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Deer Park
04:24
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Guess my brain is a wishing machine
Southpaw son, gap-toothed dunce
Walking around in plastic land
Is this the note you left for me
A shopping list of what’s for free
Give to love with empty hands
Took a walk where the geese are dumb
Where the deer get killed just for fun
Never leave the house again
I will see you soon
In a life with new rules
Polaroids stain like the moon
Sad as monkeys in a zoo
Presley records, drunken afternoons
Stay up all night inventing stories
Of troubadours and troubled girls
(Suicides in cheap motels)
Guess my brain is a wishing machine
Undoing you, undoing me
(All the kings horses, and all the kings thieves)
I will see you soon
In a life of kinder truths
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Samsonite
03:55
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Meet me at the nunnery
It’s 1989
Iron gates and ivy walls
The sisters in decline
You look just like a nymph
Green velvet on your hips
I am gray paisley boy
With hair like Robert Smith
We listen to The Head on the Door
And smoke twelve clove cigarettes
New Jersey let us go
You see we’re cool as shit
I know it’s over
I know it’s done
We let go without a fight
Now our hearts are Samsonite
Meet me at the haunted ruins
Of the lunatic asylum
Where veterans of all the wars
Are dead or slowly dying
Take a picture of me here
Light that never ends
We don’t know what love is
But we love the Violent Femmes
Make me up in eyeliner
And let’s crash the car again
A perfect day for bannanfish
It’s so great to pretend
I know it’s over
I know it’s done
We let go without a fight
Now our hearts are Samsonite
Wonder where my wonder went
In 1993
Drinking in a Paris bar
And pissing in the Seine
Can’t even write a postcard
To the end of a century
Can’t remember anything
But the time of disbelief
Amy what’s become of us
What was our history
Love, love will tear us apart
But it’ll never set us free
I know it’s over
I know it’s done
We let go without a fight
Now our hearts are Samsonite
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3. |
Fatal Friends
03:24
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Eden where have you gone
With your dark shades so on
Tried to figure you out
You were gone
Richard my friend
A suicidal bend
Off on a notion
Then you were gone
Torn to reach you
Lost inside a dream
Virginia with stones in her pockets
Slips into a stream
Steven my friend
Dead of amphetamine
A love for the white horse
And Codeine
Torn to reach you
My dear and fatal friends
zero and zero is nothing
Zero gain
Eden where have you gone
With your dark shades so on
Tried to figure you out
You were gone
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No Weight
03:02
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God what a mess in my honeycomb head
The road less travelled has left me near dead
Halving blue pills on the kitchen counter
The ice caps melt as the clock ticks louder
I, I feel no weight
I, I feel no weight
Nerves of God run through the top of my skull
But the pretty boys of New York are so dull
Run into my heart, down to my toes
It’s a Catholic novena to the Christ in my bones
I, I feel no weight
I, I feel no weight
Ask me for a fetish, I say I don’t know
Tie you to this birch tree with a handful of rope
Love is not direct, a perversion of desire
A terrible energy running through the top of my skull
I, I feel no weight
I, I feel no weight
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Poisonhead
03:30
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I’m on a manic upswing
Be sure to catch me when I fall
I’m thinking way too fast
Like a bullet through the wall of my head
I’m on a manic upswing
Be sure to catch me when I fall
My blood is supernova
Disease and overdose yeah
Coming at you with vampire teeth and a rose
I’m thinking way too fast
Like a bullet through the wall of my head
It could do me no harm
It could do me so much harm
It could do me no harm
It could do me so much harm
I sing the body electric
I erase what I just said
No one’s on my perfect wavelength
No one’s in my poison head
It could do you so much harm
It’ll do you no harm at all
It could do you so much harm
It’ll do you no harm at all
I’m on a manic upswing
Be sure to catch me when I fall
I’m thinking way too fast
Like a bullet through the wall of my head
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My Jean Seberg
03:46
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Everyone under fire
Everyone seeking love
Sacrifice we offer
Blood is there on the cross
No time is the right time x 4
Looking for my young Jean Seberg
Looking for my Joan of Arc
Sixteen flares sent skyward
From your blue ocean eyes
Think of love as a passage
A place where loneliness dies
No time is the right time x 4
Looking for my young Jean Seberg
Looking for my Joan of Arc
Chapel walls show the angels
Winged ones who will fall
Into lust into fire
Blood is there on the cross
No time is the right time
Out of the world, lost in you
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Happiest Man Alive
04:30
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Lost my light, lost my heart
Lost my way right from the start
Tried to dream of halcyon
Ended up as a hollow man
The fields are burning, the sky is dread
I lost my weight, I lost my breath
I do believe I’ve come to the end
Still I’m the happiest man alive
Yes I’m the happiest man alive
I cracked my skull, I forgot my name
I lost all memory, I felt insane
A swarm of locusts, a world of woe
I dress in black, I scare the crows
I had some money, I did some blow
I lost it all, and I missed the boat
I do believe I’m just like Job
Still I’m the happiest man alive
Yes I’m the happiest man alive
Lost my light, lost my heart
Lost my way right from the start
Tried to dream of halcyon
Ended up as a hollow man
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Long Distances
04:11
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How did we lose
The gifts that were given
Norwegian wood
And youth of oblivion
Can you hear me now
Through the static of time
The world wars won
The vultures and carrion
Was there a time
Of empires and galleons
Ships full of hope
And our frontier stallions
The oceans and sands
Erase the footprints of man
There’s a long-distance call
From the ghosts of Buchenwald
From the book burning fires
To the bombs of the Weathermen
Long Distances x 3
Did I conquer your heart
Did you die of my fever
Her infinite reach
But I did not receive her
Can you hear me now
Through the static of time
The bones have been picked
The centuries die
There’s a long-distance call
From the ghosts of Buchenwald
From the book burning fires
To the bombs of the Weathermen
Long distances x 3
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9. |
Privacy of Lucy
03:43
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Scotch plaid skirts and pencil cases
A boarding school girl with chapstick traces
Catcher in the Rye, her favorite pages
Yeah
Chalkboard talk, it's summer somewhere
Thoughts have wings, go where they dare
Smoke in the stairwell, listen to Big Star
Yeah
Her bare knees are just like honey
Sometimes they bruise when she falls
It's just the privacy of Lucy
That wants to suffer like a poem
She has friends but none to speak of
Parents call once a week
Listen to Bowie and Television
Yeah
The moon is hung with such sad wishes
A girl of sixteen can seem ridiculous
Feel like a woman between her hips
Oh Yeah
Her bare knees are just like honey
Sometimes they bruise when she falls
It's just the privacy of Lucy
That wants to suffer like a poem
Homecoming game in November
She sits in the cold and tries to remember
Franny and Zooey and how it made her feel
How can we live without a soulmate
How many years before it's too late
Will she ever leave and forget that she was here?
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10. |
Methadone
04:20
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You took your time
There in the backseat
A New York taxi
Saying goodbye to Alphabet City
Don’t look around
Like Dylan in the movie
Cooler than you could be
Oh wayfarer eyes, you’ll never be free
And ask yourself
What happened to the little girl
Lost in her own world
Of mason jars and butterflies
Please don't ask me why
Just look into my empty eyes
Give me what I came here for
I know it only lasts awhile
I know what's free can cost a life
Give me time, I'll get it right
Methadone
A soul on ice
Chillin’ with the smack freaks
Starin’ at the TV
A pornographic Christmas tree
Don’t ask yourself
Who’ll raise the baby
I’m not what I could be
I had dreams, but I am crazy
I wanna go home
But I’m stuck in reverse
A clinic for the hurt
Switching myself to methadone
Please don't ask me why
Just look into my empty eyes
Give me what I came here for
I know it only lasts awhile
I know what's free can cost a life
Give me time, I'll get it right
Methadone
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