| South of Me
South of me
Or west I see
When I look on a map like that
I'll meet you somewhere in between
Where did it start? My magnet heart
We met in a liquid state
A place to drink in the dark
I'll be waiting for you now
I'll be waiting for forever
What's a few days of denial for me
I'm lookin' like anyone would be
South of me, how've you been?
I wish I touched the back of your knee
Up there on the balcony
Where did it start, magnet heart?
When we met in the liquid state
A place to drink in the dark
Are you waiting for me now
Are you waiting for forever
What's a few days of denial for me
Well I'm lookin' like anyone would be
I'll be waiting for you now
I'll be waiting for forever
What's a few days of denial
I'll be waiting for forever
I'll be waiting for you now
I'll be waiting for forever
What's a few days of denial for me
I'm lookin' like anyone would be
I'm lookin' like anyone would be
Just lookin'
I'm just lookin'
I'm just lookin'
Just lookin'
Anyone would be
Anyone would be
Through Yr Radio
We fought for an hour on the phone
I wish I was there with you, but no
This is where I said I would be
So we talk via links under the sea
Someone's coming through your radio
Latest forecast six inches of snow
Here it only gets to rain
Days all come and feel the same
But at night I sadden
And it starts to show
It starts to show
Long before I know
You tell me how
You worry now
But do you want that on my mind?
Well I guess you're being kind
And I'd worry too
About you
Someone's coming through your radio
Latest forecast six inches of snow
Here it only gets to rain
Days all come and feel the same
But at night I sadden
And it starts to show
It starts to show
Long before I know
You tell me how
You worry now
But do you want that on my mind?
Well I guess you're being kind
And I'd worry too
With you always in mind
As if that's something new
It'll work out in time
The way all these things do
Well our luck is blind and
That's alright too
Unshaven
I still got my ticket
From the empire state wicket
Where we took it up 110
It was four for observatory
You're lookin' straight down to gridlock
Corner story
Let's go uptown tomorrow
We'll do it again
Don't wake me up I was having a dream
I was running from the cops
Getting away clean
It was a little excitement
I needed a dose and
I think I came close
I came close
Am I alone in this feeling?
Am I alone in this feeling?
Am I alone in this feeling?
Unshaven
Of course I am
Unshaven
Of course
Well those are dry words
We should moisten 'em up
With a drink
Are those my words?
Are you listening to me think?
It was four for observatory
You're lookin' straight down to gridlock
Corner story
Let's go uptown tomorrow
We'll do it again
We'll do it again
We'll do it again
Am I alone in this feeling?
Am I alone in this feeling?
Am I alone in this feeling?
Unshaven
Of course I am
Unshaven
Of course
I am
Judy G.
Intro:
We're rollin'?
Well I used to write lists
I use...
Why don't I count 'em in dude?
I got a groove in my head, man
One, two, three... five
Well I used to write lists
I used to like this
What would I miss if I was gone?
I said, "don't steal my story"
And then I was sorry,
I feel bad when you do
Is that wrong?
And I don't know a jazz chord
Or write like I'm lovelorn
There's so much in everything most times
At others you feel trapped
And too proud to act mad
Do they know what goes on
In your mind?
When every death sonnet
Has got your name on it
There's no Judy Garland
In her Easter bonnet
It's not like you wanted it
Here, less clear
Well he mailed a postcard
Sent from the same city
To her only permanent place
And it made her happy
And tired of self pity
Only lookin' for a place
Eyes follow her finger
Down the right column
To circle and then put away
Too far outta town
And no money down
Is still more than
I'm willing to pay
When every death sonnet
Has got your name on it
There's no Judy Garland
In her Easter bonnet
It's not like you wanted it
Here, less clear
I want you to know
That I'm right
I want you to know
That I'm right
Oh, I want you to know
That I'm right
Here, less clear
2"
Strip me down, lose my memories
Cleaned as a bone, wiped and plain
As me as you, bury the room
2" behind my eyes
Well cut it clear cut it all out
A state of siege I'm callin' for
I know what to do but I'm buried in the room
2" behind my eyes
And you will know
You will know
You will know
Well strip me down from the line
Lose my memory but it's alright
A state of siege
I'm callin' for you
I know what to do but I'm buried in the room
2" behind my eyes
And you will know
You will know
Go out to the darkest place you've been
When the wind comes up from the sea
Blows curtains and fades the scenery
Out to the darkest place you've been
And you will know
You will know
You will know
What I know
I'm Late
I'm late I hate this Super 8
I'd like to be at home
We could start from scratch
I'm not attached
Just lead me to the buffer zone
High on burning leaves
And the hot suburb breeze
There's a parking lot out back
By the ice machine and the putting green
I lost my room key
I can't get it back
I'm like a suped up harlot
On a downtown drag
I gotta say this view
Is not the best I've had
It's not the best I've had
Draining the pool in a heatwave
Is cruel
From up here on the second story
You take a picture
On this miracle mile
You could be anywhere in the
Country
It's sad but it's true
It's conglomerate goo
It's part-time low-fat money
Fake grass and take-out
You could be anywhere in the country
I'm like a suped up harlot
On a downtown drag
I gotta say this view is
It's not the best I've had
I'm like a suped up harlot
On a downtown drag
I gotta say this view
Is not the best I've had
The best I've had
But it's not that bad
It's not that bad
It's love-hate
Love-hate
It's love-hate
Old Perfume
I've been feeling sick all day
Wish I'd asked you to stay
'Cause I need a little takin' care of
Maybe you didn't know
That I didn't want you to go
But who do I say it to now, love
You're like an old perfume
That brings back memories
You're that forgotten tune I now recall
I've been wrongly turned away
You say you're meant for someone other
Than this contented pearl
Floating at the shoreline
In waters dark and cold under
The shadow of a girl
I wish I could have said
All that was in my head
Now darlin' you will never know
That I loved you so
Can't remember how I used to feel
Can't remember how it used to be
Don't delight(?) at all by myself
I don't need or want your help
I Repeat
I repeat this is a test
Will you know more when you know less
The underlining garment chest
The thing alone is shadowless
The thing alone is wonderment
It's powerless if we forget
Know the clouds the carry thoughts
The thing gets dropped gets carried on
We sleep on the floor like we did before
Just in the back door of another time
What do we need when greed
Is seeping out like that
I was cross
I was played
Never lost, mislaid
At the bottom is the rock
At the surface is the top
And though we barely talk it's freeing
We're not saying what we mean
Our art titillates the scene
But it's shy of what it's seeing
I see you there
I think I stare
I think I like what I'm seeing
And does it show, do you know
That you're what comes to mind when I'm leaving
I was cross
I was played
Never lost
Don't need help
Don't know me
Don't need help
I need
Too many breezes
And it blows away
A fallen leaf shouldn't hurt
My love can look you in the eye
Is it love if you have to try
Can't Get Off
Under lights
He sits and waits for something to come to him
From the heights
Or the hot place in hell he reserved
He won't try
It's there or it's not but a chance is slim
That it will drop, and hit the spot, and fall in
She watches the clock like a sickness
She'll blink and it's dark outside
Feels the time pass like the ultimate
Countdown to what
Can't get off on the openness of space
Can't step down from an escalated pace
Didn't get to see your face
But I like the way it sounded
I like the way you made it sound
The way you made it
Can't get off on the openness of space
Can't step down from an escalated pace
Didn't get to see your face
But I like the way it sounded
I like the way you made it sound
The way you made it sound
He's takin' it on
He's walkin' around
He's takin' it off
He's walkin'
Every Good Story
Ha ha ha...
How could I stay for another day
When I know you have long come and gone
What is there left here to do
I walk the block and window shop
I'm still singing that same old song
I used to sing with you
Everyone laughs to disguise they're down
Every good story has already gone around
How can you let that go on even now
How can you see that go by and look down
Driving along on a tire gone flat
The sun's beatin down a mirage
And you can't look back
Chicken
Bus fare, no luck
Are we there
Where the fuck are we?
Puerile, hapless
Going to a strapless party
Checkin' your toes for leaches
Checkin' your hair for lice
Blue sandals wide beaches
It's the heat that makes it
Feel so nice
You got it all over your fingers
I wanna park it with the
Blue rinse midway swingers
Playing under the tent at the point
At the end with the chips that you get
That you haven't bet
I'm not ready for it yet
The night is a wave of the day
Makin' way for romance
Lathered in cream at the scene
Of a perfect light
Checkin your toes for leaches
Checkin your hair for lice
Blue sandals, wide beaches
It's the heat the makes
It feel so nice
You got it all over your fingers
I wanna park it with the
Blue rinse midway swingers
Playing under the tent at the point
And the end with the chips that you get
For a free chicken dinner bet
I'm not ready for it yet
I'm not ready for it yet
You got it all over your fingers
I wanna pack it with the
Blue rinse midway swingers
Playing under the tent at the point
And the end with the chips that they get
For a free chicken dinner bet
I'm not ready for it yet
I'm not ready for it yet
I'm not ready for it
I'm not ready for it
I'm not ready for it yet
Tom's Shoe Repair
Up the dark back stairs in the smell of glue from the
shoe repairs
Feeling the way up to the smokestack apartment
Where you live and I stay
I've only got a half an hour here, I'll tell you so
you know
I was across the street in the record shop
When I heard I had to go
Alone, with the way that I'm feelin' it so
Realising that it's over
What are you saving it for?
Batteries, ill at ease, you're counting sheep
backwards
Now they're dying out, slow to fade
Lyin down here listening to the orcas
And resemblances of waves
Inland on this island of history, Mr. Bean, biscuits
And cemeteries
And watchin' the shopkeepers watchin' their shops
'Cause they're the only ones that ever talk to me
When the lines start drifting apart
Realising that it's hard
What are you saving it for
When lines come hard
Alone, and the lines start drifting apart
Realising that it's hard
What are you saving it for
When the lines come hard
You know with the way that I'm feelin' it so
You know with the way that I'm feelin' it so
You know when lines start ripping apart
You'd be lyin if you said that it's not hard
What are you settling for
When the lines come hard
You know
Don't know
Goin' Out
One, two, three
One, two, three
When the days close on the memories you've acquired
And your body cannot hold your soul's fire
You are here and not alone everybody has come home
There's a bed made up upstairs if you get tired
All the heaviness around you will get light
And your worry lifted up into the night
Left with nothin' but pure love
Wrapped in all we are made of
Can I stay around awhile, is that alright
Oh, our lives don't end
Goin' out to be brought back again
Oh, our lives don't end
When the days close on the memories you've acquired
And your body cannot hold a soul inspired
You are here and not alone everybody has come home
There's a bed made up upstairs if you get tired
Oh, lives don't end
We're goin' out to be brought back again
Oh, our lives don't end
hidden track
(Rumored to be written and sung by Sticky)
I caught you sliding into red neck heaven
An open 2-4 on the road
You're sister's angry and she just turned 11
But you know, oh
I'm the one that made you go ...huh!...
You're workin' hard to find a tough man baby
You better tell me what you know
Across the bar there is a big lug ugly
And you know he's got
Eight guitars and a broken nose
Eight guitars and a broken nose
He's got a jacket made of horsehide leather
His dirty pants are hangin' low
You want to throw him down and give him ultimatums
Now he'll be your sugar daddy
With his eight guitars and a broken nose
Eight guitars and a broken nose
Eight guitars and a broken nose
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