1. |
Drecksack
03:32
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(instrumental)
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2. |
Spiderweb Song
03:55
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Sue was wrapped up in blue,
spiderweb made of silk and glue.
Though try, did she,
she couldn’t get free.
Oh no…
Days and nights came and went,
spent
suspended in spider cement.
And cry, did she,
constantly.
Oh no…
And why did she
follow the spider into that hole,
the hole inside of her?
Why would she
follow that spider?
Well, I know….
Sue was stuck in a web,
‘twas a trap the spider had set.
Hopelessly caught
in a tangle of thoughts.
Oh no….
Plans were made and then scrapped
when the spider would tighten it’s wrap.
All of her plots
would end up all for naught.
Oh no…
And why did she
follow the spider into that hole,
the hole inside of her?
Why would she
follow that spider?
Well, I know…
And I know there are times
when I just want to walk away,
leave her behind,
put her out of her misery
and me out of mine,
but, you see,
we are meant to be, meant to be…
Meant to be…
Sue was wrapped up in blue,
spiderweb made of silk and glue.
Though try, did she,
she couldn’t get free.
Oh no…
And cry, did she,
constantly.
Oh no…
Crying and weeping
and calling to me.
Oh no…
Oh no, no…
And why did she
follow the spider into that hole,
the hole inside of her?
Why would she
follow that spider
into the hole,
that hole inside of her?
Why would she
follow the spider?
Well, I know…
Yes, I know…
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3. |
Turn
03:22
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If you leave,
I’ll go mad.
If you go,
I’ll be bad.
Fire away,
ring some bells,
then I’ll turn
it on myself.
Oh.
Turn away,
turn on me.
I’ll be bad,
you will see.
Cock my gun,
watch them run.
When I’m done
it’s my turn…
Oh.
Turn around,
please come back.
Walk out that door,
and I’ll be bad.
Bullets fly,
raise some hell,
then I’ll turn
it on myself.
Then I’ll turn
it on myself.
Then I’ll turn
it on myself….
Oh.
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4. |
Okay. Bye.
03:17
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We had our thrills,
we had some fun.
It's over now
and we are done.
Eden is wasted
and overrun
by the last, wild bramble
of a dying sun...
A bridge I built
but to burn in time,
I left my heart there
for you to find.
A bridge I built
but to burn in time,
I left my heart there...
And you say,
'Okay.'
And you say,
'Okay.'
'Bye.'
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5. |
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I was looking for you, baby,
I was drenched to the bone.
Searching for your broken heart
under each and every stone.
But all I found was a pile of dead leaves
at the end of the rainbow.
A pile of dead leaves
at the end of the rainbow…
Made my way back here, baby,
to where I left you alone.
I came back, like I said I would, baby,
but there's nobody home.
Just a pile of dead leaves
at the end of the rainbow.
A pile of dead leaves
at the end of the rainbow…
So I’m gonna wait here for you, baby,
I’ll wait ‘til the sun goes down.
And if you don’t come back, baby,
I’ll lay my body on the ground
under a pile of dead leaves
at the end of the rainbow.
A pile of dead leaves
at the end of the rainbow.
That’s where you’ll find me,
at the end of the rainbow.
Under a pile of dead leaves
that’s where you’ll find me…
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6. |
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e’ll call ourselves
‘The Tragic Two’…
The smoke machines,
the bad reviews.
We’ll sing our little songs,
get hooked on drugs
and all the while
fall madly in love.
We could be moving
big, black boxes.
We should be moving
big, black boxes…
Through word of mouth
and telephone poles,
The Tragic Two
would rock and roll.
We’d do the one
‘bout how you break my heart.
But you and I know
we could never part…
We should be moving
big, black boxes.
We could be moving
big, black boxes…
From one side of town,
one side of town to the other.
We could be moving
big, black boxes…
A standard E for you.
And a modified C for me.
It won’t be easy.
No, no, no.
but we’ll work out the details.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Just you and me…
When the suit rolls in
with his snaky hand,
we’ll say, “thanks,
but no thanks, man.”
We want to sing our little songs,
maybe we’ll kick these drugs,
but all the while
we’ll stay madly in love.
The Tragic Two,
forever in love!
We could be moving
big, black boxes.
We should be moving
big, black boxes…
From one side of town,
one side of town to the other.
We could be moving
big, black boxes…
Big, black boxes.
From one side of town,
one side of town to the other.
We should be moving
big, black boxes.
Big, black boxes...
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7. |
Dragonfly, Dragonfly
03:45
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Dragonfly, dragonfly~
The kitchen's a mess,
my bed is unmade
and I am undressed.
Dragonfly, dragonfly~
My house is on fire,
the roof is collapsing
and I am so tired.
Tired of waiting,
tired of being blue.
Dragonfly, dragonfly~
Take me with you...
Take me to Athens,
Georgia or Greece.
It doesn't matter,
just take me with you, please.
Dragonfly, dragonfly~
My life is a mess,
I'm alone and afraid,
I think I'm depressed.
And tired of wondering
if I'm gonna make it through.
Dragonfly, dragonfly~
Take me with you...
These things that surround me,
they're not even here,
and even moreso
as I watch them disappear.
So take me to Athens,
Georgia or Greece,
or maybe a joyride
over the reeds.
I'm tired of wasting
precious time as I do.
Dragonfly, dragonfly~
Take me with you...
Dragonfly, dragonfly~
Take me with you...
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8. |
Strange Things Happen
02:43
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Strange things happen to a man on the road.
Strange things happen to a man who's alone...
It doesn't matter where you come from,
it doesn't matter where you wanna go.
It doesn't matter if you're on your way home,
it doesn't matter who you know.
Strange things happen to a man on the road.
Strange things happen to a man who's alone...
Strange things happen...
Strange things happen to a man on the road.
Strange things happen to a man who's alone...
Well, back home you gotta solid life,
that life don't mean a thing out here.
Back home you gotta loving wife,
she can't hear you calling out
here.
Strange things happen to a man on the road.
Strange things happen to a man who's alone...
Strange things happen...
Strange things happen.
Strange things happen.
Strange things happen
that you never heard about at home...
Strange things happen...
Strange things happen.
Strange things happen.
Strange things happen
that you never heard about at home...
Strange things happen...
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9. |
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(instrumental)
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10. |
Knife
06:31
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Twist a little deeper,
memories still linger.
She may be my soul-bride.
Angle’s getting steeper.
Reflection of my fingers,
disappearing inside.
She may be my soul-bride.
Sharpened steel and painted red.
In the Summer we will wed,
by the Winter she’ll be dead.
Scar upon her shoulder,
growing as I hold her.
Someone should have told her.
By the Winter she’ll be dead.
Dead...
Body’s growing colder,
someone should have told her.
She may my soul-bride.
In the Summer we will wed,
by the Winter she’ll be dead.
She may my soul-bride.
She may my soul-bride...
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