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Buzzin' in my Brain
04:03
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There’s a buzzin’ in my brain
I really can’t explain.
I think about it before they make me go to bed.
There’s a dream inside my soul.
Don’t wanna let it go.
I talk about it to the friends inside my head.
I wear my straitjacket at night
so someone can hold me tight.
The blue one makes me sleepy
and then I feel alright.
There’s a buzzin’ in my brain
the nurse tried to explain.
She says it’s from the current of electricity.
There’s an aching in my heart
I felt right from the start.
Too bad the buzzin’ has replaced my memory.
Cuz if I make it out alive,
I’ll meet you in the sky.
We’ll buzz around like bees
and talk about world peace.
If you want me to, I could love you.
If you want me to, I probably could love you.
If you want me to, I could love you.
If you want me to, I probably could love you.
© 2008 ALU Music
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2. |
Casket Salesman
04:34
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I fell in love with a casket salesman.
I don’t know who he is or where he came from.
He wraps me in blue velvet for slumber sessions
But I can’t sleep and I can’t speak.
He sold my soul to the devil in exchange for a hot air balloon.
But I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care.
Cuz, baby, when I look at you,
I don’t care what you say or do
to me. I believe.
You’re the one I’m dreaming of.
Baby, this is graveyard love.
Can’t you see? You’re killing me.
With you is where I wanna be.
Baby, won’t you bury me?
Please, my casket salesman.
We tap-dance on tombstones until the sun awakens.
I got my owl eyes open just in case he’s a-fakin’
He throws away my love like it’s a paper aero-plane.
Fly away. Fly away.
He traded in my broomstick for a lousy magic carpet ride.
But I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care.
Cuz, baby, when I look at you,
I don’t care what you say or do
to me. I believe.
You’re the one I’m dreaming of.
Baby, this is graveyard love.
Can’t you see? You’re killing me.
With you is where I wanna be.
Baby, won’t you bury me?
Please, my casket salesman.
So, who are you my casket salesman?
We’ve got all the time in the world to find out.
Wake me on the other side.
Baby, with you I’d like to kill some time.
So, who are you my casket salesman?
We’ve got all the time in the world to find out.
Wake me on the other side.
Baby, with you I’d like to kill some time.
Baby, with you I’d like to kill some time.
Bury me beside you and we’ll kill some time.
Bury me beside you and I’ll make you mine.
© 2008 ALU Music
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Circus Cosmos
04:22
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I saw you in my bedroom again last night
croaking on a toadstool with your bagpipe.
I saw you in the corner sipping Singapore Slings
with the lizards and dragons and fairy-tale kings.
“Welcome to Small Town,” she says to me.
“We’ve got endangered species and absinthe dreams.”
The flowerbeds are blooming on my windowsill.
Bombs keep falling. The army’s dressed to kill.
You are the photograph I’ve never seen.
You are my phantom, the fountain of dreams.
I’ve been living in a mortuary my whole life long.
There’s a vampire in the closet smiling at me.
He casts spells with chocolate and coconut cream.
The rabbit hole is waiting outside my cave.
My tightrope is burning. We must be saved.
You are the photograph I’ve never seen.
You are my phantom, the fountain of dreams.
I’ve been living in a mortuary my whole life long, my whole life long.
And if I could, I’d film my dreams
and show you what’s inside.
We’d watch them on the silver screen
and you would run and hide.
And if I could, I’d chop up my brain
and show you what’s in there.
We’d fly her on a big jet plane
in a box that says “Handle with Care.
First Class for Major Repairs”
You are the photograph I’ve never seen.
You are my phantom, the fountain of dreams.
I’ve been living in a mortuary my whole life long, my whole life long,
My whole life long, my whole life long.
© 2008 ALU Music
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Recluse
04:54
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I’m a recluse, baby.
I don’t know what to do.
I’m a recluse, baby.
I don’t know what to do.
I’m a recluse, baby. (I don’t know why).
I’m a recluse, honey. (I don’t know why).
I’m a recluse, baby.
I don’t know what to do.
Visiting hours begin at noon
Can you hear me, baby? (I hope you hear me).
Can you hear me, darling? (I hope you do).
I’m a recluse, baby.
I don’t know what to do, to do.
If you want to see me (I’m just a recluse),
better wait in line (Just a recluse).
If you want to see me,
please schedule a time
I’m a recluse, baby
and I’m feeling fine.
If you make me move,
I can’t make you mine.
Cuz I’m a recluse, baby.
I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know what to do.
I’ll see you in my room, my room.
© 2008 ALU Music
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5. |
The Metrosexuals
03:46
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He walks into the room so gracefully.
The boy is more delicate than me, you see.
He borrows my make-up and my new black dress.
He looks so pretty but I must confess:
The metrosexuals are coming to town.
Boy, give me back my lip-gloss.
The metrosexuals are coming to town.
Ladies, maybe it’s time to lock up all your clothes
and hide the secrets no one knows.
It’s time to change back the rules
and make him take back his jewels.
The metrosexuals are coming to town.
Boy, give me back my lip-gloss.
The metrosexuals are coming to town.
Baby, can’t you see? If you give me back my shine,
boy, I just might make you mine.
And if you give me back my brassiere,
I’ll nominate you man of the year.
I said, are you gonna be my man
Or just another Dapper Dan?
Are you gonna fight for me
In armor or in my black panties?
Because the metrosexuals are coming to town.
Boy, give me back my lip-gloss.
The metrosexuals are coming to town.
Baby, you’re crazy.
You gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go go go.
Baby, if you want me, you can have me.
Baby, if you save me, you can wear the panties.
You know you want to.
© 2008 ALU Music
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Black Cloud
04:22
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You could be my perfect dream
and I could be your black cloud.
You could be my rainbow beam
and I could be your black cloud
Black cloud, Black cloud.
I could be your black cloud.
Can you feel my vacancy?
It's scattered in the darkest sky.
Thunder crashes calling me
speak louder than your sweet good-bye.
Black cloud, Black cloud.
I could be your black cloud.
I'd like to be your black cloud.
I'll be your black cloud.
Black cloud. Black cloud.
I could be your black cloud.
And do you even know the dreams that we let die?
The storm has taken over me. Hush now, don't you cry.
And do you even know the dreams we left behind?
And do you even know it's raining in my mind?
It's raining in my mind.
You could be my perfect dream
and I could be your black cloud.
Black cloud, Black cloud.
I could be your black cloud.
I'd like to be your black cloud.
I'll be your black cloud.
Black cloud. Black cloud.
I'd like to be your black cloud.
I'll be your black cloud. (I’ll be yours).
I'll be your black cloud. (I’m yours).
I'm your black cloud.
© 2008 ALU Music
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7. |
Aahhh
03:50
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Aahhh.
What is your plan commander?
Caviar Propaganda?
What is the real solution?
Counterfeit Constitution?
Aahhh.
Ventriloquist Magician.
Impostor Politician.
Nuclear Generation.
Dictator Masturbation.
Aahhh.
Cuz you do what you do
and you say what you want-
Such a beautiful regime.
With your champagne life
and your botox wife,
living the American Dream.
So do what you do
and say what you want.
Choose your own history.
Take your happy pills.
Pass your liberty bills.
Love your machine.
Aahhh.
(Freedom. Lies. Terror. Cries.
Bloody Skies. Grand Prize)
Baby, shut your little eyes.
Baby, eat all your freedom fries.
Cuz I got word today
the end is coming soon.
Won’t you come out and play?
Meet me at the sand dunes.
Baby, shut your little eyes.
Baby, eat all your freedom fries.
Cuz I got word today the enemy is near.
But I know where he lives.
You can find him in the mirror.
© 2008 ALU Music
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8. |
Amy
04:04
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Amy, I often wonder why
we had to leave our playthings
behind, behind.
Maybe, the fear of what I’d find,
oh, you know, it forced me to leave my baby bean
behind, behind.
Are you a teacher now or a mother?
Your poetry reads like a dream
of you, of you.
And your house on the hill is falling down.
And the boy chasing us home - he is falling down.
Daddy’s little girl, oh, you know she sometimes falls down.
The tide is coming in now. The waves fall down.
We all fall down. But not you. Not you.
Amy, they say no regrets
but in all of my days, I wish I had stayed
with you, with you. Amy.
© 2008 ALU Music
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9. |
Martian Rendezvous
03:42
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Flying in the sky to a place I’ve never known.
Feeling oh so high cuz I’m finally going home.
Following the Sun in my best space suit.
My family is waiting. What will I say?
Life on Mars is not that far.
Everyone is waiting there.
If you believe in Life on Mars,
boy, I will take you there.
My boy, I’d love to take you there.
Feeling uninspired by the humanoids on Earth.
Teacup travelers are the ones who know the truth.
Floating slowly to Mars. Hookah dreams can go far.
Mom and Dad are waiting. What will they say?
Life on Mars is not that far.
Everyone is waiting there.
If you believe in Life on Mars,
boy, I will take you there.
My boy, I’d love to take you there.
Purple Galaxy. Land of the Free.
Wizard Dreams and Martian Schemes-
That is where I’ll be.
Won’t you sail with me to infinity?
Playground rocks and lemon drop tea-
Won’t you go to Mars with me?
© 2008 ALU Music
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10. |
Luna
02:57
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There is a lady who only I can see.
Through the sky she wanders.
In the night she sets me free.
She tells me secrets and wishes on a star.
Every night she saves me.
She’s not afraid of who we are.
And we fly into the hollows.
Set us free. Set us free. Set us free.
As she lights the way, I follow.
I can see. I can see. I can see.
There is a lady who wipes away my tears.
But in the dawn she leaves me
on my own to face my fears.
© 2008 ALU Music
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