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I was never what you wanted. Was I girl?
You were lightning in a bottle. Twist and whirl.
Heard you had a nervous breakdown. Telekinetic pills.
Heard you're sleeping with the lights on now... Sweet clairvoyant thrills.
There were no crystal balls or convictions.
No diving rods or warnings.
No ethereal gifts from Heaven… but somehow…
I was – predicting the earthquake.
I was - predicting the earthquake.
You can blame it all on me. I’m so used to this.
You can say what you want about me. I don’t really care.
Let me ask ya one question. And I will close my lips.
How long did you think I’d put up – with your bully shit?
There were no crystal balls or convictions.
No diving rods or warnings.
No ethereal gifts from Heaven… but somehow…
I was – predicting the earthquake.
I was - predicting the earthquake
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Wagon
02:21
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I won’t linger on your doorstep.
I will knock twice then walk away.
There’s no comfort in the summer
When the sunshine is so far away.
So yeah… oh yeah…. I ‘m drinkin’ again.
Yeah oh yeah I’m drinkin’ again
I wrote you letters…. I sent them daily
Aint sure if you got them… I just wanted to say
That I’m sorry for all the dumb shit…
All the lying and messes I made…
And yeah… oh yeah… I’m drinkin’ again
Yeah oh yeah… I’m drinkin’ again.
Well that summer turned to fall
And then my fall turned to spring
If I could just rewind myself
I’d do it all a better way…
But yeah… oh yeah… I’m drinkin’ again
Yeah oh yeah… I’m drinkin’ again.
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Last of the Hellraisers
03:31
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Your hell raisin’ has finally done you in…
The cops are knockin’ on your door…
Your hell raisin’ has finally caught up with you…
Hangovers seem to steal your soul…
You’re the last of a dying breed..
If there’s a mutiny in heaven - you are the seed…
Your hell raisin’ has finally done you in…
Your bones ache from sleeping on floors.
Your hell raisin’ has finally caught up with you..
Your heart breaks just to answer the door…
You’re the last of a dying breed..
If there’s a mutiny in heaven - you are the seed…
Your hell raisin’ has finally done you in … my friend…
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Halloween Baby
03:01
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Your daddy was a tyrant, but he tried to be cool.
It didn’t take you long for you to know you hated school.
You always loved The Smiths. You listened to The Cure,
The Jesus and the Mary Chain and Psychedelic Furs.
Freddy Krueger was your friend and so was Charlie Brown.
You loved the movie “IT” but you always hated clowns
I’d lie there in your bed and listen to you breathe.
I’d make spooky little noises that always made you scream.
You were my Halloween Baby… punk rock heartbreak,
Jack-o-lantern girl gone crazy.
We both lived at the record store every other day,
And in my young but naieve heart I always hoped you’d stay.
But you left me anyway.
Left me holding the pain.
You were my Halloween Baby… punk rock heartbreak,
Jack-o-lantern girl gone crazy.
Underneath the moonlight of an autumn midnight kiss.
The fragile and the mystery all crashing into this…
Trick or Treat and candy corn, a cake that ‘s black and orange…
A beauty with a halo that’s made from devil horns…
You were my Halloween Baby… punk rock heartbreak,
Jack-o-lantern girl gone crazy.
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Girlfriend From Hell
03:14
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She seems like a sweetheart… her kiss leaves you tongue-tied
But its all an illusion… you find out at midnight.
Those blue eyes are hard to ignore…
You think she’s your sweetheart… well so does that other boy
And in your delusion… she plays you just like a toy
Those red lips will be the death of you… (her kisses will be the death of you…)
But you love... your girlfriend from hell.
She’ll be the death of you. She’ll be the death of you…. Red has turned to blue.
Well you’ve read this book so many times… it is memorized.
But in between lines you can sort out and mystify…
The correlation’s hard to ignore.
(the coronations hard to ignore)
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The Drew Barrymore Dream
03:05
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Let me tell you about a dream I started having late last Fall…
I was sitting at the top of a Ferris wheel at a little carnival.
Drew Barrymore was in the seat with me.
She kissed me and she smiled, then she winked
And she levitated into the night sky…
I don’t know why… I don’t know why
I always have the strangest dreams. Am I crazy?
Am I a lunatic or am I tripping daisies?
She’s not quite Poison Ivy when she rides in cars with boys,
And as I drift to sleep I wonder what she’s doing.
Will she be visiting me, or will she skip this one?
My re-occurring dreams unravel in the sun.
I always have the strangest dreams. Am I crazy?
Am I your lunatic or am I tripping daisies?
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Books About UFOs
02:44
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8. |
Fall Apart Heart
04:02
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Christmas and candles and dreams,
They mean a lot to me.
Oceans and paintings and things,
They mean a lot to me.
The moon that hangs over my head,
It means a lot to me.
The blanket you gave me to put on my bed,
It meant a lot to me.
And I - oh I – got a fall apart heart.
And I ‘m sick of the shit you’ve been saying.
And I’m tired of being accused.
A lover’s moon is dancing outside.
But we all just stand around confused.
And I – oh I – I got a fall apart heart
And good friends will betray you from all sides.
You may be too blind to see.
So Loser it up tonight
Like you’re the last man alive…
You can ride in the van with me…
And I …oh I … I got a Fall Apart Heart!
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He was always a fan of hayrides in the fall,
Halloween, New Years Eve and backyard football.
We used to argue endlessly about our favorite bands
But Westerberg stole my heart with his Replacements.
High school was an evil place – we never seemed to fit.
A Mohawk in a country town’s just asking for it.
I finally escaped that place and ran for my life.
But ghosts from the past have a way of hanging tight.
We’d stay in touch with emails once or twice a year.
And talk of how we’d someday get together for a beer.
He killed himself on Christmas Eve 2008.
A bullet was the only thing that could take away his pain.
And his hero was Joe Strummer.
His favorite album was Black Market Clash.
He was rock and roll.
He was rock and roll…
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Nasty Jassy
03:47
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All the boys…
Really love your movies.
They watch’em late at night…
They get lost within your eyes.
And you seem so sweet,
And a little bit nasty.
But that’s just what they need
You’re the girl of their dreams.
Just one kiss and they’ll all confess…
A single wish to be with you.
Jasmine Tame… all the boys, they love your name
And they’d do anything to be with you.
There’s no choice
I can hear it in your voice…
All those sweet and dirty moves you do…
Those secret things…
Require diamond rings
And all the boys will throw those gems to you…
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Stay
02:29
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I still love to walk alone. Still love the lights on Christmas night.
Still love the bars with all of my heart, but I rarely go inside.
And Dickerson quit his band again. Hooligan roared out of town.
McPherson left The Said So, but Buddah and J still come around.
Adam Miller is Adam Raymond. Kirkpatrick studies hard.
Friends blast in and out of my life like hobos in a train yard…
And the more things change… the more they stay the same…
I only wish you’d stay…. Stay with me…
Rickey owns a tattoo shop. I rarely see Tim anymore.
And all of the girls that I used to love are like mannequins in a Dollar Store.
I don’t know a soul at George’s. Buzzbin built a stage.
Waller’s still searching for Grohl, don’t give scotch to Jeremy James.
And the more things change… the more they stay the same…
I only wish you’d stay…. Stay with me…
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Art School Anthem
03:10
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You’re at the bar that you love.
Playing sad songs and sucking down shots.
Do you sing for the girl in the corner? I do. Yeah I do. I do.
Sad songs are happier this year.
C’mon darlin’ buy me one more beer.
You said you liked the painting that I gave you but it’s laying in your closet.
You know it is. I know it is.
And I remember baby’s breath scattered on the floor…
Pencils, paint and clay… Art School was a drag… anyway…
You are so proud of your scars.
I am unattractive to your heart.
I don’t even know what you are saying,. The last time that I saw you was a full moon and we both were wasted.
And I remember baby’s breath scattered on the floor…
The 90s slipped away… and Art School was a drag…
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13. |
Loser Down
05:42
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Lets clear the air my friend…
Lets blast some Slobberbone on the stereo again…
Lets empty the bar with all our noise…
Let’s sit and drink all night and talk about those tours…
Loser down. Loser down.
Lets make a mess of things again.
Drive 3000 miles to play for a couple of friends.
Write a song about some girl…
Close your eyes, sleep tight… this might be the end of the world…
Loser down. Loser down.
Lets clear the air my friend…
Blast The Said So on the stereo again…
Lets write a song about a girl…
Close your eyes, sleep tight… it might be the end of the world…
Loser down. Loser down.
Throw some beer on me again
I won’t cry and bitch like some of my friends
Write a song about a girl…
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14. |
Here Comes the Bear Paw
01:38
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The Most Beautiful Losers Canton, Ohio
Loud and sweaty. Quiet and hoarse. Ragged and glorious. Just as bands like The Replacements and Uncle Tupelo did, The Most Beautiful Losers play for the people. They love the dark. They like the dirge. They ride that razors edge between falling apart and blowing your mind. It's as simple as that. ... more
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