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    when my ups are down
    when my downs are up
    I want you
    feeling inside out and
    from the outside in
    I want you
    on a silver screen
    in a magazine
    i see you
    through the telephone
    or a megaphone
    i want you
    assuring
    confusing
    i see you
    in saintly reverence
    or wicked decadence
    i want you!
    when the days just yawn
    when the nights are long
    I want you
    in a coo-coo tone
    then i shout it home
    i want you​


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    Sounds like Britney, dude.

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    From the start love was swaying bouncing orchestra playing loud
    Oh so enlightening but it also felt frightening when
    A lasso in high speed make a perfect knot around my knees
    I’m falling into warm embrace while secretly in chains

    ‘Cause I wanna call it forever call
    This thing forever forever
    I wanna call it forever call
    This thing forever forever

    These promises deform my spiritual stability
    Dedication so newborn burning flavours inside of me
    Oh from a vision I recall your presence in a zoom
    Now loving words are faint ‘cause I’m too tight in your embrace, oh oh

    Want to call it forever call
    This thing forever forever
    I wanna call it forever call
    This thing forever forever

    Big tears splash my eyes I keep my female personalities
    Romance blooming smells so nice out plays any harmonies
    Oh I’m floating up stream and my knees are shaking
    So as we sway orchestra play oh I hope we make it

    Wanna call it forever
    This thing forever forever
    Oh I wanna call it forever call
    This thing forever forever…​


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    Every day I get a brand new show
    off TV record and radio
    I breeze with the sleaze on my cassette
    'cause I got the affirmative

    C30 C60 C90 Go
    C30 C60 C90 Go
    C30 C60
    C30 C60 C90 Go
    30 60 90 Go

    A bit bam-boogie and a booga-rooga
    my cassette's just like a bazooka
    a bligger a blagger a blippity-blop
    well I'm going down to the record shop

    Yeah!

    And the boss said
    "LP, single, picture cover or plain
    I've got all the hits and all the big names
    I've got biggest discounts in my store
    if you buy three records, I'll give you four"

    C30 C60 C90 Go
    off the radio I get a constant flow
    hit it, pause it, record it and play
    turn it, rewind, and rub it away

    C30 C60 C90 Go
    C30 C60 C90 Go
    C30 C60 C90 Go
    C30 C60
    C30 C60 C90 Go
    30 60 90 Go

    It used to break my heart when I went in your shop
    and you said my records were out of stock
    so I don't buy records in your shop
    now I tape them all, 'cause I'm Top of the Pops!

    Yeah!

    Now I got a new way to move
    it's shiny and black and don't need a groove
    now I don't need no album rack
    I carry my collection over my back

    C30 C60 C90 Go
    off the radio I get a constant flow
    hit it, pause it, record it and play
    turn it, rewind, and rub it away

    Policeman stopped me in my tracks
    said "Hey you, you can't tape that
    you're under arrest 'cause it's illegal"
    So I shoved him off and blew his whistle
    I'm a pirate and I keep my loot
    So I blew him out with my bazooka

    C30 C60 C90 Go
    off the radio I get a constant flow
    hit it, pause it, record it and play
    turn it, rewind, and rub it away

    You're rich enough to have a record collection
    I'll bring my bazooka round for inspection

    Sometimes it better get hit twice as fast
    so I press my playback to make it last
    I breeze with the sleaze on my cassette
    I've got the affirmative

    C30 C60 C90 Go
    off the radio I get a constant flow
    hit it, pause it, record it and play
    turn it, rewind, and rub it away

    C30 C60 C90 Go
    C30 C60 C90 Go
    C30 C60 C90 Go
    C30 360
    C30 C60 C90 Go
    30 60 90 Go


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  9. Tiassa Let us not launch the boat ... Staff Member

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    Boiled in Lead, Clumsy Lovers

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    "Ugros (Springtime)"
    "The Gypsy"

    • • •

    He came into town on a hot summer night
    When the flies were giving us fits.
    He drove an old Ford that had about lost the fight
    His eyes were as black as the pits.

    He wore an old rag wrapped around his head,
    A yellow shirt of cloth woven fine.
    Had scars on his face where once he had bled,
    And pants with a belt made of twine.

    He found the table where Timmy D sat,
    And walked up and settled in like he wanted to stay.
    He put his money out on the board
    And said, "Hey, boy, teach me to play."

    Most of his money was gone before ten;
    That's when he smiled and took out his knife.
    "All right, " he said, "We'll try it again,
    But this time we'll play for your life."

    I saw the panic in Timmy D's eyes;
    His tongue flicked out like the tongue of a beast.
    I liked seeing Timmy cut down to size,
    But somebody phoned the police.

    He said, "My business is dead on the floor
    Though my business ain't often in bars.
    I kill beasts when I can't take them anymore
    Between times I look for the stars."

    I've lived in the swamp and the street,
    I know every beast that fills them.
    There is no other soul I'd less like to meet
    Than the scarred old gypsy who kills them.

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    "London Bridge"

     
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    Si tuviera por un momento el tiempo en mis manos
    no diría nada, no diría nada
    Si tuviera por un momento el tiempo en mis manos
    Solo te olvidaría, no harían falta mas cosas

    Solo sin palabras
    Sin palabras para no herir,
    para no conocer nada de ti
    Sin palabras para no escuchar tu voz
    y luego tener que echarla de menos

    Tú me decías carita linda
    Cuando dormía en tu cama
    Ahora no dices nada
    Ahora no dices nada

    Tu me decías carita linda cuando dormía en tu cama
    Mejor no digas nada
    Las balas no hieren a los fantasmas
    Van Sin palabras para no herir,
    para no conocer nada de ti

    Sin palabras para no escuchar tu voz
    y luego tener que echarla de menos
    Sin palabras para no herir,
    para no conocer nada de ti

    Sin palabras no
    Estoy subida en un columpio que esta parado
    Todo se balancea a mi alrededor
    Y hoy hace frío, hace frío en la calle, hace frío...

    No quiero oír ni una palabra más
    Voy a borrar cada sonido de mi voz
    Sin palabras para no herir,
    para no conocer nada de ti

    Sin palabras para no escuchar tu voz
    y luego tener que echarla de menos
    Sin palabras para no herir,
    para no conocer nada de ti

    Sin palabras para no escuchar tu voz
    y luego tener que echarla de menos
    Sin palabras nooo
    No quiero oir tu voz
    Oh oh oh oh oh



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    Rheostatics, Catholic School Girls

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    The Rheostatics, "Dope Fiends and Boozehounds"

    • • •

    The sixth sense of memory
    Runs a river near a road
    That travels up the parkway,
    Getting frozen in the snow.
    Where what you see is what you see is what you see...
    And only some will know
    Where the ragged people go.

    Where the boozehounds, they bay,
    By the banks of the reservoir.
    Crows climb higher
    From their old familiar yard.

    The best thing in Heaven
    Is supposed to be the sun
    That shines between two mountains
    And melts the Devil's gun.
    But what you see is what you see is what you see...
    And only some will know
    Where the ragged people go.

    Down here on Kipling,
    Where the streetlamps light the way, hey,
    There's talk of a reunion
    Of the ones who didn't stay.

    Why didn't they stay here,
    And help me shovel the walk?
    (Why didn't they stay here?)

    Sick sense of melody
    Is what I hear when I'm alone.
    And I love it more than misery,
    And I love it more than home,
    And I cry 'cause I'm not with it,
    Even though I've never been...
    Where the dope fiends laugh
    And say it's too soon.
    They all go home and listen to
    The Dark Side of the Moon.

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    Catholic School Girls, "Stand"
    (from the album Emily's Basement)
     
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    Amber
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5onGAVoMKOU

    Life is just a situation
    Life is just a game
    Life is just a whirlpool
    And it's calling out my name

    Amber were the autumn leaves
    And amber was her skin
    Amber was the evening
    When the whirlpool pulled her in

    It was irresistible
    Was what she used to say
    Like the sound of running horses
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    Dedicated To You, But you Weren't Listening
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWF8RldUF8c

    Famous parabolic versions
    Songs that promise:
    Beauty, sleep, love, sadness.
    Do I dream that something's missing?
    Hungry, thirsty, open off-peak mind
    Give me the truth, give me the truth,
    give me the truth, tell me...

    Songs and verses,
    Handy captions,
    Photographs of
    Real-life action, horror, madness.
    Can it be that something's happening?
    Wash me, paint me, but please don't taint me
    Give me a chance, give me chance,
    give me a chance...

    When I was young, the sky was blue
    And everyone knew what to do
    But now it's gone, the telly's here
    Mass media, the sewer too

    Universal maximillion
    Eight rare cases
    Chickenpox and crawling gladness
    Seemingly it's nothing happening
    Cure my doctor
    don't swallow him down
    Give me the cure, give me the cure,
    give me the cure...

    The night was cool, the moon was bright,
    The air was clear with oxygen
    The stars were there, and in my eyes
    Were thousands of chrysanthemums

    Don't use magnets -
    Geophysics carry you back
    Wholesome, healthfood, homepride
    Satisfied
    Something outside gives out hunger
    Face my mirror
    Electricity...
     
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    This Heat
    Makeshift Swahili
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bCtecNPQ2zw

    makeshift she sings in her native german,
    you try to understand what she's trying to say
    she says "your only as good
    as the word you understand"
    and you, you don't understand a word

    tower of babel, swahili, it's all greek to me
    bi-lingual, double dutch, gift of the gab

    we give you firewater you give us your land,
    "white man speak with forked tongue",
    but it's too late now to start complaining,
    too late

    monosyllabic, hieroglyphic, etcetera, etcetera

    new lamps for old

    rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb
    rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb

    arab arab arab arab
    arab arab arab arab



     
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    HAWKWIND
    Spirit of the Age
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vSR5TnNGKmo

    I would've liked you to have been deep frozen too
    And waiting still as fresh in your flesh for my
    return to earth
    But your father refused to sign the forms to freeze you
    Let's see you'd be about 60 now, and long dead
    by the time I return to earth
    My time held dreams were full of you as you were
    when I left, still underage
    Your android replica is playing up again
    it's no joke
    When she comes she moans another's name
    But that's the spirit of the age, that's the
    spirit of the age

    I am a clone, I am not alone
    Every fibre of my flesh and bone is identical to
    the others
    Everything I say is in the same tone as my test
    tube brother's voice
    And there's no choice between us, if you had ever
    seen us you'd rejoice in your uniqueness
    And consider every weakness something special of
    your own
    Being a clone I have no flaws to identify
    Even this doggerel that pours from my pen
    Has just been written by another twenty
    telepathic men
    Word for word it says
    "Oh, for the wings of any bird other than a
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    DAGMAR KRAUSE
    Surabaya Johnny (Brecht/Weill)
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yojuTJoc5KA

    I had just turned sixteen that season
    When you came up from Burma to stay.
    And you told me I ought to travel with you,
    You were sure it would be ok.
    When I asked how you earned your living,
    I can still hear what you said to me:
    You had some kind of job on the railway
    And had nothing to do with the sea.

    You said a lot, johnny,
    All one big lie, johnny.
    You cheated me blind, johnny,
    From the minute we met.
    I hate you so, johnny,
    When you stand there grinning, johnny.
    Take that damn pipe out of your mouth, you rat.

    Surabaya johnny,
    No ones meaner than you.
    Surabaya johnny,
    My God and I still love you so.
    Surabaya johnny,
    Why am I feeling so blue ?
    You have no heart, johnny,
    And I still love you so.

    At the start, every day was sunday,
    Till we went on our way one fine night.
    And before two more weeks were over,
    You thought nothing I did was right.
    So we trekked up and down through the punjab,
    From the source of the river to the sea.
    When I look at my face in the mirror,
    Theres an old woman staring back at me.

    You didn't want love, johnny,
    You wanted cash, johnny.
    But I sewed your lips, johnny,
    And that was that.
    You wanted it all, johnny,
    I gave you more, johnny.
    Take that damn pipe out of your mouth, you rat.

    Surabaya johnny.
    No ones meaner than you.
    Surabaya johnny.
    My God and I still love you so.
    Surabaya johnny,
    Why am I feeling so blue ?
    You have no heart, johnny.
    And I still love you so.

    I would never have thought of asking
    How youd got that peculiar name,
    But from one end of the coast to the other
    You were known everywhere we came.
    And one day in a two-bit flophouse
    Ill wake up to the roar of the sea,
    And youll leave without one word of warning
    On a ship waiting down at the quay.

    You have no heart, johnny!
    Youre just a louse, johnny!
    How could you go, johnny,
    And leave me flat ?
    Youre still my love, johnny,
    Like the day we met, johnny.
    Take that damn pipe out of your mouth, you rat.

    Surabaya johnny.
    No ones meaner than you.
    Surabaya johnny,
    My God and I still love you so.
    Surabaya johnny,
    Why am I feeling so blue ?
    You have no heart, johnny.
    And I still love you so.
     
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    Pete Teo

    Album: Rustic Living for Urbanites

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    Smitten by the arms of Marianne. Evensong like it’ll never end.
    Yeah, I know the colours of rainbow. Did you catch the dream I sent to you?
    Or are you so inclined to miscomprehend and surrender to their reprimand?
    I’ll be waiting till the sun goes down for yesterday once more.
    And I’ll be looking for a love uncovered only days before.

    Oh listen, hear the sound of fallen rain! It’s crazy I know but it’s true.
    All I wanted to say, “I love your way even after all these years”.
    Lay your hair down on my summer’s day. Though they might break us anyway.
    Yeah, they might break us anyway. But we’ll shake ‘em someday!

    Do the stars babe; come do the stars with me.
    I’ll load the gun babe and shoot when we’re ready.
    Walk you through the silhouettes of winter trees.
    We’ll be afraid and even hesitate. But we’ll talk all night and sleep all day.
    And then we’ll kiss and touch like lovers won’t we, oh Marianne?
    We’ll be waiting till the sun goes down for yesterday once more.
    And we’ll be looking for a love uncovered only days before.

    Oh come around my love, come look behind the wall.
    Don’t you know for the sun it shines all day?
    Can’t you see my love – and here’s the funniest of them all –
    that for the rain it raineth everyday?



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    Nobody loves you when you're down and out
    Nobody sees you when you're on cloud nine
    Everybody's hustlin' for a buck and a dime
    I'll scratch your back and you scratch mine

    I've been across to the other side
    I've shown you everything, I got nothing to hide
    And still you ask me do I love you, what it is, what it is
    All I can tell you is it's all show biz
    All I can tell you is it's all show biz

    Nobody loves you when you're down and out
    Nobody knows you when you're on cloud nine
    Everybody's hustlin' for a buck and a dime
    I'll scratch your back and you knife mine

    I've been across the water now so many times
    I've seen the one eyed witchdoctor leading the blind
    And still you ask me do I love you, what you say, what you say
    Everytime I put my finger on it, it slips away
    Everytime I put my finger on it, it slips away

    Well I get up in the morning and I'm looking in the mirror to see, ooo wee!
    Then I'm lying in the darkness and I know I can't get to sleep, ooo wee!

    Nobody loves you when you're old and grey
    Nobody needs you when you're upside down
    Everybody's hollerin' 'bout their own birthday
    Everybody loves you when you're six foot in the ground



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    How cold the city fires burn.
    How slow the wheels of progress turn.
    And now the streets are full of dust.
    And what was metal is now rust.
    And when you’re down inside
    that’s when you fail to hide

    A broken doll is loved the least.
    A broken heart’s a missing piece.
    This war inside will never cease.
    A broken doll is loved the least.

    You wake to find you’ve lost your way.
    The words you come by day to day.
    Places you’ve been are now not there.
    Go breathe the change that’s in the air.
    But when the thrill has gone.
    You are the only one.

    A broken doll is loved the least.
    A broken heart’s a missing piece.
    This war inside will never cease.
    A broken doll is loved the least.

    But hold on tight and keep that dream.
    Things may not be as they seem.
    Keep that faith sit back and watch it grow.
    Raise yourself up from down below.
    Below.

    A broken doll is loved the least.
    A broken heart’s a missing piece.
    This war inside will never cease.
    A broken doll is loved the least.
    A broken doll. A broken doll. A broken doll. A broken dolll.

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    THE FALL
    I'm Into CB

    Well I've never had a car
    Never been near a lorry
    Got a nasty habit of scratching my nose
    My codename's Happy Harry
    I'm Into CB
    I've done loads of jobs
    For very minute lolly
    Creation schemes
    So I suppose I was lucky
    And the money it took
    To buy a CB set
    Put lines on my belly
    My codename's Cedar Plank
    I'm Into CB
    I'm Into CB
    At 16 I drank cheap sherry
    Got plastered in the stations of Swinn Park
    Off my mother I stole some money
    Had a treat with a bottle of Martini
    So sick I couldn't walk or sit
    Since then I've not touched that shit
    I won't bore you with tales of being greedy
    I'm just into CB
    I'm into CB
    My family's a weird lot
    My stepsister's got a horrible growth
    Listens to all this muzak shit
    Reads Smash Hits while she's eating her tea
    To me it sounds like bad CB
    My father's not bad really
    He got me these wires and bits
    Apart from that he talks to me hardly
    I'm just into CB
    This is Happy Harry Plank
    from the land of waving palms
    calling out to Cedar Plank
    477 CC Res O Code 13
    In the home of chocolate city
    I'm having trouble with that terminology
    But I'm into CB
    I've got the letter before me
    it's marked with a confidential seal
    I'd better open it
    It's a fine and a formal threat
    I should of listened to New Face in Hell
    The date expired last week
    Up here I don't know what time it is
    It says you're going to go when you go
    Or else you're for it boy
    That's what you get for having a hobby
    Next mail you get will be mail in jail
    That's what you get for having a hobby
    Next year mail in jail
    That's what you get for having a hobby
    Next time I'm out I'll tie your wires
    That's the last you'll hear for me
    Keep clear of CB
    Keep clear of CB

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    LEE HAZLEWOOD & SIW MALMKVIST
    You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling (Righteous Brothers)

    You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips.
    And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips.
    You're trying hard not to show it, (baby).
    But baby, baby I know it...

    You've lost that lovin' feeling,
    Whoa, that lovin' feeling,
    You've lost that lovin' feeling,
    Now it's gone...gone...gone...wooooooh.

    Now there's no welcome look in your eyes
    when I reach for you.
    And now your're starting to critisize little things I do.
    It makes me just feel like crying, (baby).
    'Cause baby, something in you is dying.

    You lost that lovin' feeling,
    Whoa, that lovin' feeling,
    You've lost that lovin' feeling,
    Now it's gone...gone...gone...woooooah

    Baby, baby, I get down on my knees for you.

    If you would only love me like you used to do, yeah.

    We had a love...a love...a love you don't find everyday.

    So don't...don't...don't...don't let it slip away.

    Baby (baby), baby (baby),
    I beg of you please...please,
    I need your love (I need your love),
    I need your love (I need your love),
    So bring it on back (So bring it on back),
    Bring it on back (so bring it on back).

    Bring back that lovin' feeling,
    Whoa, that lovin' feeling
    Bring back that lovin' feeling,
    'Cause it's gone...gone...gone,
    and I can't go on,
    noooo...

    Bring back that lovin' feeling,
    Whoa, that lovin' feeling
    Bring back that lovin' feeling,
    'Cause it's gone...gone...

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    Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring
    My summer wine is really made from all these things

    I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to
    A song that I had only sang to just a few
    She saw my silver spurs and said let's pass some time
    And I will give to you summer wine oh summer wine

    Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring
    My summer wine is really made from all these things
    Take off your silver spurs and and help me pass the time
    And I will give to you summer wine oh summer wine

    My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak
    I tried to get up but I couldn't find my feet
    She reassured me with an unfamiliar line
    And then she gave to me more summer wine oh summer wine

    Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring
    My summer wine is really made from all these things
    Take off your silver spurs and and help me pass the time
    And I will give to you summer wine mhm summer wine

    When I woke up the sun was shinin' in my eyes
    My silver spurs were gone my head felt twice its size
    She took my silver spurs a dollar and a dime
    And left me craving for more summer wine oh summer wine

    Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring
    My summer wine is really made from all these things
    Take off your silver spurs and and help me pass the time
    And I will give to you my summer wine oh summer wine



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    Brigitte Fontaine
    w/ Art Ensemble of Chicago
    Le Goudron

    Allons nous promener
    Quel bonheur d'ètre né

    Le chemin est si beau
    Du berçeau au tombeau
    J'ai perdu mes lunettes
    Ça va être la fête

    Les soldats sont partis
    Couverts de confettis
    La terre est un gâteau
    Le temps est un bateau

    Le monde est un jardin
    Tenons nous par la main
    Le chemin est si beau
    Du berceau au tombeau

    Nous nous promènerons
    Dans l'odeur du goudron
    Dans les papiers qui trainent
    Blancs comme des migraines

    Blancs comme des mal blancs
    Dans les chantiers dormants
    Gavons nous de beignets
    De frites et de poulets

    Le chemin est si beau
    Du berceau au tombeau
    Nous irons voir flamber
    La ville tuméfiée

    La vie est une foire
    J'ai mis ma robe en noire
    Mon frère est un raté
    Car il est décédé

    Allons nous dévorer
    Dans les hôtels meublés
    Nous aurons des mégots
    Au fond du lavabo

    A l'aube les blessés
    Cesseront de tousser
    Nous aurons un bébé
    Nous l'entendrons pleurer
    Comme de l'eau qui bout
    Les enfants sont tous fous

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    Adrift again 2000 man
    You lost your maps,
    You lost the plans
    Did you hear them yell,
    Land damn it land?
    You say you can't
    Well I hope you can
    I hope you can

    How's it goin 2000 man?
    Welcome back to solid ground my friend
    I heard all your controls were jammed
    Well it's just nice to have you back again

    But I guess they still don't understand
    And they can never understand
    And they said go find 2000 man
    And they said tell him we've got new plans
    But instead I'm here to tell you friend

    I believe they want you to give in
    Are you giving in 2000 man?
    (Did you love this world
    And did this world not love you?)

    Are you giving in 2000 man?
    Don't give in 2000 man




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    A horse, a horse
    My kingdom for a horse
    Rattling on magnetic fields

    Yes I did use up
    The last box of sparklers
    Before they went bad
    Got wet or decayed

    Homecoming queen, homecoming queen

    Teeth what were sharp
    Is ground down and dumb
    My crooked spine becoming more brittle
    What once grew straight
    And tall t’ward the sun
    Is absorbing back down
    To dirt like a sponge

    Homecoming queen, homecoming queen
    Homecoming queen, homecoming queen



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    Last edited: Aug 27, 2009

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