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Ernest or Hemingway
02:31
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If you don’t like the boys in the band, well
Save yourself and run away, run away
Lay it down to the Lord of the Land
When the drugs don’t work
Save it all for another day
You believe in the quick and the dead, like
I believe in Ernest or Hemingway, but
When it comes to the drugs and the dregs
If your love don’t work
Take it all, take it anyway
Love is Mind; love is free, freedom mined, free to be
Love is blind, love is free
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2. |
Rotten Apple
04:02
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Put the wrong shape in the right
Inside your copra line of sight
My opinion may not seem like much
But it’s my only fight about it with your beauty
And am I pretty anyway?
Sit the bedroom down within
Smells like frustration, tastes like tin
The window shutters, smoking cigarettes
To fill the ashtray in
I laid the groundwork for the evil version of myself today
The only place I’ve never been is everywhere
‘Cause my one and one-four is good for one fare
And since nothing is fair I get off at Lafayette and Broadway
And give my change away
The rotten apple wormed me out today
Turn the light on, stop the movie
Everybody’s acting like a bunch of fucking cappuccinos
Foaming at the top and they grow bitter in three minutes
I refuse to drink them anymore
The only thing I’ve never felt is everything
And my guitar has nothing to do with the scope of my sex
I simply play it ‘cause I have to, it’s all that I can do
And I don’t even know if it’s in tune
Dancing on the edge, and angel came to me
Took me to the ledge, took me by my feet
An angel dressed in black, and as her tongue rolled back
Her body sang to me
“Hey dig life, dig what you got
it may not seem like much, it may not seem a lot
dig how precious every second is”
But all that I could do…
Was scream and scream about the love I’d never felt
All the love I know, I’ll never feel it, never feel it
I know I’ll never really love
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Give me your hand
And count on its becoming dirty
Let me imagine you lost for awhile
Vivisect your intentions with style
Watch how you grow
The casing will fall into vapor
And every chalice will fall like a bird
Who is dying in vain to be heard
And Mary, queen of the universe
Takes the battered, makes them worse
Because we really liked the boys in the band
People said we were queer
And maybe it’s true
Give me your thought
And doubt that it will become wasted
At last liberation has given me peace
And I drink to your pending release
‘Cause Mary, queen of the universe
Takes your sad songs, makes them worse
Because I really liked the boys in the band
People said I was queer
But baby it’s you
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4. |
No Trick Pony
02:50
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Not about to jump to conclusions
Suffer under my old delusions
Not about to jump five stories
Into your flame
I was born to leave Matamoras
Where I sang with Earl in the chorus
When I went to Milford
I heard MILF in the name
And you pull me under
‘Til I’m over the world
And you look like thunder
But you throw like a girl
Girls, girls, girls
Boys and Wellesley girls
And Harvard girls
And Princeton girls
And New York girls
And your godless heathens
And your Jesus girls
There’s a million reasons
To throw the pigs your pearls
Brother you should take a vacation
Or you’ll find another occasion
To adjust your senses
To the sound of your shame
And you pull me over
Like I’m Helen of Troy
And you’re a four leaf clover
But you cry like a boy
Boys, boys, boys
Girls and Harlem boys
And Chelsea boys
And LA boys
And Brooklyn boys
And your bodhisattvas
And your Buddhist queens
There’s a million reasons
To live your life in dreams
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5. |
Born Before My Time
03:40
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Once…within a dream
Under a hill…beside a stream
On dry land I lay my body
And my broken soul before the Lord
I made it to the other shore
From the belly
From New York to Delhi
I was born before my time
Before the din of evil
I was not allowed
To make my only mother proud
Born before my time
Before the din of evil
I was not allowed
To make my only mother proud
From the belly
From New York to Delhi
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Lions & Clay Pigeons
02:10
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Billy Webster
you are creative. you are real. you smile. you are balanced. you do not think this race is worth it. you take vacation. you are spiritual. you are not a robot. you put people before deadlines and rules. you are not a conformist. you have a soul. you read the book you want to read. you know how much you do not know. you have been made to feel so small when you are so f***** HUGE. ... more
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In the Darkness of My Night
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