1. |
Dirty Channels
03:15
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Thank God the dirty channels play late into the night.
Thank God there’s only a few more hours till morning light.
You’re tipsy on cheap wine;
You’re lonely again, and the feeling seems to slow down time.
Thank God the dirty channels play late into the night.
Thank God there’s still some stations that don’t just advertise.
You stagger off the couch;
Ice in your glass & you stare as it melts slowly down.
Thank God the dirty channels play late into the night.
Thank God there’s only a few more hours till morning light.
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2. |
Zoe's on a Freight Train
02:43
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Let me hear a happy song
Here’s to living long.
Wind in your hair and the world at your feet —
Oh you know, girl, you’ve got places to be.
Lucy may be in the sky, but Zoe’s on a freight train.
Flashing lights
In her eyes
Running right
Off ‘em rails
Lucy may be in the sky, but Zoe’s on a freight train.
Sayonara, honey.
Here’s to living free.
You’ve been keeping watch on bad dreams far too long.
Can you feel it, girl? You’re gone.
Lucy may be in the sky, but Zoe’s on a freight train.
Flashing light
In her eyes
Running right
Off ‘em rails
Lucy may be in the sky, but Zoe’s on a freight train,
Zoe’s on a freight train…
Here’s to living in vain.
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3. |
Queen of Something
03:40
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The walls are bare & white,
And I’m waiting for nothing tonight…
But I’m still waiting all right.
Too damn dull to give up this fight.
I am Queen of Something.
I am somebody’s darling.
The details have just escaped me…
But I’m sure it’s all fine & dandy.
I am Queen of Something.
The day is all but gone,
Though all the lights have been left on.
I wrap up in my blanket—
My best dress for when no one visits.
I am Queen of Something.
I am somebody’s darling.
The details have just escaped me…
But I’m sure it’s all fine & dandy.
I am Queen of Something.
I am Queen of Something.
I am Queen of Something.
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4. |
Kiss It Away
03:59
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Maybe I am a lack of love.
I think my soul doesn’t like me well enough.
So, I only dance to circle you,
Paralyzed by the thought of loneliness and what it’d make me do.
I’ve got this feeling in my veins…
A slow burnt molasses — a darkness from my brain….
Can you kiss it away?
Can you touch it away?
Maybe I am a lack of joy.
I rest in peace drowning in pop culture noise.
I’ve got this feeling in my veins…
A slow burnt molasses — a darkness from my brain….
Can you kiss it away?
Can you touch it away?
away….away…away….away…. away…away…. maybe I am a lack of love.
I’ve got this feeling in my veins…
A slow burnt molasses — a darkness from my brain…..
Can you kiss it — can you kiss it — away?
Can you touch it away?
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5. |
Younger Than Her
03:16
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Amontillado
Silverado
And does your daughter know?
Hold your horses —
Do you pray with those hands?
Before or after you go feeling my ass?
Dirty old man.
Amontillado
Silverado
And does your daughter know?
You like girls — Younger than her.
You like girls — Younger than her.
Wait a minute —
Do you kiss your wife with that mouth?
Funny how holy-rollers ain’t quite so devout
Once church lets out.
Amontillado
Silverado
And does your daughter know?
You like girls — Younger than her.
You like girls — Younger than her.
Now of course we will keep this our little secret.
Amontillado
Silverado
And does your daughter know?
You like girls — Younger than her.
You like girls — Younger than her.
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6. |
Ain't My Colour
03:13
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Do you walk out of the room when you speak of me?
Do you talk shit very quietly?
Do you?
Well, do you?
Do you?
Well, do you?
But I ain’t groveling tonight.
You won’t see me on my knees — Not in this fight.
You ain’t got my number,
And honey, I have found desperation ain’t my colour.
Do you need a topic for conversation?
Do you need to vent all your endless frustration?
Do you?
Well, do you?
Do you?
Well, do you?
But I ain’t groveling tonight.
You won’t see me on my knees — Not in this fight.
You ain’t got my number,
And honey, I have found desperation ain’t my colour.
I ain’t groveling tonight.
You won’t see me on my knees — Not in this fight.
You ain’t got my number,
And honey, I have found desperation ain’t my colour.
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7. |
Artsy-Fartsy
02:22
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Don’t you know the problem with us artsy-fartsy girls?
We never learned how to cope with the real world.
We just wanna put our hands up.
Run, run, run till we find somewhere our hearts & minds say was made for us.
Don’t you know the problem with us artsy-fartsy girls?
We ain’t too fond of the real world.
We just wanna find a rhythm.
Run, run, run till we shed our skins and make ourselves true fiction.
Don’t you know the problem is all you boys are too real to kiss…
Oh, us artsy-fartsy girls… we never learned how to cope with the real world.
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L. $hamPain Texas
Sounds like... Howard Hughes’ mind on a steamy summer night in 1936, electrified with champaign-soaked bubbles & all of his neurons synapsing endlessly between light & dark, Las Vegas & solitude, being the predator & being the prey.
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