1. |
Sweet Misery of Youth
03:38
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I got a story
Impossible to tell
It’s like chasing shadows
In the darkness of a well
That kind of darkness dirties up my mind
I couldn't tell no more the shadows from the light
When it come on like a curse
It's only getting worse
I didn’t know
I even had a choice
I didn't know
I even had a voice
So I paint these words in space
To break the shadow’s spell
To tell a story impossible to tell
And all the boys and girls
Living in the fucked up world
All I got are the blues
Cuz I can’t afford any other color of the rainbow
Torn loose and lost and thrown any which way the winds blow
Rainbow thief with black teeth
He's digging his hole inside me
We just sing along
And the song goes on and on
Sweet misery of youth
You don’t know the truth
When it come on like a curse
It’s only getting worse
And all the boys and girls
Living in the fucked up world
They just sing along
And the song goes on and on
Sweet misery of youth
Misery of youth
Misery of youth
Misery
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2. |
Strange Creatures
04:25
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When you were leaving from your hometown
You watched the city disappear
'Cuz your father said you were no good
And your mother, she filled you with her fear
Yeah, you
And you were flying towards the low sun
Far away from city walls
Catch the wings of sparrows
That fill the valley with their calls
To you . . . you
I know you try so hard
You get caught in a jar
Where you can’t breath
I know you’re not to blame
'Cuz everyone’s just so insane
We’re strange creatures
Such strange creatures
Such strange creatures
Here among the damaged ones
We're tethered to the cruel horizon
But you should know all that by now
I can’t tell you what to do
I won’t be your entertainment
I won’t be a feather in your ruin
But I know you try so hard
You get caught in a jar
Where you can’t breath
I know you’re not to blame
'Cuz everyone’s just so insane
We’re strange creatures
Such strange creatures
Such strange creatures
Here among the damaged ones
Tethered to the cruel horizon
But I know we try so hard
We get caught in a jar
Where we can’t breath
I know we're all the same
'Cuz everyone’s just so insane
We’re strange creatures
Such strange creatures
Such strange creatures
Here among the damaged ones
We're tethered to the cruel horizon
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3. |
Cammy in the City
03:12
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See Cammy in the City
Little Johnny by her side
They look so Trash and Vaudeville
They'll take you for a ride
So eat your methamphetamines
We go dancing on a wire
Cammy in the City
You should see her smile
When everything you ever wanted costs more and more and more
Don’t tempt me with a good time
'Cuz I can’t take it anymore
See Cammy in the City
She's spinning on the floor
Raise your bullwhip higher
Little Johnny by your side
We eat our methamphetamines
We set the night on fire
When everything you ever dreamed of falls right through the floor
Don’t tempt me with a good time
'Cuz I can’t take it anymore
See Cammy in the city
She’s spinning on the floor
Raise your bullwhip higher
Little Johnny by your side
We eat our methamphetamines
It’s 1989
When everything you ever wanted costs more and more and more
And everything you ever dreamed of falls right through the floor
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4. |
Burning Airlines
03:01
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JJ's back in town
He’s been on the run
Don’t come around here no more
You’re already gone
You gotta wet fist for a heart
You’re scum
Jackoff booths for your eyes
Ain’t that fun
That ain’t what you want to hear me say
Panic sinks into your skin
You’re standing at the Palace of Entrails
Begging let me in
When the night tastes like blood
At 4am
It’s a sin, it’s a sin, it’s a sin
But you get right in
That ain’t what you want to hear me say
I remember driving you to the airport
We had my Brian Eno tape on my stereo
Burning airlines give you so much more
Well you were burning more than that
As you shut the door
That ain’t what you want to hear me say
Yeah, you're gone
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5. |
Wild Child
03:42
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I was talking to Chuck in his Genghis Khan suit
And his wizard's hat
He spoke of his movie and how he was making a new sound track
Then we spoke of kids on the coast
And different types of organic soap
And the way suicides don't leave notes
We talked of Loraine, always back to Lorraine
I was speaking to Phil who was given to pills and small racing cars
He'd given them up since his last crack-up had carried him too far
Then we spoke of movies and verse
And the way an actress held her purse
And the way life at times can get worse
We spoke of Loraine, always back to Lorraine
She's a wild child. No one can get at her
She's a wild child. No one can get to her
She's standing on the streets, all alone
Without a house or a home until she begs you, please
Oh, baby, can I have some spare change
Oh, can I break your heart?
I was talking to Betty about her auditions, how they made her ill
Life in the theater is certainly fraught
With many spills and chills
But she'd come down after some wine
Which is what happens most of the time
Then we both spoke in rhyme
We spoke of Loraine, it's always back to Lorraine
I was speaking to Ed who'd been reported dead by a mutual friend
He thought it was funny that I had no money to spend on him
So we shared a piece of sweet cheese
And spoke of our lives and our dreams
And the way things come apart at the seams
We spoke of Lorraine, always back to Lorraine
She's a wild child, and no one can get to her
She's a wild child. No one can get at her
She's standing on the streets, all alone
Without a house or a home until she asks you, please,
Oh, baby, can I have some spare change
I wanna break your heart!
She's a wild child
She's a wild child
She's a wild child
She's a wild child
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6. |
No Pleasure
03:15
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There’s no pleasure here
I tremble, I’m so cold
So all alone
Can’t believe that this is real
What the fuck am I doing here?
I don’t know, I don’t know
But I was never so good at this
In fact, I never gave a shit
If you tell me this is love
I’m gonna be sick
I’m gonna be sick
I'm gonna be sick
Somebody better get me on my knees
Somebody better make me scream
You better make me scream
Somebody better hold me tight
Before I blow like dynamite tonight, tonight
Cuz t I never was so good at this
In fact, I never gave a shit
If you tell me this is love
I’m gonna be sick
I’m gonna be sick
I’m gonna be sick
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