1. |
A Boston Kind Of Smell
02:35
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A Boston kind of smell
Yeah, I’ve been dying for something new, yeah
Some kinda hoopla, some kinda hullabaloo, yeah
I hear a new kind of breeze whistling in my ear
There’s a Boston kind of smell lingering in the air
Who’s got the keys to the next big room, yeah?
What’s going down on the mystery side of the moon, yeah?
I hear a new kind of breeze whistling in my ear
There’s a Boston kind of smell lingering in the air
I see you, yeah. My brand new moon, yeah
I hear a new kind of breeze whistling in my ear
There’s a Boston kind of smell lingering in the air
There’s a brand new fire in my hair
My ashes scatter everywhere
Brand new eyes for looking through
I see you brand new moon
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2. |
Let Go
02:42
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Let Go
I am the past, I’m a fuzzy faded photograph
in some magazine, some old rag nobody reads
I am just a dream, forget that you remember me
Please release me, it’s alright
Let go let go let go
Your mind is out of its time
Time never waits for you to waste it
Time never waits for you to slap your face awake
Let go let go let go
Your mind is out of its time
I am the future, I’m a laughing little Buddha
I might give you a wink but never kiss you on the lips
I am just a dream, nothing like you think I’ll be
Please release me, it’s alright
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3. |
Cat Fight
02:21
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Cat Fight
Ahhh, pretty kitty’s out tonight
Ahhh, Fluffy’s looking for a fight
Heads will roll when all the screamin’
turns to howling’ bloody murder
Caterwauling, best believin’
all the claws come out tonight
Ahhh, sharpen up the dynamite
Ahhh, spittin’ hissy pussy riot
Heads are rolling, fangs a-gleaming
Growlin’ howlin’ bloody murder
Fur’s a-flyin’ best believin’
all the claws come out tonight
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4. |
Super Lonely
02:27
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Super Lonely
I am not, but you might call me super lonely
I am like a super hero, Super Lonely
You rabid dogs no longer interest me
You growl & hobble around your cages so aimlessly
Your world has not been worth my time
Go save your own lives & I’ll get on with mine
I am not, but you might call me super lonely
I am like a super hero, Super Lonely
You dogs of war, you only anger me
You peddle your poison around your world so thoughtlessly
My pearls are cast before the swine
My power is my content in my resign
I am not, but you might call me super lonely
I am like a super hero, Super Lonely
I am not, but you might call me super lonely
I’m a goddam super hero, Super Lonely
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5. |
Eternal Sunshine
03:07
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Eternal Sunshine
What things ring the bells at midnight?
They sing, it’s like the galloping of wings
I think I know, it’s got to be…
It’s got to be the crows
Bask in the eternal sunshine of the idiotic mind
My sunshine
Who lights this blue neon crucifix?
They spin, just like the drunken sailors sing
I think I know, it’s got to be…
It’s got to be the crows
Bask in the eternal sunshine of the idiotic mind
My sunshine
What things ring the bells at midnight?
They sing, it’s like the galloping of wings
Wings wings wings
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6. |
Nails Are For Hammering
02:03
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Nails are for hammering
When you’re the one who’s holding all the hammers
everything looks like a nail, and nails are for hammering
But once that you have hammered all the nails
you’ll be left with only hammers
Then what is left for hammering ?
Once upon a time you were a kinder man
But, then again, so was I
You may find a hand that’s full of fingers
On these fingers there are nails
Fingernails for hammering
Once upon a time you were a kinder man
But, then again, so was I
This world has a way of getting in the way
like a thumb that’s ripe for striking
When you were young
you had your whole life by it’s throat
But now you don’t
You’re the one who’s holding all the hammers
therefore everything’s a nail
and nails are for hammering
Nails are for hammering
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7. |
Love Room
03:07
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Love Room
There’s a monster loose in the love room
He’s making the scene & he’s sewing the seeds
of doom and gloom
All of the clowns will be leaving the party soon
There’ll be weeping and wailing and gnashing
of teeth and red balloons
All the fat girls cry
All the pretty boys get high
Call the police to come up to the love room
There’ll be whiskey and cake and trouble to make
If they’re in the mood
All the fat girls cry
All the pretty boys get high
1,2,3,4 everybody hit the floor
4,3,2,1 everybody jump and run
In the love room
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8. |
You're Being Lied To
02:51
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You’re being lied to
If you believe the things you see you can trust in me
You’re being lied to
We play the carnival games, yeah
We’re living in the death of days, yeah
We’re living in a dream that won’t come true
You’re being lied to
You don’t know what I’m saying
But you know what I mean
Baby, you’re in tune
It’s when you can’t hear the bats coming
That’s when you know the bats are coming
No bells ringing, no alarms buzzing
No needles dancing in the red, no nothing
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9. |
These Eyes
02:36
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These Eyes
Sharp things, soft things, life washes over me
These eyes have come useless
They don’t surprise me
These eyes, they disappoint me
There’s nothing shiny
Behind these eyes, these eyes
Have I come so jaded
that light will hide from me?
Am I so emaciated
that the sun can’t find me?
Behind these eyes, these eyes
Dilated, fixed, dilated, fixed, dilated
Behind these eyes, these eyes
Sharp things, soft things, life washes over me
Black holes, two rings, god watches over me
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10. |
Captain Willard's Mirror
02:56
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Captain Willard’s Mirror
These days don’t matter, man
These days I’m damaged
I’m damned and I’m damaged beyond repair
These days I’m shattered
I’m shattered man, like Captain Willard’s Mirror
These days don’t matter, man
No, these days don’t matter man
These good old days
These days I’m fractured
I’m busted man, I’m broken on the wheel
These days don’t matter, man
No, these days don’t matter man
These good old days
When I pray my little prayer
And god does magically appear
I would ask him why the hell he placed me here
When I pray my little prayer
And the devil holds me dear
I would ask him “is it you who placed me here?”
These days don’t matter, man
No, these days don’t matter man
These good old days
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11. |
The Next Big Bang
01:33
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The next Big Bang
Red Rover c’mon over
Time has come and god has got himself a shotgun
Hey mister, let ‘er rip
Let’s get it on
Bring on the next Big Bang
Supernova my Sharona
Time has come and I have got myself a hot one
Hey baby, gimme some lip
Let’s get it on
Bring on the next Big Bang
Bring on the next Big Bang
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12. |
No Cracker For Polly
02:50
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No cracker for Polly
Everybody wants what someone else has got
It’s something that nobody needs
You open up the box, it’s just an empty box
So you open every box you see
No cracker for Polly, no oats for Molly
No red meat rack for Rocky, no peach for me
Someone should have warned you just as you were born
about what you’re about to see
Someone should have told you it ain’t no bed of roses
living the American Dream
No cracker for Polly, no oats for Molly
No red meat rack for Rocky, no peach for me
You know what they say about the birds of prey, baby?
They say they only take what they can carry away
They say they leave the scraps for all the weaklings and the rats
That’s quite a thing now, wouldn’t you say?
No cracker for Polly, no oats for Molly
No red meat rack for Rocky, no peach for me
No cracker for Polly, no hope for the ungodly
No big deal, god is oddly at peace with me
Everybody wants what someone else has got
It’s something that nobody needs
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13. |
Mystery Box
02:29
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Mystery Box
Who are you, who am I ? You will look me in the eye
I will try to hypnotize you.
Never mind who am I, this is all your space & time
It is you who realizes you
The mystery box is for no one
The mystery box is for no one but you.
You. Just you
Is it you, is it this?
How’s it look from where you sit?
Does the skin you’re in still fit you ?
Is the mirror fine?
You & only you decide
Is it you who stands behind you?
The mystery box is for no one
The mystery box is for no one but you.
You. Just you
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14. |
Evangeline Lilly
02:28
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Evangeline Lilly
You might be Cilla Black
You might be Walter White
You might be Dorian Gray
You might be Long John Silver
But you ain’t me
You might be Virginia Woolf
You might be Beaver Cleaver
You might be Bobby Bare
You might be Captain Kangaroo
You ain’t me & I ain’t you
But we are all together here & now
You and me
You might be Tuesday Weld
You might be Doris Day
Ou might be Peter Noone
You might be Ted Knight
You ain’t me & I ain’t you
But we are all together here & now
You and me
You might be Charlie Rose
You might be Herbie Flowers
You might be Daisy Duke
You might be Evangeline Lilly
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