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Native Porters
04:34
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Footsteps in the mud
Echoes of whip cracks
Soon there is a dusty town
Built along the tracks
Always buying time
Imagining a past
When we weren't so dragged and driven
Down this one-way path
We sell our sweat and blood
So that a prince gets paid
Some days I feel like a native porter
Forging the road to my own grave
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2. |
Your First Mistake
05:06
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3. |
Adorable
03:07
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Wine for breakfast
Teeth for lunch
Pretend the movie
Didn't leave you touched
Stamp out the fires
We lit last night
You say I'm never wrong
That's fucking right
You've taken all my
Time and space
You're like a black hole
Of the human race
But do you talk of me
When I'm not there
Except to bitch and moan
And tease my hair
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4. |
Lay Me Down
06:39
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Lay me down
In the cracks in the street
Listen to the howl of the traffic
Passing over me
A hundred miles of tangled wires
Untamed dreams, confused desires
It's all I can do
Keeping quiet around you
Carry on
In your day, in my mind
Hide my heart in your pocket
Call me when you have the time
You only smile when I'm lonely
You'll only cry when I'm dead
It's just my everyday
I'll never be your's anyway
Lay me down
On the couch
Savage eyes
Gentle mouth
When I hear
A trace of disgust
Lay me down
In the dust
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5. |
Talking Pictures
02:18
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Just the other night
My TV talked to me
It told me you were right
About everything
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6. |
Suicide Fantasy Vacation
04:44
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7. |
English Breakfast
03:24
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Cucumber dildo
In an inbred octopus ass
"Souvlaki slowfuck"
You wisdom tooth-whispered
Loudly last night
Leningrad romance
Or a Hollywood suicide
Silver screen sickness
Unfuck my head with your
Sweetness and light
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8. |
Becky Beksinski
04:18
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If only we had the time
For every fling we imagined
In our minds
And afterward we might find
Unwanted feelings
Left far behind
I heard your name the other day
I had to laugh, I didn't know
Just what to say
She was a friend of mine
And now I can't even
Give her the time
I gave you a picture of me
But there was so much
You couldn't see
You said I looked like Candy Darling
But I sing like Lou Reed
In a fucked up, drunken morning
And now I'm left with thoughts
Of what I shouldn't do
Or have done
But don't you worry my friend
I'm sure it won't work out
In the bitter end
Maybe if I'd held on you'd come around
Or maybe you're already here
And I'm nowhere to be found
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9. |
Everyone & Everyone Else
03:12
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Underneath the stepping stones
Underneath the broken bones
Underneath the razor blade
Underneath the gay parade
Wisdom cannot explain
Only stop you getting hurt again
Leave a note, maybe I'll cry
Maybe I'll read it a thousand times
Maybe I need some new friends
Or I'll come crawling back again
This game's just what it seems
The truth means nothing to me
I still don't love you
But it sure sounds sweet
I don't think you saw me
From across the street
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10. |
What's Left Of You
02:08
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That look on your face
Our national disgrace
You came around too late
I know you hate to wait
Got no apologies
What else can I say
You never could pronounce
Words like naivete
And now I left this note
Stapled to your head
It says you're gonna miss me
After you're dead
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