1. |
Pavement To A Wheel
01:40
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It never really ends,
a bruise that just won't heal...
I wish I didn't feel,
or was numb
like pavement to a wheel...
I used to wish to keep it together,
now I wish to make it through.
I used to wish to keep it together,
now I wish to start anew~
Beginnings lead to endings
and endings are beginnings, too.
Beginnings lead to endings
and endings are beginnings, too.
Beginnings lead to endings
and endings are beginnings, too...
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Gonna fall for the first pretty face I see.
Gonna make her see the light inside of me.
Gonna pour my heart, my art, all over her….
She’ll let me bleed….
I’m comin' clean to the next girl that comes my way.
Gonna tell her everything you wouldn’t let me say.
Gonna bare my heart and soul to her….
She’ll let me bleed….
Gonna fall for the first pretty face I see.
Gonna make her see the good inside of me.
She’ll break my heart, steal my art, and walk away!
She’ll let me bleed…
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Do you remember the day
the Committee came down to meet us?
As their white hands sprung from business suits
to greet us.
With promise of a new age...
where you grow old before you're stuck in a jar,
like another aborted fetus.
Hip! Hip! Hooray! Our heroes saved us from our suffering!
Hail! Hail! The harbingers and their peaceful offering!
You hang up the phone,
it's written in stone
by The Etched Heart Committee...
Well spoken and versed
in the language of the people.
With a deeper understanding of good
and evil.
The pamphlets dispursed...
Born again to a partial birth
and the words of the vain and feeble.
Hip! Hip! Hooray! Our heroes saved us from our pity!
Hail! Hail! The harbingers of this fair city!
You hang up the phone,
it's written in stone
by The Etched Heart Committee...
Yes, I remember the day
the Committee came down to meet us.
As their white hands strained to spank her child
and defeat us.
They left in a haze of smoke...
And she choked to death on disclaimers,
as we stood there
holding our hangers...
Hip! Hip! Hooray! Our heroes saved us from our sorrow!
Hail! Hail! The harbingers of this bright tomorrow!
You hang up the phone,
it's written in stone...
I have seen the future and it don't look pretty...
To hell with the harbingers of this fucked up city!
It's written in stone,
you hung up the phone
on The Etched Heart Committee...
The Etched Heart Committee...
The Etched Heart Committee...
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4. |
Summer Of Serpents
03:04
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Blood in the fountain,
blood on the wall,
blood on the curtains,
on carpet I crawl.
Summer of serpents
thru winter willows wave...
How could a true friend
in such a way behave?
Curtains are drawn from
a single open vein.
Bleed out my sadness,
release all my pain.
Blood in the fountain,
blood on the wall.
Crawl on the carpet
and wait for your call.
Summer of serpents
thru winter willows wave...
How could a true friend
in such a way behave?
In Spring-time, Athena
had sprung from my head
if only to find that
my body was dead.
With blood in the fountain,
blood on the wall,
blood on the curtains,
withdrawn from it all.
Summer of serpents
thru winter willows wave...
How could a true friend
in such a way behave?
For so long I waited
in my love's shallow grave,
a summer of serpents
thru winter willows wave...
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5. |
I'll Go On Ahead
02:15
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I’ll go on ahead, I’ll
clear a path, I’ll
check the blueprints, I will
do the math.
I have
no reason to doubt you,
you have
never led me astray.
But this time let me take the lead,
I think I know the way…
I’ll go on ahead, I’ll
take the brunt, I’ll
be your fall guy, I will
be your number one.
I am
not leaving without you,
we’re to-
gether, come what may.
But this time follow me, my dear,
I think I know the way…
You’ve seen me through
thick and thin,
at my best
and at my worst.
Now I know how
this highway bends so
I’ll go first…
I’ll go on ahead, I’ll
survey the landscape, I'll
make sure it’s safe and then I’ll,
I'll take you by the hand.
They can’t
make us stay if we don’t want to,
the course is ours to lay.
So trust me, dear, to get us there,
I think I know the way.
I'll break the rocks,
I'll pick the locks.
Believe me when I say;
I’ll walk you to it
and talk you through it…
I think I know the way.
Yes, I’m sure I know the way.
Whoa, I know
I know
the way…
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6. |
Right Down The Line
04:45
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You know I need your love,
you got that hold over me.
As long as I got your love,
you know that I'll never leave.
When I wanted you to share my life,
I had no doubt in my mind.
It's been you,
woman,
right down the line.
I know how much I lean on you,
only you can see.
The changes that I've been through
have left their mark on me.
You've been as constant as the Northern Star,
the brightest light that shines.
It's been you,
woman,
right down the line.
I just wanna say
this is my way of telling you
everything
I could never say before...
Yeah, this is my way
of telling you
that every day
I'm loving you so much more...
'Cause you believed in me
through my darkest night.
Put something better
inside of me,
you brought me into the light.
Threw away all those crazy dreams,
I put them all behind.
And it's been you,
woman,
right down the line.
If I should doubt myself,
if I'm losing ground,
I won't turn to someone else.
They'd only let me down.
When I wanted you to share my life,
I had no doubt in my mind.
It was you,
woman,
right down the line.
And it's been you,
woman,
right down the line.
I just wanna say
this is my way of telling you
everything
I could never say before...
Yeah, this is my way
of telling you
that every day
I'm loving you so much more...
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7. |
(rube goldberg machine)
00:19
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(skit)
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8. |
Reyna's Ribcage
04:20
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Break down the door…
Crawl on all fours…
I don’t care anymore.
Trying to get in Reyna’s ribcage,
trying to get in Reyna’s ribcage…
She clipped my wings…
Kissed my bee-sting…
I don’t feel a thing.
Trying to get in Reyna’s ribcage,
trying to get in…
I broke the rules…
I lit the fuse…
What else could I do?
I was trying to get in Reyna’s ribcage,
trying to get in Reyna’s ribcage!
Searching for secrets pressed in her lips.
Looking for clues on the curve of her hips.
I masked my scent.
I buried the evidence.
Wrapped up tight in Reyna’s ribcage,
wrapped up tight in Reyna’s ribcage…
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9. |
Tarantula Fuzz
05:52
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Eight eyes,
fantasize...
Spiraling stare,
I'm hipnotized.
I'm dizzy and sick...
A pin-prick,
fangs stick
in my thick skin...
My spider veins...
Let the venom in,
let the venom in.
Eight eyes,
white lies...
Black heart,
over-analyzed.
And under my skin,
my thick skin,
good fortune or bad luck.
Fangs stuck my skin...
My spider veins...
Let the venom in.
Is it because
tarantula fuzz
tangles and trips me?
Tickles my fancy??
You don't scare me,
you don't scare me...
Is it because
tarantula fuzz
tangles and trips me?
Tickles my fancy??
You don't scare me,
you don't scare me...
Eight legs,
run away...
Weave their web
and weave their way
back in.
The silk they spin...
Crawl up the spiral stairs again
and slowly creep
into my sleep...
My spider veins...
Let the venom in,
let the venom in.
Eight legs,
here to stay...
Never leave,
forever weave their way
back in.
The silken spin...
Pin-prick penetrates my skin.
Spiraling stare,
up the stairs,
and I am there...
My spider veins...
Let the venom in.
Is it because
tarantula fuzz
tangles and trips me?
Tickles my fancy??
You don't scare me,
you don't scare me...
Is it because
tarantula fuzz
tangles and trips me?
Tickles my fancy??
You don't scare me (or maybe you do),
you don't scare me (maybe you do)...
Is it because
tarantula fuzz
tangles and trips me?
Tickles my fancy??
You don't scare me (or maybe you do),
you don't scare me (maybe you do)...
Oh, is it because
tarantula fuzz
tangles and trips me?
Tickles my fancy??
You don't scare me (or maybe you do),
you don't scare me (maybe you do)...
You don't scare me...
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10. |
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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11. |
It's Only Air...
03:10
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Dig
my fingers
deep, down
to the bone.
Tear the flesh away.
I don't need it anyway...
It's just extra baggage
on a red-eye flight
bound for nowhere.
Losing altitude
and I don't care.
It's only air, it's only air...
Standing high
above the ground,
looking down.
Fighting back the fear.
This town looks beautiful
from up here...
It's just a short drop
from a personal dare.
Falling faster,
and I don't care.
It's only air, it's only air...
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12. |
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(instrumental)
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13. |
(Point My Raygun At) You
04:40
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Moonlight on the highway.
Blue light on the boot bay.
Vinegar and styrene.
Stainless steel and Vaseline...
Flicker, fade and criss-cross.
Crystal clear and chaos.
Orion's bow was pulled back
but you missed out and lost track...
Greyish-green or greenish-grey?
Crosshairs of my death ray.
How? What? Where? When? Why? Who?
Point my raygun at you...
Point my
raygun
at you...
Calipers and sensors.
Plugged into the monitor.
From Mercury to Saturn,
you were talking Jupiter...
Calipers and sensors.
Plugged into the monitor.
From Mercury to Saturn,
you were talking Jupiter...
Moonlight on the highway.
Blue light on the boot bay.
Vinegar and styrene.
Stainless steel and Vaseline...
Flicker, fade and criss-cross.
Crystal clear and chaos.
Orion's bow was pulled back
but you missed out and lost track...
Greyish-green or greenish-grey?
Crosshairs of my death ray.
How? What? Where? When? Why? Who?
Point my raygun at you...
Point my
raygun
at you...
(the point to this is not to miss a single minute)
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