1. |
Darlene
05:51
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Darlene,
you never knew your dreams
said "i was so surprised when i learned they could tell me about me"
Darlene,
you never knew your dreams
said "i was shellshocked when i learned they were about me"
"who ever knew you needed something like that?
i never knew i needed something like that"
like the time your sister chased you with the baby
or when you grew six heads
or when your lover called you his sister
or when you spoke to your dead mother
...on a hill, on a mountainside...
what does it mean Darlene, what does it mean?
to be me in the night, out of sight from your eyes
Darlene,
you never knew your dreams
Like the time we feasted on the beast
Or when we shook with all our might
...with hands shaking, a furrowed brow...
Or when we walked on the raging waters
Or when your step took you a bit too far
...too far...
What does it mean Darlene, what does it mean?
to be me in the night, out of sight from your eyes
Down the rabbit hole, Darlene
Down the rabbit hole, Darlene
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2. |
Paranoia
07:25
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trying to lose my paranoia
trying to lose my fear of cops
trying to lost my fear of the ocean
trying to lose my sense of all that's lost
on sunday night, i saw a ghost
she was standing in between my legs
she called out to me but I could not hear
i lost what she said
i lost what she said
"what's life without love?" a woman told me, and that is all
i got a bad haircut that day and didn't feel it at all
"take a fucking chill pill" my lover said
but i was in doubt
of how i appeared to the world, both in and out
i lost my hair
i lost my hair
got friends who plan robberies in their minds
put me as the killer and say "i'll do just fine."
well, i don't know about that
and i don't know if i have it in me
know ladies who push baby dolls in a cart around the house
and believe their nephew is waiting for 'em in the car
they've lost their touch
they've lost their touch
trying to lose my paranoia
trying to lose my paranoia
trying to lose my paranoia
trying to lose my fear of cops
trying to lose my fear of the ocean
trying to lose my sense of all that's lost
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3. |
Sticks and Stones
06:43
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they tell us to straighten up
but we've got bended knees
they tell us to straighten out
but we've got tilted needs
they tell us to tame our hearts
but it's got it's own mind
they tell us don't be a fuck up
but we fuck it up just right
your words won't break my bones
but they've got me worn out so
your words won't break my bones
but they've got me worn out so
sticks and stones
we build it our own
they tell us to fall in synch
but it's a mad, mad world you see
they tell us to swallow it up
but our cup runneth up
they tell us to keep our voices down
but there's an ancient scream that won't die down
they tell us don't be a fuck up
but we fuck it up just right
your words won't break my bones
but they've got me worn out so
your words won't break my bones
but they've got me worn out so
sticks and stones
we build it our own
we gonna build it
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4. |
Heave
00:22
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5. |
Redhanded
06:42
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I've got a redhanded papa who'd trade me in,
I've got a redhanded mama who stays through it
redhanded likeness that seeps in
redhanded shame that glows
we could trade our lips in for a wolf skin
we could train our numb hands to dig a hole
it's best to know your devil and see him clear
than be part from him
and you could feed, starve, depend or roam to him
i've got a heavy handed hunger that seeps in
sleepy poppies in my eyes for cases like this
snake in the grass on my path, i climb right in
for you could charm it still or charm it lame, it a brethren
we could trade our lips in for a wolf skin
we could train our numb hands to dig a hole
it's best to know your devil and see him clear
than be part from him
and you could feed, starve, depend or roam to him
oh,
la-da-dah,
oh,
la-da-dah
i wanna sink my hands in my pockets and find no scent or sin
pick the low hanging fruit off the tree and keep mindless
for you could break your back or crack your knuckle
it's the same ground, it's the same ground to die in
oh,
la-da-dah,
oh,
la-da-dah
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