1. |
James Dean
03:10
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the paper under the front step in the morning...
lets blow
this town
with screaming wheels
and a trail of dust
is all that's left of us
is all that's left of us
and the good good gets
and i will make believe
that i am james dean
i'm the giant of my scene
i'm gonna make you fall in love
girls are tuggin' at my sleeves
and the starlets are knockin' at their knees
lets go
west bound
take on the big big towns
i'm gonna be the king of it all
lets go west bound
take on the big big towns
wear a big gold crown
and i'm gonna be the king of it all
and i will make believe
that i am james dean
i'm the giant of my scene
i'm gonna make you fall in love
girls are tuggin' at my sleeves
and the starlets are knockin' at their knees
i'm gonna make you fall in love
girls are tuggin' at my shirt sleeves
beggin' for a piece of me
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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2. |
Building Blocks
04:03
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i give you credit where credit is due
but i'm not gonna speak to you
if you go runnin' around
with every god damn guy in town
if i ask why
if i should pry
oh come on baby, don't crucify me
'cause i'm the building blocks
for the ground you walk
and that aint gonna change today
i give you money
and i give you love too
but what do i have to do
to make you see what i do
if i ask why
if i should pry
oh come on baby don't crucify me
'cause i'm the building block
for the cars i drive
and i'm gonna make road
same sharp shooting pains
from the tips of my teeth
to the tips of my feet
if i ask why
and i am gonna pry
come on baby, don't crucify me
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3. |
Claire
06:35
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claire
my door is always open
but you can never come in
and the new year is coming
we'll all drink until we die
yep!
and the pale moon is covering
this hard walk through the sand
this hard walk through the sand
this
we're gonna sit on the edge of town
we're gonna sing our hearts out
and tell me how good
tell me how good does it feel?
to be out now
you know its right
you know its good
and it makes you feel
the best that it should
you know its right
you know its good
and it makes you feel
the best that it could
the waves are coming
up above my head
hey! hey! hey!
and me i'm in a shoot out
with blanks blazing
me i'm in a shoot out
with blanks blazing
you know its right
you know its good
and it makes you feel
the best that it should
you know its right
you know its good
and it makes you feel
the best that it could
bah! bah! bah!
i had a friend that i never really ever knew
caught her tryin' to fly so i took her home
and in the car she was flippin' through the radio
she said "claire, i can hear me in the static"
said "claire i can hear me in the static"
see i had this friend that i never really ever knew
i caught her tryin' to fly so i took her home
and in the car she was sittin' flippin' through the radio
i said "claire, i can hear you in the static"
said "claire i can hear me in the static"
said "claire i can hear me in this static"
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4. |
Corks & Screws
03:50
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corks and screws and atom bombs
fishin' in the sewers for the face of god
raisin' all sorts of hell underneath the earth
reelin' from the pits shes up and gone
she picked your lock through the sand and the fog
raisin' all sorts a hell up here on the surface
and my brain reacts
strangely to change
and i flipped out and made you the one to blame
the one to blame the one to blame
and i thought i would never be the same
and now i think i'm not and that's ok
and i thought i would never be the same
and now i know i'm not and that's ok
throwin' records in the empty parking lot
hard against the cold black top
drive 'till dawn in this beat up old town tonight
and i thought i would never be the same
and now i think i'm not and that's ok
and i thought i would never be the same
and now i know i'm not and that's ok
pick the lock in the face of the wrong
yeah your walls gonna come on down
you pick the lock in the face of the wrong
yeah your walls will come on down
come on down
come on down
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5. |
Tall Tall Grass
05:54
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i don't want to go outside
'cause i'm afraid of what i might find
mother waits on the stoop for me
back from the great war
in one damn piece
and i am lucky just to be alive
now all i do is sit and writhe and writhe
in the morning
in the fields
they die
in the morning in the fields they die
with a tinge
of glory
in their eyes
awake all day
in the sun
with a hot shiny gun
i run
blindy into the enemy
awake
all day
in the sun
with a hot shiny gun
i run blindly towards the enemy
and i sit
in the tall tall grass
and my hands wont grasp
in the tall tall grasp
my clip wont clasp
in the tall tall grasp
my hands wont grasp
in the tall tall grass
my clip wont clasp
awake
all day
in the sun
with a hot shiny gun
i run
blindly towards
the enemy
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6. |
Bloodlines
08:10
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we follow out
we follow in
we try to make the best of this skin
worm crawls out
worm crawls in
and i see the same god damn things
things, things, things
and our ship has run aground
and we are ghosts in this ghost town
and our ship has run aground
and now we are ghosts in this ghost town
and we want the blood of our fathers and sons
raise them up from the grave
crazy everyday
and we want our love from this whisky and rum
and a bottle down in the grave
oh i still crave you everyday
i breathe out
i breathe in
i see the veins under your skin
warm and blue and ready for me
to sink right in to
we want the blood of our fathers and sons
raise them up from the grave
still crazy everyday
and we want our love from this whisky and rum
and a bottle down in the grave
oh i still crave you crave you crave you every everyday
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