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Out After Midnite
03:26
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Shakes The Clown
04:10
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So we're all drowning
You hope I'm happy now
But just one more thing
As the water's rising
Paint on a smile
They're coming for me now
You're on my side, yeah
But don't you stick around
Everybody has the answer
Everybody's free
Everybody takes a chance
Don't take it out on me
Everybody wants to drown
Everybody looks around
Everybody shakes the clown
Hold my hand as we go down
Kinda lazy
With an attitude
A wannabe
Marry me
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3. |
My Biggest Fan
03:49
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It comes as quite a relief to know that I am not the oldest living rock and roller, the Crocodile Cafe and the Beachland Ballroom are coming into focus, big black phone on the wall begins to ring, "hey, won't ya come over?"
I could be the youngest member of The Venus 3, and I don't need you to remind me of reality, it's all right
I learned to play the guitar in the Galapagos Islands, Mr Charles Darwin found me living all alone, entertaining the iguanas
It comes as no surprise to learn that you are not my biggest fan, and I don't expect you to love me just the way I am, it's all right
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4. |
The Syren
04:38
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That crooked smile, this bittersweet ache
One minute of your attention
My imagination runs away
This Ship of Kings, We Starry Eyed Fools
You never meant to play The Syren
But girl, look how we're drowning for you
Wasting time on wishes you don't wanna come true
Blinded by the glamour and so easily consumed
Everybody knows he's in love with you
One happy accident at a time is more than I can do
And you can never keep your secrets safe
From the prying eyes of a rock and roll singer
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5. |
Berlin
04:28
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Saying hello was your first mistake
By now you wish that I had just walked away
Guess I'll have another beer
With the ghost of the man I might have been
So kiss me, Berlin
Surrender to the trembling
In the cabin of my DC-3
You always were my favorite song
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone
But I'll never forget you
You were right, I was wrong
To wish I had never met you
Walking on glass, blind to the sea
But you will always be beautiful to me
Hold your breath and close your eyes
I know how much you hate to say goodbye
But no one here gets out alive
You promised me...
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6. |
One More Drink
03:52
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She's looking good and I'm looking blitzed, yeah, I know nothing can stop me now. Her boyfriend's here and he's looking pissed, well, I guess I can't blame him. I ate all the pretzels and I drank up all the salsa con queso and now my mouth is dry and my guts are churning up deep inside. Will someone please hold my hair down? Down down let's all have another round, I won't be having fun until I'm falling to the ground, Drag me off the floor and grab the bathroom door, If I can puke it up I might have room for just one more drink
Well look who's back and I'm feeling great! Yeah, screw all you suckers who counted me out, Oh hey new girl, wow, you showed up late, come on, let's do a shot or seven. I get a little sentimental so here's fair warning, 'cause I know without a doubt I'm gonna black out, but please go easy when you tell me about the dumb things I'm about to... Say that you love me, I think I love you too, your friend is better looking but I would rather have you. And now that you've watched me pissing in the sink, what do you say we hit the dance floor, as soon as I get one more drink?
Down down down let's all have another round, the cops are almost here let's run this thing into the ground, farewell my darling the pleasure's been all mine but if you could bail me out I think we'll have the time to share another kiss and maybe we'll get one more drink.
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7. |
Seattle
04:00
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So you have mushrooms in the carpet of your basement apartment? It doesn't mean you have to bleed like Iggy Pop. So you can't catch a ball or carry on a conversation with a girl? It doesn't mean you have to join some silly band. The Kids will let you know what they decide, please take a seat outside.
That shiny headed man sells records from The Heights. Lives with his crazy sister, or maybe that's his wife. Both taking turns pretending to be The Red Queen. Inhaling vodka and then "off with your head!" they scream. The Kids will let you know what they decide, please take a seat outside.
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8. |
Glad We Didn't Work Out
02:41
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Took this heart of mine, put it on the line
I was buying what you're selling and I took a ride
Up the high road through the friend zone
But I woke up and I saw who you really were
I'm over you now, I'm throwing the switch
I'm calling you out, burning the bridge
'Cause I've seen through your lies and now I realize that
I'm glad we didn't work out
I'm really glad we didn't work out
Reputation of indecision
Your hipster nonchalance is known all around the world
Validation through attention
I bet you'll double book the night of your funeral
I'm calling you out, and burning the bridge
I'm over you now, F*** off you b****!
I've seen through your bulls*** and all I gotta say is
I'm glad we didn't work out
I'm really glad we didn't work out
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9. |
Attitude Replacement
04:37
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I started smoking, because I started thinking "if I start drinking, maybe I could sing". Then I did a little bump and now I can't stop thinking how our band should swing.
But I never picked up my guitar
I just hung out at the bar
On my list of mistakes
That's pretty high
Hang it up, I got an attitude replacement
Can't help feeling all shook down
Sorry ma, I got an attitude replacement
On the road, I'm treatment bound
Thoughts are spoken
Eyes are winking
Started thinking I wasn't shy
Started stroking her hair with ink
At least I'm thinking that I could try
But I never picked up my guitar
I just hung out at the bar
On my list of regrets
That's pretty high
Hang it up, I got an attitude replacement
Can't help feeling all shook down
Sorry ma, I got an attitude replacement
On the road, I'm treatment bound
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10. |
Sad Bastard Waltz
04:49
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Break the skin
Fill the hour glass
Needles in
Bleed all the colour out of your eyes
When it's all perfectly white we can start again
Close your eyes
Taste your medicine
Open wide
What you do not bring forth will destroy you
When it's all perfectly white we can start again
A virgin white canvas
Like Christmas morning
Magic and empty and...
When it's all perfectly white we can start again
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11. |
Hundred Dollar Bill
04:06
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She comes walking through those automatic glass doors, right on up to the counter like my mid-life crisis just waiting to happen. Says she needs to make an out of state call and could I (please!) make her change for a hundred dollar bill? I just smile as I explain that it's strictly against store policy.
Five minutes later I'm pretending to read, watching her bob and weave on the payphone outside, when Dick the night manager pops the till, sees the hundred dollar bill. He calls me dumb white trash, sends me out back with a mop, to clean up, cuz the men's room is overthrowing again.
Oh god no, here we go, another black mark on my soul, another happy place that I cannot go.
Oh god no, here we go, another black mark on my soul, another happy place that I cannot go.
It's 10:30 and I'm behind the counter again, wondering how I could possibly be craving a cigarette this bad, when I gave up smoking in 1857. These two brothers get in line, I can tell they're pretty high, just laughing and joking about this crazy blonde stripper passing counterfeit hundred dollar bills.
It's past midnite and I'm taking stock in the beer cave, thinking about how bad I effed up. Not just tonight man, my whole life. So I'm counting cases, making sure we got enough up on the racks for the one o'clock rush when I get this bad feeling, like the fingernail of God, running down the blackboard of my spine. That's when I see her familiar face, she's reaching for a six of Mike's Hard Lemonade, and I'm looking in her eyes when she recognizes me. They fill with a mixture of disgust and pity.
That's the last thing I remember. That's the last thing I remember, Officer. That's the last thing I remember, Your Honor. That's the last thing I remember.
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