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Buzz Saw
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03:01 |
192 |
4,16 |
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Boy Soprano
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Look at me, nothing bad
Is ever going to happen to you again
Although you are a solid pile of hate
You're still pretty like a cake
Pulling out a bat at the Kill Me Court
Slaps me that I can't handle you
But yes, no, yes, no, yes
Tell me how to live
Boy soprano
Take me away from here
Boy soprano
Where will we go tonight?
Boy soprano
Do what you can to shock me
Boy soprano
Boy, boy, boy
(I hope you make it; I hope you have)
When you get to be my age
The police don't assume
That you still like to light things on fire
Bearing that in mind
I wouldn't trust me either
But it was the two of us watching
Two bunnies hop across
The Peach Street Gang
Yes, no, yes, no, yes
Confide in me, you don't want to die
Look back from the stains on my gloves
To the stains on yours
Thank you for telling me
Vodka is a poncy drink, but little man
The hand ball is in your court
Boy soprano
Take me away from here
Boy soprano
Where will we go tonight?
Boy soprano
Do what you can to shock me
Boy soprano
I hope you make it; I hope you have
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03:23 |
192 |
4,66 |
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Hello From Eau Claire
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i know it's dumb to say
that you are on my mind
i know it's stupid to dream
that you might think of me as a man
i can loose my own tie knot
i can button up my own pants
i can buy my own cigarettes
i can pluck my own moustache
i read it's lame to wish
that you won't walk out on me
but i'm not embarassed to sing
plainly the words 'love' and your name
i can pay all my own bills
i can unroll my own tights
i can untuck all i have to untuck
i can weep through my own midnights
i can loose my own tie knot
i can button up my own pants
i can buy my own cigarettes
i can pluck my own moustache
i can pay all my own debts
i can rip off my own tights
i can humiliate myself to your face
i can weep through my own midnights
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02:54 |
192 |
4,00 |
ˆ0.10 |
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4 |
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Vulture Piano
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won't let it go
it's creeping along
a deep lack of guilt and
a fools sense of love
you could say it's nothing
you could claim there's no one to hide
you can be respectable and keep it to yourself at least
cuz I know she was the best that you've had
yes I know she was the best that you've had
greased and unclean
a hiss laid by God
a duped bridal hole and
a boyhood slipping in blood
v-u-l-t-u-r-e-p-i-a-n-oh!
you could say it's nothing
you could claim there's no one to hide
you can be respectable and keep it to yourself at least
cuz I know she was the best that you've had
yes I know she was the best that you've had
you could say it's nothing
you could claim there's no one to hide
you can be respectable and keep it to yourself at least
cuz I know she was the best that you've had
yes I know she was the best that you've had
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03:23 |
192 |
4,67 |
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5 |
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Pj In The Streets...
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02:58 |
192 |
4,06 |
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Bishop, Ca
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this blue dot of sickly light
that is daytime in your embarassed town
burns a hole in the fading yellow ribbon
on your fading wine colored Cavaliere
the mine has fallen down on you
as you dug a well of death
milk and sugar water
in brief sympathy with them
when we see the hate in your eyes
it doesn't make us better men
the mine has crushed your brother
as he ruined our rotting sky
a white blast of black hot powder
as you lapse into a real boy
the mind has fallen down on you
as you dug a well of death
tears of sugar water flow
in briefest sympathy with them
should you be ashamed for more than that?
than that your daddy raped you silly
leaning my head on the refrigerator
crying for the stupid world we share
walla walla walla walla walla walla walla hey
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04:06 |
192 |
5,64 |
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7 |
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Saint Pedro Glue Stick
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01:18 |
192 |
1,77 |
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8 |
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The Pineapple Vs The Watermelon
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03:29 |
192 |
4,77 |
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Save Me Save Me
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though this is all you'll ever get
it would be a strange delite
no eyes no nose no mind
the grey light of Porto stay with you
oh how can you love a tiny bug impressed
by the night when you cut yourself?
save me save me
your body rotten as the last melon on the vine
pull your shirt down save me save me
press my thumb onto your tongue
hand a knife up to me
no mouth no neck no rest
the white poem of self hate stays with you
even though you know a chance to cut
is still a chance to cure
pull your legs apart
save me save me
your body doomed as the last apple on the tree
so let me hurt you.
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02:40 |
192 |
3,66 |
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10 |
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The Fox & The Rabbit
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I like people who are wrong
could you then feel like I do
Collossus bestrides the haves and have nots
go softly this is being sung for you
wake up wake up
the wish you made is plucked
go out get up
you've done enough enough
wake up wake up
to take the time to cuss
go out get up
you've seen enough enough
do you think that you deserve it?
I am waiting here for you
looking out across the brooke
my hands resting on my chest
but still I stare into the night
when the fox hears the rabbit cry
he comes running but not to help
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03:13 |
192 |
4,41 |
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Wig Master
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You said "I'll build you a bed of cactus where you could sleep when the night is too sharp." I said "I'll cover you with wax and light your hair like a wick when the night is too cold." You don't think of me as often as I'd like you to, but when you do it's of me looking for you on the ship. The plane I'm waiting on has your face printed on the wings, when it crashes I'll eat the paint off. I'm going to spank your ass so hard you'll hate the wig master, but I'll put two pillows on your dining room chair. You're like a parrot, something that belongs to me and not to you. Loneliness isn't being alone, it's when someone loves you and you don't have it in you to love them back. Look at my hair, it's a dirty little mop crying for you to send it away. All a guy needs is a chance to pull off my clothes and snicker, try harder. If you mail me a toy I'll use it but that's the most I have to offer. "Do you want to see my panties?" is the last thing I'll ever say to you. "I want to finger every teenager I sea" is the last thing you'll say to me. Don't make fun of my night out.
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04:17 |
192 |
5,90 |
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