1. |
Into The Pudding
01:29
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2. |
Debora
02:53
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Get it on
Yeah right on through
In that buckskin back alley avenue
We were told from the start these days they never would last
Yet despite our best efforts I think that’s coming to pass
I see that twinkle in your eye
And it’s looking like you’re trying to start a fight
I said fine alright I’ll occupy the time
To define what’s right outside the line
Let it go
With it all
Won’t you please let me get along
I see you walkin down the street
You know Debora you should be standing here with me
Slipping a dozen truths into that one big lie
Sure don’t make no difference when we’re riding on your time
I’m walking behind
Leaving the door open too
Your style’s dime a dozen but it’s working for you
You’re looking pretty smart and pretty mean
Debora I crave your sympathy
Let it go
With it all
Won’t you please let me get along
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3. |
Harbour A Hand
03:06
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Quality is what you think you see before God’s choreography
Gets tangled in your synapses dreams
Oh please tell me you know what I mean
Well I could be sitting by a brook
Pouring out of your favorite book
Everything created by looking at what has really stuck
Misty magic on the breach
Jon told Bob told Rob told me
That I can see what I can see
Won’t you let the powers be
Well she told me coldly
Not to harbour a hand
But I could tell by that wayside glance that she had other plans
Well she told me coldly
Not to harbour a hand
But I could tell by that bitter look that she had other plans
Quality is what you think you see before God’s choreography
Gets scrambled in your neurotic dreams
Oh please tell me you know what I mean
I remember when you said we could be friends again
But that was a long time ago
And ain’t much has changed dontcha know
Misty magic on a leash
Jon told Bob told Rob told me
That I can see what I can see
Won’t you let the powers be
Well she told me coldly
Not to harbour a hand
But you were pretty strung out back then and franky I was spent
Well she told me coldly
Not to harbour a hand
But I could tell by that far-off, side-eyed glance that she had other plans
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4. |
Into The Pudding II
00:38
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5. |
Flying Cars & New Fonts
02:58
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So far gone yet I thought I had it
I got a little caught up in between
Firing the mind and feeling so atomic
A right darling of catastrophe
That’s okay
Give it a day
Playing it straight
Playing the game
Well it’s just Nunito
Montserrat, Pacifico,Times New Trebuchet baby
Why not run it on water?
Salesman on the corner hawking memories of the dream
Said I’ll get it right next time
Set back stuck in a rut on serifs
Ditch it quick and let gravity
Show you the ropes of the rider driver
Gotta get to it eventually
If I may
Crib the authority
Give me any grade
I’m not here to stay
Said I’ll get it right next time
Said I’ll get it right next time
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6. |
Bad Larry
02:27
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Walk at an absolute running pace
Better talk with some spine trying to keep with the chase
Cock a brow, gotta churn and burn
Gotta earn your own keep will your ashes deserve
It’s entertainment, complacent containment
They’ll be back at the end of the day,
Better clean out your greaves or get out of the way!
Got it where you want it
You know our trust was wearing thin
Bluffin nothing on the monitor
I’d like to see you try again
Another poor fool on the pigeon list
You can sleep when you're dead
Have a drink instead
A right cold gun ho macho son of a Sancho
Sleazy on the seas got some grease on your poncho
You don’t you confide in your conscious contrivance
What do ya think?
Is this a crisis averted?
Might ya meet the same end as the dudes in the dirges?
You better get it get it get it gone
I’ve been telling you all along
Talk is cheap but this here heap
Sure will get you over that hill there up ahead
I can try and tell you why
I got my crooked lines pulling me along
But it’s fine
I’m assured by signs, tomes and liquid eyes
That I got it good
Would you mind if I told you why
I’ve been trying to find is so misunderstood
Would you mind if I fried loose ties
Let the smoke just rise in the dying bloom
I’m gonna take the day
So let’s be clear
Get it, get it gone
I won’t be near
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7. |
Lenny
04:07
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They call me Lenny! Yeah, I could spell that… but hey! What for?!?
I met the strangest man singing show tunes right out my door
He's like a modern Costanza, with that stature and those crooked eyes (oh my my my)
Just a backhanded contrarian with a penchant for disparagingly off remarks,
(max)
My name’s the breeze so please wont you take a shot at me
I got some news for you but it ain’t gonna be whatchu wanna hear
Oh my oh my
Is that a pie in the sky?
Looking big and right/moving dyanmite
Looking mean and bright
I’m gonna give it to you
But I ain’t gonna tell you what to think
I'm on my knees, please oh please,
don't leave me here, take me with you!
Meet me in that breezy field where the willow weeps
we'll fly into the countryside, rain or shine, day or night
Just call me by my name, and I'll call you a friend of mine!
Lets fly into the countryside, rain or shine, day or night
Lets fly into the countryside, rain or shine, day or night (oh my, my, my)
Lets fly into the countryside, rain or shine, day or night
Lets fly into the countryside, rain or shine, day or night
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8. |
Glammin The Hill
03:16
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I live in a big house on a hill
Far away from everything and better still
So distantly related to me
It’s a life of comfort spent modestly
We’ll get there in good time
If it don’t break us
Because I could by living off of your crumbs
But I wouldn’t really want that to happen
Now I live in a big house by the sea
Or lake
Either way it’s haunted by deceased
Memories of weddings and grad parties
It’s a place we can go to if you’d like
We’ll get there in the night
Baby everything will be alright
We can turn around if you’d like
If it don’t break us
Because I could get by living off of your crumbs
But I wouldn’t really want that to happen
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9. |
Into The Pudding III
00:29
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10. |
Tom Tom Club
04:18
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Couldn’t have been one for the prize
Run away slipping outta sight
Sweetheart tell me that it’s okay
Gonna make it all go-go-go away
Never thought it true ‘cause it’s you
Saying it just makes the point moot
Crossing all rides ‘til it’s right
Sweetheart we could be here all night
Yeah Topper boy he know
The drum’s within your shoe
Ch-ch-ch-choo
What you gonna do when you’re out
Rollicking and rolling all of the time
Take a frame and slice in a rind
Whatever gives you some peace of mind
Oopsy baby guess it was you
Maybe I’ll crown a thorn or two
And bang that drum up in my shoe
What’s a young man in this world to prove?
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11. |
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Well I’m just sitting with my baby in a cold dark lazy room
My my it’s half past nine
Those hazy lazy blues
It’s Friday morn the world’s to scorn
I sick it baby too
But a cat’s a-sleeping on my back and I can’t get away from you
I make it up but coffee keeps me tied up in the living room
Can’t force myself to look down Mifflin St from here on Broom
Your creaky voice comes creeping through the creaky door
So you can tell me
Max it’s dead
Come back to bed
To which I must be true
Until I saw electric light screaming down the one-way
I said hun I got to run lest I be caught in contempt
Of the law of Friday morn that says you got to get up early
Or play by the rules
You goddamn fool
I lost the race to save my face
And sitting in the glinting light
A ticket flapping in the wind
Madison city parking ticket groove
Ain’t it hard bein a stranger
Ain’t it hard losing your cool
I ain’t no bard but let me tell you
I’ll make mistakes but I’ll make it through
Acquistioner I was but the grifter he wasn’t far
“Officer I must confess I did transgress but hardly”
Standing in the sun he simply said
“What can be done”
Slack-jaw I was cause then he vanished into nothing
Oh grievances
You gave it up for them
You meticulously abided by me
Oh grievances
You gave it up for them
You meticulously provided for me
So play by the rules
You goddamn fool
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12. |
An Iron + The Sun
05:02
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I got some sorry news
You lost your spot in line
That’s what you get for playing your petty crime
So back it up jack
Got someone else’s fix
The teller’s obvious he sure ain’t your nix
You could be doing fine
Instead you’ll probably be doing time
You could throw rocks at the politicians you despise
Or go for broke driving ninety towards the county line
Sidecar overflow with triple-sec and golden bricks
Watch that attitude or you’ll be talking to the jury
I hear they’ve got pick up sticks
The land is fine
So they should’ve said
Yet I find myself between an iron and the sun
When the gig was up they had us surrounded
“We know what you got in that car”
You objected
That the truth was much more convoluted than that
Didn’t matter so you let them take you in again
Now I’m minding myself again
Yet I’m enshrined in iron out or in
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13. |
Into The Pudding IV
00:54
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14. |
K.O.
02:36
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Got a tattered old button up, been kickin ‘round for weeks
The same pair of jeans for many many years
I swing with an angle Knock ya off your feet
I could care less what you think about me
It goes to show these common folk
Well they don’t rock the boat for anything
I take my shot and I hit ‘em right in the head
What do you think you’ll accomplish in life
What do you think you’ll accomplish tonight
So I take my shot
I hit ‘em in the head
I put ‘em in the dirt
And put the money in the bag
But I didn’t do it for the cash
I did it for the dance
The boss is sure gonna love this one
I’m coming for him next now the job is done
Are you getting what I said?
I said I’m gonna shoot him dead
Seen it all before
Blood across the floor
Vying and I feel so alive
I don’t mind the sin
It won’t matter in the end
At least it’s been a hell of a time
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15. |
Jump To It/Jump Thru It
03:34
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How long?
How long?
How long?
Let’s go
How long?
How long?
How long?
Don’t know
I don’t know
Jump to it jump through it now
Jump to it jump through it now
Jump to it jump through it now
Jump to it jump through it now
Jump to it jump through it now
Jump to it jump through it now
So long
So long
So long
Fat dough
So long
So long
So long
Let’s go
I don’t know
Jump to it jump through it now
Jump to it jump through it now
Jump to it jump through it now
Jump to it jump through it now
Jump to it jump through it now
Jump to it jump through it now
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16. |
Bidin' Time
04:19
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They’re calling out the office
They’re coming through the boards
The pieces glued together are falling off the wall
Said it again
Was it for your sake?
The pieces come together yet again
I dreamed of falling in speed
To your steadfast dreams
You beat me asking just what I had seen
So we’ll say it again and get over it
The lighting in the alleyway diffusing it
I’m biding time ‘til I can face the world like you
Left out of tune
So says who?
It takes one to know one
So how about you?
How about you?
What it gotta do?
Man whatcha gotta prove?
What’s in it for you?
I’m biding time ‘til I can face the world like you
Say it again
Say it again
Oh wont you say it again
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17. |
Into The Pudding V
00:27
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18. |
Stuck Again
04:01
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Well I’ve been led into the fight
Singing ‘bout how I don’t mind
Been bounced around from side to side
But don’t you close those hard eyes
An oral prostitution shifted the illusion
Soldiering confusion with ragged words diffusing
Compromised perception upholding your pretensions
That thick-skinned intervention was our great invention
Don’t feed it
Don’t feed it
You’re gonna need it
You’re gonna need it
Don’t feed it
Don’t feed it
You’re gonna need it, need it, need it, need it
Soft in the country home so why
Don’t you wander towards those concrete miles
Away from the flesh you so despise
Bloodlust they need to keep inside
The lanes you’re choosing covered in ash and booze and
Sleazy eats left musing of love of disillusion
So fear the entertainer
Hold your own retainer
Stick to guns you’re using
You can without shooting
Don’t use it
Don’t use it
You’re gonna lose it
You’re gonna lose it
Don’t use it
Don’t use it
You’re gonna lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Lose it
Lose it
Lose it
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