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Gill
02:44
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Who cares if the moon is out tonight
It makes no difference
We can't communicate
And it just gets worse
You don't believe a word I say
And I don't think you value honesty
And it just gets worse
I've got the set-up in the car
I know a quiet place where we can park
All you wanted was a chance to make a life for us in our own home
All I gave you was staring at the ceiling while the world passed by
I'm grateful for the time you put into this lovely masquerade
But we're not fooling anyone, are we Gill?
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What's good?
What's on show?
What's the word?
Let me know
Got nothing better to do
Than share this cliche with you.
Sampling temptation
Tempting conversation
For a while
Tired of your vocation?
Try bringing down the nation
With your smile
How I love you
You know it's true
There's just one girl for me
And that's you
In times of trouble
I'm your man
Let's work it out
Left a message weeks ago
Took her time to let me know
What was left for her to say
I've used up every cheap cliche.
Finally she told me
She couldn't bear to see me, though she tried
Then came her summation
End of conversation, she replied
You say you love me
It ain't true
There's someone out there for me
But it ain't you
Hold your tongue now
You ain't no kind of man
and we can't work it out
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3. |
Cocaine Nights
02:44
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Don't get comfortable
There's no time to take in the view
Back to the end of the queue
One more line until the end
You're such a pretty thing
But lacking imagination
Wrap your lips around the abyss
One more line before the end
Falling
Night is falling
What you used to be, you ceased to be
One more line before the end
Falling
Night is falling
Anyone can see what you mean to me
One more line before the end
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4. |
Our Man in Havana
03:56
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I was a castaway
an offshore no-account
With a desperate plan I’m paid well
to keep mum about
Our man in Havana
taught us this simple song
he sang, "life is sweet
until the money's gone"
I stashed my millions here
With a general's daughter
Then she left me rum-soaked
beneath the water
Our man in Havana
taught us this simple song
he sang, "life is sweet
until the money's gone"
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5. |
Wild Wives
02:54
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Oh selfless men
and stainless gentleman
Let's say that again
And have another round
Start at question one
Move gently down the list
Using your own words
I'm happy to assist
Resist
Oh futility
Rage vaguely and luxuriously
She may have winced
But I swear she didn't cry aloud
(Love her all the while)
You dream of wild wives
We're ordinary guys in every way
save morals which abhor the light of day
we curb a lust which, but for a little tact
tends to threaten one's zeal for the primal act now, yeah
Resist
Oh futility
Rage vaguely and luxuriously
She may have winced
But I swear she didn't cry aloud
(Love her all the while)
You dream of wild wives
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I'm going to hell
I'm going to hell
My soul will be licked by hellfire
I'm going to hell
for the way I think about you
And the things I'd like the two of us to do
for believing there should be a place we can be two
And no one cares
I'm going to hell for writing this song
You're going to hell for singing along
Which favorite LP will you bring along?
Forever Changes or Sandinista?
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7. |
The Goodbye Look
03:47
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Won't you come on down?
Won't you stay?
I know all your reasons
Listen anyway
I won't let you down
Don't you think I know what's through that door?
Don't you think I know what this life is for?
I won't let you down
So don't give me the goodbye look when I say
I only need a little time to think through what it means
to be given a reason when all reason was gone
To be given a chance I wasn't sure I could earn
This is my very first day as a confident man
confidentially my step isn't yet very sure
I might stumble at first by I'll pick myself up
I'm going to stick to the path now that you've shown me the way
I'm going to be the one to take your hand when you're down
Because now I know I'm the one you always said I could be
So don't give me the goodbye look
I won't go anywhere without you
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8. |
Native Tongue
05:52
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Walk the arrow
Drive with the lights out
Greet the season
Don't need a reason
Hunt the firefly
Hurt the one you love
Blew his mind out (in a car)
He got found out
Speak now
or forever
what is lost, now is found
running rabbit run to ground
And I'll never get to Germantown
Hid in your backpack
I'll trade you for it
Yours are sweetest
Betray you for it
Turn up missing
family shadow
Notice posted
Hardly noticed
Speak now
or forever
what is lost, now is found
running rabbit run to ground
And I'll never get to Germantown
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There’s something wrong with Arthur
We never see him smile
Okay, not never
But it’s been a while.
I wonder what’s gone wrong with Arthur
Oh, how the girls
They love their Arthur
From his patented sashay
To his hair done up
In that rakish way
But now he doesn’t seem so gay
Our Arthur
I heard his dad went out
And bought a big house
But it’s only got room
For a brand new spouse
His mom pops pills
Artie gets his thrills
From playing video games
And reading philosophy
(Well, that sounds like trouble to me)
So now our teachers
They monitor Arthur
From the mundane things he says
To the clumsy dialogue
In his ghastly plays
How do we distinguish
Sadness from rage
Tell us Arthur
Help us Arthur
Please don’t shoot us Arthur
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10. |
Baseline Dub
01:55
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11. |
Prick Up Your Ears
03:19
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Somebody pull the plug on me
And do my family a favor
Can't scratch the surface without some blood
For the truth you'll need a razor
See doctor, it's like this:
I've been waiting to hear this voice in my ear
Turn the TV and the radio off
Live transmission loud and clear
And just like that she said
comes the time to wake the dead
Prick up your ears, she said
Can you hear the sound?
The slumbering beast awoke
Pissed he didn't get the joke
(Prick up your ears)
He's heading for your town
Signal if you hear the sound
(Prick up your ears)
Heard your voice outside the door
And I'd offer to let you stay
But somebody has rubbed you wrong
Who are you telling to go away?
Each day it just gets worse
Yeah, like you give a damn
Can't keep a grip any longer
The razor falls right from my hand
And just like that she said
comes the time to wake the dead
Prick up your ears, she said
Can you hear the sound?
I try to talk it out
(It doesn't mean a thing)
It won't change anything
I brought my friends around
(It only brings them down)
Useless anyhow
But then I heard the sound
(Can you hear it now)
Calling the whole thing off
I heard it just in time
End it now because
Nothing's like you said it was
Prick up your ears
Nothing is okay
And it's never gonna be that way
Prick up your ears
And just like that she said
comes the time to wake the dead
Prick up your ears, she said
Can you hear the sound?
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13. |
The Long Goodbye
05:00
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Twice as close to dead as when
like a lifer tunneled out the pen
You disappeared completely and
Left us on our own again
I guess it's time.
Fifteen years, such a long time.
You can't dissuade me, so don't try.
Ran up quite a tab
Embalming my insides
I drove my car onto its side
Committed academic suicide
All in lieu, all instead
Of asking why
I guess it's time.
Fifteen years, such a long time.
You can't dissuade me, so don't try.
(goodbye)
Wonder if you'd laugh
As I pulled those books from your shelf
To find clues about you
Were we so unbearable? Caused you such ennui?
What about your fucking son?
What about me?
I guess it's time.
Fifteen years, such a long time.
You can't dissuade me, so don't try.
I guess it's time to say
(you won't find me, you won't take me alive)
The long goodbye
Even so
If you were Lennox, and I Marlowe
I'd still drive you down to Mexico
I guess it's time.
Fifteen years, such a long time.
You can't dissuade me, so don't try.
(you won't take me alive)
The long goodbye
(you won't find me, you won't take me alive
you won't find me, you won't, you won't
you won't find me, you won't take me alive
you won't find me)
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14. |
Our Dub in Havana
01:57
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15. |
The Goodbye Dub
03:50
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