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Twilight Eyes
03:56
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TWILIGHT EYES
They let me out just to celebrate
Another year since the parents made their great mistake
Ever in search of a knife for the cake
Raided pockets for an evening's fare
Took the train down and walked in circles 'round the square
Until all the pot smoke was stronger than air
When fortune dropped a twenty dollar bill
So little but enough to keep me out until
Twilight
Took some shelter where the noise was less
Saw you sitting there impeccably eccentrically dressed
A few hours down still genetically blessed
Never thought of ever needing to
Nothing doing always seemed to be the only thing to do
In the unlikely event of a dream coming true
But beautiful, you've got me beguiled
And it's too late now for waitresses to smile
So twilight eyes, can i be yours tonight?
Don't waste it all alone
Should tomorrow show you wouldn't rather know
Just pack me full of straw and point me home
As anyone can see it isn't up to me
So it will always be an impossibility
Maybe there's a record on your shelf
Maybe take me to your room so i can hear it for myself
Twilight eyes, can i be yours tonight?
Don't waste it on our own
Should tomorrow show you wouldn't rather know
Just pack me full of straw and point me home
Pack me full of straw and point me home
Twilight eyes -- can i be yours tonight?
Twilight eyes -- can i be yours tonight?
Twilight eyes -- can i be yours tonight?
Twilight eyes
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LET'S MAKE THIS YEAR COUNT
Been a few days of snow but i only know what the weather bird sings
Keep a heater that turns until the room burns and the window sweat clings
There are some days you don't want to get up
And then it's the day you find that you don't
Books that once lined the wall, piled up in the hall, record stacks on the floor
So long Miller and Marx, Decemberists, Sparks, with The Best of The Doors
Take what you can get though it never adds up
And what you have left is never enough
So let's make this year count, let's make this year count
'Cause last year bottomed out but that was then and this is now
Oh what dull tragedy in an english degree though forgiven when young
As the old slacker charm will no longer disarm it's confess or be hung
Stavely girls aren't impressed, city wives pay no mind
To first borns confused by quotation marks "life"
So let's make this year count, let's make this year count
'Cause last year bottomed out but that was then and this is now
No redemption or great revelation
No relief from complete enervation
But there is no doubt that this year can't amount to
Another confounded in fear
So let's make it count since we're here
Call it quits, admit the absence fits
So certain it's not worse than keeping warm
Couldn't fake for how long it would take
To stay awake and pray for chloroform
Or maybe something more formidable
So let's make this year count
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3. |
Oh! This Sensitive Skin
02:41
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OH! THIS SENSITIVE SKIN
When the idiot wakes, the sigh of anguish as daylight breaks
Every morning it takes a little longer to start
Why the idiot goes stiff to shaking nobody knows
But once put into clothes -- almost looking the part
Don't hold out a hand to one who can't understand it
Untouchable in this sensitive skin
Couldn't begin to explain
You can't stand too still
That's the way all the slow ones are killed
You never know if he'll spill or just shut down
Don't bother to bend for one who can't comprehend it
Untouchable in uncomfortable skin
Feeling it thinning away
Oh this sensitive skin is coming open again
Oh this sensitive skin is coming open again
Oh, this sensitive skin!
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4. |
Come Over Tonight
03:41
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COME OVER TONIGHT
Come over, come over tonight
Sorry to say that i'm too weak to fight fair
God knows i haven't the right to ask you again
Still come when you can
Does it seem so far away? To think of before we had nothing to say
There is no price i'm not willing to pay, none i can afford
Predictably i'm all askew, completely confused, at a loss at what to do
So that is why i am now begging you to come to my door
But you've heard this before
Come over, come over tonight
There is no telling the way that this might end
You can tie both my hands tight if it eases your mind
Oh, what a bind!
We can watch a movie we've already seen, if you know what i mean
Since for long enough i have been wrong enough often enough you'll agree
Come over, come over tonight
As ever i'm sorry to be so unsightly
But even if only in spite, come over tonight
Come over tonight
(I'm dragging this on)
Come over tonight
(Just to see you at dawn)
Come over
(I'm dragging this on)
Come over tonight
(Just to see you at dawn)
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5. |
No Promises To Keep
03:26
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NO PROMISES TO KEEP
Is it so strange, dear? what we have arranged here in between
An even peace without a lease, any ending clean
But i'd never say, dear, forever i'd stay here where i fell
When it comes to love i'm not above throwing myself down the well
'Cause i don't need another making it worse
I don't need a lover just maybe a nurse
To wake me up and put me back to sleep
Leaving me no promises to keep
Had always been so unappealing that this unfamiliar feeling
Came to me uneasily and caught me all quite dumb
How quickly i become quieter than some-one should be
In all decency
So i'm gonna blow, dear, since knowing the fear is far too strong
Just let me make one last mistake before you learn you're wrong
'Cause i don't need another making it worse
And i don't need a lover just maybe a nurse
To drag me up when i get in too deep
And save me with no promises to keep
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6. |
Hymn Of Ruin
04:13
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HYMN OF RUIN
The burning boy in the spinning bed, sugar-blood not sleeping
Windows open wide, damp cloth on his head, but no chill is keeping
When silence fails to bring him low, abandoned to the radio
A sound enough to make him slow 'til sleep comes creeping in
Then came the day of the sorting out: woodwinds, brass and drummers
Found the chosen boy with the floppy mouth, fitted out a hummer
You could hear his mate-less call underneath the caterwaul
The cutest flutist looks so small he's so far from her now
But it went too far before too long, from walking lines to chording
The distance grows with every song and never hears the phone ring
As spring was melting into bloom, he's occupied invoking gloom
Staying so long in his room becoming flood-stained -- oh
The easy promise barely kept while decency is rarely met
The once expecting soon forget, such hopeless rending
Borrows through the starving years, all reason falling on deaf ears
It doesn't matter no one hears -- the song's not ending (ha, ha, ha, ha)
But if you give your life to music then let music ruin your life
Just give your life to music and let music ruin your life
Just give your life to music
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7. |
Nothing Will
03:44
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NOTHING WILL
Drifting along, carrying on despite it
If courage is strong but i wouldn't know about that
As soon as it starts to find the right parts in their places
The way of all hearts but i wouldn't know about that
As a matter of fact
Took so long to learn it was always too late
To be good enough but much less great
But nothing will happen and nothing will change
When nothing will still nothing will remain
Taking the blame, changing my name to sorry
There are limits to shame but i wouldn't know about that
Is it so bad to be a cool dad in the suburbs?
To know what you had but i wouldn't know about that
Now it's after the fact
Took so long to learn it was always too late
To be good enough but much less great
But nothing will happen and nothing will change
When nothing will still nothing will remain
After coming so far on this doubt
There's just one thing i am certain about
That living is learning what you can live without
Took so long to learn it was always too late
To be good enough but much less great
But nothing will happen and nothing will change
When nothing will still nothing will remain
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8. |
The Girls In The Grass
04:21
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THE GIRLS IN THE GRASS
A cold April friday, afternoon's greyed-out skies
With kool-aid and crackers and week-ended eyes
Watching raincoated reporters outside
Of the house two days after he died
Down in the basement, trying to figure a sound
But jamming went nowhere so we just walked down
To 7-11 and spent all we had
And we said "it's too bad, it's too bad, it's too bad"
The rain didn't stop between daylight and dark
On the sad girls, their bad boys, who stood in the park
With sorrow and style on perfect display
To be captured and copied for sale the next day
With no-nothings still passing the blame
The first of them came
And they were the girls in the grass
Who dirtied their jeans after class
Sitting smoking and passing his picture
Reciting his lyrics like scripture
They would come for the day in the summer
Then get driven back home by one's mother
But when school came back in the autumn
Oh how quickly the lawn was forgotten
In urges to feel penetration
Commitments, convictions to degrees of education
The last boy in the band is still down in the basement playing all alone
While the girls in the grass all grew up to get homes of their own
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9. |
Always Something On
03:53
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ALWAYS SOMETHING ON
Looked so pious in your hustler white
With the "good news" version of the dying light
How could i resist such a tempting wrist?
A fitted pair of cuffs for two
There in the church where our families were taught
To spill the sordid truth before you're finally caught
We promised to forget a secret almost kept
A sentence safe for both of us to serve
To handle and to hold, until the body's cold
To kick until the feeling all falls out
Over the city we've never forgiven
Onto the streets where we got lost every time, looking for a way
You couldn't sleep until you knew you were winning
Wherever the line was drawn you always had something on
Barely there when every sunday breaks
Both knowing that God will only make mistakes
Our doubt was meant to prove we're not too scared to move
A situation's anodyne
Stuck together in a sardine pose
With obvious uncomfort being caught so close
But you could make me stay whenever you would say
"I've licked your skin and now you're mine for life"
At least until the night you took too big a bite
Now i still bleed whenever the moon is out
Over the city we've never forgiven
Onto the streets where we were lost every time, looking for a way
A hole in the wall in the room you left spinning
Even naked on the lawn, you always had something on
You always had something on
Run up the stairs, leave your shoes at the door
To walk broken glass on the nursery floor
And when there's nothing more
To make ourselves convinced despite all evidence
The threat of something more won't make you stay
So here's to the city we've never forgiven
And here's to the streets where we got lost every time, looking for a way
I was too young to be so cured of women
With a smile you were gone
You always had something on
You always had something on
You always had something on
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10. |
Painting The Walls
02:39
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PAINTING THE WALLS
One of these days i'm painting the walls
For all of the good it would do
It won't help forget this unyielding debt
Still Sylvia, thanks for the clue
Won't keep the windows open
Oven on and towels folded, blocking out the light
And in the morning when duty brings her 'round
To find me on the ground
One of these days when the river is full
And the pull is too strong to resist
Fill pockets with stones to hold down the bones
Virginia, if this too should miss
I'll leave the windows open
Sleeping with the cold wind falling on my face
And in the morning despite another try
The walls will still be dry
The bedroom windows broken
The front door that they broke-in, left barely hanging on
And in the morning it's just the same surprise
One of these days i'm painting the walls
And she won't have to call anymore
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11. |
An Only Song
04:20
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AN ONLY SONG
Have a history well-marked in red ink and false starts, of conquests not embarked
What promise shown in youth ever since unproved, now speaks just half the truth
But when taken by some visage with symmetrical appeal
Although shaken, the calm down will reveal
It was just a thought, don't get it wrong
It was just a thought and this is only a song
All stammer, stutter, pause, when apparations come demanding back applause
So find the closest wave and follow it away, at last nothing left to save
Pull the curtain when looking for no morning to come through
Never certain if it's worse than making do
It was just a thought, don't get it wrong
It was just a thought and this is only a song
It was just a thought, no matter how strong
It was just a thought and this is only a song
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12. |
To Sleep Alone
03:08
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TO SLEEP ALONE
Is it comical or cruel
To be exception to the rule?
Just find someone who'll stand your face
And make some monsters to take your place
Now is that so hard to embrace?
In the depths of depravity
No, not even a cavity
Ever since the first snowball
Hoping pity comes before the last roll call
But waiting in the dark turns blood to stone
And flesh into bone
To sleep alone, to sleep alone
To sleep alone, to sleep alone
Between the mirrors and remarks
You can't forget just how wrong you are
When every step takes twice as long for only half as far
Never took the common cure
Of sharing blame to help endure
All the punishing unknown
Just to end on your own
To sleep alone, to sleep alone
To sleep alone, to sleep alone
To sleep alone ...(repeat ad nauseam)
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