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Who Am I To You
03:33
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I saw you dancing on the corner
Just a little, to yourself
You were still shaking off some tiger beat
I saw you skating by a blur
Of pink and red and gold you were
A brushstroke suspended in the street
And the mystery deepened
When I turned on the tv
But my knees really weakened
When they cuffed your hands behind your back
And walked you off the screen
Who am I to you?
Who do you love?
Who am I to you?
Who do you love?
I saw you singing in the mirror
With a lipstick in your hand
And you would only stop to reapply
I saw you split a man in half
With words you said on my behalf
And laugh as the halves slipped to their sides
While the feelings just deepened
As you pulled the car away
In a sense it was cheapened
When you ran me over twice
And sped away
Who am I to you?
Who do you love?
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2. |
White Birch
03:02
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I will fuck you forever
On a cosmic plane
First class all the way
Peanuts, plantains
Fuck your security
I’m coming through
Open your legs
If you’re coming, too
Nobody’s gonna dance a softer shoe
For you
Ooh!
None of my demons are hidden
They’re all right outside
Setting fire to the shed
Cleaning up the bloodline
We extended little courtesies
Just for you
Who you think put out the doilies
You’re soaking through
Nobody wants to clean up
After you
When I approached you for a hug
It was always from the side
Like Jesus would have done
If he were alive
But when the bearskin is down
And there’s white birch in the fire
And the condensation comes
And I’m about to perspire
I drag your corpse through the city
From the horse I ride
Rope of virgin hair
Tied to a white mare
By my side
Maple syrup salesperson
You keep your Dippity-Do!
Don’t care if I don’t
Don’t mind if I do
But nobody’s gonna come and comfort you
When I approached you for a hug
It was always from the side
Like Jesus would have done
If he were alive
But when the bearskin is down
And there’s white birch in the fire
And the condensation comes
And I’m about to perspire
Ooh! I think I’m drowning!
In that sweet and salty sea
I hope nobody comes
And rescues me!
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3. |
Slow Brew
04:36
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I left you floating in a lake of blood
Your mother screaming bloody murder from the shore
Giving me sweet encouragement like a mother does
She tried to drown you herself twice before
When it takes a while to happen
You appreciate it so much more
Don’t you?
Slow brew
If you have it in your heart
Slow brew
Then it’s easier to start, hey!
It’s a better way to do
More fashionable too
Slow brew
Do you ever get the lead out, son?
You ever even try at all to rock ’n roll?
Should I dress up like an ape and drag you in the brush
When you walk out for your evening stroll
A little nibble on the cheek
But still you manage to escape quite whole
To start anew
Slow brew
If you have it in your heart
Slow brew
Then it’s easier to start, hey!
It’s a better way to do
More fashionable too
Slow brew
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4. |
All My Dreams
03:00
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When I first
Step into a role
I hollow it out
So there’s space for me
A heel and a toe
But before too long
The same old thing
applies
The glitter starts
To irritate
the eyes
They’ve always been
Too sensitive
But at least
I know
They’re mine
I could only be you for a little while
I could only be you for a little while
When I heard you’d
Fallen through the floor
I prayed you impaled
Your leg on a pole
I pled and I swore
The cards and things
I threw right in
The trash
The smile it gave to
Watch them turn
To ash
I feel the heat
The light, the bulbs,
They spit and burn and flash
I could only be you for a little while
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6. |
Native Crawl
04:00
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I would never ask you for a dime
You gave me much more
Many more times
I would ride an eagle to your grave
To swoop down and save
Those yellow roses from dying
Doin the native crawl
Knees and elbows all are dancing
Doin the native crawl
Doin the native crawl
My little all in all
Doin the native crawl
I was in the market killing flies
Someone mentioned diamonds
I thought of your eyes
And how they were nothing like diamonds
I would put a million on the horse
Pulling your hearse, and of course
If I came upon you drowning in the lake
I’d wave
And I'd walk away
Doin the native crawl
Knees and elbows all are dancing
Doin the native crawl
Doin the native crawl
My little all in all
Doin the native crawl
Don’t be naive
But look at the night, out there, stirring
What color does it look to you
I'll tell you
Trace a line of powder beneath your eye
Like an elegant cashew
Blend until it’s milky blue
Wash the snow and ice and salt
and all the chemicals from your shoes
Watch it turn a milky blue
You want a nice dessert
You get some milk and sugar
And throw some blueberries in it, too
Stir it till it’s milky blue
Don’t
Don't be naive
And don't be denied
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Coming up the coast with the pink champagne
Dripping off my lips and then the cellophane
They wrap your body and they break your bones
They cut me up a piece of cake
and help me carry you
Home
Honking down the highway with the yellow smoke
Heavy in the sky and then the Diet Coke
Tunnels through my nose and bubbles in my brain
I flip the car twice hail a hearse and we’re right as
Rain
I want to know
Is there somebody in there
Someone who could help me out
You got a funny way of showing concern
I got a funny way of watching you burn
Do you really want to
Play this out
Everyone around us starts to say goodbye
Screaming over Dallas with the pecan pie
I lick the plate and then I kiss your face
I saw you in a vision with your features all out of
Place
I want to know
Is there somebody in there
Someone who could help me out
Whoa-oh!
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8. |
Holy Toyota
03:11
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Cloth
Wasn’t her major
But every time she put it on
It came off just fine
She fights with a razor
Taped
Between her thumb and her finger
Where’d
All those bluebirds go
They took their sweet time
With their big pink bags
To get off the plane
If I had my lasers
Zap!
You’d just see piles of feathers
My natural inclination is to keep under control
When I start to dig and up until I have the hole
We spend half the day
At Southern Motors
Everything American-made
But the last thing she said was
“Holy Toyota!”
Cause I put it on her fucking grave
Pride
Is really what I feel
I spin out of the lot in my GTO
With the 5.9
It couldn’t be clearer
If everything were covered in mirrors
My usual disposition is to smile and play the role
As I push them in the river with the body pole
I know most these guys since we were kids
They think it’s funny when a man’s ashamed
Well
The last thing they said was
“Hey, Tony Tomato!”
And I put it on their fucking grave
If you want to, we can drive
Out there tonight
It’s off the turnpike but there’s country air
When the moon is bright
Which is most nights
You can find me there
I expressed myself
in a shaky vibrato
Everybody said it was brave
I mumbled my request for fresh avocado
Instead a spanish-speaking lawyer came
We went over the cliff in Dad’s Winnebago
It’s never gonna buff out quite the same
The last thing she said was
Holy Toyota,
Tony Tomato,
And I put it on her grave
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I still remember
Though everybody might forget
When you came in through the outside window
In the snow on the ledge from the next apartment
The applause and the hi fives all around
Every hand in the place was red
But I saw that look in your eyes
Holes you could try but would never be filled
Though I would not tell you in advance
I’m always happy to say I told you so
I’m always happy to say I told you so
I want you to feel the flood, as the words flow
I’m always happy you know
Your pink Ferrari
Longer than the city block
We were only going to the corner
But that’s you, always having to quote unquote “rock”
The street like a sea it parted
Every eye and every face was wet
But I saw that smile getting weak
I played a melancholy theme on my clarinet
Though I would never harm you with the chance
I’m always happy to say I told you so
I’m always happy to say I told you so
I want you to feel the flood, as the words flow
I’m always happy you know
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10. |
Waiting For The Light
03:48
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I was a lighthouse keeper
Tending to the light
But I considered myself
Something of a
Shepard of the night
If you would mail me
I’d mail you right back
Then I’d come to your home, where you live
And attack
It was a field day for
Snakes and raccoons
As the body thrashed
The weapon flashed
I was consumed
If you’d just spit me
Back out I won’t tell
If you love me I’ll love you right back
Half as well
People should be forced to say
“I just made that up”
After everything they say
People should be forced to say
“Hey, I just made that up”
After everything they say
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