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Liquid Gold
03:45
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It's bringing her down that she wants to get high,
She's living her life, she's living a lie,
She wants something she can never have,
And just walking down the street
She wants to cop and she'll claim defeat,
And she'll wear it squarely on her arms for all to see
Sunday's the hardest day for the weak,
There's always the bars but it makes you lonely,
To see them have their fun while you play along,
And a crowded room is the loneliest sound you know,
Especially when you don't want to go home,
And count your dead,
She's taking the train and she feels alright
Another day another fight
One day down, infinity to go
There's a man talking to himself,
A butter knife tucked in his belt,
She knew him once, but she never really knew his name,
In a faceless crowd, there's at least always one voice,
And the mone in hr pocket is only as good as gold,
Liquid gold...
She's taking the bus and feels good,
Another day to be misunderstood
Her friends all think it's cool that she has a past
She keeps her diary entries short
To the point, no need for more
"Today was good, I only want to die"
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Pure Cinema
03:34
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She steps into the light
And she opens her eyes
And the cameras roll
And she says her lines
But there aren't any lines
All color and division
And the water reflects on her
From behind
Silver screen altar
Sacrificing degenerate art
The tears looks real
Because they are
The violence looks real
Because it is
The clear vivid lines
Pull you into the eye
And I don't want to be like anybody was before
And I don't want to be like anybody is right now
And birds are strung across a clothes a line
And pain is adopted as a way to escape reality
We were born too late
They were born too early
And a great revolution is so much overdue
And I don't want to be like anybody was before
And I don't want to be like anybody is right now
Nobody is true now
Nobody is cruel now
I know it's so
Neoplasticism
Dogma 95
International modernists
Pure Cinema
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Bleaker Streets
05:09
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As the snow came down,
You were only twenty-two,
So confused you didn't know what to do,
You pass a vending machine ,
And you got yourself a pop,
Quickly followed with a shot,
You got yourself in,
You can get yourself out,
But walking away is something you know more about,
Form Christopher ,
To Bleeker Street,
To I don't know where,
You just dig your hands in your pockets, deeper ,
And think about the money he bring you tonight,
You about the money he bring you tonight,
Oh, what would your friends back home say?
Would your mother turn over in her grave?
Oh, the shame you'll bring onto your name,
None of it matters when your hungry and in a bad way,
It doesn't hurt anyone, and, at least your getting paid
Nobody has the right to judge you, but they'll do it anyways
In the morning when you go to sleep, it's in your own bed
And anythings better than asking bankers for their spare change
You take what you need
You take what you need
And they take it away
And the snow will come next year,
But you will have washed away your fear,
With the cum and the spit and the tears
But for now it's just coldest, crispest winter's day,
And the whiskey and coke and the warmth of the subway,
You take what you need,
You take what you need,
Oh what would your high school best friend say,
If she knew where you were, here today,
In some hotel getting laid,
Check your watch, it's time to go to work
As the snow comes down,
You are only twenty-three,
Still confused, but at least you sleep.
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4. |
Bipolar Love
02:30
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On the night we met
It was all moonlights and regrets
Cause you were so alone and I was so free
In the words of girls
Who try to hold me tight but can't get close
I find the beauty in their defeat
Sad supreme, bittersweet ecstasy
And no one's ever gonna take that away from me
The stars above
Do they find it useless all this love?
As they stare down helpless at you and me?
And were on our backs
With a telescope in the grass
And our lips are meeting somewhere beneath the trees.
Sad supreme, the universe feels oh so empty
Glad to see I've found someone who thinks like me
And no one's gonna take that away from me
No one's gonna take that away from me
No one's gonna take that away from me
No one's gonna take that away from me
No one's gonna take that away from me
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This World Is Not For Me
04:05
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I wish that I could see
The good in where I came from
Like the richness in the soil
That releases the spring
Like the old man down the road
He just turned 97
And the lady down the street
Brings him dinner in the evening
It's the smallest things that shake us free
From the shallowness of a grave
But I cannot help but see this darkest hour
coming for me
Over my dashboard, and over the hill
This world is not for me
The wooden step of my porch
I greets me with a creak
And the blue light of your set
flows into the street
I wish I could stand out here all night long
And not have to knock on your door,
Pretend like nothing happened,
Just go on like before
It's the first thing in your mind when you open up your eyes,
Does your morning sing, or does it cry?
It's whiskey bottle words flying right past your teeth,
when you should have just said goodnight
This world is not for me
This world is not for me
This world is not for me
This world is not for me
It's sunday morning and I slept horrible again
My neck is killing me and raining so hard
But I am trying to see everything in a shade of blue or green
But it's hard
It;'s coming down so hard
There's a lonely dogwood tree,
Between the sidewalk and the street,
I think it's on it's way out,
It didn't blossom this spring
I'm gonna get me another one
Maybe a juniper or cleradendron
And come summer's end
It's gonna smell so sweet
It's the smallest things that shake us free
From the shallowness of a grave
But I cannot help but see this darkest hour
coming for me
Over my dashboard, and over the hill
Over the horizon, just coming in for the kill
This world is not for me
This world is not for me
This world is not for me
This world is not for me
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