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Squeaky Clean
03:54
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Did you think this was the first time
I spoke out of turn and got mine?
I don’t even give a shit about the bruise
But I wish you never found my true name
I could only fool you for so long (*)
Sure I’ll help you dump the body
Just be cool about this one thing
As far as they’re concerned, we’re both squeaky clean
But I wish I never saw you again
*
Tell me, darling, is your house for sale?
Tell me, baby, did you give a second chance?
You could kill me in the meantime while we wait for it
The results of a test we know I failed
And I know it’s gonna leave a mark
And I know it’s gonna leave a mark
And I don’t even give a shit about the bruise
But I wish you never found my true name
*
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2. |
Dogs
03:46
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I suppose you wouldn’t want to stick around
I’ve got a shotgun loaded with rum and a gut full of anchors
Why did you do what you did in the war?
And if you’re so scared of the dark, why are you turning the light out?
You said we should take advantage of the time we have now
‘Cause when the dogs are gone all you’ve got is piss on the ground
‘Cause when the dogs are gone all you’ve got is piss on the ground
And if you wanna know my job, I’m a killer for hire
And if you want my backstory I’m an only child
I need attention
I need attention
And the crowd goes
Wild
Wild
Wild
And the crowd goes wild (*)
I don’t suppose you’d wanna shake it out
Get all the shit you stole in the last twenty minutes
Out your pockets, out your pockets
And all over the floor
Well I don’t suppose you wanna shake it out
Get all the shit you stole in the last twenty minutes
Out your pockets, out your pockets
Make a mess all over the carpet
You said we should take advantage of the time we have now
‘Cause when the dogs are gone all you’ve got is piss on the ground
‘Cause when the dogs are gone all you’ve got is piss on the ground
And if you wanna know my job, I’m a killer for hire
And if you want my backstory I’m an only child
I need attention
I need attention
*
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3. |
Gloria
05:03
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Gloria, just listen for a second
I think you’ll see the necessary blood of it
Get back in the car
Gloria, I’m sitting in my own shit
Some bits of bone and plagiarized comic strips
In a black Cadillac
Just tell me what to do with your only move
I can’t stand your scheduled binge and purge
I’ll be waiting in your room (*)
Fill a cup from the bottle on the top shelf
Tie a knot in your hair around both of my wrists
She’s down for the count
Fill a cup
Fill a cup for all you’re worth
And I’ll tell you when to stop
*
On every door hang a sign
Killers be damned, we’re open all night
I can’t stand these practiced heart attacks
Promise you’ll write me soon
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4. |
Black Water
03:52
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Green water coming forth to fill up your throat, slick and tighten the rope
You’ve got a gas burner underneath your accolades and recommendations
And was silence, dead silence the last thing you wanted to hear?
And was silence, dead silence the last bitter note?
Hey Peter, get a load of this one
He’s come to you with blood on his hands
Hey Dorothy, what’s life like in color?
We country folk could never understand (*)
Black water coming forth to carry me under
I’ve got a pill bottle; you know everybody’s got something
Now I’m crowd funding; who wants a firsthand experience?
Your dead lover’s putting on a show
Black water
*
Black water coming forth to carry me under
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5. |
jwg
04:28
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Well I was only stopping for a moment when you caught me
That bastard in the mirror’s the one who shot me, I swear
If you can trust anybody you can always trust me
If you stop by to meet me I promise to ask you to leave
‘Cause you’re looking at me like I’m John Wayne Gacy
But I can hear your click-clack on the floorboards above me
I might be sane but I’m probably crazy
I don’t remember telling you to run
If you’re seeing red then don’t worry; it’s my red
If you’re feeling blue it’s a lack of oxygen
If you’re the only witness left then what am I waiting for?
I guess you heard that the gang’s hung up their jackets
‘Cause leather is the skin of younger men
Though their credit’s still in shambles after all this time
And our gods can’t even touch them ‘cause faith’s another word for lie
And they’re looking at me like I’m John Wayne Gacy
But I can hear their click-clack on the floorboards above me
I might be sane but I’m probably crazy
I don’t remember telling you to run
If you’re seeing red then don’t worry; it’s my red
If you’re feeling blue it’s a lack of oxygen
If you’re the only witness left then what am I waiting for?
And mama’s so proud that you finally got the shovels out
Like, “Who’s the big shot with the twelve foot hole?”
And baby cried out; a noise for every inch from the ceiling now
Was it rope or was it wire?
It never even mattered
Well if you’re seeing red then don’t worry; it’s my red
If you’re feeling blue it’s a lack of oxygen
If I’m the only witness left then what are you waiting for?
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6. |
Progress
04:03
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Hangover, hangover, send Cameron right over
Maybe we’ll send him crashing to the ground
Believe me when I say, “Don’t let me out”
It’s better than being buried alive
At least I feel like dying less often than I did back then
At least the sky is falling at a slower speed (*)
So don’t go getting ideas about how this world works
I’ve seen it spin; it’s nothing special
So don’t go getting ideas about how this world works
I’ve seen it love
I’ve seen it bleed
So tell my daughter not to worry
‘Cause I can’t see her
‘Cause she won’t meet me
*
So tell my daughter
Fall in love today
Spill new blood
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7. |
Great Cooks
04:10
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In the final edit, they cut the court scene
We already knew just who was guilty
For heaven’s sake, you almost killed me
When you beat my ass black and blue
I was still the only one to blame; yeah I was still the one to blame
So why do you show up in the middle of the night
When you’ve got an early train tomorrow?
You didn’t even try to cover it up
I know you weren’t just in the neighborhood
Did you see the broken eggs from the mess we made
Are still on the kitchen floor?
I guess we weren’t great cooks after all (*)
We might as well just wrap this up ‘cause we’re only getting older
The blood’s been dry such a long time I don’t remember how it got there
*
We might as well just wrap this up ‘cause we’re only getting older
The blood’s been dry such a long time I don’t remember how it got there
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8. |
All the Leaves
03:39
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That cruel sun came out and let your dirty fingers burn clean
Now all the skin that was touched is floating in the breeze
And when you let me see you dye your tears that one last time
I could swear that every one was loaded with a sigh
BA
That old story that you told was over far too soon
That kaleidoscope is closing fast over every inch of you
And when you let me cut you open I found your ribbons there
And all the specks of gold and silver just burned and burned and burned
BA
Every little tree woke up, found all the leaves were gone
All the leaves were gone
All the leaves were gone
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9. |
Automatic Cutlass
03:49
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Baby’s got a new religion, it’s called blackout
She goes to church at least twice a week
Call the officials when the fruit falls from the trees
They will always love your pomegranate seeds
In a nutshell your slices are the best
Even in frozen ground you never cease to blind
Did you call it like you always do?
Well good for you
We’re on all fours claiming
Did you gather up all my noise?
Did you have a choice?
We’re on all fours claiming
I am not an animal
I am not an animal
I am not an animal (*)
Those cop cars in the meantime are getting pretty friendly
And you’ve gotta show your face at your own party
Say I’m not welcome with your automatic cutlass
Say, “Seeing ain’t believing, seeing is bleeding”
In a nutshell I guess losing time is not so bad
As what we had
*
On the half shell my nerves are still on fire
And you can’t hear me
But I’m on all fours claiming
I am not an animal
I am not an animal
I am not an animal
I am not an animal
I am not an animal
I am not an animal
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10. |
Monsters
06:05
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You know those dogs are at my doorstep, and I’ve got no place left to run
They got my friends
They got my baby to talk
And it’s no use to scream and shout
I won’t even try
And I’m sick of monsters
I’m sick of monsters in my bed (*)
And I just can’t shake all these feelings that something is going wrong
I’m just so stupid
I thought that we could get away
Now I’m left thinking of all the things that could’ve been
*
They’ll be waiting by the water
They’ll hide out in my parked car
This is just what they wanted
They’ll wait for you to cut me off
‘Cause they got my friends
They got my baby to talk
And it’s no use to break and fight
I tried it out
When you try to stop
You try to kick it out
It won’t go
*
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11. |
Backhanded Compliments
05:08
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I live in constant fear of mass production
I spend every day and every hour hoping for a shitstorm
So fuck all the energy
Fuck all the human beings it takes to make a city
Where is my city?
I had a dream finally you said to me
“I’m sick of all your bullshit
And I know that this can’t be a shock to hear
You fish for back handed compliments
You get fucked up to make amends
But do you really wanna play this game again?
Do you really feel you’ve won?” (*)
So tell me what else I need; I’ve got a conduit and a cause
And I think that’s how I learned a bill becomes a law
So fuck your mass appeal
Fuck your interstate zeal; I’ve got another thing to say
*
I had a dream finally you said to me
“I’m sick of all your bullshit
And I know that this can’t be a shock to hear”
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Gandor Chorale Brooklyn, New York
A big hug of rustic electropunk for your sleepless canine soul. We're a Brooklyn three-piece via Maine and Queens playing
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