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Ichabod Crane
03:49
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presently he stopped inside a lonely place to rest a while
he leaned against a granite wall and gave himself a little smile
head chopped off like ichabod crane, o the things i’d do again
tongue hacked out like helen keller, o if i could only tell her
in the bowels of memory lane, meet me in the sugarcane
in a little place where i keep all the things that never came
time is a big city that rolls up majestically
with sewers that are festering and that’s the way it has to be
head chopped off like ichabod crane, o the things i’d do again
tongue hacked out like helen keller, o if i could only tell her
in the bowels of memory lane, meet me in the sugarcane
in a little place where i keep all the things that never came
when will i see you again?
meet in the sugar cane
the devil is a pious man,
he’ll take anybody in
44’s in his right hand
where movies are the only love
darlings kissing the god above
you don’t know how to say you’re sorry
time is a measure of how much you’ll never
be able to tell her how much you love her
head chopped off like ichabod crane, o the things i’d do again
tongue hacked out like helen keller, o if i could only tell her
in the bowels of memory lane, meet me in the sugarcane
in a little place where i keep all the things that never came
my true love is gone, my true love was slain
and she died in that alabam’ sugar cane
head chopped off like ichabod crane, o the things i’d do again
tongue hacked out like helen keller, o if i could only tell her
in the bowels of memory lane, meet me in the sugarcane
in a little place where i keep all the things that never came
when will i see you again?
meet in the sugar cane
the devil is a pious man,
he’ll take anybody in
44’s in his right hand
where movies are the only love
darlings kissing the god above
you don’t know how to say you’re sorry
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Arkansas
03:41
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wounded entertainers diggin’ in at flanders
breathe in the strangers and dream of the frail nurse
that sings the Marseillaise
at night
softly folding blankets tight
and i get you it’s hard, i get you it’s hard, marchons and marchons, monsieur
the germans wore grey and you wore white,
all the brits were rarin’ for a fight
i get you it’s hard, I’m shocked and i’m scarred
thats how they get ya, there’s a dead note floating in the measures
there’s a punk kid coughin’ on the stretchers
there’s a weeping swell of arkansas for arkansas
that’s how they get you
and i hope darling i don’t upset you
but the pale faced doctor knows she sings for all of us
and darn it sir, she calls for us now
the germans wore grey and you wore blue
and all the bougies all stared at you
bedside confessions where doctors hit paydirt
and gabe gets on the faders and says hes gonna blow my mind
pan the german front hard right
bring the howitzers up soft in the night till the trenches alight
thats how they get ya
and i hope darling i don’t upset ya
there’s a hun deep inside all the heifers
there’s a weeping swell of arkansas, for arkansas
and i’m out of excuses, there’s a form that i’m using
it’s worn, it’s torn, and the eyes are threadbare gone
i’m out of excuses
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3. |
Jesus Song
02:27
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mary threw jesus a party at chucky cheese
and invited all the moms from the a&p
and kids thought it was gay and they called him a freak
and they filled up his book bag with nacho cheese
and jesus threw it out himself in the parking lot
imagined shooting them all with a shotgun cocked
and he read science fiction novels out in the car
till Mary ran out frantic, o there ya are
i can’t cross the streams i can’t cross the streams
so why’re you all alone tonight
i can’t cross the streams i can’t cross the streams
so why’re you all alone tonight
its lonely by the florida light that you read by
jesus started jerking off when he was 12
to a sear’s catalog on his mom’s top shelf
and he rewound and played back the scene from animal house
where jim belushi pulled off the cute girl’s blouse
and he invited john the baptist over to watch it
put a pillow barricade so they weren’t touching
and he found himself looking over at john’s side
he hated himself afterwards as he cried
i can’t cross the streams i can’t cross the streams
so why’re you all alone tonight
i can’t cross the streams i can’t cross the streams
so why’re you all alone tonight
it's lonely by the florida light that you read by
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4. |
Nancy Kerrigan
05:55
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choked down a claritin
thought back to oregon
where she wore her cardigan
just like nancy kerrigan
when they broke her legs
over your frosted flakes
the minds a beautiful thing to waste
and all the ambulances are filled up with admirers
and all the orderlies fight back tears on dim-lit stairs
god bless the state of texas
and the dallas cowboys’ blue
i know darling he’ll protect us
can i venture an educated guess
have i had some part of your loneliness?
and we put our prayers in nancy kerrigan
if i could afford it
i would record this
on your mother’s organ
you left back in oregon
and i put your face
coming through the drapes
stick you in between the lines and the bass
and all the houses we pass will have american flags
and all the sullen sons inside will hug their dads
god bless the state of texas
and the dallas cowboys’ blue
i know darling he’ll protect us
can i venture an educated guess
have i had some part of your loneliness?
and we put our prayers in nanny kerrigan
we put our prayers in nancy’s care
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Space Jam
08:31
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Thursdays I met you ‘neath the Garibaldi statue
And I held my breath as you came over
Looking like the best of Auld Lang Syne
Lip-synced Sinatra blarin’ out an idling mack truck
Out front of the cafe we used to go
Since then I’ve never been inside
but I always pass it by
Cus it hurts but i wanted it to stay
Cus it hurt just like you babe
The past is a lake and the present is a shoreline
All the docks are filled with achin’ sailors ringing their bells for better times
And I always knew the worst thing that i knew to say
And I’d take your pride away
I would take your pride away
And I don’t know why you stay
'Cus it hurts but i wanted it to stay
'Cus it hurts just like you babe
On-call I never sleep at all
There’s a bar outside my window and they’re playing My Sharona
It's Christmas time I think so and the air feels just like home
'Cus it hurts but i wanted it to stay
'Cus it hurt just like you babe
Rain beat on the tin roof
Her name behind my window
Can't pronounce it
Attagirl
Darlin' I’m on the level now
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6. |
Rubbernecking
04:22
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backed up down the country lane
the ambulance screams out of frame
rubbernecking
rubbernecking
the scent of death, it beckons as you drive away
fuck with baby just don’t tell me your name
shhh a second won’t you tell me where you came from
just a second
just a second
the scent of death it beckons as you drive away
last night i fucking killed a man
last night i fucking killed a man
and you know it didn’t change shit
and you know it didn’t change anything
theres a fire in the minivan
and the gasoline stains on your little hands
its just rubbernecking, failure beckons
you go to work, and iron your shirt
and count the seconds where all your records
don’t do dirt and hike your skirt up
its an old black tone coming through this microphone
the melody man, i don't know the truth be told, it might be thousands of years old
psst
psst
excuse me miss
excuse me, i think i saw you on the number 6 train
you were next to the front right doors and
i think you might’ve been commuting?
i’m a bad boy, motherfucker look me in the eye boy
i’m a fat boy, i’m aladdin and the 40 thieves i will steal into your bed with ease
and i fuck to kill
i’m davy crockett, king of the wild frontier boy, tell me true
its just rubbernecking, failure beckons
you go to work, and iron your shirt
and count the seconds where all your records
don’t do dirt, just hike your skirt
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7. |
Nowhere Band
02:43
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we’re a nowhere band, with nowhere fans and we live near manhattan island
we drive to gigs in a minivan for two tickets for black and tans
for fans of the nowhere band that spill out in the stands
and stomp and clap their hands they’ll always understand
thoughts on the interstate, how much more can i take?
theres nothing here but stale beer and lost little boys
i often think i should start again
san francisco, or maybe austin
the day will come when they’ll clamor on for interviews when we were young
and they’ll bootleg our unreleased songs alternate takes and live versions
for fans of the nowhere band that spill out in the stands
and stomp and clap their hands they’ll always understand
we’re a nowhere band, with nowhere fans and we live near manhattan island
and the day will come when they’ll clamor on for interviews when we were young
and there’s always been a nowhere band in everyone i’ve ever been
he’s young and tall and scared and thin
and he wants to be let in
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Frog New York, New York
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Bateman.
Bass: Thomas White
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