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from "time to build a new fence"
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adjective
noun the pieces all seem so simple... til you put it all together... you know what i'm saying... feels like ewe due... gnu we spoke the same language... oh baby... |
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interpretation its what gets me off... sets me up for the punchline... its right in your face... we all have our own... don't think you can use mine... go ahead and try but it just might erase you... |
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song
from a backpack |
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beanpole
(rock'n'roll) she is tied to my heart... got complete control... i know its got to end... oh, her stop and starts... but we still pretend... |
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god's
gift to cnn its quite a load... got the whole wide world in his hands... not much fun... have another drink... just watch the carpet, hey... |
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song
by the seashore candelabra glow on steinway satin... gentled chords sail on gulls... and waves ride the keys... |
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spectacular plum blossom breeze... and sweet reeds.. but... i want to know... what you want me to be... |
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der
flinger aural zentropa... what is your name... my mind's been bent to new modulations... how's it going with you... |
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up the
pantsleeves never know what you may find there... it could be historic... or maybe just half-baked... its all the way it's played... there it goes again... |
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place
without snow sounds like down home... sun shines all day long... i become inspired by a song... this place i belong... only shows in my dreams at night... |
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this
is the way i subtract careful not to say aloud... you're beautiful... staying around just to witness time... such confusion... illusions so inspired... its not me... |
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back
to sleep country if the light of the moon is right... i can turn off my headlights... and go there in my dreams... til it all just runs down... |
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object
foreign don't close your eyes... or it will get inside... all these cries in the night... they want answers... |
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a
fistfight on the bus oh, of course they sit right behind us... don't look behind you... just keep your ticket in your fist... the bus is stopping... |
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scotch
hop pitched stone... made my three... not a reel or a jig... but a transotic flight to moor and heather... can taste the bogs in that malt... |
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she-bomb now i'm making up my mind... i still find my feelings all intertwined... couldn't say it better with a henry miller reader... |
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mad
science just a bit of this... a dash of that... shake it well... now lets see what happens when we add some of this... stand back... its about to... |
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curiously
strong no hood, no cape, nor utility belt... just a natural disguise... such passions ignite... no matter how slight... please don't let me die... |
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run
away and you want her... she leads you there... don't go... she's playing you... run, there's danger in the air, its everywhere... |
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part
one in the rain just won't get out of my head... you are a refrain going round and round again... crashing... spilling down, running over... |
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part
two in the rain please don't look at me... you never have a thing to say when i need you to... i want to hate you... but i know too well... it's just anger bleeding through... |
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part
three in the rain made my peace... found the calm in the storm... and the melancholy will run down and away... like the drops on the pane... |
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for
beauty, baby, home if you want to go ahead and let it fall... i'll be there to catch it... you're the one, baby... think i can stick around... sounds like fun to me... |
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from "more cheers and chants"
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caution:
filled with lava don't call me an asshole... that's for me to say... teach you to fly like a rapid drug... high on luck... it's easy to not give a fuck... a falsetto fuck that is... |
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i'm
with girl batteries included... action figures sold separately... the cattle will never be lost... while chewing the cud of this track... |
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racing
the buses |
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a cup
of whiskey another rousing drinking song in the spirit of saint douglas... just give me whiskey and i'm not alone... |
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the
nite together casio grooves adorn this bittersweet melody... of wanting... of groping... of desperate pleading... oh please... |
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song
of yonder see that sheep over there... in the distance... pour me another pint whilst i build up my confidence... for i would like to meet her... |
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full
of moon (#1) think supergroups... asia, europe, supertramp, etc... this sounds nothing like those bands... in fact, didn't know that little guy in the little boat in my toilet could play the telecaster... |
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sleep
country god save the queen... the pa system burned up... so everything's coming through the marshall stack... set to eleven... |
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cherry
flavored cola and some bbq chips when your mouth is covered by the orange on your lips... get your straw and saddle up... |
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517 (todd'll
need a bottle) todd on this one... the candle wax drips when it's on the velvet... is this an ode to todd? |
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i'll
kill myself first there's a lot of electricity around me... did the resident's move to the great northwest... if not, they should... |
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old-fashioned
toilet flush take six... keith and ron open up this fresh pop number... and i'm feeling something... something to do with the fact that i got nothing but you... |
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solid
milk chocolate commemorative piece nylon string (classical) guitars have wider necks... sting's guitar player will be jealous of this ditty... |
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neighborhood
watch take the drum beat from love stinks and blend pretty woman... just a pinch of the butthole surfers... and you have this voodoo gumbo... |
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one
fine daydream sunshine's down... i could use a thirst quencher... time runs out at the end of the century... and a daydream works just fine... great bridge in this gem... |
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happy
(and you know it) clap your fucking hands... i thought you said you knew it... she drinks the wine... and lies back down... smiles at the same time... |
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dot dot
dot rattlesnake percussion genius... extremely inventive accents... message machine found sound... leaving iowa... i think... |
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this
boat is rocked who is whining in the background... some restrained childhood beauty pageant starlet... better cook up that mapo... |
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wraparound change is always good... except when this track changes to another... whack a mole kids toys adorn the backing tracks... |
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turbo
free clever thief movie soundtrack... when the heist is going well... before the alarm sounds... those crazy thieves... |
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full of
moon (#2) had the beatles taken real drugs... perhaps, they would be copping this spin around your ears... |
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when
the sea drags you into the sunset dune buggy devil rock... what's his name from white zombie seems like karen carpenter compared to this lo-fi and disturbing piece... i'll skip the joint this round... |
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song
for dessert when you play the tape back... it will be all okay and all over again... huh... that's amore... get me a halls coughdrop and i'll be fine... |
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punt making a phone call in a wind storm... the line is busy... you are at the end of your rope... the caffeine kicks in... |
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milk
expires tonight beatbox courtesy of casio... the sirens make it obvious... the neighbors are complaining... she ain't comin' back... |
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stomp
around in a circle |
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sister
shoplifter sk-1 provides the backbeat... this is a classic call and response pop format... twisted into novelty... you dress so cool... |
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song
in a mirror ingenious backwards instrumental of the previous... companion lyrics... run that old 16 mm projector in reverse... i think i got the feeling, but i just don't know... |
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the
importance of trivia living through a storm in toontown... wine bottles full... tom waits on the close and play... |
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fist-size
muscle there's a band playing in my toilet bowl... how beautifully trivial... casual speed... narrowing... the echo of my stare leaves me guilty... |
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part
of the fire ecstatic expression during an organ interlude at a pro hockey game... morphing into bauhaus... |
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the
good beat dick dale meets looper... i like the way it feels when it rhymes... it can't be wrong... it feels so groovy... |
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gimme
style hippies sitting around a campfire... singing through a plethora of boss flanger pedals... what's the word... |
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blood
from a clown stare into the fire long enough to burn away my peripheral vision... she's off in the woods kissing something else... mary jane... |
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gravy
heart minimalist sousaphone rendition of zepplin... no one deserves to miss this thang... |
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song
without evil theme from an underground cable access western... |
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only if
it rhymes in the scheme of things... it's all just words... if you ain't now... you ain't never were... i don't get caught... i don't sing songs that interrupt cash flow... |
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choose
your own adventure my bloody valentine meets the residents... open your huge head full of eyeball... and soak in the rays... |
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rug
like a lie boundary waters beatbox frenzied electro folk... pour me another moonshine kool aid... |
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no room
for space chugging down the tracks of the killer rhythm section... we watch the show on our 1967 television... the band makes us laugh... |
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the
ballad of christian slater my best friend's sister had a goldfish... named it slater... yes, it was a fetish for the actor... she wasn't selfish... she let me borrow her madonna tape... |
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(i'm)
so unemployed inside the large machine... sly and the family stone are funking out... i'm watching infomercials... |
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blues
for whatever discovery of tremolo at bob's music... shut down for repairs... all of the clerks sing along to this new anthem... |
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first
on race day gentlemen, start your engines... burn up the road... time is just sweet stuff that you taste if you want... |
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the
dancing pants when the scary toy in the corner comes to life... it grabs a mandolin... the tune is emits haunts you for life... |
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karate
lesson #1 deep in the jungles of africa... burt bacharach is riffing... while nicholas negroponte tunes his short-wave radio... |
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