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Take a look at a life
A little cooler than mine
Here comes the knife
So familiar and kind
I know this
Ive seen it before
This is the view
From the floor
Ill do more with your love
Than you’ll do with mine
Here comes the knife
What do we do with the past
Time as a commodity
What do we do with the past
Time as a luxury
I awoke
Into a dream
Held out for acceptance
Hysterical questioning
Why am I
What you say that I am
Ill do more with your love
Than you’ll do with mine
Why am I what you say that I am
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Semi automatic thinking
Safeties off and I’m full
Its a lesson in constraint
You’re trying not to pull
Spit it, never meant it
Hired suit for the wedding
Ill bring mine next time
Opinions adjusted at the door
While you wait
Ill navigate the room
Try not to flee so soon
Inside a mile a moment
This scenario I’ve played it just twice
Say what you’re thinking
Never let yourself think that
Fluid to protect
Time to turn the tap
I know
I know this silence
Do you
Do you feel better now
Force the habit
To enforce the habit
The dominant structure
We build it at pace
I asked if you heard me
Safe do you remember that
Leave it on
Preserve the fury
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I’ve never been so bored in my whole life
Think I might go get a knife
We can play a game where we cut our fingers off for fun
Oh well
Look at the mess we’re in now
Oh well
They’ll never be able to tell
Its all in the way we dress
Look the other way when you cross me on the stairs
And all this could be yours
Lake view lake access
Don’t forget to shut the front door
This is what it feels like
to finally arrive
This is what it feels like
Been working all your life
Finally made it
Welcome to your new life
Welcome to the glass life
Overhead lighting only I apologise
Place your things down over there
There’s no need to run and hide
No need to be scared
You’ve made it
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4. |
Slunk - Cactus (Pixies)
02:28
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Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that I had something you wore
I put it on when I go lonely
Will you take off your dress and send it to me
I miss your kissing and I miss your head
And a letter in your writing doesn’t mean you’re not dead
Run outside in the desert heat
Make your dress all wet and send it to me
I miss your soup and I miss your bread
And a letter in your writing doesn’t mean you’re not dead
So spill your breakfast and drip your wine
Just wear that dress when you dine
P I X I E S
Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore
Bloody your hands on a cactus tree
Wipe it on your dress and send it to me
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I don’t want it, I don’t want it, I don’t want it
I don’t want it I don’t, don’t want it!
When you think it can’t get any worse, they come with the most outrageous
Filth and dirt and lies, filth and dirt and lies.
When you think it can’t get any worse, they come with the most outrageous
Filth and dirt and lies, filth and dirt and lies.
They’re full of shit, they’re full of shit, they’re full of shit
They’re full of shit, they’re full of shit!
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The view from above comes at the right time
Chest puffing, puffing on a vape.
The chick below is more than breast and thighs
Wait ‘til she opens her wings and flies away.
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ignoring it
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Sadly the only way to get to shut your stupid fucking mouth
How do you like your breast cooked?
Not like that!
Bathing in oil, in patriarchal foil.
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ignoring it
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Sadly the only way to get to shut your stupid fucking mouth
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Not giving in
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Keep looking ahead, ‘cause ahead is a place where you don’t have to deal with:
Beach harassment
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Bright skies warming my heart
Scorching earth screaming
For our attention
One day you realise that everything has been disrupted
And no one will fix it
Another day you recognise the part you play is worth the time
And maybe we’ll fix it
This old wall strong and stubborn
Has left a scratch on the metal
But you can choose to deal with it
Or let it go over your head
One day you realise that everything has been disrupted
And no one will fix it
Another day you recognise the part you play is worth the time
And maybe, yes maybe, we’ll fix it.
Or will we?
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What you see is just a façade
Come on in and you will see
Keep walking, keep walking
High ceilings
And also a mini market
Also a café
Family business
Guitars on the wall, guitarras na parede
Paper mats on the tables
Game show on Portuguese TV
Ha, ha, ha
Meat and two sides
Ha, ha, ha
Dreamy sardines
Ha, ha, ha
A Taskinha, A Taskinha
The dessert fridge catches my eye
Try the chicken, delicious beer and viño verde
Continue caminhando, continue caminhando,
A Taskinha
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Who took the bomp?
Every day and night, every day and night
I can see yr disco, disco dick
Is sucking my heart out of my mind
I'm outta time, I'm outta fucking time
I'm a gasoline gut with a Vaseline mind, but
Wanna disco? Wanna see me disco?
Let me hear you depoliticize my rhyme
(One, two, three, four)
You got what you been asking for
Yr so policy free and yr fantasy wheels
And everything you think and everything you feel
Is alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
I take you home, now watch me get you hot
Yr just a parrot when yr screaming and yr shouting
"More crackers, please! More crackers, please!"
You want what you want but you don't wanna be on your knees
Who does yr, who does yr hair?
Who took the bomp from the bomp-a-lomp-a-lomp?
Who took the ram from the rama-lama-ding-dong?
Who took the bomp from the bomp-a-lomp-a-lomp?
Who took the ram from the rama-lama-ding-dong?
"How are you?’ "Fine, thank you?"
You bought a new van the first year of yr band
Yr cool and I hardly wanna say "not"
Because I'm so bored
That I'd be entertained even by a stupid floor
A linoleum floor, linoleum floor
Yr lyrics are dumb like a linoleum floor
I'll walk on it, I'll walk all over you
Walk on it, walk on it, walking one, two
(Who? Who? Who? Who?)
Who took the bomp from the bomp-a-lomp-a-lomp?
Who took the ram from the rama-lama-ding-dong?
Who took the bomp from the bomp-a-lomp-a-lomp?
Who took the ram from the rama-lama-ding-dong?
"See you later"
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I was today years old
When I found (found found found found)
Myself
You’ve arrived, just woke up to this
Strap it on, you’re about to get fucked
It’s the milky way or the highway
Mother Nature is making love
A newborn’s eyes stares straight inside
The placenta of the uni-
Verse two be or not to be
Mummy, no!
Before I even ask the question
She put me on the naughty step again
Verse three, to sink and not to swim
Mummy knows, that I started as a fish
It’s wet, it’s warm, it’s wild, it’s safe
What is the womb to you?
What is the womb womb womb womb womb womb
To to you you you you you you
What is the point point point point in your
point of view view view view view
You are the
Placenta of the universe
Placenta of the universe
Placenta of the universe
Placenta of the universe
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This is just the tip of the fucking iceberg
A kiss on the hand may be quite continental
But pockets are a girl's best friend
Practical clothes they are quite fundamental
I’m hangin’ on by a thread
I’m bursting at the seams
(more than a pocket)
Are you gonna roll your sleeves up?
(more than a pocket)
Systematic change
(more than a pocket)
Can you dig a little deeper
(more than a pocket)
We want more
This is war
I don’t wanna be equal
(more than a pocket)
I wanna be free
(more than a pocket)
I don’t wanna be equal
(more than a pocket)
I wanna be free
(more than a pocket)
Free from the suits
(more than a pocket)
Free from the workplace
(more than a pocket)
Free from the shackles
(more than a pocket)
Of a sexist state
More than a pocket
It’s more than a pocket
It’s more than a pocket
We’re all out of pocket
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Push me, and then just touch me
So I can get my satisfaction
Satisfaction
Satisfaction
Push me, satisfaction
Push me and then just touch me
So I can get my satisfaction
Satisfaction
Satisfaction
Push me, satisfaction
Pay me, then you can touch me
And I can get my reparations
Reparations
Reparations
Pay me reparations
Push me and then just touch me
And I can get my satisfaction
Satisfaction
Satisfaction
Pay me all of your money
Push me and then just touch me
So I can get my satisfaction
Pay me then you can touch me
And I can get my reparations
Push me and then just touch me
And I can get my satisfaction
Satisfaction
Satisfaction
Push me satisfaction
Pay me then you can touch me
And I can get my reparations
Reparations
Reparations
Give me all of your money
Ha ha ha
All of your money
Satisfaction
Satisfaction
Give me satisfaction
[satisfied noises]
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13. |
Tummyache - Loose Ends
02:51
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planted seed, quiet mind
kiss the ground just to suck it dry
you can try everything twice
in overpriced paradise
syncopated, wedding gown
turn that frown upside down
your body aches when he’s not around
need to downsize
hey its okay to wait
don’t bend until you break
you’ll have to start again
thread the needle, chase the hare
pick up pieces here and there
a recipe for being sick
boiled egg, throw a fit
who’d you brush under the rug
i’m second string all along
drag that body up the hill
and try to commit
hey its okay to wait
don’t bend until you break
you’ll have to start again
you get what you take
don’t make the same mistake as them
and trip on your loose ends
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echoed generation
all passed down through the pipeline
carried it with it a lone flower
which could grow at the right time
if you can’t get a grip
i’ll get one for you
at least i could try
digging straight to the center
taking cues from the rear view
i saw families splinter
blood can’t always sustain you
if you can’t get a grip
i’ll get one for you
at least i can try (repeating)
a level of some deceit
to practicing what you preach
the answer reaches in pieces
a very human disease
the power of the elite
will come and go like the seasons)
this is
the world that we
live in
especially designed
to keep us in it
and when
the lens is through god's
image
those that survive
make blind commitment
and take us out
the world changes in decades
in man-made highlights
accentuated histories that won’t include me
my dreams the dreams of others
a scream that won’t reverberate
i want to share without giving anything away
an overstuffed brain
a sock drawer too full
butterknife blocking the cutlery tray
water glass on the edge of a table
spaces too packed no where else to fit
no where else to sit
to breathe, to be
a collection of what’s learned or what is sometimes easy
a woman of 21st centuries
i want to eat the cake but wait the weight out
fill my cheeks with air and spit the hate out
i want two faces where you get one
whichever solves the problem
when is it enough? when will i wake up?
target marketing, white girl complaining
mass media campaigning
who’s most oppressed
who wore it best
unlimited sex
violent arrests
innocent deaths
all consumed at 15 seconds or less
is this progress?
wake up!
i’m asking you is this progress?
are you whole?
are you conscious?
are you there?
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there's a place where lovers go
to cry their troubles away
and they call it lonesome town
where the broken hearts stay (lonesome town)
you can buy a dream or two
to last you all through the years
and the only price you pay
is a heart full of tears (full of tears)
goin' down to lonesome town
where the broken hearts stay
goin' down to lonesome town
to cry my troubles away
in the town of broken dreams
the streets are filled with regret
maybe down in lonesome town
i can learn to forget (to forget)
maybe down in lonesome town
i can learn to forget
lonesome town
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