1. |
Shake A Shot
03:23
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First of May to the last of March/ the whole thing is the hardest part
Even so, you should make a start/ and hitch a hook to your holy heart
Tongue atwitter and your knees a knot/ go to see the last friends you got
But they don’t wanna hear a word you say
Kiss your cheek and send you on your way
After all the suffering and shame/ they wanna know
Is it worth it? Is it there to gain?
Answer’s probably not/ but you should/ shake a shot
From the street, it seems so near, that/ curtain cutting through the sky so clear
Some preening pack casts a sideways glance/ at you standing there without a chance
If they could see with your killing eyes/ past that curtain to the room inside
They’d spy the body of your blood soaked bride/ they’d stop staring and they’d
Run and hide
They wouldn’t know she wasn’t cool/ that there was nothing left to do
Cause they ain’t you/ and there ain’t nothing/ that they’ve been through
Summer’s gonna come/ it’s gonna bleach these bones
We’ll just be long white sticks in a field of/ skull sized stones
I’m imagining/ friends/ all around
Laying down and dying
We were all wearing gowns/ handsome and proud
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2. |
Always An Anchor
04:12
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I lost a love that loved me completely/ ranks of regret they batter and beat me
I’m never going back again/ without a lot more medicine a few less friends
Somewhere back in my old hometown/ there’s an alright kid dragging an anchor around
It looks a lot like a frown/ goddamn it’s hard to turn an anchor upside down
When smile ain’t a smile, just some teeth messing with your mind…
Well you’re right to fear the fear you fear you’ll find
Wake up in the morning/ and I float downtown
I watch the fish fill the filthy fucking city that drowned
Above that big hole in the ground/ where my fine friend fear had first been found.
I remember seventeen/ I remember being honest, horny, healthy, and clean.
I remember believing briefly/ that I’d been born to be the one
It seems something worse than stupid now it’s done
A lot of people I know are walking round wondering/is it ever gonna be their day?
From what I’ve seen so far man…It’s no way
Not today
Not today
Not today
Babe I’m sorry that it turned out bad/ honey with all we had
Babe, I’m sorry that it turned out…bad.
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3. |
The Sound
05:31
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Sometimes it fills you up / most times it let’s you down.
Right when we woke up/ there was nothing much on around.
Do you remember the sound?
A pervert and a priest/ were swimming in the yeast
Well the sick kid, Jim, said, “yr soul’s so thin”/ “there’s a slick skim upon your skin”
Father replied, “Well, I never eat.”
You can blame yourself/ or name everyone else
Why try to hang on to anyone else?/ It’s a hard enough time just trying to hang yourself.
I said “Why would I try to hang on to anyone else?”
I had a hard enough time just trying to hang myself
Most times it wants you back / right when you let it go
Right when we woke up, everything was blown
Kid you’ll never know
And you can blame yourself/ or name everyone else
I’m just trying to hang myself
Right when we woke up
Everything was dying down
Do you remember the sound?
Do you remember the sound?
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4. |
Hard Row
03:28
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After the long shot/ whether it works or not
You’ve gotta eat the crap you caught
Honey, it’s a hard row/ but, it’s one that you have to hoe
You’re just some seed inside your hole
And some soil I will throw
After some hard luck/ After a little don’t give a fuck
You’re gonna sit just where you’re stuck
Maybe with the lights out/ finally free to move about
Feel fully babe, check everybody out
When you’re out
Well it’s not that bad/ to be bored and sad
When the dreams you’ve had/ are just bets gone bad
Love is the feeling that you feel, when you’re all alone.
Love is the feeling that you fear when it’s coming home.
And it’s not that bad/ to be bored and sad
When the dreams you’ve had/ are just bets gone bad.
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5. |
Trap Door
04:05
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Woke up wiped the blood from my bloodshot eyes/ wondered why
I should still stand here and try to try
Oh and kid you’re not a dancer you’re a cancer/ that’s been eating me alive
Now I wonder/ if removed, may I move?
Baby, will this body survive?
In the middle of the night/ she calls up to say that she’s alright
Well, alright.
You say you’re feeling old/ and boldly braving the cold
Living lonely to improve your life
But baby what if you’re just weak/ and way to willing to think twice?
Oh and the other grass is greener/ and man I’ve gotten meaner.
You said, “It wasn’t meant to be this way”
That’s what you’re saying today/ that and, “go away”
In the middle of the night/ she calls up to say that she’s alright
Well, alright.
Something breaks inside me every time I breathe
I really hate this city and I wanna leave
Long to laugh about it but instead I grieve, oh no
Now I know now I know now I know
That there’s no bottom below
When you’re close to touching on the top
Then you’ll find
A trapdoor
In every rock bottom
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6. |
The 100th Of March
05:47
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Prick on the palm/ and sweet pity she’s born
And despite the details/ I was caught by the con
When you’re dug with the dead/ well there’s things to be said
For just/ walking away
Stick with the sick cause you’re sorry kid/ and expect some decay
It was cool
We were fooled
Letter sitting here from Jenny
Well the sight of her face/ began all my disgrace
Talking bout your friend that was / friends with the fuzz
Was taking pictures of everything coz
It was cool
We were fooled
(Chorus)
And I don’t know anybody who wouldn’t let me down
I don’t know anybody who shouldn’t let me down
I don’t know anybody who couldn’t let me down
Oh, let me down
Old fat face/ is a fucker/ But I don’t find him foul
It’s that slim smirking rich kid/ and the things he did with my gal
If you love being down/ meet me down here
If you love being down
If you know the part / where it’s the
Hundredth of March/ and your life won’t start
And the whole damn thing/ is the hardest part
It was cool
We were fooled
(Chorus)
If you love being down/ meet me down here
If you LOVE being down
If you know the part / where it’s the
Hundredth of March/ and your life won’t start
And the whole damn thing/ is the hardest part
And you’re waiting…..
Waiting on someone you knew once
To just come back
And remember
Sliding off the street
Falling off my feet
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7. |
Summer Of Fear Pt. 1
03:05
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You’re not saying that you don’t care/ just that you won’t be there
Comb your lips and wet your hair/ as if you even cared
Angeline acts/ as if she’s under attack
If it’s so bad baby/ why don’t you come back?
It’s a long short road / and it’s gonna / leave you on the rack
What you don’t know…
You’re not saying that you won’t be long/ just that we don’t belong
You’re not saying you won’t string me along/ just not for long
Angeline acts/ as if she’s under attack
If it’s so bad baby/ why don’t you come back?
It’s a long short road/ and it’s gonna/ leave you on the rack
What you don’t know…
However it works out…
Wherever it finds you/ down and beaten out
Wherever you run/ it’s like you’re trying to escape the sun
You will never live this down
You will never escape the sound
Love is a feeling/ that you might not find
With murder/ on your mind
Where will you go?
Will they be kind?
You will never live this down
You will never escape the sound
You’ll never escape from the sound
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8. |
Gold And Grey
05:02
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Tell me lover/ why you think
The world will crumble if you blink
Believe there is no rest
Prince of Prussia/ Joan of Arc
Will be waiting in the trailer park
For you when you get home
Nothing doin’/ nothin’s done
Wishin on some other one
And you don’t get smarter staring at the sun
(Chorus)
Later on/ when all of you was gone
Did you really want to see it?
When this love came hanging down?
No.
The one that’s gone’s the one that’s gold.
Tell me mother/ why it seems
That there’s a death in every dream/ and no one’s true?
Average artists/sickly vets
They all proceed to rise and pirouette for you
Yes they do
Hope you’re happy gone away
Live your life some other way
You’ll never know your gold is grey
(Chorus)
One is gone and one is gold.
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9. |
Death By Dust
04:36
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Get up get well/Leave me here in hell
There are things I remember that I/ cannot forget
And you/ haven’t met them yet
When we all took to the streets/ with our tongues tied tight to teeth
Hanging twenty years of flesh/ on a shoulder of sand
Bold mouths bled behind hands.
When you’re young/ and the dust gets in yr lungs
When there’s still songs that you ain’t sung
Get up get well/ do not grieve for me here in hell
I am happily humming a/ song of succumbing
And I/ can’t begin to tell
You just what to do/ Even though you ask me to
You said you died in the desert/ and struggled through sand
You should better understand
When you’re young/ and the dust gets in yr lungs
When there’s still songs that you ain’t sung
Said “I’ve been living round here too long” to you
You tell me you’ve been living much too long too
Well I asked you no question/ I want no reply
Still you tell me why
Still
You tell me why
I think you’ll be alright.
(…boat’s coming in)
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10. |
Summer Of Fear Pt. 2
05:28
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It’s pretty hard to remember/ how it felt back then
The sun never shines twice on the same skin
Kid you think that you’re climbing/ but yr just pulling down
You need so many things to walk around
Twenty days in December/ was all it took to decide
To kill the thing we’d cared to keep alive
Her body broke every daybreak/ spine ripped as she rose
She’s probably still in some sick bed somewhere
Complaining ‘bout the pain I suppose
Oh and man what a drag/ to be burdened with a bag
Of the brittle little bones of the dreams you had
When you find out/ you’ll never have it as good
As the nothing you’ve had
You’re pretty good at forgiving/ what hasn’t happened yet
I said, “knock knock”
(you) “Who’s there?”
Who’s there?!/ you said you’d never forget
The only thing that you’re sure of/ is that you just can’t decide
One day you’re finally gonna fail at fooling yourself
That you’re living some kind of life
And you know that it’s a lie
Oh and man what a drag/ to be burdened with a bag
Of the brittle little bones of the dreams you had
When you find out/ you’ll never have it as good
As the nothing you had
Oh and I do not believe/ and I laugh as I grieve
And I blow out those bodies breathed in off the breeze
That Fall/ when our friends fell as fast as the leaves
And it’s your Summer of Fear
Might last a month, day, a week
Or a whole damn year
Can you feel it drawing near?
In every port on every pier
Whispered in your ear
Can you hear it as you crawl?
Over writing on the wall
In every curtain every call
In your dormitory hall
Where all in all is all in all
All in is all in all is all in all is all in all is all in all is all in all
You’re pretty good at forgetting/ what hasn’t happened yet
I said “knock, knock?”
(you)“Who’s there?”
Who’s there?
You said you’d never forget.
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11. |
Losing 4 Winners
03:39
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No one can repeat the words that you don’t say
No one can pick up prizes you don’t throw away
Are you happy? Is he harmless? Is he kind?
Did you fall into the very first thing you could find?
When I walk past what was our door
Won’t think on what it means/ that it meant nothing more
Cheaters don’t change/ but is it right to re-arrange?
Of each river that has happened by my door
I have often asked/ what all this drowning’s for
It is you that’s sent me wandering/ yet you expect my return
But despite your fear of fire friend/ one day you will burn
Did you really want the end?
Are you worried now, that you might never win?
You gave it away/ and now it’s gone to stay
It’s gone away
I’m gonna sleep in the sun
Living my life…
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12. |
More Than A Mess
11:34
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(SCENE ON /ANGELINE walks on/She’s got a handful of lives, and she’s rolling the dice/ Just twenty-two and some gun’s got her blue /A BULLET falls out, starts crawling about/ She gets down/ She gets ready to give /She won’t live, she refuses to live
Cannot forgive)
Though it felt like attack/ despite the lust that she lacked
Ended up on her back/ can’t get that back
SCENE FOUR/ starts with the slam of a door. FOCUS ON DAN/ bloody car keys in hand
Behind him the grey morning light suffuses/A ROOM containing the bodies six dead ex-users/ DAN wishes they’d been choosers/ Wouldn’t of had to make em life’s losers/ Well, this kid he knows he’s mismeasured/but he thinks this mistake may be a treasure/ He feels near, he feels clear, he feels nearer than near/ At least more than over here with all the goddamn living (who think that grieving is giving)/ He’s due at a party across town with Angeline right about now but he’s got some misgivings/ Coz if he’s goes around to hang down with all those cheap clueless clowns/ his head hung with this heavy crown?/
Well, you can be sure as shit /that some shit’ll go down)
It’s not the things that they want/ it’s not the things that they need
It’s the way a guy dies (that you’ve known your whole life)
And all they ask about is, “how much did he bleed”?
(Dan says this as he leaves)
DAN (as he leaves)
In that dress/ drunk and full of distress/ she was/ more than a mess to me
She can stand all the blood on my hands/ she is/ more than the rest to me
(SCENE SIXTY-EIGHT/ In a HOUSE FULL OF SNAKES/ Phonies so fucking false/ that their skin falls in flakes /It’s hosted by some well dressed designers we met back in SCENE ELEVEN/ they barely escaped with their lives at the end of SCENE THIRTY-SEVEN. They’re talking to some dyed-black banged/ twenty-time tattooed young boomerangs/ who in SCENE NINE wanted nothing/ Now out of their parents’ houses (having opened their mouths for all kinds of somethings)
They say they’ve all stopped their wanting coz
ALL
It’s ‘so passé’
(Except FRANNIE in the corner with her arms around her knees/ she’s wishing for day
These tall kids whisper like trees/ then on bodies they prey/ I’ve got nervous breath/ my ride just left/ and I’ve no choice but to stay/ Finally, feeling sick/ throat filled with drip / I took a trip over a guy/ The kind you could drag behind you for a mile/ And he’d thank you for the ride.)
And they take such great pains/ to prove they’re not plain
But yr effort’s to blame/ y’all try the same
And it’s pretty lame
You’re lame, man.
DAN
In that dress drunk and full of distress/ she was/ more than a mess to me
If she can stand all the blood on my hands/ she is/ more than the rest to me
(FINAL SCENE/ Conscience clean/ DAN walks in to the house/ to pull ANGELINE out/ Walks into that back room/ wraps the BULLET in a blanket/ kisses ANGELINE on the mouth)
SOME CHUMP CHEWING A SNAKE
Aw, gimmee a break…
(This did not dilute DAN’s disgust/ and he beat him to dust/ While making escape lit a cigarette dangling/ from some drooling fools lips/ that jerk dripped it down to the carpet/ shit lit up like a torch-tip/ and the flames rose as WE split/ That’s right ME/ I was the third of the throng not to die/ (DAN tipped me off with a wink of his eye)/ So I stood as the only bystander by/ as the flames rose high/ and the dead did die/ and they all screamed “why?”)
ALL
Why!?
(Then the mannequin mass/ of the coy and the crass/ melted into a river of plastic that streamed cross the grass/ It flooded the valley/ coated everything around/ cooled off and froze solid at the edge of downtown/ And though it smells slightly of skin, and the clear’s tinted brown/ it makes a mighty fine monument/ to contradiction town/ As I breathe in the fumes / And I stare at the sky…)
What can I say about Dan?
ME
Well, I always liked the guy.
YOU tell ME why
I hope that bullet still breathes.
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13. |
Boat
06:34
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Well I came here/ to escape
Better things/ than I have come to find
When I came here/ I hoped to find
Better things/ than I have since made mine.
(Chorus)
And I didn’t call/ and you didn’t care
There was nothing lost/ coz there was nothing there
I remember the shit streamed through your hair
It’s too late/ you’re much too older/ I can’t remember our names
Come closer dear/ let me dust off your shoulders
We all know where you’re gonna go…
When the cold comes home
I remember hunting dogs/ in the rain soaked streets
of the war ravaged town/ we used to call London
(Chorus)
Answers you can’t afford
Baby don’t get on board
We were so young
And there was no sun
We all know where you’re gonna go…
When the cold comes home
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