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Songs: What Is Not But Could Be If, Aloysius, Bluegrass Drummer, Suffering Jukebox, My Pillow Is The Threshold, Strange Victory, Strange Defeat, Open Field, San Francisco B.C., Candy Jail, Party Barge, We Could Be Looking For The Same Thing, How to Rent a Room, Pet Politics, Black and Brown Blues, Ballad of Reverend War Character, The Right to Remain Silent, Dallas, Inside the Golden Days of Missing You, Albemarle Station, The Frontier Index, Pretty Eyes, Punks In The Beerlight, Sometimes A Pony Gets Depressed, K-Hole, Animal Shapes, I'm Getting Back Into Getting Back Into You, How Can I Love You If You Won't Lie Down, The Poor, The Fair And The Good, Sleeping Is The Only Love, The Farmer's Hotel, There Is A Place, Introduction II, Trains Across The Sea, The Moon Is The Number 18, Advice To The Graduate, Tide To The Oceans, Pan-American Blues, New Orleans, The Country Diary Of A Subway Conductor, Living Waters, Rebel Jew, The Silver Pageant, Random Rules, Smith & Jones Forever, Night Society, Federal Dust, People, Blue Arrangements, We Are Real, Send in the Clouds, Like like the the the Death, Buckingham Rabbit, Honk If You're Lonely, The Wild Kindness, Slow Education, Room Games and Diamond Rain, Time Will Break The World, I Remember Me, Horseleg Swastikas, Transylvania Blues, Let's Not and Say We Did, Tennessee, Friday Night Fever, Death of an Heir of Sorrows, Canada, The Walnut Falcon, September 1999, SVM F.T. TROOPS, The Unchained Melody, Secret Knowledge of Back Roads, I Love the Rights, Jackson Nightz, The War in Apartment 1812, West S, You Can't Trust It To Remain, The Wild Palms, Welcome to the House of the Bats, Bar Scene From Star Wars
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Hello, my friends Hello, my friends Come on, have a seat Come on, in my kitchen My friends, take it easy My friends, have a seat My friends, don't you know that I never Want this minute to end And then it ends...
Troubles, no troubles on the line And I can't stand to see you I can't stand to see you When you're crying at home Scotch and Penicillin Please try Carlton A cold black maple hanger And husbands on the run I just got back from a dream attack That took me by suprise And in there I met a lady Her name was Shady Side And she said "It's been evening all day long It's been evening all day long And how can something so old, be so wrong?" Sin and gravity Drag me down to sleep To dream of trains across the sea Trains across the sea Half hours on earth What are they worth? I don't know In 27 years, I've drunk 50,000 beers And they just wash against me Like the sea into a pier
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If you got a message Leave your name and number And we'll get back to you Sleep on your back and ash in your shoes And always use the old sense of the words Your third drink will lead you astray Wandering down the backstreets of the world On the last day of your life Don't forget to die The things that you do Will always make your mama cry. Well, I know you got a lot of hope for The new men The new men So you've got no friends and you wander through the night And now you watch the sunrise through a rifle-sight Well, don't believe in people who say it's all been done They have time to talk because their race is run So get in some licks And hold your head up And soon you'll be drinkin' from that crystal cup Well, I know you got a lot of hope for The new men Well, I know you got a lot of hope for The new men Good morning to the new world
Tides across the ocean A million chuckers never felt wrong Looking at you, I'm a staring Looking how you make me feel good now Broken like you know the child diction Over at the naked show Sarah couldn't make you feel down now Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down now Wait, for the last man Last man never had a chance So he went out behind the shed And bought himself a little cigarettes On the ground digging for a treasure map Find your answer When you ask, please ask me Ask me to stay.
A fifth on decoration day for the doctor That fixed my arm. The federales back From Tuscon, each one got an arm gone. Limehouse Pratt got dim inside, can't see The painted ladies runaround at night. A wood-paneled room, my cigarette fumes Waltz and dissolve just for you. There's gonna be a truce(x3) but First you got to set your horses loose. A jaguar simmering in a cage, give him A chance, can you tell the answer from the Ants. History's got it's walking papers Can't get enough of the make-up That makes it look so tough. Well it ssssseems just like a freeze out (X3). an undisclosed, deeply wooded Loose your way route.
I'm scared, I swear, of you In the tunnel, in the darkness The darkest walls of blue There's beasts And there's men And there's something on this Earth that comes back again Alpha Delta Gamma Everybody's smoked Well, you can't say (You can't say) That my soul has died away-ay-ay-ay-yeah No, you can't say (You can't say) That my soul has died away-ay-ay-ay-yeah Oh, well, there's trouble in the hall And trouble up the stairs And trouble in the trouble that's troubling the air Well, please don't say (Please don't say) That my soul has died away-ay-ay-ay-yeah There is a house in New Orleans Not the one you've heard about I'm talking 'bout another house They spoke of gold in the cellar That a Spanish gentleman had left I broke in 100 years ago With a dagger tucked in my vest Legends of gold, I've tried to hold In the grey half-light of the hallway at night One Two Three, four, five We're trapped inside the song Well, we're trapped inside the song Trapped inside the song Trapped inside the song Where the nights are so long (Now we're) trapped inside the song Trapped inside the song Trapped inside the song Where the nights are so long Traps inside us all Traps inside us all There's traps inside us all And that night was so tall The night was so tall The night was so tall The night was so tall Tall, tall
"O get him out of there!" What if it cost 25c To wake up in the morning? A dollar, ten dollars? I'd pay it all the way to the poor house. It's not made If it's made in Roanoke. Night pulling up in front of The house like a bus. It came at me with shears. Her Sweater had faces, famous faces knitted all over it. The porch swing ticked off Central Daylight time. "How many hours do you think it'll take me to smoke this Cigarette?" she said with a smile. The smell of fried Food came drifting out one of the castle windows. "Lets go around back" I said "my brother buried some Stuff back there." We ducked down and walked through The black bushes. My shoe made a sucking sound in The turf. "He can afford anything" I said "he's got Dogs that blow on trumpets." "Priests!" she cussed. Thunder cracks over Ben Franklin's shop. Who wrapped My dreams in a blanket and led them outside to the black Book in the yard? "Hey what indian tribe occupied Southern california? They were a lucky bunch of fellers!" Sting Bible, More Sea Bible, Knur & Spell. In moments Downhill, towards sleep in the stillwater shop. Imagining Places I was almost sure I'd never been & had taken to Assuming were the memories of my grandfather somehow Deposited in my mind. They were there and gone, just before I could get my bearings, catch any names or find out Where the hotel was. Just a pile of glass shavings that Could never be reassembled into the gone order Of buildings & the shade pouring off of them. "WATER!"
Now people are good and people are bad And I'm never sure which one I am So, come in out of the storm What you need is an imitation of home Your at home You're all alone And nobody's calling on the telephone Now people are good and people are bad People they butch, people they brag People they test, people they breast People make sex, it's their favourite thing to do So if you run, then run to me And if you can swim then swim to me Just come in out of the storm What you need is an imitation of home Your at home You're all alone And nobody's calling on the telephone
In the times I dream Jesus It's like he's coming through the walls When I'm working at my desk at night I hear his footsteps in the hall You can believe me not believe me I'm just a bird upon the sill And these words just pour right through me Like water through a mill He was a rebel jew He was a rebel jew And he died for you and your sins He was a rebel jew He was a rebel jew Let him in Sometimes I dream of Texas Yeah, it's the biggest part of me And the planes look like the sea at night Oh, she wants to be so free She is a rebel state She is a rebel state And it's not too late for her to break From a sick, sick union An unhealed wound and separate All the time I dream of Michelle And the towers in her mind Some women lie down with killers Oh, my baby's not that kind She is a real good girl Yeah, she's a real good girl And she stops the world so I can't see That she's a good, good girl A good, good girl to me
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No, I don't really want to die I only want to die in your eyes I'm still here below the chandelier Where they always used to read us our rights I want to wander through the night As a figure in the distance even to my own eye Have you ever rented a room? Have you even ever rented a room? Anchor let's you see the river move Now that your evil dreams came true There on your face A row of teeth will come to replace I know you laughed, when i left But you really only hurt yourself You see your curtains move in the wind You can bet I'm betting against you again 'Cause I'm a man who has a wife who has a mother Who married one but she loved another You're a tower without the bells You're a negative wishing well Should have checked the stable door For the name of the sire and dam You were always at the dog track With your brother and all his friends Chalk lines around my body Like the shore line of a lake Your laughter made me nervous It made your body shake too hard Now there's a lot of things that I'm gonna miss Like thunder down country and the way water drips When you're runnin' for the door in the rain Read the metro section Read the metro section Read the metro section See my name No I didn't really want to die I only wanted to die in your eyes Grant me one last wish Life should mean a lot less than this Grant me one last wish Life should mean a lot less than this
Guard my bed While the rain turns the ditches to mirrors By a vase of carnations from central Ohio Where the looking machine can't here us Deep in the night we dream of positions There's a line for the phone in the hall And in the cold places where Spanish is spoken Most wars end in the fall You never know where your pet will go Pet politics Pet politics Pet politics Pet politics Still wearing last nights' mascara Now that her pet was gone for sure She was shivering so hard It looked like there were two of her I could see through the sleeve of her blouse The plans of her architect lover A tattoo of a boarded-up house And ink door that belonged to another When the rain hits you It hits you slow Stitch after stitch Stitch after stitch Stitch after stitch Stitch after stitch Adam was not the first man 'though the Bible tells us so There was one created before him, whose name we do not know He also lived in the garden But he had no mouth or eyes One day Adam came to kill him And he died beneath these skies I find it so amazing how I go where I'm led I go where I'm led I go where I'm led I go where I'm led I suspect we could be losing now Please guard my bed Please guard my bed Please guard my bed Please guard my bed
Baby let's get dressed up I got two pairs of shoes Darling you look so beautiful When your hair's all hung in jewels And sometimes I find it really hard to choose Between a pair of black and a pair of brown shoes When I'm high on batwings Up by the silvery moon I think of a certain sad eyed king Trapped in his golden room And I dream of a cold river on the way To come and sweep that king into this black and brown bay Well the water looks like jewelry When it's coming out the spout And nothing could make me feel better Than a wet kiss on the mouth Fake I.D.'s and honeybees The jagged skyline of car keys I never knew the bird could fly so low Rub out the catlight, Rub out the village Red and white exit light That's exodus damage Why don't people think of who they use? Why don't you try and come and get me: Black and Brown Blues It's raining triple sec in Tchula And the radio plays "Crazy Train" There's a quadroon ball in the beehive Hanging out in the rain And when there's trouble I dont like running But I'm afraid I got more in common With who I was than who I am becoming When I go downtown I always wear a corduroy suit Cause it's made of a hundred gutters That the rain can run right through But a lonely man can't make a move If he can't even bring himself to choose Between a pair of black and a pair of brown shoes
Miss Mary Jane measures rain in a cracked cup on the sill In Embry's last photograph he disappears over a hill Darrell Dotson waits in the grass for a fight The stars don't shine upon us We're in the way of their light The new girl in Tahoe has swallowed Sinatra's cum A Russian primadonna dances slow on valium After the game the benchwarmer can't get a ride In space there is no center We're always off to the side John Parker III steps over a bird on a Wall St. window ledge Little Wilkie finds a dead cat rotting deep inside the hedge Mahalia Roach dies on a Greyhound coach in July In a horror movie when the car won't start You give it one last try Guinnevere orders one more beer in the smokey pick-up bar A burnt out tramp by the exit ramp waits for one more car The Latin teacher always smelled like piss The census figures come out wrong There's an extra in our midst
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I passed the thirteenth floor The CPR was so erotic A blizzard blew in through the door And little glowing cum buckets in her ankles O Dallas you shine with an evil light O Dallas you shine with an evil light How did you turn a billion steers Into buildings made of mirrors, And why am I drawn to you tonight? Once you taste the geometry of a church in a cul-de-sac You're gonna want to sit with the bad kids in the back Cruising down Commerce Killing time in the blazing sun Is it true your analyst was a placekicker for the Falcons? We saw B.B.King on General Hospital In the Oak Cliff dramhounse where we stayed And when Clancy whipped her with his belt buckle He cleaned her cuts and then we prayed O Dallas you shine with an evil light Don't you know that God stays up all night? And how did you turn a billion steers Into buildings made of mirrors, And why am I drawn to you tonight? Watching the makeup girls make out with the mannequins "Hey boys, supper's on me, our record just went aluminum" Poor as a mouse every morning Rich as a cat every night Some kind of strange magic happens When the city turns on her lights
Inside the golden days of missing you With the people of Cleveland Who've suffered for so many years The shattered glass cussed And when it broke it spoke to us It said "Hey" It said "I know you... what's your name?" I wish they didn't set mirrors behind the bar Cause I can't stand to look at my face When I don't know where you are Then the feeling fades away But you sort of wish it would of stayed Inside... the golden days of missing you What if life is just some hard equation On a chalkboard in a science class for ghosts You can live again But you'll have to die twice in the end In the end/ we'll meet again
Call me from Albermarle Station if you can I hope you find your concentration beneath those ceiling fans We used to dance in this split-level ranch When moonlight flooded the room Now you're gone and the shades are all drawn In my air conditioned tomb Bad roads, bad snow, bad bridges Could turn a once bad man religious If your kingdom ever comes You better run There must be a spanish word for this feeling The rush I get when I am stealing From the Dust Congress Whose dollars and dimes Say "in dust we trust" (The world is not ready for you) I passed an abandoned drive-in With ivy growing over the screen It was like I caught Hollywood sleeping- Sleep without dreams A magic shop in Colonial Watts Something gets pushed by the wind The worlds not ready The worlds not ready The chimes of rabies are ringing again Bad roads, bad snow, bad bridges Could turn a once bad man religious If your kingdom ever comes You better run There must be a pool out behind the church Cause he looked so cool in the back of a hearse After a fortnight of his trial All the citizens began to dress in his style (It's a beautiful world)
Of all of the people I knew I always looked up to you And after millions of years of crime The sun still shines and shines Look, a horse, of course Gallops through the desert light I make such good time through sub-space When I dream all day and write all night Robot walks into a bar Orders a drink, lays down a bill Bartender says, hey, we don't serve robots And the robot says, oh, but someday you will Prison's a good time for some Many people get caught with a gun This trucker says it's good to be free Says he knows lots of folks who agree Bumper stickers talk to him Say, let the stars get in your eyes Time, cum, sand, and surf These are the building, building blocks of life Boy wants a car from his dad Dad says, first, you got to cut that hair Boy says, hey, Dad, Jesus had long hair And Dad says, that's right, son, Jesus walked everywhere When I was younger, I was a cobra In every case, I wanted to be cool Now that I'm older and sub-space is colder Just wanna say something true
Everybody wants perspective from a hill But everybody's wants can't make it past the window sill I can see you in yourt room at night The pictures on your walls Little forest scenes and high school halloweens But they don't come to you They don't come to you at all All houses dream in blueprints Our house dreams so hard Outside you can see my shoeprints I've been dreaming in your yard One of these days these days will end Thru the kitchen window the light will bend You'll be carving a pumpkin with a knife When someone at the table says "That's not what I call a life!" The elephants are so ashamed of their size Hosing down I tell them "you got pretty eyes" Out in the backyard I used to make like I was a cowboy I'd set my dog before a hoop and say "now boy, now boy!" When the governer's heart fails The state bird falls from its branch Icicles on hell's higher hills Meanwhile back home at the ranch I still get up early in the morning And I never knew a better place I believe the stars are the headlights of angels Driving from heaven to save us To save us Won't you look at the sky? They're driving from heaven into our eyes And though final words are so hard to devise I promise that I'll always remember your pretty eyes Your pretty eyes
In 1984 I was hospitalized for approaching perfection Slowly screwing my way across Europe, they had to make a correction Broken and smokin' where the infrared deer plunge in the digital snake I tell you, they make it so you can't shake hands when they make your hands shake I know you like to line dance, everything so democratic and cool But baby there's no guidance when random rules I know that a lot of what I say has been lifted off of men's room walls Maybe I've crossed the wrong rivers and walked down all the wrong halls But nothing can change the fact that we used to share a bed And that's why it scared me so when you turned to me and said "Yeah, you look like someone Yeah you look like someone who up and left me low Boy, you look like someone I used to know" I know you like to line dance, everything so democratic and cool But baby there's no guidance when random rules I asked the painter why the roads are colored black He said, "Steve, it's because people leave And no highway will bring them back" So if you don't want me I promise not to linger But before I go I gotta ask you dear about the tan line on your ring finger No one should have two lives Now you know my middle names are wrong and right Honey we've got two lives to give tonight To give tonight To give tonight, oh oh oh oh oh
Are you honest when no ones lookin' Can you summon honey from a telephone They sat there with their hooks in the water And their mustaches caked with airplane glue Oh come let us adore them California overboard When the sun sets on the ghetto all the broken stuff gets cold Smith & jones forever Smith & jones forever Smith & jones Forever together Forever and ever Together Forever and ever Build a stage for autumns bitch They walk the alleys in duct tape shoes They see the things they need through the windows of a hatchback The alleys are the footnotes of the avenues Oh come let us adore them California overboard Holdin' up their trousers with extension cords Smith & jones forever Smith & jones forever Smith & jones Forever together Forever and ever Together Forever and ever Got two tickets to a midnight execution We'll hitchhike away from Odessa to Houston When they turn on the chair somethings added to the air When they turn on the chair somethings added to the air Forever To the air Forever Smith & jones Forever together Forever and ever Together Forever and ever
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They don't walk and they don't talk in Malibu. They don't vote and they don't smoke. I know you're blue… They don't cream and they don't dream in Kansas City. They don't crack and they don't act. I know you're ready… They don't cry and they don't die in South Dakota. They don't match and they don't hatch in South Dakota. Here comes the coda. Not much water coming over the hill…..
Moments can be monuments to you If your life is interesting and true. It's just the same for a man or a girl, The meaning of the world lies outside thw world. People love people and they understand if you wanna renovate your background mind (a federal woman needs a municipal man) people gotta synchronize to animal time. You can't change the feeling but you can change your feelings about the feeling in a second or two… People always come around. I'm studying the ceiling on a little afternoon and when I paint my dining room people gonna come around. I love to see a rainbow from a garden hose lit up like the blood of a centerfold I love the city and the city rain, suburban kids with biblical names. People ask people to watch their scotch. People send people up to the moon. When they return, well there isn't much. People be careful not to crest too soon. The drums march along at the clip of an I.V. drip like sparks from a muffler dragged down the strip. I really hope you'll come around. It's sunny and 75. It feels so good to be alive. Come on baby don't stay inside. Everybody's coming out tonight.
I see you gracefully swimming with the country club women in the Greenwood southside society pool. I love your amethyst eyes and your protestant thighs you're a shimmering socialite jewel. From the Carbon Dioxide Riding Academy to the children's crusade marching through the downtown. Well I think I'd die see, if you just said hi to me. When something breaks it makes a beautiful sound. Sometimes I feel like I'm watching the world and the world isn't watching me back. But when I see you, I know I'm in it too. The waves come in and the waves go back. The kids in the corner all covered in dirt. Caught trespassing under the moon. My father came in from wherever he'd been and kicked my shit all over the room. The room is dark and heavy with what I want to say. I see murals in the radio static and on your blue jeans. What would you say if I asked you to run away? It's been done so many times I hardly know what it means. I took these blue arrangements and threw them in the sea when older waves from older caves brought them back to me. I took these blue arrangements and stored them on a shelf. With change on the mantle and time in a candle, in the end a boy raises himself.
Up the hill past 694, at the stone wall make a left, And I will see you soon my friend if these old directions still direct. Is the problem that we can't see or is it that the problem is beautiful to me? The birds of Virginia are flying within ya And like background singers they all come in threes., Like background singers they all come in threes. Won't soul music change Now that our souls have turned strange. Once a day, twice a day... And when on and off collide We'll set our souls aside and walk away. We've been raised on replicas of fake and winding roads And day after day up on this beautiful stage We've been playing tambourine for minimum wage But we are real, I know we are real. Repair is the dream of the broken thing. Like a message broadcast on an overpass All my favorite singers couldn't sing. My ski vest has buttons like convenience store mirrors And they help me see, that everything in this room right now is a part of me. Won't soul music change Now that our souls have turned strange. Once a day, twice a day... And when on and off collide We'll set our souls aside and walk away. Realizing is how it feels inside when it happens to you. So I took a shot of sugar like snow dumped into the blood And children wander off into the ultra-economic But we are real I know we are real.
Send in the clouds Bring down the rain Shut all the blinds and turn out the lights I feel insane when you get in my bed I am the trick My mother played on the world Seventeen doctors couldn't decide Whether I should be allowed in the game Why can't monsters Get along with other monsters? Soi disantra, soi disantra Soi disantra I know a puppy Who walked from Kentucky Made to East Virginia by dawn He had seventeen ideas in his head Windex tears flow down the robot's face He never felt a mother's embrace My mama named me after a king I'm gonna bury my name in you Why can't monsters Get along with other monsters? Soi disantra, soi disantra Soi disantra
Like like the the the death Air crickets, air crickets, air crickets, air crickets, air Mother and child with magazine Into a story, into a dream Why is there something instead of nothing? And how is the asking built into the hunting? Do you believe in MGM endings? Everybody's coming back to Christmas for Texas Folks who've watched their mother kill an animal know That their home is surrounded by places to go And the west has made a deal with the sun My life at home every day Drinking Coke in a kitchen with a dog who doesn't know his name Alright, could've been anyone Grass rabbits, grass rabbits, grass rabbits, grass rabbits, grass Nobody cares about a dead hooker Looking like one, standing for many Life finds a limit at the edge of our bodies A stranger begins wherever I see her Let's live where the indoors and outdoors meet All the kids in the commonwealth are free Every morning you forgive me, every evening you relive me And the thing itself is what you give me And the morning has cut a deal with the east Like like the the the death Air crickets, air crickets, air crickets, air crickets, air
Back then I had a Buckingham rabbit. I'd been lonely since she found Christ. Now is the time to depend on the law: the nights of my professional life. I was living in a very young city. Grand piano, great lakes, good-bye. If you ask me my name, it's high-low-jack in the game. I can track a single bee to the hive. Every single game was a blowout. And the Nascar blurred into porn. Scenic this, scenic that, don't fall for the traps of the man who was never born. And so the rent became whiskey, and then my life became risky: shattered dogs on the rocks. At the back of the bar there's a couch where the lonely people go and lie. They talk to the honky tonk psychiatrist into the wee hours of the night. The factories on muscle relaxers. The pine perfume of hilltown floors. The lover, the thinker, the talker, the singer won't be lucid for her anymore. (chorus) When you know how I feel I feel better When you're 15 you want to look poor. Do unto others, and run like a mother I don't want to look poor anymore Jesus in a runaway shelter, said "The deaf have pictures of you." From the digital fountains to the analog mountains, let the mirror express the room.
Radio's on, feeling all right Cruising the strip on a Saturday night Smile and I wave and I hide all my pain But the sign on my bumper gives me away Honk if you're lonely tonight If you need a friend to get through the night A toot on your horn, a flash of your brights Honk if you're lonely tonight I know honky-tonk where we can go A booth in the back with the lights way down low The jukebox is playing a sad melody For heart-broken lovers just like you and me We'll laugh and we'll flirt and we'll dance every dance And 'fore the night's over we'll take a chance The morning will find us with a smile on our face And we'll be together in a lover's embrace Honk if you're lonely tonight If you need a friend to get through the night A toot on your horn, a flash of your brights Honk if you're lonely tonight I know it seems sad to be so damn blue But there's always the chance that you'll meet someone new I know that somewhere waiting for me Is a sad lonely lover with a bumper that reads Honk if you're lonely tonight If you need a friend to get through the night A toot on your horn, a flash of your brights Honk if you're lonely tonight (I am so) Honk if you're lonely tonight Honk if you're lonely tonight
I wrote a letter to a wildflower on a classic nitrogen afternoon. Some power that hardly looked like power said I'm only perfect in an empty room. Four dogs in the distance each stands for a kindness. Bluebirds lodged in an evergreen altar… I'm gonna shine out in the wild silence and spurn the sin of giving in. Oil paintings of x-rated picnics. Behind the walls of medication I'm free. Every falling leaf in a compact mirror hits a target that we can't see. Grass grows in the icebox. The year ends in the next room It is autumn and my camouflage is dying instead of time there will be lateness and let forever be delayed. I died my hair in a motel void met the coroner at the Dreamgate Frontier He took may hand said I'll help you boy ff you really want to disappear Four dogs in the distance each stands for a silence. Bluebirds lodged in an evergreen altar… I'm gonna shine out in the wild kindness and hold the world to its word.
When God was young He made the wind and the sun And since then It's been a slow education And you got that one idea again The one about dying Oh, oh, oh I'm lightning Oh, oh, oh I'm rain Oh, oh, oh it's frightning I'm not the same I'm not the same I'm not the same There's a screen door banging in the wind Remember you wanted to be like George Washington back then Everybody going down on themselves No pardon me's or fair thee wells in the end And you got that one idea again The one about dying Oh, oh, oh I'm lightning Oh, oh, oh I'm rain Oh, oh, oh it's frightning I'm not the same I'm not the same I'm not the same
I'm gonna love you for a hundred years Through suffering and celebration, dear 'Cause only you can make my lies come true You can make lies real And you can make me feel Like drinking wine in the shade all afternoon You keep finding and reminding me That you only can be kind to me When you got with me and started dreaming my dreams But, darling, there's a gun in the garland And you need to know That the dream is not all dream Room games and diamond rain It's a fox hunt It's an f stop It's a ten acre wood Outbound on a western train It costs a quarter, man Out on the border land I can dance real good Real good A freight train rattles a chandelier And if we're like plug in reindeer Whose cords can't stretch far enough to fly We're gonna take a ride in the dirt We're gonna die 'til it doesn't hurt Then they can bury us side by side Room games and diamond rain It's a fox hunt It's an f stop It's a ten acre wood Outbound on a western train It costs a quarter, man Out on the border land I can dance real good Real good
The sun and the shutters and the sun shattered hair. The butler hesitates at the top of the stairs. A kitten from Great Britain sleeps behind the drapes. An old silver bowl filled with apples and grapes. It's so very cold in the mansion after sunset Snow is blowing through the baseboard outlets. And I have no idea what drives you mister. tanning beds explode with rich women inside. All my poor hungry children x3 Time will break the world x3 The snow falls down so beautiful and stupid Fore the black silhouette of Abraham Lincoln trees The sky is low like a Japanese table. And the horse's legs look like four brown shotguns The icicles are dripping like the whole house is weeping On an evil little car with gull-wing doors. And I have no idea what drives you mister But I've killed you in my mind so many times before. All my poor hungry children x3 Time will break the world x3
He almost walked into a wall Oh, man, she was a sight to see And at the party down the hall He said, "you are the highest apple in the tree" Out the window, in the harbor he saw a little ship The moon was worn just slightly on the right And they slow danced so the needle wouldn't skip Until the room was filled with light And I remember you And I remember me The sunshine walking inside you And the man you could see in me So I remember me And I remember you So many beautiful days in a row now And the nights were perfect, too Hand in hand down a waterslide in Chattanooga They did not hide from love, you see A winter's plane flight to Aruba Where he threw a boombox into the sea One day they were cutting flowers for something to do On the bank of the road 'neath the cotton woods And he turned to her to ask if she'd marry him When a runaway truck hit him where he stood So I remember you And I remember you And I remember you And I remember me And I remember me A blackhawk nailed to the sky And the tape is from the trees Everybody said she needed to move on That he was all but lost, so deep was his coma When he finally came to the girl he loved was long gone She'd married a banker and gone to Oklahoma He bought a little land with the money from the settlement And even bought the truck that had hit him that day He touched the part where the metal was bent And if you were there you wouldn't hear him say I remember her And I remember him I remember them I remember then I'm just remembering I'm just remembering Just remembering I'm just remembering
I'm drunk on a couch in Nashville In a duplex near the reservoir And every single thought is like a punch in the face I'm like a rabbit freezing on a star On the wrong side of Sunday morning Shattered in the terrible light Working for a bankrupt circus On the wrong side of Saturday night And I wanna be like water if I can 'Cause water doesn't give a damn Water doesn't give a damn Chased by a floating hatchet You can't just shoot your way out and go I could tell you things about this wallpaper That you'd never ever want to know But there's an alter in the valley For the things in themselves as they are And the triumph the obstacle And horseleg swastikas I wanna take a ride on the back of a sunbird Up into the highest number Up into the highest number And I wanna be like water if I can 'Cause water doesn't give a damn Water doesn't give a damn
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Let's go hunting blackbirds, let's throw snowballs from the bridge The fireplace burns backwards, let's not and say we did. There's a trapdoor in the country where we can disappear. These giant evergreens are a promise redeemed Let's walk down the glassy top of a frozen pasture stream Our minds can dream like soda machines And that's exactly what we did. Let's ride down the ridge to the military bridge You can't be against forever, let's not and say we did. There's a party in the country, where we can disappear. Dig if you will, a picture of you girl Finding the fiercest way to live We can ride all day in a one horse open sleigh And that's exactly what we did. And that's exactly what we did.
I saw the river playing in the valley Rushing 'round a bend and skipping stones I saw the meadow wobble in the moonlight I've come to get my girl and take her home Her doorbell plays a bar of Stephen Foster Her sister never left and look what it cost her We're gonna live in Nashville and I'll make a career Out of writing sad songs and getting paid by the tear Marry me and leave Kentucky Come to Tennessee 'Cause you're the only ten I see You're the only ten I see I've looked through offices and honky-tonks for men man enough to be Mr. and Mrs. Tennessee Mr. and Mrs. Tennessee Punk rock died when the first kid said "Punk's not dead, punk's not dead" You know Louisville is death, we've got to up and move Because the dead do not improve Goodbye users and suckers, steady bad luckers We're off to the land of club soda unbridled We're off to the land of hot middle-aged women Off to the land whose blood runneth orange Marry me and leave Kentucky Come to Tennessee 'Cause you're the only ten I see You're the only ten I see I've looked through offices and honky-tonks for men man enough to be Mr. and Mrs. Tennessee Mr. and Mrs. Tennessee
I love the sound of a jukebox playin' So I sit here while she's staying home Watching Dalls on TV I love the taste of whiskey straight The strongest thing she ever takes Is a sip from a small glass of chablis I've got that Friday night fever Sometimes a man just needs a breather She knows I love her and I need her And I'm no cheater I've just got that Friday night fever She wouldn't change me if she could I wouldn't change her, she's too good Sometimes a man just needs a change of pace I've heard all those come on lines But I go home at closing time I know no one could ever take her place I've got that Friday night fever Sometimes a man just needs a breather She knows I love her and I need her And I'm no cheater I've just got that Friday night fever
I wish I lived in the power and light I wish it wasn't Saturday night 'Cause I can't raise hell No, I can't raise hell for two I wish I had a thousand bucks I wish I was the Royal Trux But mostly I wish I wish I was with you When I was summoned to the phone I knew in my bones that you had died alone We'd never been promised there will be a tomorrow So let's just call it the death of an heir of sorrows The death of an heir of sorrows I have not avoided certainty It has always just eluded me I wish I knew I wish i knew for true I wish I had a rhinestone suit I wish I had a new pair of boots But mostly I wish I wish I was with you We'd never been promised there will be a tomorrow So let's just call it the death of an heir of sorrows The death of an heir of sorrows
Where's the paper bag that holds the liquor? Just in case I feel the need to puke If we'd known what it'd take to get here Would we have chosen to, would we have chosen to? So you wanna build an altar on a summer night? You wanna smoke the gel off a fentanyl patch Ain'tcha heard the news, Adam and Eve were Jews? And I always loved you to the max I loved you to the max I loved you to the max I loved you to the max If it gets really, really bad If it ever gets really, really bad Let's not kid ourselves If it's really, really bad Punks in the beerlight Burnouts in love Punks in the beerlight Toulouse-Lautrec Punks in the beerlight Two burnouts in love I always loved you to the max I loved you to the max I love you to the max I love you to the max I love you to the max I love you to the max I love you to the Max
Where does an animal sleep when the ground is wet? Cows in the ballroom chickens in the farmer's corvette Sometimes a pony Sometimes a pony Sometimes a pony gets depressed How does an animal see once the sun is set? Bandits in the capital limited civilian unrest Sometimes a pony Sometimes a pony Sometimes a pony gets depressed What kind of animal needs to smoke a cigarette? Grass in the pasture is sharper than a bayonette Sometimes a pony Sometimes a pony Sometimes a pony gets depressed Happiness won't leave me alone says a bird in his nest Get a load of this fuckin' view its the best in the west Sometimes a pony Sometimes a pony Sometimes a pony gets depressed
I've been living in a k-hole Ever since you went away I've been down here day after day I'd rather live in a trash can Than see you happy with another man Closed sign swinging in the window of the liquor store Better get inside the kingdom and close the door Andre was a young black Santa Claus He didn't want to be like his daddy was Better take the gun with you when you go He'd rather be dead than anything he knows Girl in the special economic zone Closed sign swinging in the window of the liquor store Better get inside the kingdom and close the door
Gold and Green Red and Blue Are the lights on the signs that line Charlotte avenue. From the corner window, I watch the falling white flakes. God must be carving the clouds into animal shapes. Animal shapes, animal shapes God must be carving the clouds into animal shapes. We have no goodwill, no goodwill to give. To those who try to take away the things we need to live. Friend, this is from your friend, offa Natchez Trace. The last dream left worth believin' starts with animal shapes. Animal shapes, animal shapes Nothing better get in the way of whatever it takes. Later on, somewhere else, I said some things I didn't mean. Yes, I know everybody's on a first name basis with the king. From a corner window, I watch the falling snowflakes. God must be carving the clouds into animal shapes. Animal shapes, animal shapes God must be carving the clouds into animal shapes
Baby won't you take this magnet Maybe put my picture back on the fridge I must've been crazy to let you get away like you did Like a brown bird nesting in a Texaco sign I got a point of view And the kicker is that I'm getting back Into getting back Into you I guess over time we became ducks I never seemed to see you much Then the world turned and got away We fell out of touch I've been working at the airport bar It's like Christmas in a submarine Wings and brandy on a winter's night I guess you wouldn't call it a scene Now my ex-wife's living in the suburbs with her guru and her mom Now she finds her consolation in the stardust of a barn You can call it a spinoff, say it's a knockoff, title it part two But I'm getting back Into getting back Into getting back into you
Fast cars, fine ass These things will pass And it won't get more profound Time is a game Only children play well How can I love you If you won't lie down My youth for a bell Who's who in hell My kingdom for a crown Time is a game Only children play well How can I love you If you won't lie down
The river winds 'round these little green hills, And stays in the woods for days. We were built to consider the unmanifested, And make of love an immaculate place. I hear a smile and a tear in you voice. Don't lay the groundwork for a case of remorse. When you feel that first ice cold twist in the wind. I'll come back the way that I came. Shot of dixie hemlock will take care of the pain Now a man keeps his money folded square in his pocket And doesn't take everything that he could. He'll rise like a lion and line himself up With the poor, the fair, and the good. When you feel that first ice cold twist in the wind Will you hang a lamp at the end of the lane? Black-eyed susans from the Maryland shore. We'll trim back the thorns around the hospital door. More will be seen than will be understood. Go with the poor, the fair, and the good. The poor, the fair, and the good.
I heard they were taming the shrew I heard the shrew was you You might as well say fuck me 'cause I'm gonna keep on Keep on loving you I'd crawl over 50 yards of broken Glass just to hold on your hand Sleeping is the only love Sleeping is the only love I had this friend, his name was Marc with a C His sister was like the heat coming off the back of an old TV Their folks were slain in their Red Boiling Springs home It was the worst of the Lord, some of the worst of the Lord Later, I come to find Life is sweeter than Jewish wine Give a box of candy or a foot massage Some people don't take the time I'd crawl over 50 yards of burning Coals just to make it with you-oo-oo Sleeping is the only love Sleeping is the only love Sleeping is the only love
The lights went out in New York Then they went out in Goshen I got stuck in Goshen and that was sad. The townsolf stared hard Like their minds had been marred By life in a district so downtrodden and drab. I flagged down a stranger In a worn wooden wheelchair And when I asked if he knew of a hotel He said "if I get your meaning Then I'm definitely leaning Towards recommending the Farmer's Hotel." As I left to find the place A mother loooked me in the face And whispered "please sir, not the Farmer's Hotel." Once where I was headed She swore I would regret it Though what might happen she wouldn't foretell. The old place it was vicious Wicked and pernicious "Please stay clean of that rank abbatoir" Though her words alarmed me I was stuck until morning And in the end we must be who we are. With no light on the door I wasn't quite sure If a night clerk was working within From behind a red curtain Limped a perilous person He appeared to have some egg on his chin. This old yankee warlock Brushed back a gray forelock And bid me to sign in the book With no bonhomie He proffered the key Never once did he give me a look. I thanked the old codger And in my role as the lodger I headed upstairs for to sleep There was no air of slumber The doors, they had no numbers Which room was intended for me? The passage kept on going Like the carpet was flowing Towards that thing at the end of the hall My own eyed had adjusted This account can be trusted Because I know that I saw what I saw. I heard animal noises And tangled up voices Chanting more and of rumors of more There's no natural law That can explain what I saw Spread out on that straw-covered floor. Now I've put an ocean Between myself and Goshen To get away from the Farmer's Hotel If you get a nation To travel to Goshen Please stay away from the Farmer's Hotel The lights went out in Goshen Just like poetry in motion And I checked into the Farmer's Hotel Things to unclean Are better left unseen Please keep away from the Farmer's Hotel
There is a place past the blues I never want to see again THere is a place past the blues I never want to see Black planet Black freighter Black sea Police conversation 1783 I saw God's shadow on this world I saw God's shadow on this world I saw God's shadow on this world I saw God's shadow on this world I could not love the world entire There grew a desert in my mind I took a hammer to it all Like an insane medieval king I saw God's shadow on this world I saw God's shadow on this world I saw God's shadow on this world I saw God's shadow on this world I could not love the world entire There grew a desert in my mind I took a hammer to it all I took a hammer to it all I saw God's shadow on this world...
What is not but could be if What could appear in the morning mist With all associated risk What is not but could be if What was not but could have been Was my obsession way back when Now I just remember this What is not but could be if What is not but could be if We could be crossing This abridged abyss into beginning And failure's got you in its grasp And you're reaching for your very last It's just beginning One has lived life carelessly If he or she has failed to see That the truth is not alive or dead The truth is struggling to be said So how do we get out of this? Family shadows all of this Through what is not but could be if With all associated risk What is not but could be if We could be crossing This abridged abyss into beginning And failure's got you in its grasp And you're reaching for your very last It's just beginning
Aloysius was a bluegrass drummer He was just a normal kid Blooming, tripping flowing under Just as I once did At a 24 hour restaurant Open to the end of time He was washing dishes there When he met brick butterfly She was a no age singer for a country act Working at a region ten She was all strung out on hard street fat But he didn't know it then First a look then a spark Sound of Velcro in the dark His heart is spinning like a bicycle wheel She and he laid the stems down flat In the middle of a field Brick butterfly had a history Of sleeping with the kitchen staff She was a hardcore gobbler And longtime guzzler of hydrogenated crap Suet, tallow, liquid squeals Great mounds of plastic lard That's what she got the lad to steal On the night that he got fired Aloysius woke at five am The hungry girl was gone There was blood in the bedding Forks in the ceiling And bones all over the lawn Like any strong young poet would He packed his bags for region ten I guess now I know him less than I ever knew him then Yes I guess I know him even less than I ever knew him then
Planes on the downtown skyline is a sight to see for some It ought to make a few reputations in the cult of number one While these seconds turn these minutes into hours of the day All these doubles drive the dollars and the light of day away Suffering jukebox, such a sad machine You're all filled up with what other people need And they never seem to turn you up loud Got a lot of chatterboxes in this crowd Suffering jukebox in a happy town You're over in the corner breakin' down They always seem to keep you way down low The people in this town don't want to know Well, I guess all that mad misery must make it seem to true to you But money lights your world up, you're trapped, what can you do? You got Tennessee tendencies and chemical dependencies You make the same old jokes and malaprops on cue Suffering jukebox, such a sad machine You're all filled up with what other people need Hardship, damnation and guilt Make you wonder why you were even built Suffering jukebox in a happy town You're over in the corner breaking down They always seem to keep you way down low The people in this town don't want to know
I take decaf coffee Two sugars and one cream I don't see the use in staying up Just to watch tv I unplug all the neon Turn the ringer off the phone Throw my thoughts like tomahawks Into this world which I disown Because the pillow that i dream on Is the threshold of a kingdom Is the threshold of a world Where I'm with you Its a dark and snowy secret And it has to do with heaven And what looks like sleep Is really hot pursuit I hold your picture in my mind It makes me warm when I'm cold It gets me up, it makes me walk It makes me question what I'm told Somewhere in a foggy atlas Lookout mountain, lookout sea First life takes time, then time takes life Now the next move's up to me Because the pillow that I dream on Leads to some fantastic glory It's a threshold of a world I can't ignore Like time on school from heaven Did you find me sleeping in your doorway Now I'm here for good I won't leave you anymore
Squirrels imported from Connecticut Just in time for fall How much fun is a lot more fun Not much fun at all What's with all the handsome grandsons In these rock band magazines? And what have they done with the fat ones? The bald and the goatee'd? Strange victory! Strange victory! Strange victory! Strange defeat A tale is told of a band of squirrels Who lived in defiance of defeat They woke up in the nightmare world Of craven mediocrity They said, "We're coming out of the black patch! We're coming out of the pocket! We're calling into question Such virtue gone to seed!" Chorus (x2)
Open Field Open field with a window Open field with no child Open Field
Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C. I lived with my true love and she lived with me. "Romance is the douche of the bourgeoisie" Was the very first thing she imparted to me We had sarcastic hair, we used lewd pseudonyms We got a lot of stares on the street back then. Since her dad, a local barber, had been beaten to death She had become a vocal martyr in the vegan press The cops had failed, they couldn't catch a bus They were looking for a male with a bad hair cut Enter tumbleweed, exit love and our affaire d'amour Was set on self-destruct. She said "you don't make enough to provide for me." I said "what about the stuff that we quote believe?" She said "I left that on the sands of history I've found a new man to take care of me He dresses for success and emergency And he moves a lot of concrete on the QVC." Little, asian, deadly, like a cobra in the shade Sat in the midst of the smoke that he made His name was Mr. Games and he owned the place It was a lonely bar and grill in the Lower Haight He had a jeweler's hands and a blurry face He knew I needed a chance so he gave me a break. "If I hire you now, can you start today? I got a high-rise job down by the bay. Just a couple of rocks and some firearms There's not many locks and just one alarm My step-son Gene will pick you up and drive Try to be his friend, he's got a friendly side." Doll-house lightning and the next thing I knew We were back at our point of rendezvous. I was in the possession of burglary tools Children's fur coats and diamonds and jewels Gene's talking about insignificant shit Just like crooks in the movies when they do that bit. He said the power of metal will never be harnessed. I thought the wages of metal should be heavily garnished. We were waiting for his dad to meet us there Gene took off his hat and I noticed his hair It was neatly trimmed but a patch was bare I knew it wasn't the wave, it was human error. Before I knew what I said, I said "killer cut." I watched him silently putting out a cigarette butt. Then he came at me with some fist cuisine I had to duck aside and that was bad for Gene Cause when he went by me he tripped and fell Through the glass coffee table at the Wong hotel. Right there and then Mr. Games walked in With my ex-true love on his gamy limb. So her dad's killer's dad was her new beau And Games had a wife, whatta you know? She got real real quiet till we chucked the kid Then she went her way and I went his. Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C.
Pain works on a sliding scale So does pleasure in a candy jail True love doesn't come around any more than fate allows On a Monday in Ft. Lauderdale I came all this way to see your grave To see your life as written paraphrased I have tried be it is written in the furnace of affliction This is what you couldn't face Life in a candy jail with peppermint bars Peanut brittle bunk beds and marshmallow walls Where the guards are gracious and the grounds are grand The warden keeps the data on your favorite brands Jelly beans and cookie dough Country restroom on the radio I got a number on my name It's hard to rise above the shame I'm a branded man made in the mold These terms engulf the waking mind Like cherry, grape and lemon-lime Like candy corn and licorice Like bubble gum and Swedish fish It happens to me all the time Living in a candy jail with peppermint bars Peanut brittle bunk beds and marshmallow walls Where the guards are gracious and the grounds are grand The warden really listens and he understands
Father drove a steamroller Momma was a crossing guard. She got rolled when he got steamed And I got left in charge Living in a little town with my pedigree in charge I chopped down a weakened willow tree And built this party barge Ports of call, dayglo bait Why not see a legend while it's still being made? Think it's kind of squirrelly when you're sleeping in the park Jam too far propagating in the night My colleagues and associates have kicked out all the lights Like I said they say, nothing stops a party barge "This is lake directory, calling party barge. I'm on the phone with pump control, they say you are at large Send us your coordinates, we'll send a Saint Bernard" Think it's kind of squirrelly when you're sleeping in the park Chicken fried pigeon in a sunny jane sauce Satan's jeweled laughter has your wife in its claws Like I said they say, nothing stops a party barge "Send us your coordinates, I'll send a Saint Bernard. Send us your coordinates, I'll send a Saint Bernard. Send us your coordinates, I'll send a Saint Bernard. This is lake directory, calling party barge."
Way way out past where the sidewalks disappear And up through bright blue blocks of sky Where the days turn to weeks in the months the year And we're together, you and I. We could be looking for the same thing, If you're looking for someone. We could belong to each other, If you're not seeing anyone. I hope I don't come across as a coyote in your eyes But I've been around some and I've seen Enough to know we could both spend happy lives Inside the days of you and me. We could be looking for the same thing, If you're looking for someone. We could belong to each other, If you're not seeing anyone.
Canada Canada Minnesota, Quebec, Montreal, Calgary Lonely, had a beer, had some money Traded in, gave my money, took my hat At the border, where's it at? On a fair book, took my pants, now they're hot I was in the Alberta Territories They told me a story of oil But it never came true I never flew down past Aurora All the new wave girls I met Wearing cowboy boots on Cowboy hats on their heads Living the good life style Wanna see the world, come on, you're for Canada Canada Minnesota, took my woman Went aboard, had a gun Wore it out, got back In time, to go rent And the hockey boys were the best Best team in the world
On a snowy mountaintop Two rams go head to head The horns go squawk The horns go squawk And I'm looking for my snowy bed A snowy bed I left back there I don't know the way I dream about the swarm I dream about the swarm I dream about the swarm I dream about the swarm A walnut falcon comes flying down Wingspan as long as this town Sees the prey in its little black eye The eye is shifting Looking for the place I go Then the walnut falcon will soar Will soar Into my arms Away from the harm I dream about the swarm I dream about the swarm I dream about the swarm I dream about the swarm
I don't know what I wanna feel I just gotta think I think it's real I can't think I thought about you today You just try and want to go away Drive my teachers make my heart go fly Who wants to go walk and run and fly Try to figure out the fragments of time I'm just wasting all my life and time All of the fragrance I can remember Makes these 1990's December Makes these 1999's December Makes these 1999's December
The soap opera fags, the soap opera fags I met them last night, they were alright, alright Come back And all of the kids with their little do's and did's And their don'ts and their but's and their won't's Make me jagged
You wanted it The priceless sword You're close to dying Close the door You wanted it The priceless sword You're close to dying Close the door I see it all there I see it behind you Behind your Southern mind Crystal clear Haunted call And he wants to be All by himself beside the sea Haunted all And he wants to be Beside himself by the sea I see it all there I see it behind you Behind your Southern mind It's all there Kick the can And he kicked the sand He kicked it in the face of another man Kick the can And he kicked the sand Kicked it in the face of another man And I seen it there I see it behind you Behind your Southern mind And it's all new And it's all new
I heard Bobby cry "rise above, run out the door" Pour myself a drink, dial up my whore On the day I was born someone didn't shine Picked up my shovel, walked to the mine There are bits of Saturday Wolverine chasing me through the snow It's a deadly afternoon I was in cunts I didn't even know I've always had the right To trust my light I've fallen in love with my life I've got rights I love the rights, I love the rights, yeah I always wanted to be a hero I always wanted to die young When's my time to go? I lost my nerve in the snow I heard Bobby cry "rise above" He ran out the door Susan broke his heart My heart was broken too He ran down Willow Avenue He ran along as hard as he could He was a Jew with all his heart I've always had the right To trust my life I've fallen in love with my life I've got rights
Welcome to the house of the bats Welcome to the house of the bats (baby) Welcome to the house of the bats Welcome to the house of the bats Staircase is black Staircase is black Staircase is black I could probably climb to the top of the staircase I could probably climb to the Welcome to the house of the bats Where my family is napping Welcome to the house of the bats (my friends hang there) Welcome to the house of the bats (Halloween is the queen of the night) Welcome to the house of the bats (and she's Smeared with Vaseline, and it's night) Pulled up in a '77ish (staircase is black) Got on a card sweatshirt Nothing on the back Welcome to the house of the bats (my baby) Welcome to the house of the bats (my baby) Welcome to the house of the bats (my baby) Staircase black (don't forget to leave your hat) Staircase black My mom found this Frederick Remington sculpture called "Cowboy Descending Mountain" at a Petersburg flea market for $ 800. It's seven foot tall, but at the bottom it said " Copyright Frederick Remington," and, uh, we want to know Whether that's a real Frederick Remington or if it was Like, poured out of a mold, and it's, uh, made out of bronze Welcome to the house of the bats Welcome to the house of the bats (my baby) Welcome to the house of the bats (my baby) Staircase black Staircase black You know that staircase is black You know that staircase is black Staircase is black You know that staircase is black Staircase, staircase, staircase, staircase Staircase, staircase, staircase, staircase
The name people see beside music you add, playlists you share, and songs you queue in an Online Jukebox. Changing it renames you everywhere you have already been credited. Leave it empty to go back to the name on your Google account.
Takes the place of the picture on your Google account. Square pictures look best; anything else is cropped to the middle and shrunk before it is saved.
Which way the Visible to All / In My Private Jukebox choice starts on every import screen. Every import still shows the choice, so you can go the other way on any one of them.
Choose how Suffering Jukebox selects the next song when Shuffle is on.
Connect a full Spotify Premium account to play matched songs through Spotify — background play and lock-screen controls without uploading MP3s. Discovery and unmatched songs still use YouTube. Spotify Lite or Mini do not work.
You already use one Google account on both sites. Turn this on to keep shuffle preference in sync, and so Analytics can colour listening from each site separately.
Private audio files you upload power Background Play on your phone. They stay on your account only — normal listening still uses YouTube. Everyone gets 500 MB.
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