuck
but, more than that, he’s not the man
who let us breathe, who took a stand
So what does meaningless imply?
Is it evil? Is it why
mothers hide their children’s eyes
and let the TV’s bring more lies?
You ask me “why does Snellgrove suck?”
It’s just because his morals stuck
You gotta see he’s not a man
He closed our eyes and stopped the band
Snellgrove, The Captain
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31. |
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Death Of My ‘Significant Other’ (By G-d)
I was kissing you by the river so wide
and this giant bomb went off
Sent my dick, screaming, into the water
A better man would have dived in to save him
but I just held your hand and we watched him drown
I watched him drown, now I call myself murderer
But you don’t blame me,
you know it was either him or you
No, you don’t blame me because you know it was either him or you
You are there, by G-d
You’ve been mistaken for someone
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32. |
Forever
03:23
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Forever
You who are there, boy, forever
and don’t even need a reason
I’d leave you a river to follow
if I didn’t think you’d drown me some day
Thank you for sharing your body
and I did not mean that to sound dirty
To lift up her legs and be quiet
or don’t even need to be quiet
I know your words, they are stronger than you
and though your words, they are stronger than you,
I would prefer that you offer me truth
There is no cure but there’s needles
in lonely monotonous treason
For the sake of a love divided
For the sake of a body that’s dying
I know my death it is bigger than me
And though my death, it was born to be free,
I would prefer that it give when I need
You who are in this, forever
and need no religion or comfort
I hope you can leave me and never
look back on this crease in your life
Look back on the folds of your life
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33. |
Sample and Hold
04:31
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Sample And Hold (music & lyrics: N. Young)
I need a unit to sample and hold
But not the angry one
A new design, new design
I need a unit to sample and hold
But not the lonely one
A new design, new design
I need a unit to sample and hold
But not the lonely one
A new design, new design
Sample and hold
We'll send it out right away
Satisfaction guaranteed
Please specify
The color of skin and eye
We know you'll be happy
Don't hesitate to give us a call
We know you'll be satisfied
When you energize
And see your unit come alive
We know you'll be happy
I need a unit to sample and hold
But not the lonely one,
lonely one, lonely one
Perfection in every detail
Fabricated from the curl of the hair
To the tip of the nail
Because our units never fail
We know you'll be happy
I need a unit to sample and hold
Don't hesitate to give us a call
We know you'll be satisfied
When you energize
And see your unit come alive
We know you'll be happy
We know you'll be happy
We know you'll be happy
I need a unit to sample and hold
But not the jealous one
A new design, new design
I need a unit to sample and hold
But not the angry one
A new design, new design
Perfection in every detail
Sample and hold
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34. |
Birthday Present
03:57
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Birthday Present
Give up, calm down
Remember that
It’s whatever you want
in any order
I notice he, notice me
Give up, calm down
Whatever you want it to be
G-d gave you atrophy
Remember that
Give up, calm down
I’m still mad at Adam & Eve
We could have lived forever
We should have been free
G-d gave you decay,
it ain’t even your birthday
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35. |
Get Up
02:54
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Get Up (words: J. Panic, music: J. Panic, J. DeMars)
I remember before and after
Coming through rooms filled with laughter
And nothing was all my own
And something could take my home
No one attempted to
keep me back or hold me in
or get up
I remember before and after
Coming through rooms filled with laughter
And nothing was all my own
And something could take my home
No one attempted to
Hold me back or keep me in
or get up
It was hard
It was acting
It was hard to be scared of her
We know that space is not allowed
What I do won’t make the world proud
But it’s hard
And it’s acting
Words fall from mouth and cylinder
It searches out the good in her head
No one wants to believe in
what they know is true
or get up
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36. |
Pin Coffin
04:21
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Pin Coffin
Don’t you trust me?
I’ve been there so long just to take it away
Don’t you take me
where wondering eyes often go when they dream:
to the end
Where they dream to the end
A real pin coffin
Pin coffin
No more sad hands,
we’ve found better ways to kill or be killed
Brand new weapons
It’s not the weapons that scare me, it’s who uses them
to the edge
Uses them to the edge
Don’t you feel me?
I’m under your skin, yeah, I’m into your bread
Don’t you wake me,
my wondering time is the only thing real,
it’s my edge
It’s real, it’s my edge
I better start walkin’
A real pin coffin
Sometimes I get down but you got no time to hear me
And I want you to stick around cuz either way you will be with me
My place is s hole, it’s guts about to swallow
It knows me very well and thinks that I may follow
Coffins come in a variety of colors,
it doesn’t matter now for dead sisters and brothers
Sometimes I get down but you got no time to hear it
I see your face and how it burns with beauty and I fear it
It won’t take me this way,
I need to bury myself in reason
Make it go away
until decay is out of season
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37. |
Spin The Awful
03:29
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Spin The Awful
I’m tired of seeing you,
I want you to go home
Pedals are petals, are we?
And break my selfish bones
When everything that I’ve got
doesn’t shine, it just reflects
on everything that I want
and I’ve come to expect better
All good people bleed,
you’re not a god, you’re just like me
You’re doing what you’re told
and you’re told
to guide the water
to guide the water from the well
All that life will ever be sinks
All that violence comes and goes and grows
All the water falls in rain,
it doesn’t feel the pain,
the reason men hide indoors
Cuz all the pain doesn’t wash away,
but at least it’s yours
When everything that I’ve got
doesn’t shine it just reflects
Everything that I’m not
and I’ve learned to accept nothing
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38. |
Recipes
02:19
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Recipes1
Hey, crazy ‘bout that kind of love
that builds you up
but really puts you down
I’ve got a new ingredient
It’s heaven sent
Your milk and bones thrown in
And every kind of sin you know
There was no G-d to find
There was no G-d to find
So I fell in love with girls and recipes
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39. |
There Is A Tool
03:57
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There Is A Tool
I know the truth,
there is no conversation
There is no youth
There’s only hesitation
before you die
and become something safer
I can’t go
“why?”
I‘ve got a lie to pay for
There is a tool
A tool that works inside of you
and makes you drool
A bleeding girl, contagious
I hope that she
never loved or cared about
anyone but me
I hope that I’m her everything
Something is wrong
There’s but one explanation:
Your death is strong
and there’s no vaccination
I knew a girl,
her life was lighting candles
in a dead room
Naked, except for sandles
She often said:
“I like you to talk to me
while we’re in bed
It doesn’t matter what you say”
Something is wrong for the Other
Something is wrong with the climb
Something is wrong but don’t bother
We don’t have the tools or the time
There is a tool,
sometimes it is a weapon
What is it to you?
Perhaps an old confession?
I know a place
It isn’t far from here
It’s your kind of place
because there are no soldiers
Just people in space
and orgies every Friday
And we can go
but if we do we’ll have to stay
Something is wrong with your surgeon
Something is wrong with his tie
Something is wrong, that’s the reason
We all must lay down and die
I know the truth,
There is no conversation
There is no youth
There’s only hesitation
If heaven exists,
we should just go right away
But if this is it,
then I’d like to stay with you a while
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40. |
All Girls
04:39
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All Girls
All girls are kind of pretty
All girls are good to grow
You want your soul around me but
how do I get you alone?
How do I get you alone?
I would not leave you for long
Something for doing when nothing is fun
I would not leave you today
How can I?
Lucky enough you were gone
When Kaye brought the cups over
Filled them with nog
The virgin, she went all the way
How could she?
There was a soldier weeping
He lost in place in line
He had to leave his conscience behind
There is nothing but good
In war, there is everything good
I would not kill you for long
Something would tell me to keep it undone
And I’d wonder if you were alive
While in school
I didn’t care when I shot
If the gun was backwards or not
I didn’t think of her life
It’s always backwards and alright
The gun is backwards tonight
All girls are kind of pretty
All girls are good to know
You want your soul around me but
How do I get you alone?
In the nude
In the dark
With no obvious hole in your heart
Oh, how do I get you alone?
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41. |
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Based on...(etc.)
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42. |
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|
Fuck The Inconceivable (Everybody Wants
To Die Happy)
I’m ashamed for you,
I’m so ashamed for me
How could you?
How could I help you?
We just suffer on,
we accept a rule
We don’t care,
we know it doesn’t make it true
Everybody wants to die happy
with an arrow sticking in their heart
Everybody wants to die happy
and you’re really shaking up their start
I don’t suffer, Lord,
the way you did for me,
but we’ve all been crucified
to some degree
I know I am in debt
I owe this all to You
You died so that
I could die too
Everybody wants to die happy
with a needle sticking in their arm
Everybody wants to die happy
and You’re only delaying their harm
Everybody wants to die happy
So they tell themselves that they’re not
If everybody was to die happy
we would need no cemetery plots
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43. |
Happy Medium
02:54
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Happy Medium
When there is no school, there are no tests
So, no one’s labeled the brightest or the best
There’s just things that seem right and things that don’t
When there is no war, there is no Hell
So, no one dies for the products that we sell
There’s just things that are worth fighting for and things that aren’t
A happy medium can’t be found
between birth and death, between life and sound
When you’re young enough to still believe in fairy tales
but old enough to pretend that you don’t
When there is no G-d, there is no sin
So, everyone looks for salvation within
There’s just things that feel good and things that feel even better
There’s just things that feel good,
and things that feel even better
No happy medium
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44. |
The Sad & The Stupid
04:26
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The Sad & The Stupid
The sad and the stupid wake up in the night
Some devils in their minds tell them things aren’t alright
The sad and the stupid weren’t meant to be nice
Cuz everything they ask for, G-d answers “no dice”
I get to the point where everything makes me cry
And I feel so sad, the whole world is rusted and dry
Then I get to the point where I just can’t understand
And I feel so stupid, but maybe that’s not so bad
The sad and the stupid don’t feel alone
They just get jobs washing dishes
or, occasionally, fixing mobile phones
I don’t want to be happy cuz happiness isn’t truth
Find truth in the Yellow Pages, bury me in a phone booth
I don’t want to know how society should be run
Cuz then I’d be forced to sit down and tell everyone
Now my lover is so glum,
she’s got tears in her eyes
Perpetual tears
won’t subside and never dry
I’ve got dummies for friends,
we talk of rules that we can’t bend
and all of the people with ideas
that we can’t comprehend
We’re not dead, we are friends
In the end, we are dead friends
I love my freedom,
or whatever I’m supposed to say,
but I know the sad and the stupid don’t die,
they just melt away
Now I see drowning as a new
and simpler way to breathe
I hate to hear people say
that air is what they need
What they need,
I don’t know
what they need, I don’t know
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45. |
Nuke In Fridge
03:18
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Nuke In Fridge
We’d like the mornings to explode
Head back down evolution road
If there’s a moon that shines in space
Then there’s no time and there’s no place
I know you’d like to be
Just like you were with me
I know you’d hate to see
A harvesting of green and white
We’d like to get there on our own
Carve little baskets out of bone
Cuz there’s a nuke stuffed in the fridge
Along with all our wives and kids
I know you’d hate to be
Alone just you and me
I know you’d hate to see
How comfortable you’d be
at night
Conversely, I’m ashamed
Accomplices are named
as G-d and Jesus Christ
and everything that’s right
and good
Nuke in fridge
Puke and binge
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46. |
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Jesus-Christ-Fucka-Sucka-Mobile
These are crazy times
These times are crazy
|
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47. |
Satan Star
03:56
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Satan Star
Who you really are
You’re a satan star
Be aware by who
Be aware of who you are
And who you are
Like we said before
Start a safer was
If the devil can’t have you
Your soul will have to do for now
It’ll do for now
Then you come along, saying:
“Na na na na, na na na na na”
Then he comes in and it’s:
“Na na na na, I’m in love!”
That’s shit
Fire Door
Keep Closed
Burn Alive
You’re right over me
Sea to boiling sea
It’s easy to become
What you think of as dumb
You are
It’s who you are
It’s why you fall
Then you come along saying:
“na na na na”, you felt Superman
In your satan star
It’s fucked for freedom
Fucked with freedom now
So if you’re still alive
You can tell the people
So they fucking know
Who you really are
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48. |
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|
The Moon And The Memories
I killed you and you killed me and this is what we said:
“I know the end is coming soon”.
So many times before that and so weary of the days
that you just had never lived
But what good is a moon in the sky?
What good?
What good is a moon in the sky?
I saw you choppin’ down a tree
and I saw you carryin’ a rifle
You always told me not to cheat
What good is a moon in the sky?
What good?
What good is a moon in the sky?
Will it stop the hate or make us understand?
Will it keep us from killing the land?
And will it give us more time when we are gonna die?
I ask you, what good is a moon in the sky?
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49. |
Space God/ Jen's 1.4
07:08
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Space God
Stars are bigger now
They take up 50% of our once vast universe
And cars take up the rest
We wonder which burns up gas the worst
Where will we all go when fuel is gone
And faucets drip decay will have to do
Unless we learn to ride the stars away:
Saddle up all the lights,
Ride them into a hole in time
Lights, saddle up all the lights!
Alone where we can breathe
Spit across galaxies, strapped into a pod
Flown through black until we realize
Space is our only god
Space is our only god
Jen's 1.4
(instrumental)
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50. |
3rd Grade
06:58
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|
Third Grade
I’ve been around, but I don’t talk too much
I’ve seen a lot and I don’t want to tell you my story
I’ve cut myself and I don’t want you to worry
I’ve pulled too hard and I just don’t want to tell you my story
My story
You want to touch the wall?
Go ahead and take it all, it’s not worth the…
It’s not worth the…
I’ve ran away, maybe just to keep me busy
I’ve seen the bed, but I never thought I’d have to sleep
To sleep
You’re not like anything
You’re not like anyone but me
Pull me in and touch me like a regret,
like a simple bending tool
Hold me in and let me play the fool
Time is an assault,
you use it like babies use their hands
Can’t keep it in sight
Can’t see my eyes,
but that’s alright with me
My eyes have seen enough
They’ve grown in size
or everything has shrunk
And it’s not right
that nobody reads my stories
or says goodnight
where it’s still and quiet
Can’t see my life
I know it exists, but not in the light
In the day every smile that counts
just withers away
It’s not right
nobody reads my stories or says goodnight
where it’s still and quiet all day
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51. |
Lonely For Lonely's Sake
03:47
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|||
|
Lonely For Lonely’s Sake
Let’s say you occupy
a place in time
A place in front of death,
a place behind
It’s like truth
is only for lonely’s sake
Let’s say you’re walkin’
and you don’t know where
You feel a slave to heaven,
just like dust in air
And truth is only for lonely’s sake
Let’s say you’re sorry
and let’s say you’re not,
Don’t change your mind
and pretend what you’ve got
is true
Let’s say you’re cryin’
and you don’t know why
and she’s the last reminder
of a world gone by:
of youth
And you’re lonely for lonely’s sake
Babe, I’d like to remember your face,
if only for lonely’s sake
Babe, I’d like to remember your face,
if only for lonely’s sake
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||||
52. |
The Intro
04:43
|
|||
|
The Intro
I can see your breath, it’s trailing off
to show its face in another place
I can see the way you pick your feet off
from the ground and twirl around
Don’t know what it means
Don’t know what it means
The intro
I can see your ways and you don’t think I can
It’s another lie so just try again
I can see the way you’re laughing to yourself
Don’t know what it means
Don’t know what it means
The intro
I can see everything that you say
The words get caught in the wind
and float right past my ear
I can see everything that you do
The way you cancel out my words
then lay down on your side
In the grass, in the spring, in the middle of nowhere
In the grass,
In the spring,
In the middle of nowhere
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53. |
Hate Yr Blues
02:19
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June Panic Vienna, Austria
June Panic is a singer-songwriter from Grand Forks, North Dakota, currently residing in Vienna, Austria.
Since 1990, he has
recorded 13 solo albums of indie pop/folk/punk songs in addition to records with the bands Free Jesse and June Panic's Wife.
June's 7th album, Glory Hole, was the first release of the indie label Secretly Canadian.
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