1. |
The DJ Stayed Home
03:55
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Double R is at the bar – he hates to be alone
With Father Tim who’s looking grim; his face is like a stone
V and M are meeting them and drunker by degrees
And H is scoping for some dope in broken Portuguese
There was a time when beer and lines were fine to get him through
And other jockeys tried to copy everything he’d do
But in the middle something little grew to something wide
And ran about his head and said to stay inside
So the DJ stayed Home (x4)
She moved the Dodge and opened the garage to raise some cash
So passers-by could come and find their treasure in her trash
The sidewalks and the cinemas were swollen and abloom
But the spinner ate his dinner in the darkness of his room
She couldn’t ease the tragedies his little heart had learned
He started watching cable where his table used to turn
The DJ stayed Home (x4)
The DJ took a final look at people in the streets
And traded in his vinyl for a comforter and sheets
He left the girl and made his world inside a little cave
And so we’ll never know the songs he could’ve played
The DJ stayed Home…
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2. |
Bring Out Your Dead
04:08
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I hear the drums
The drums repeat
Pounding forgotten
History
Footmen of fear
Soldiers of shame
I've heard your voice
I know your name
They took them out
They laid them bare
In open water
And left them there
And from these lies
The grim receipts
Hung from the rafters
Dragged in the streets
Chorus:
I just wanna be myself
But they say,
"Hey-o, Hey-o, jump in the gun"
They say, "Right, left, turn around, shoot 'em and run"
They say, "Hey-o, hey-o, fall into line"
They say, "Right, left, turn around, join or you die"
They dyed their eyes
They sewed their legs
Took off their heads
Hung them on pegs
it all began
Without much fuss
Someone whispered,
"They're not like us"
Chorus
They came for them
I didn't speak
I didn't care
It wasn't me
They came for me
A soul bereft
And no one spoke
No one was left
Bring out your dead
Break up the walls
Somebody's gotta pay for what they've done
Bring out your dead
Break up the silence
Somebody's gotta pay for what they've done
Somebody's gotta pay for what they've done
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3. |
Paper Planes
03:57
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4. |
I'm Lonely
05:41
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I know what you want
You’re like a window
I can see right through
Past the ice and amber curtain
I’m gonna take me back to home with you
I’m gonna take it all to heart
Cause I’m lonely
I’m lonely
I know what I want
I’m as hollow as a drum
Peel beneath the skin
I’m as purple as a plum
I’m on the street, I’m pulsing through the pavement veins
I’m gonna tear it all apart
Cause I’m lonely
I’m only half-restrained
I’m lonely
It’s coming on again
Nobody’s gonna take you apart
Nobody’s gonna take you apart
Nobody’s gonna take you apart from me -- apart from me
A dream,…life is like a dream…
Sunday was a day for us to love
Sunday was a day for us to rest
But long are the days from whence we came
I’m lonely
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5. |
The Girls Are Here
03:13
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The city is gasoline-covered tonight
I hit the street like a flame and I’m feeling alright
Boulevard beam and the hustlers’ light
Run in the bustle, I’m up for a tussle and fight
Girls are here, girls are here
Battle is on between virtue and sin
Gimme the right kind of kiss, baby, I’ll let you win
Girls are here, girls are here – Hey! Hey!
Nothing can stop me from singing tonight
The city could burn to the ground and I’d still be alright
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6. |
East Side
03:57
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I keep a suitcase for my brightside
It’s not a face I throw around
But somehow the sun paid off the shadows in the street
And flexed his muscle on the east side
The green lights
The “B” sides
Take me walking nowhere, nowhere
I will see you somewhere, somewhere
All of the kids are sleeping around
The un-underground
Oh, take me walking now
I keep a pair of shoes under my pillow
I’ll draw the curtains while you work
I’ll bring you breakfast and the paper with your tea
And we’ll go walking on the east side
The green lights
The “B” sides
Take me walking nowhere, nowhere
I will see you somewhere, somewhere
All of our friends are still laying down
In Hung-over Town
Oh, take me walking now
Sometimes it’s nice to hide
When the morning is so slow
But the day is on our side
We got no place to go
Reach up - hear the day make a sound
Touch down - feel your toes on the ground
Make love to your life like a sailor in outta town
All of my heart is beating out loud
It’s bleating a sound
It’s singing, “take me out”
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7. |
In the Name of Revenge
04:21
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I keep a picture in my head
Of the last time that we met
I call on it when I’m in bed
Just to make my body whet
It’s the screw turned in my brain
It’s the fist around my heart
It’s the poison in my vein
It’s the most delicious part
Here we go,
Nice and slow
Chorus:
The beginning is so novel
Then you’re fighting for survival
When everything you ever loved
Will be offered up
In the name of revenge
I’m gonna wrap you up in wire
I’m gonna lean into your ear
Until a breath of quiet fire
Is the only thing you hear
I’m gonna kiss your messy face
I’m gonna carve you, little notch
I’m gonna fill your every space
I’m gonna make sure that you watch
Daffodil,
Just hold still
Chorus
Little buttercup
Cherries on the top
I’m afraid I won’t know when to stop
I keep a picture in my head
Of the next time that we’ll meet
When every bitter word you said
Will reappear for you to eat
It’s so sweet…
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