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At the Station
03:18
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AT THE STATION
I’m at the station
taking applications
for a life coach and a savior.
I need some instruction
on how I’m supposed to function
in this typhoon lackadaisy.
If one and one and one is three,
Baby, won’t you rescue me?
I promise to be your favorite flavor. Yeah.
To avoid complication,
I’ll take my medication.
You’re a Cocaine Casanova.
For a taste of salvation,
I’ll join your congregation.
If you show me the way,
I’ll give you my money.
If one and one and one is three,
Baby, won’t you rescue me?
I promise to be your favorite stranger. Yeah.
There’s a labyrinth in my soul, you see.
Baby, please enlighten me.
And I’ll try. I’ll try.
Cuz I’m at the station
taking applications
for a life coach and a savior.
Please leave your donations
for mental stimulation.
If I work real hard,
I won’t be a failure.
If one and one and one is three,
Baby, won’t you rescue me?
I promise to be your favorite danger. Yeah.
I promise to be your favorite flavor. Yeah.
© ALU Music
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2. |
You Can't Have That
02:14
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YOU CAN'T HAVE THAT
I’ll give you my heart
and a locket full of sorrow.
I’ll give you my dreams
and a promise of tomorrow.
I will give you it all, my love.
But you can’t have that.
No, I can’t give you that.
I’ll give you my brain
and a list of my prescriptions.
I’ll give you my doctor’s name
and my addictions.
I will give you it all, my love.
But you can’t have that.
No, I can’t give you that.
Cuz I’m on a road
that nobody knows.
It’s cold. It’s dark. I’m hungry.
But you came along
with your wings and a song.
Now I’m simply devoted to you, to you.
I’ll give you my gun
and the vault to all my weapons.
I’ll give you my diary
with my confessions.
I will give you it all, my love.
But you can’t have that.
No, I can’t give you that.
© ALU Music
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I Would
03:41
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I WOULD
If I could live inside my dreams,
I would, I would, I would.
And float along strawberry streams,
I would, I would, I would.
I’d look at you through shades of blue.
You would feel me through galaxies.
I’d spend the day dreaming away.
I would, I would, I would.
Don’t you know I would, I would, I would.
There’s a man in gray leading the way.
He says he likes my vertebrae.
“We all look the same in the end,” I said.
“Brand New. Brand New. Brand New.”
Don’t you know we do? We do, We do.
If you leave me, I won’t blame you.
I would leave me too.
If you stay, I’ll run away
so either way we’re doomed.
If you love me, baby, show me.
I can’t read your brain.
If you save me, I’ll go crazy
trying to be sane.
If you leave me, I will stay.
If you don’t, I’ll surely run away.
If you do, I’ll likely change my mind.
If you don’t, I guess I’ll see you next time.
© ALU Music
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4. |
The Mausoleum
03:20
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THE MAUSOLEUM
Daddy was a good man.
You grew up strong.
You grew up right
and that aint easy.
But Daddy had to leave this land
prematurely and surely
that aint easy.
But when it’s cold outside,
I’m sure you’d like to see him.
He’ll be hanging ‘round with me
in the mausoleum.
Johnny was a good husband.
He left for war in ‘64
and you got lonely.
You were busy making other plans.
You made a lover of his brother
and spent his money.
And when he died alone,
the angels came to see him.
He’ll be hanging ‘round with me
in the mausoleum.
And the consensus is
God would not do this.
I’ve seen it all before
but never at my door.
And if I die before I wake,
I know your heart will surely break.
But I promise to wait for you
in the mausoleum.
Baby never had a chance.
Mommy didn’t want him
so she drowned her sorrow.
Booze and pills and circumstance
left her with an empty crib
and no tomorrow.
And when the baby was born,
the doctors rushed to see him.
He’ll be hanging ‘round with me
in the mausoleum.
He’ll be hanging ‘round with me
in the mausoleum.
They’ll be hanging ‘round with me
in the…
© ALU Music
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5. |
Beautiful Bureaucrat
03:21
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BEAUTIFUL BUREAUCRAT
Twisted thoughts in this hurricane brain of mine.
If you love me, why do you run?
Time is like a mountain.
You keep climbing and climbing
but eventually your shoes are gonna roll on down.
Restless body, why can’t you sleep again?
If you love me, why can’t I heal?
Time is an autumn leaf in the wind
and we all know that tree
is gonna be cut down.
Take a pill for this. Take a pill for that.
Too much oxygen is gonna make you fat.
Make a list for this. Make a list for that,
My Beautiful Bureaucrat.
Aching heart, what am I to do with you?
If you love me, hurt someone else.
Time is like the ocean.
You keep sailing and sailing
but your half-mast flag is upside down.
Take a pill for this. Take a pill for that.
Too much oxygen is gonna make you fat.
Make a list for this. Make a list for that,
My Beautiful Bureaucrat.
(2x’s)
And in the end, I love you.
I’m afraid I always will.
And in the end, I love you.
I’m afraid I always will.
© ALU Music
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6. |
Vicodin and Soy
04:21
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VICODIN AND SOY
When you wake up all alone in the afternoon
and that migraine is pounding your head,
Do you reach out for me to give you comfort?
Or do you reach for the bottle instead?
You’ve got Vicodin and Soy.
You’ve got your plans made, boy.
Vicodin and Soy.
You’ve got your mind made, boy.
When you wake up all alone in the aftermath
and my anthem is haunting your ears,
Do you reach out for me, begging forgiveness?
Or do you reach out for those wasted years?
Vicodin and Soy.
You’ve got your plans made, boy.
Vicodin and Soy.
You’ve got your mind made, boy.
When you wake up all alone in the afterlife
and the cobwebs have captured your heart,
Will you reach out for me for your survival?
Or will you reach out for a brand new start?
Vicodin and Soy.
You’ve got your plans made, boy.
Vicodin and Soy.
You’ve got your mind made, boy.
I hardly remember you.
I hardly remember you…
Vicodin and Soy. (4xs)
© ALU Music
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7. |
Saint Damien
03:28
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SAINT DAMIEN
Hold me close. Drink my poison.
Leprosy is the death of me.
I could be your Mia Farrow
but you will see what you want to see.
And what would Saint Damien say?
Would he laugh, frown or pray?
Where is the love that I long for?
Gone with the dawn of the day.
Hold me close for one last moment.
Make sure to wear your Hazmat suit.
I could be your Pollyanna
but you prefer your germ pursuit.
And what would the Governor say?
Would he give you a high five or pray?
Where is the love that I long for?
Gone with the dawn of the day.
And what would the aliens say?
Would they hide in their spaceship and pray?
Where is the love that I long for?
Gone with the dawn of the day.
© ALU Music
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8. |
Silhouettes and Shadows
03:45
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SILHOUETTES AND SHADOWS
Silhouettes and shadows
are haunting my brain.
I can hear them laughing
from miles away.
I can feel their footsteps
inside of my veins-
Rushing through my
Madhouse Masquerade.
Even when it’s bedtime,
they crawl through my skin-
Alien abduction
of my best friend.
I can hear their chatter
from here to Berlin-
Megaphone invasion
once again.
We don’t know where your love will go.
When you let it out, would you let me know?
When the day is done and the lights are low,
Would you help me out?
Would you help me please?
Cuz in the night I flee
to my traveling trapeze.
But the serpent's come for me again.
Silhouettes and shadows
are haunting my brain again.
I can hear my heartbeat
from my front door.
I can feel your scalpel
inside of my cranium-
Chiseling my cocoon
forevermore.
We don’t know where your love will go.
When you let it out, would you let me know?
When the day is done and the lights are low,
Would you help me out?
Would you help me please?
Cuz in the night I fly
to my circus in the sky.
But the vultures watch me die again.
I am not a butterfly. You are not a cat.
Even if we disagree, I would promise you that.
Silhouettes and shadows.
(Haunting my brain again)
© ALU Music
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9. |
The Part You Throw Away
04:00
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Pangaea
03:56
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PANGAEA
Pangaea – Such a lovely place to be-a.
World was one. Life was simple.
Make believe-a that you’re here with me-a.
Time stands still. Life is simple.
Cuz I’d rather be picking berries
for you and for me.
You can do the hunting and we’ll marry
and live by the sea.
I’d rather be picking berries
for you and for me.
You can do the hunting and we’ll marry
and kill the machines.
Panacea, can you hear my plea-a?
Heal my pain. Heal my sorrow.
Can’t you see-a what the world could be-a?
No more war. Life is simple.
Cuz I’d rather be picking berries
for you and for me.
You can do the hunting and we’ll marry
and live by the sea.
I’d rather be picking berries
for you and for me.
You can do the hunting and we’ll marry
and kill the machines.
Baby, if you want me to, I’ll be your girl
and save the world
with love and peace
but that’s not me.
Baby, if you wanna swim into the core
of Earth’s front door,
then follow me to Pangaea.
© ALU Music
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11. |
My Piano and I
04:39
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MY PIANO AND I
I don’t believe in Earthling Inventions.
I only believe in my piano and I.
I don’t believe in other dimensions.
I don’t believe in time.
You’ve got a way of making my heart sing
riddles and fables and facts.
But I don’t believe in love and affection.
I’ve never been good at that.
Hold on tight. Lullaby.
Make it right. Lullaby.
I don’t believe in Human Complications.
I only believe in my piano and I.
I don’t believe in trivial conversations.
I don’t believe we die, we die.
Hold on tight. Lullaby.
Make it right. Lullaby.
Hold on tight. Lullaby.
Make it right. Lullaby.
© ALU Music
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