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Til The Death
02:55
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The court is not in session and the comment section shows,
he spins the sale he pulls the wheel but still the wind doth blow,
his gums are wet and bleeding and the earth moves fat and slow,
fat and slow.
It's bad luck to kill a sea bird but he did, I know he's dead,
there is no way to suffocate the callings for his head,
the time is catching up with him it'll follow him til' the death,
til' the death.
Til' the death, till the death, til' his final, fickle, putrid, dying, breathe,
til' the death, til' the death, til' his final, fickle, putrid, dying, breathe.
The jury's out, the verdict lingers like a wiry rhyme,
oh curse the day he thought that burning ships would pass the time,
I see the scaffold trap door, lightening visions in my mind,
in my mind.
Til' the death, till the death, til' his final, fickle, putrid, dying, breathe,
til' the death, til' the death, til' his final, fickle, putrid, dying, breathe.
The earth is flat, the sky is round, the publics in despair,
whatever did he live for? is democracy so fair?
but still he winks and smiles away the judgements I the air,
in the air.
Til' the death, till the death, til' his final, fickle, putrid, dying, breathe,
til' the death, til' the death, til' his final, fickle, putrid, dying, breathe.
Til' the death, till the death, til' the death, till the death!
Til' the death, till the death, til' his final, fickle, putrid, dying, breathe,
til' the death, til' the death, til' his final, fickle, putrid, dying,
final, fickle, putrid, dying, final, fickle, putrid, dying, breath!
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2. |
Movies
04:00
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Landslide,
Drive by,
Gunshot and I cry.
The big screen and your blonde hair,
I'm yours but you're not there.
Let's go to the movies,
where everything is not what it seems,
and there's a quietness there.
Let's go to the movies,
where the little people act out all my dreams,
and there's a man under my bed.
Let's go to the movies.
James Dean,
Fred Astair,
Fuck me hard, Oh I don't care.
Come home in the dead of night,
There's lipstick here, oh its not right.
Let's go to the movies,
where everything is not what it seems,
and there's a quietness there.
Let's go to the movies,
where the little people act out all my dreams,
and there's a man under my bed.
Let's go to the movies.
There's a man on the moon,
he's in my heart he's touching my feet,
There's a man on the screen, he's in my mind,
he's under my sheet.
Let's go to the movies,
where everything is not what it seems,
and there's a quietness there.
Let's go to the movies,
where the little people act out all my dreams,
and there's a man under my bed.
Let's go to the movies.
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3. |
Waterfall
03:19
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Come with me to the depths of the water,
come with me my love,
you'll find me the spray of the waterfall, there we will make love.
Oh, Careful on the way down here my love.
Hold my head underneath the water,
I will gag and choke,
I'll be hard and stiff as the mail man on his morning run.
Oh, careful on the way down here my love.
Careful on the way,
Careful on the way down here,
careful on the way,
Careful on the way down here my love.
You'll find me at the bottom of the waterfall buried under rock and stone,
I'll spend my days at the bottom of the waterfall warning all who come.
Oh, Warning all who come!
Careful on the way,
Careful on the way down here,
careful on the way,
Careful on the way down here my love.
Careful on the way down here my love.
Naked as a baby boy.
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4. |
Hurricane
04:13
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There's a hurricane in the hotel and the porters lost my luggage,
There's a lecture in the lobby that makes us all feel rubbish
and the concierge is coked up.
He's a mouthy chatter box and the ghosts of Hollywood are at the bar,
where the drinking never stops!
There'll be wine, there'll be beer, there'll be shots.
And we'll wipe the mirror clean cause there'll be dust.
And we'll dance in the pale moon light with hands we cannot grasp,
Oh the ghosts of Hollywood are the bar where the drinking never stops!
Ahhhhh!
Ahhhhh!
Ahhhhh!
Ahhhhh!
There's a broom closet on the 14th floor where the medication is kept but its down on the 13th where the dead bodies are swept,
and they never really sleep,
they never really die,
it's a swingers party from hell they'll be howling through the night.
There'll be wine, there'll be beer, there'll be sex,
and we'll collect the juices from the dead.
It's a rodeo of love, a bucking bull of lust.
The ghosts of Hollywood are at the bar and there hungry for their lunch!
Ahhhhh!
Ahhhhh!
Ahhhhh!
Ahhhhh!
Lalalala!
Lalalala!
Lalalala!
Lalalala!
Lalalala!
Lalalala!
Lalalala!
Lalalala!
There's a hurricane in the hotel and the porters lost my luggage,
There's a lecture in the lobby that makes us all feel rubbish
and the concierge is coked up.
He's a mouthy chatter box and the ghosts of Hollywood are at the bar,
where the drinking never stops!
There'll be wine, there'll be beer, there'll be shots.
And we'll wipe the mirror clean cause there'll be dust.
And we'll dance in the pale moon light with hands we cannot grasp,
Oh the ghosts of Hollywood are the bar where the drinking never stops!
Ahhhhh!
Ahhhhh!
Ahhhhh!
Ahhhhh!
Lalalala!
Lalalala!
Lalalala!
Lalalala!
Lalalala!
Lalalala!
Lalalala!
Lalalala!
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5. |
Down
03:04
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Never could I find
A love like yours and mine
For I will unwind
My heart for all of time
Down I’m going down
I’m going down to the valley where the grass grows higher
Down I’m going down
I’m going down to the well to see my baby
I will follow you
I’ll walk all day and through the night so I can see my baby
They took her, they took her away
And buried her where the grass is shady
My spade, my pick and my axe
I took myself south side of the tracks
Through the dirt I dug beneath the cracks
The devil served me with a signed contract
I sold my soul to the devil
And the devil he came to me
I said ‘I’ll give to you my first born
If you bring my baby back to me’
Chorus
Down I’m going down
I’m going down to the valley where the grass grows higher
Down I’m going down
I’m going down to the well to die
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