1. |
Mad Love
04:29
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Lady, I see the sand
In the hourglass
Throw signs one more time to the waves
And we don't have the time
To take another pass
Don't listen to the words in the way
They're all in the way
They're all in the way, yeah
That’s mad love, that's mad love
Take me out to the wash then you're
Leaving me out to dry
That's mad love, that's mad love
Take the thorn out of my paw
But your sticking it right in my side, oh
Darlin’
I've grown unsure of the window screen
Nothing’s getting thru like it oughtta be
Oh no, what do I do?
What did you decide for me?
I’m rolling on the floor in a sty
Doomed to harbor parasites
Oh yeah, and they're all in the way
They're all in the way, yeah
That's mad love, that's mad love
Taking me to the window, then you're
Hanging me on the line
That's mad love, don't you know it is
Reaching down into my mind but you're
Never giving any back, oh
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2. |
Wah Wah Warhead
02:51
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Mama
Don't you see this ain't no world for me
Take me out of the wooly wooly line
And Daddy
Don't you drop your dirty bombs on me
And not on anybody any other time
It won't take long
For the storm to come and sweep us on
It won't take long
Oh the rains been falling all along
It won't take long, no
Everybody
Guessing ‘bout where it all went wrong
And whether we're all in a circulatory bind
Oh cause the packages never fail to arrive
Down on everybody every other time
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Daisy May's gone back to school
She ain't done cookin’ yet
And I'm just sitting round on my porch
With everything all set
On my
Nice little Saturday morning
Ah ah
Jeffery gene’s got his pantry cleared
So he went and got another cart
And I'm just laying out on my lawn
Soaking in all the art
Of my
Nice little Saturday morning
Ah ah
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4. |
Liturgy in the Hot Club
02:00
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Autumn is falling
It's another somber night for this boy
Drifting through the gauntlet
Of all these bottles and luxuries to enjoy
But
Ooh ahh oh
I know exactly where to be
Here in the hot club liturgy
The leaves have all fallen
Off the barren trees so cold
Get up from your crawlin’
And open a new door to behold
Everybody swinging in jubilation
And that's the way it oughtta be
Mmm the hot club liturgy
Then some big fella with inner turmoil
Tries to shake me, he won't break
Just wants my blood to boil
But
Autumn is falling
I think I'm gonna go for a ride
HA
My feet on the pedals
Shoulders swinging from side to side
And surely I'll find more food to open wide
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5. |
Surfin' Gator
02:23
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*seagull noises*
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6. |
No No, Not Today
02:21
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Well I wanna go downtown and have some fun when the getting gun’s done
Yeah I wana waltz down the street
And see all the ground that's a’touchin my feet
Enjoy those little things when you ask me “what is it for?”
Oh well, boy boy boy ain't it good to me?
But you never had fun and all you had to do
Was groove groove groove with your company
But you never did that and you're still
Not today
No no no no no no no no no
Not today, baby
Im not the one who's gonna find some other home, boy
Sayin’ when you come up from somewhere
Just try to feed the fish even if you're the bear
Mind your lovers and where those tepid breeds come from
I just don't know, don't have, don't provide no need to climb upon every rung
You'll see me just sipping on a little tea
Trying to please everyone
And I may be down in a winter gutter
But I'm sitting in the summer
Soaking up the sun oh no
No no no no no no no
Not today, baby
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Little one you don't really look so mean
Lying there just below the glowing screen
Well is there need to open their eyes?
Is there need, for to see their side?
Is it wrong to stay calm, Is it wrong?
Just stay calm, ah
Blooming buds everytime you look my way
Still the words never figure what to say
But is there need to understand it?
Is there need for to kill now?
Is it right to cut ties, is it right?
Be untied oh!
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8. |
Hades Baby
01:59
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My baby's getting cold
Ain't got nobody to hold
Poor boy’s feelin most alone
And I only need one dime
To get through in time, yeah
Stripped down to bike and hair
Eyeballs give a pop and stare
Mister creature so debonaire
And I might make it outta there
If
I knew what to wear, well
I'm gonna hitch a ride to Hades
Cause it's snowing on my baby
Baby baby
Now I'm all froze up again
Poor boy lost another friend
Only one more letter to send
And I tell ya it's getting so dire
But it's not the end cause
Im gonna hitch a ride to Hades
Cause it's snowing on my baby
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9. |
This Time
05:46
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I'm not the type of girl
That’s gonna take you for a whirl
And leave you upside down
Oh, all the way across the town
Well, don't you look up to me
Be it that I may leave you dry or faded
Through the vines
Velvet patterns
Fall this time…
There is a way anyone can view the world
Without a fear of having everything unfurled
Im not the one who's gonna bear your every motivation
There's someone looking out
But they may be stuck at the station
Don't look away from pain
It might be wise to stay a while
And collect a little more
So you will know
Who's at the door
This time...
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