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Lift U Off The Glove
02:35
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Been on my fingers all day, makin' their tattoos come true.
Fell into a deep, serious sleep.
Oh, you bloom gently. A light will help you kiss in the dark.
It'll lift u off the glove, Oh, it's only you I love.
Put on some shady music and dance like a bronzed pig.
You're exploding like a leaf, but you need not be afraid.
Your frosting's as sweet as a psychedelic summer's mind-bender, baaaaaaaby.
Oh, I'll lift u tenderly off the glove. It's only you I love, Oh, it's only you I love.
Put on some shady music and dance like a bronzed pig.
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2. |
American Hobbies
01:30
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Kissing's an American hobby, to hold an apple to your teeth.
No one's strong when they make love, but it's something you can keep.
It's hard to walk and understand, to keep the rhythm in your hands.
Yr supposed to operate day to day, but your best friend just wants to get you laid.
Just walk around and shrug your shoulders.
Just say: "Yeah".
Missing will cos you're half asleep.
Your heart's a drag and it's rather cheap.
Sunsets look good in a magazine on the bathroom floor
of a teenage dream.
Some people try and breathe release with half a chant
and they'll buy a feel.
I'm so high I will never land. Man, I'll never understand.
Walk around and shrug your shoulders.
So just say: " "
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White Manna
03:26
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Like a little girl you frame your eyes and make a camera.
Choose a fistful of Queen Anne's lace as I trip over
a barrel of minnows.
Crocodiles grin from their moats, fish will jump into our boats.
White Manna will form from gruel as I clasp my hands and offer some devotion to you.
You drink when you weep, you weep when you drink.
Please stay wooden into the night, give that shy lip a little bite.
The holes in the walls, can keep me, can keep me, can keep me and you.
The holes in the walls can keep me awake.
Like a little a little girl, you frame your eyes and make a camera as I step upon the barrel.
Crocodiles grin from their moats, fish will jump into our boats.
White Manna will form from gruel.
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Sunset Beach
03:24
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Quietly the sun drips and every surfer dies.
I sniff the toxic water, I blow a hundred lines.
But I alone, I am welcome to the night.
It's there to walk among it, and California's mine.
I see the women walking with dark shades on their eyes.
The cold assembly of dreams that always seems alive.
The sun warms me as I walk in, and yet she seems surprised.
The bookshelves rattle in the light, the light obscures my eyes; I seem unsure of what to do.
Oh God, where do I go now?
I see the women walking with dark shades on their eyes.
I can have their bodies, I'm the king of Sunset Beach.
I can have their bodies, I'm the king of Sunset Beach
with a long knife.
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Shut The Fuck Up
02:15
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Baby, be quiet now. I'll love you to sleep.
Tired as a forest, my back aches.
Spring white fur, each day creeps.
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Jefferson Ghost Bear Ferndale, Michigan
From the ashes of Hopeless Records' Royden, came the enigmatic Jefferson Ghost Bear: An Art Brut celebration of home-recording, AM Gold on hard drugs, and busted dreams. An ode to mental illness, loss, and intoxication.
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