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Anna Said
02:29
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Anna said, if I stay, I could only be your dream
But you can dream without me
Counting days, from the end till the end of everything
The moon won't look down on me
I think of everything you've said
Was it all in my head?
I'll give back all the words you gave me
Just tell me that you want me now
And I'll mend and break all at once
And I'll curse myself tomorrow
If I holler would you hear me?
I used to think you could
Now we're just two people
Hello hollow
I think of everything you said
Was it all in my head?
I'll give back all the words you gave to me
Just tell me that you want me now
And I'll mend and break all at once
And I'll curse myself tomorrow
Watch the mail every day
and hope that no one knows I'm lost
Since you could dream without me
Anna said, I can see that you'll never be like me
Will you miss me little?
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Weariness
04:16
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Fraying at the edges
Worn down, wearing out
Dreams all are entangled,
strung up, can't get out
Wanna drip into drowse where I sink but I never drown
Please, all I need is some rest
Drifting lost in a fog, vision clouds, eyelids drizzle down
Soaked to the bone in weariness
I'm so fucking tired
Everything is muck
Plod on through the mire
Sometimes I get stuck
Wanna slip into sleep where I fall but never hit the ground
Please, all I need is some rest
Yawning, trapped, tattered, spent,
ragged, sapped, frazzled, nearly dead
I'm sick and tired of weariness
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3. |
One Night Song
02:22
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One night song, and I know that nothing's wrong
My thoughts you guessed, so tell me the rest
I've heard it before, and I know that you'll whisper more
My thoughts you guessed, so tell me the rest
Now that we are talking (this was never you)
I like talking (this was never me)
I never know how it begins
But I know how quick it ends
We're here tonight and I know the chance is slight
I'm just sleeping for repeating
It's been so long since I've sung this cowboy song
I will sing again, the songs never end
Now that we are talking (this was never you)
I like talking (this was never me)
I never know how it begins
But I know how quick it ends
I'd really like to go if you want to take me home
It's all right with me, I'll even go happily
But don't you ever believe this one night could mean a thing
I can't trust one night
One night song, and I know I know that nothing's wrong
My thoughts you guessed, there is no rest
I've heard it before, and I know that you'll say no more
My thoughts you guessed, there is no rest
Now that we are talking (this was never you)
I like talking (this was never me)
I never know how it begins
But I know how...
I like talking (this was never you)
We are talking (this was never me)
I never know how it begins
But I know how...
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Sex, Murder, Art
02:35
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Six months drumming in a thrash band
And my eyes were heavy and dull
I wrote the lyrics but my words outplayed
My heart at every show
I read it in a book by Kosinski
But it didn't make much sense
Then I saw it on Oprah Winfrey
And I understood the pretense
Wanted to feel it for myself
Wanted to feel it for me
I met her in a club in Phoenix
Where we played a lousy show
She said,'I really dig your music'
I said, 'Hey, c'mon, let's go'
We sat back in her big bed
Smoking her last cigarette
She sat watching Oprah Winfey
While I stared at her naked neck
Wanted to feel it for myself
Wanted to feel it for me
Sex, murder, art
Two years later were back in Phoenix
And I saw that girl again
I couldn't look at her
Because the thought had been my sin
Because the thought had been my sex, murder, art
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What a moribund year
I was more or less a mess amid a horrible fear
That she would never come home
And I'd never get to see her again
'Cause she traveled over the sea
Put a billion briny gallons in between her and me
But now the day has arrived
When she's flying home to see me again
I hope the airplane doesn't crash
I don't know what I'd do
If her flight became a flightless before it was meant to
And it plummeted down
And was pulverized to dust on the ground
'Cause she is the reason I smile
She's the only thing that's making my life worthwhile
If she should suddenly cease
to exist I think I'd have to kill me
I hope the airplane doesn't crash
And so she was here for a while
But then she packed it up again and traveled back to the isles
Where she's got a residency
Oh I hope it's only temporary
Now I'm stepping onto the plane
Oh I gotta see here because I'm going insane
I'm in a panic attack
Oh I hope the airplane doesn't crash
They all said she'd never leave - then she left
They were all so sure she was gone for good - she came back
When she left again they said it is the end - very sad
They say I'm a fool, they haven't got a clue - I wish they'd all shut up
What do they know anyway?
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Lurking About Boston, Massachusetts
A band, from Boston, early '90's.
Dan Jordan, guitar and vox.
Evan Mulligan,
bass and vox.
Chris Jackson, drums and vox.
(James Gaudette, drums for the first year.)
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