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Boogeyman
03:03
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Jack-o-lanterns all glowing
party after the show
Halloween and the masks and the swigs of Jack
confuse who I know
Don’t get lost with some boy
in that delicious devil outfit
Native rollercoaster,
my eyes go for you,
but we didn’t show up here
not to show some skin too
It’s the night of the year
we could be anonymously lucky
Just don’t let some Michael come and get you (this is my last warning to you)
I know you like the strong silent type
he’ll chase you up the stairs and when he’s done with you
he’ll walk away slowly
I just feel they’re all looking
They don’t have masquerade eyes
We’ll stay for some lipstick drama
some bloodlust disguised
It’s just one of those nights I guess I
Woulda rather stayed home
Just don’t let some Goblin come and get you (this is my last warning to you)
in the kitchen by the keg
He’ll lick, you’ll wink, and sneak his number
in your pocket slowly
Don’t let some Freddy come and get you (this is my last warning to you)
I know he’s the man of your dreams
One roofie and you’ll slip from couch
to boiler room slowly
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2. |
Bruisey Brookie
02:02
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Bruisey Brookie and Andy Warhol are always cruisin’ down the city streets
I see ‘em
From my window I’m writing it down
Cuz I heard they make green from pop art
Bruisey Brookie and Marylin Monroe are always doin’ their hair in public
But
Back in the studio, I see ‘em let it go
They’re throwin’ green around on pop art
I need caffeine
I need the street
Got a chance
For me to meet
A couture girl
A city queen
Does she do pills?
Does she drink?
Bruisey Brookie and yours truly are always drinkin’ on a blank canvas
But the blood on her knees
and the bruise on her cheek
are keepin’ me warm from pop art
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3. |
Fluorescent Green
04:05
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When society falls you’ll kiss me hard
And even in your spit
I’ll taste the turn and we’ll go to the mall
And burn that useless shit
We’ll gather up some cars and we’ll all pile in
Use the last of the gas from our glorious past
To get to Oregon
I thought I bought into spending time
It was only a timeshare
I thought I bought into spending time
It was only a timeshare
Fluorescent green,
That finally faded enough to show me
That I was living in a Wal-Mart dream with you
Open up my mouth
Spoon-feed me food
Just in case I don’t forget my paycheck
The idyllic lands on your cereal box are paper thin
Lubricating my eyes to the bright blue skies on a box of Claritin
I swallow down that pill but that building only grew
And at the top photographers take a shot
They use to sell that view to you
I thought I bought into spending time
It was only a timeshare
I thought I bought into spending time
It was only a timeshare
Fluorescent green,
That finally faded enough to show me
That I was living in a Wal-Mart dream with you
Open up my mouth
Spoon-feed me food
Just in case I don’t forget my paycheck
I’m not in the market for that!
I’m not in the market for that!
You’re selling us what we already have!
I thought I bought into spending time
It was only a timeshare
I thought I bought into spending time
It was only a timeshare
Fluorescent green,
That finally faded enough to show me
That I was living in a Wal-Mart dream with you
Open up my mouth
Spoon-feed me food
Just in case I don’t forget my paycheck
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4. |
To The End Of The Map
03:16
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Unravel your organic consciousness
It’s susceptibility is suspicious
Waves capable of evolution
And torrents of data floating around
Carrying sound
Floating around
Carring sound to the end of the map
You think there’s some big fish
We are mammals in the water coming up for air
You better leave this bitter water Ben
While the channels are changing for you
Currently bending the water for you
The big fish plays a good tune
I’ll hold my breath with you
The big fish plays a good tune
I’ll hold my breath for you
(You'll be eaten alive)
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5. |
Tallahassee Song
03:25
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Florida weather
Heatin’ up the dog park
Fashion climate
Makin’ them dogs bark
Tallahassee you been good to me
But I been thinkin’ it’s time to go
I been dreamin’ of tradin’ your purple skies
For the open road
Don’t get me wrong
I wanna press the plums
But there ain’t enough jam
For this coke and rum
And Brooke is drinking for everyone
She’s tryin’ ta keep the party fun
Conservative notions are constantly telling us
that we cannot be bringing our beat
but if you don’t like our beat you know we take to the street
You know we take to the street
Too many cooks will spoil the broth,
especially if you’ve got beef
But if you got beef don’t put that in my stew.
Don’t put that beef in my stew.
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6. |
Lucy
04:51
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Mama always said I was a daydreamer
Sleepwalkin’ young, she was a screamer
Papa let me watch the Freddy movies
But now my dreams aren’t lonely
So I, so I, so I
I been sleepin’ with a nightlight since then
It keeps the monsters out my bed
Then I met a girl named Lucy
She taught me how to use my
Slow eye, slow eye, slow eye
I been flippin the light switch up and down
I been lookin’ at the ground
It’s slippin’ away from my
It’s slippin’ away from my feet
Woah Woah Woah
Woah Woah Woah
Woah Woah Woah
Woah Woah Woah
Oh ah oh ah oh
Oh ah oh ah oh
Sleepwalkin’ with Lucy’s not easy
You can’t fall asleep watchin’ teevee
So come over I’ll fix you a cup o’ tea
And we’ll be lucid dreaming
Me and me!
I been flippin the light switch up and down
I been lookin’ at the ground
It’s slippin’ away from my
It’s slippin’ away from my feet
Woah Woah Woah
Woah Woah Woah
Woah Woah Woah
Woah Woah Woah
Oh ah oh ah oh
Oh ah oh ah oh
And now I’m not
Dreamin’ of you
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7. |
Garden Girl
04:57
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Here’s one about the Garden Girl
She couldn’t grow inside our world
She dug a hole inside her apartment
On the first floor the bud started growing
safe from pesticides and policemen
Around the couch the trash piled up
when she found out he was leaving
Extreme videos played for her blank display
until a breaking news bulletin
The reporter said the day has finally come
You can grow all the plants you want to
But the Garden Girl just couldn’t stop crying
Her tears water the soil
We’re all fertilizer baby
Maybe she was just a bad seed
All you need is apple cores and orange peel
I’ve seen the rain make her smile
When he came home from a whiskey binge
that she had to pay for
The garden had grown in their living room,
plants taller than the both of them
There’s nothing I’d rather do than smoke with you
He said, and peeled back a plant to kiss her
We’re all fertilizer baby
Maybe she was just a bad seed
All you need is apple cores and orange peel
I’ve seen the rain make her smile
Fertilizer!
Oxygen!
A little water! (grow grow grow grow)
Oxygen!
We’re all fertilizer baby
Maybe she was just a bad seed
In this room it’s purple and hazy
Garden Girls grow to make you smile
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8. |
Red Lies
03:36
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9. |
Goblins
04:25
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Suppose I chose
To live so very domestically
With you in the stable
And I in the kitchen
Can you hear me cookin’?
Suppose I chose
To buy a golden ring to match this castle
Are you getting enough sun my dear?
Ooh and they say holy matrimony…
Ooh and they say what they say…
When my heretic’s loose
One partner can get quite moldy
You’re comin’ on home to the same old story
Lickin’ her legs in the kitchen
But when he comes home
We’re disappearin’
You didn’t leave – We’d already started
You didn’t leave – We’d already started
You didn’t leave – We’d already started
One partner can get quite moldy
You’re comin’ on home to the same old story
Lickin’ her legs in the kitchen
But when he comes home
We’re disappearin’
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10. |
Black Cherry Blood
06:54
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Two hundred years
Drinking and walking
I drift by the moon
You gave me champagne
While I was avoiding the sun
…
Don’t let me say
I never really thought I’d feel this way
I never felt so cool
It’s different the second time with you
I never felt so bad
Zydeco dancing in your head
will settle down soon
Now you’re on the trip.
You said,
“Yeah I’m really tripping now”
But watch the café, we’re coming up on Du Monde,
There’s blood on your lip.
The tarot reader
separated astronomy from astrology,
she’s a telescope.
We read Aristotle over sangria
and broke from the prison of the southern bank
for a minute of free trade—
She eventually declined our ride—
But I think that she’ll believe again
in free land
Straight into Orleans
Hand me those strings from my gig bag
How am I to know if you’d get in the way?
Black Cherry Blood, you’re sweet
but would you get in the way?
Don’t let me drain you
and don’t drain me in
my day sleep
And I would save this sucking night
with a cliché
“I never felt so cool”
It’s different the second time with you
I never felt so rad
I just think that I’ll regret doing this to you
Straight out of Orleans
I know you wanna go with me up river
How am I to know if you’d get in the way?
Black Cherry Blood, I need to know if you’d get in the way
Or if I’d get in the way.
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