1. |
endless blues
02:24
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baby, you’re a stranger to me
i said baby, you’re as strange as can be
you mope around and bring me down
and it’s clear to see
you’re just the kind of man for me
baby, it’s a cold lonely night
i said baby, you sure give me a fright
you drive on through your endless blues
on your motorbike
you’re just the kind of man i like
you’re indebted to your bed and
i can’t seem to get through your head
all this longing, all this wanting
maybe you’re just dead
baby, always running away
i said baby, haven’t seen you in days
you sulk around this empty town
but you never stay
you’re just the man to come my way
i’m indebted to your bed and
can’t shake thoughts of you from my head
all this longing, all this haunting
wishing you were dead
baby, left me waiting so long
i said baby, let me write you a song
a solemn tune inside my room
so you’ll come along
‘cause you’re the only man i want
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2. |
(not so) easy
02:52
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i need a friend to help me out
to get the waves to settle down
i think i might be bursting at the seams
the floor is giving out, you see
and i don’t know what’s underneath
it’s not so
easy as it seems
he built the house beneath my feet
and filled up with agony
that i and i alone was meant to keep
but these things are unmentionable
and i am not ephemeral
so maybe i should find someplace to sleep
but i’m keeping secrets,
i’m making motions
for you to come back
and throw me
overboard, overboard
i’m not so simple
(i'm not so simple)
to know your people
(know all your people)
‘cause you’re keeping secrets
dividing oceans
and you already threw me
overboard, overboard
i’m not so simple
(i'm not so simple)
to fuck your people
(fuck all your people)
and i would rather be okay
than live with you another day
so cut the ties that bind and try again
well you and i have done this dance
and i don’t need a second chance
to prove how much i loved you in the end
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3. |
sometimes
01:55
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sometimes i get so caught up
like i’m sinking to the bottom
might just beat you to death
with a bat or a rake
or a shoe
sometimes i get so messed up
maybe if i just dressed up
i’d feel pretty and sweet
and real clean and real neat
just like you
what it means, i can’t quite tell
an architect of my own hell
what you do i swear could be
the oh-so-timely death of me
sometimes you make me messed up
maybe if you just dress up
you’ll be pretty and smart
making all kinds of art
just like mine
sometimes you get me fucked up
stealing all the words i think up
no, i don’t think it’s cute
wish you’d just get a clue
and resign
what it means, you can’t quite tell
i’ll spell it out, and remember it well
what you do, i swear could be
the long and drawn-out death of me
sometimes i get so caught up
like i’m sinking to the bottom
you’re not pretty or clean
just a snake through the screen
so adieu
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4. |
doesn't live here
02:57
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zachary, you mean nothing to me now
swallowed me up and spat me out
bade me spin circles just for your illusion
but i’m
much more than all the parts you kept
buried beneath the place we slept
you should be fucking scared of my seclusion
‘cause zachary doesn’t live here anymore
molly’s moved on to distant shores
i’m stuck here wonderin’ what i left my life for
zachary doesn’t live here anymore
molly moved on to better shores
i’m stuck here wonderin’ what i sold my soul for
molly, you meant nothing to me, dear
crossed every threshold full of fear
greet mornings after with a new contusion
and you
sprout vines from each and every limb
stretched myself out so paper thin
left in the shadow of your own confusion
‘cause zachary doesn’t live here anymore
molly’s moved on to distant shores
i’m stood here wonderin’ what i left my life for
zachary doesn’t live here anymore
molly moved on to better shores
i’m stood here wonderin’ what i sold my soul for
zachary doesn’t call back anymore
molly’s fading fast on colder shores
i’m stuck here wonderin’ why i left my past for
casey doesn’t live here anymore
she’s floating on to better shores
not wonderin’ anymore just what she’s made for
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5. |
again
03:10
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i gave up my last name when i moved in
into your place with all the ways you read my mind
‘cause all those choices and creatures just made my head spin
i’m so damn sick of picking up the pieces he left behind
i struck the match between the sheets
and wrapped up in his agony
entwined
at night
he told me, “you,
ineffable you,
get me high”
and i said, “you,
untenable you,
live and die”
so spread it out for all to see
the filth and fire you branded me
entwined
at night
when he said, “you,
ineffable you,
shouldn’t cry”
and i said, “you,
unfuckable you,
live and die”
i think i’m losing all my senses
my parents’ house and mending fences
i think i’m losing all my senses
in central park down on the benches
i’m finally losing all my senses
the stars and sky don’t lie
so with you i
could live and die
again
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sally hatchet Washington, D.C.
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