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Frank Sinatra
We know of an ancient radiation That haunts dismembered
constellations
A faintly glimmering radio station While Frank Sinatra sings
"Stormy Weather"
The flies and spiders get along together Cobwebs fall on an old
skipping record
Beyond the suns that guard this roof Beyond your flowers of
flaming truths
Beyond your latest ad campaigns An old man sits collecting stamps
In a room all filled with Chinese lamps He saves what others
throw away
He says that he'll be rich someday
We know of an ancient radiation That haunts dismembered
constellations
A faintly glimmering radio station
We know of an ancient radiation That haunts dismembered
constellations
A faintly glimmering radio station While Frank Sinatra sings
"Stormy Weather"
The flies and spiders get along together Cobwebs fall on an old
skipping record
Friend Is A Four Letter Word
To me, coming from you, Friend is a four letter word
End is the only part of the word That I heard Call me morbid, or
absurd
But to me, coming from you, Friend is a four letter word
To me, coming from you, Friend is a four letter word
End is the only part of the word That I heard Call me morbid, or
absurd,
But to me, coming from you, Friend is a four letter word
When I go fishing for the words I am wishing you would say to me
I'm really only praying that The words you'll soon be saying
Might betray, the way you feel about me
But to me, coming from you, Friend is a four letter word
I Will Survive
At first I was afraid I was petrified I kept thinking
I could never live without you by my side But then I spent so
many nights
Just thinking how you'd done me wrong And I grew strong
I learned how to get along So now you're back From outer space
I just walked in to find you here Without the look upon your face
I should have changed my f-ing lock I would have made you leave
your key
If I'd have known for just one second You'd be back to bother me
Oh now go, Walk out the door Just turn around now You're not
welcome anymore
Weren't you the one who tried to break me with desire Did you
think I'd crumble
Did you think I'd lay down and die Oh no, not I I will survive
As long as I know how to love I know I'll be alive
I've got all my life to live I've got all my love to give I will
survive
I will survive Yeah, yeah
It took all the strength I had Just not to fall apart
I'm trying hard to mend the pieces Of my broken heart
And I spent oh so many nights Just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry But now I hold my head up high And you see me
With somebody new I'm not that stupid little person still in love
with you
And so you thought you'd just drop by And you expect me to be
free
But now I'm saving all my loving For someone who's loving me
Oh now go, Walk out the door Just turn around now You're not
welcome anymore
Weren't you the one who tried to break me with desire
Did you think I'd crumble Did you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I I will survive As long as I know how to love I know
I'll be alive
I've got all my live to live I've got all my love to give
I will survive I will survive Yeah, yeah
It's Coming Down
It's coming down It's coming down It's raining outside
You've nowhere to hide She's asking you why you think it's funny
It's coming down It's coming down She's leaving your house
She had to get out She's mad and she'll take her mattress with
her
It's coming down it's coming down it's coming down
It's coming down it's coming down it's coming down
It's coming down It's coming down It's coming down You lie on the
floor
She's slamming your door She's gone and she's wearing the red
sweater
It's coming down it's coming down it's coming down
It's coming down it's coming down it's coming down
It's coming down it's coming down it's coming down
Italian Leather Sofa
She doesn't care Whether or not he's an island She doesn't care
Just as long as his ship's coming in She doesn't care
Whether or not he's an island They laugh they make money
He's got a gold watch She's got a silk dress And healthy breasts
that bounce
On his Italian leather sofa
She doesn't care Whether or not he's a good man She doesn't care
Just as long as she still has her friends She doesn't care
Whether or not he's an island They laugh they make money
He's got a gold watch She's got a silk dress
And healthy breasts that bounce On his Italian leather sofa
She's got a serrated edge That she moves back and forth
It's such a simple machine She doesn't have to use force
When she gets what she wants She puts the rest on a tray In a
ziploc bag
She's got a serrated edge That she moves back and forth
It's such a simple machine She doesn't have to use force
When she gets what she wants She puts the rest on a tray In a
ziploc bag
She doesn't care Whether or not he's an island She doesn't care
Just as long as his ship's coming in She doesn't care
Whether or not he's an island They laugh they make money
He's got a gold watch She's got a silk dress
And healthy breasts that bounce On his Italian leather sofa
Nugget (Edit)
Heads of state who ride and wrangle Who look at your face from
more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets Like sharpening knives
through chicken mcnuggets
Heads of state who ride and wrangle Who look at your face from
more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets Like sharpening knives
through chicken mcnuggets
Shut the f___ up Shut the f___ up Right, right Learn to buck up
Shut the f___ up Now now Learn to buck up
Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers Will eat your children
and steal your thunder
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl Will crunch like nuts in
the mouths of squirrels
Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers Will eat your children
and steal your thunder
While heavyy torsos that heave and hurl Will crunch like nuts in
the mouths of squirrels
Shut the f___ up Shut the f___ up Right, right Learn to buck up
Shut the f___ up
Now now Learn to buck up
Now simple feet that flicker like fire And burn like candles in
smoky spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness Than somber thoughts of burning
planets
Now clever feet that flicker like fire And burn like candles in
smoky spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness Than somber thoughts of burning
planets
Shut the f___ up All right Ok I don't wanna, I don't wanna hear
it
That's right I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't
wanna
Open Book
She's writing she's writing she's writing a novel
She's writing, she's weaving, conceiving a plot
It quickens it thickens you can't put it down now
It takes you it shakes you it makes you lose your thought
But you're caught in your own glory You are believing your own
stories
Writing your own headlines Ignoring your own deadlines
But now you've got to write them all again
You think she's an open book But you don't know which page to
turn to, do you
You think she's an open book But you don't know which page to
turn to, do you do you do you
You want her confront her just open your window
Unbolt it unlock it unfasten your latch
You want it confront it just open your window
All you really have to do is ask But you're caught in your own
glory
You are believing your own stories Timing your contractions
Inventing small contraptions That'll roll across your polished
hardwood floors
You think she's an open book But you don't know which page to
turn to, do you
You think she's an open book But you don't know which page to
turn to, do you do you do you
You think she's an open book But you don't know which page to
turn to, do you do you do you do you
Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps
You won't admit you love me And so, how am I ever to know
You only tell me Perhaps perhaps perhaps
A million times I ask you, and then I ask you over again
You only answer Perhaps perhaps perhaps
If you can't make your mind up We'll never get started
And I don't want to wind up Being parted, broken hearted
So if you really love me, say yes But if you don't dear, confess
And please don't tell me Perhaps perhaps perhaps
If you can't make your mind up We'll never get started
And I don't want to wind up Being parted, broken hearted
So if you really love me, say yes But if you don't dear, confess
And please don't tell me Perhaps perhaps perhaps
Race Car Ya-Yas
The land of race car ya-yas The land where you can't change lanes
The land where large fuzzy dice still hang proudly
Like testicles from rear view mirrors
The land of race car ya-yas The land where you can't change lanes
The land where large fuzzy dice still hang proudly
Like testicles from rear view mirrors The land of race car ya-yas
Ya-yas The land of race car ya-yas The land of race car ya-yas
Race car ya-yas
Sad Songs And Waltzes
I'm writing a song all about you A true song as real as my tears
But you've no need to fear it Cause no one will hear it
Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year.
I'll tell all about how you cheated I'd like for the whole world
to hear
I'd like to get even With you cause you're leaving
But sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year.
It's a good thing that I'm not a star You don't know how lucky
you are
Though my record may say it No one will play it
Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year.
It's a good thing that I'm not a star You don't know how lucky
you are
Though my record may say it No one will play it
Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year.
She'll Come Back To Me
Last night I said to her I didn't want to live inside a lie
If she wants him more than she wants me Let this be
She'll come back to me She'll come back to me She'll come back
All day I wait and wait To hear her footsteps on my walkway
She never came She never even called She'll come back to me
She'll come back to me
She'll come back
Somehow I know It won't last Somehow I know It won't last too
long
She'll come back to me She'll come back to me She'll come back to
me
Stickshifts And Safetybelts
Stickshifts and safety belts Bucket seats have all got to go
When we're driving, in the car It makes my baby seem so far
I need you here with me Not way over in a bucket seat
I need you to be here with me Not way over in a bucket seat
But when we're driving in my Malibu It's easy to get right next
to you
I say Baby, scoot over please And then she's right there next to
me
I need you here with me Not way over in a bucket seat
I need you to be here with me Not way over in a bucket seat
Well a lot of good cars Are Japanese But when we're driving far
I need my baby, I need my baby next to me
Well, stickshifts and safetybelts Bucket seats have all got to go
When we're driving in the car It makes my baby seem so far
I need you here with me Not way over in a bucket seat
I need you to be here with me Not way over in a bucket seat
The Distance
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line Engines pumping and
thumping in time
The green light flashes, the flags go up,Churning and burning,
they yearn for the cup
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank Fuel burning fast on an
empty tank
Reckless and wild they pour through the turns Their prowess is
potent and secretly stern
They speed through the finish, the flags go down, The fans get up
and they get out of town
The arena is empty except for one man Still driving and striving
as fast as he can
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up And long ago
somebody left with the cup
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns He's going the
distance
He's going for speed She's all alone (all alone) All alone in her
time of need
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse He's going the
distance
No trophy no flowers no flash bulbs no line He's haunted by
something he can not define
Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse Assail him, impale
him with monster truck force
In his mind he's still driving still making the grades
She's hoping in time that her memories will fade
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up
And long ago somebody left with the cup
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns He's going the
distance
He's going for speed She's all alone (all alone)
All alone in her time of need
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse
He's going the distance He's going for speed He's going the
distance
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