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1986
05:03
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It's got it's poetry bag and all of it's shit's in it
It's got 6 warm beers and a pack of cigarettes to finish
It likes to think of itself as a young neo-Winston Smith
It's hiding out in 1986
It's got, like, Jesus Christ blue eyes
It's real "love's young nightmare" like
The devil looks like shiny shiny lights
It's sittin' in the cemetery reading "the drunken boat"
It takes out it's notebook but all of it's pencils are broke
So it scribbles a couple of lines in the dirt with a stick
It says "fuck you man, it's 1986"
It's got, like, weepy angel eyes
It's real "love's young nightmare" like
The devil shakes his shiny hips at night
It's got a girlfriend it hates, but man, does she love to fight
So it drinks on the roof of the Livingston Building all night
Doin' it's high-wire daredevil dance just for kicks
It's walking the plank in 1986
The devil shakes his shiny hips, the devil waves
his shiny fists, the devil kisses on the lips,
The devil looks like shiny lights
It hears there's a party on Olive and there's gonna be drugs
But all it really wants is some young body to love
Someone to take it home, somebody to fix it
Alone and broke in 1986
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You wear upon your face the look of being constantly afraid
T.Rex was right on baby, you're strange oh baby you are very strange
So very strange
Your eyes are pinwheeled, your lips, they quiver like a boomerang
So very, so vey strange
Fast like an Oldsmobile, just like a rabbit in a panicked state
So very, so very strange
Your heart is always pained, your life is fixed in constant disarray
So very, so very strange
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water contains fire
04:11
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Water contains fire, so says the ghost
Fire contains water and my lungs are full of both
Ship off the girls to the catholic school take off the hands of the clowns and the fools the ghost will develop his own set of rules when he stands on the powdery face of the moon. Send all the boys off to work on the night shift remove the heads of the dopes and the dipshits the ghost will reward those who follow the rules when he stands on the powdery face of the moon.
Water contains fire, so says the ghost
Fire contains water like a cancer does its host
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high & dry
05:43
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High and dry
How does it feel now that your dreams have become real?
Tell me, how do you sleep knowing it's all downhill from here?
How does it feel now that it's real, with all those boys in the field under your shaky command?
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brick wall
03:45
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Bodies lining up for walking here there hear them talking useless conversation stupid words from ugly mouths all walking somewhere and much too loud but she's her own sovereign nation I think I like her in that way that she will never look away watching people come and go no judgement just her own brick wall. Her eyes sharpened up like razors she looks beneath her eye-shades and estimates the damage that she could cause but does not bother she feels the world is not her problem and that is her advantage I think I like her in that way that she will never look away she looks so cool she leans that way alone and lovely and awake watching every ebb and flow no judgement just her own brick wall I think I love her in that way that she can tolerate the pain she doesn't give a shit at all no judgement just her own brick wall
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the catch-all
05:08
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a wild life
05:59
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It's a wild life
When the headlights shine, roaring, bearing down on you
You ask me "is it my time? Oh please, don't let it be"
When the damned become alive and all the pretty people cry to me
They flash their eyes at me because I see
It's a wild life. It's the shiniest of knives
It's a wild life. It is God behind your eyes
When the animals are near and fix their gaze on you
You ask "be kind to me, oh please, be kind to me?"
When the stars no longer shine and I have left you far behind me
You'll see I am not kind. You'll see, sir, I am not kind
It's a wild life. It's the blinding sunlight
It's a wild life. It is God behind your eyes.
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flippy
05:27
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Here's to yesterday's acquaintance Raise a glass to what went wrong
A toast to celebrate the passing and the moving on
The dust that settles on the mantle Is swept away with just a touch
And disappears into the madness as if it never was
Let us pray
There's a fat chance that there's a slim chance that there is any chance at all. If the rain don't kill you, then the sun will kill you, or the umbrella will.
So all the world stands in waiting for the clockwork heart attack
So let us celebrate the passing and the pushing back
Let us all pray
If the rain don't kill you, then the sun will kill you or the umbrella will
You can't un-dig an open grave, it really doesn't work that way, you tow the line and fade away.
This is not a dream, Flippy !!!
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mystery date
05:03
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Well, I'm on my way to an early grave
But I ain't going there alone, everybody's coming home with me
All those days of playing "keep away"
They won't laugh at me no more, they won't hit me anymore,
now will they ?
I can make it rain on your parade.
I'm your mystery date.
I can make it rain on your parade
I will make it rain on your parade
I'm your mystery date
I'm your misery.
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scott lee wilson & john ganser Central, Illinois
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