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Church Hands
03:21
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High above the bed, this is what she said
She said, “I can’t do this again.”
I said, “Baby, yes you can.”
Do you think we could be friends?
She said, “I don’t know, man.”
Do you think we could be friends?
She said, “I do not know, man.”
Church hands, they fold in prayer
They are strong church hands
Church hands, they fold in prayer
Olive fingers grasp the razor
And she is lost again
Like a line in the sand
Church hands wrapping ‘round my heart
High above the bed
“I guess I’m really strong.”
And I was thinking, “Baby, you are wrong.”
What she thought was strength was fear
So I asked her come near
“You’re a monster down inside.”
Well if so, enjoy the ride
Maybe I can be taught
But the demon, he cannot
Church hands, they fold in prayer
They are strong church hands
Church hands, they fold in prayer
Olive fingers grasp the razor
And row after row
She prays through her nose
Church hands wrapping ‘round my heart
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She done me
Sometimes I wish that she was blind
Like all the legends go
She says that I do all the things that she needs me to do
She said, “The point of this is one, not two.”
She takes her time I’ll put you up
You nor I bothered when we saw each other down the block
I mean it, officer, I never even met this girl before
So is that it?
Will I pay full or half price for the mirror
That I might not have broken?
I thought we had a connection but this proves yet again
She is merely illusion
She done me
Sometimes I wish that she was blind like all the legends go
She said, “You do all of the things that I need you to do.”
“But the point of this is me, not you.”
She waits in line
I’ll turn you out
I mean it, officer, it was just a little dispute
You’ll never hear a peep from me whether or not it is the truth
Did you hear an explanation
She said to call her ‘Mischa’
I said, “You call me ‘master.’”
She said, “Please call me ‘Mischa.’” She said, “I call you ‘master.’”
We ran faster and faster And faster
So much for the isolation
I almost wanted to feel
Clinging desperately
To what I thought was real
She said to call her ‘Mischa’
And I thought it was a dream
I said, “I called you ‘master.’”
We ran faster and faster
We ran faster and faster
Goodbye, my dreamer
I remember you
But that would be untrue
Goodbye, my dreamer
I remember
But that would be uncool
Goodbye, my dreamer
I remember you
But that would be untrue
Dreamer
Uncool
You should always remember to remember me too
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Doin' It
04:57
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I keep trying to picture you
But every time you look a little different
So I tried to draw a picture of you
And I wrote you in as a full-time addict
But instead of red, you wear purple
Your eyes are all muddy and you’re fucking a jerk
Who in his spare time tries to hit rewind
But there are real people here so it’s all futile
I think I thought that I was older
Than I thought I was at the time
I think, I think, I think
I need a goddamn drink
I need a drink just to see you
I need a drink just to see you
I need a goddamn drink
If you’re done with me and I’m done with you
Then why the fuck are we still doing it?
It was fun for me and you had fun too
But I think tonight that we should call it quits
If you’re done with me and I’m done with you
Then why the fuck are we still doing it?
Are we still doing it?
Maybe there isn’t any time
Or just not enough of it
To look at what we have left behind
And take any stock in it
But that ass is unstoppable
The Anti-Life Equation unsolvable
So we live in a world that’s unconquerable
If you’re done with me and I’m done with you
Then why the fuck are we still doing it?
It was fun for me and you had fun too
But I think tonight that we should call it quits
If you’re done with me and I’m done with you
Then why the fuck are we still doing it?
Why the fuck are we still doing it?
When we were young we thought it would be so simple
You give it all up and you get romance
Sick of this down-on-knees begging to please you
Spending all my goddamn money
To keep a lock on that ass
If you’re done with me and I’m done with you
Then why the fuck are we still doing it?
It was fun for me and you had fun too
But I think tonight that we should call it quits
If you’re done with me and I’m done with you
Then why the fuck are we still doing it?
Are we still doing it?
If you’re done with me and I’m done with you
Then why the fuck are we still doing it?
It was fun for me and you had fun too
But I think tonight that we should call it quits
If you’re done with me and I’m done with you
Then why the fuck are we still doing it?
Why the fuck are we still doing it?
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The Day Is Long
05:50
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The ghost is reaching deep inside
I feel the tendrils crawl behind the dark folds
She sits on a grey and green carpet
It’s hot as hell and I’m trying to sweat it all out
Trying to relax the muscles that flex
Tense with petty indifference
It comes and goes
The wait for a familiar engine hum continues
Now I clearly wasn’t sober enough
But something just did not add up
Regardless of the face the name’s the same
I’ll take you up above the ground
Visit where you used to live
The only way I know to be true
It’s in the past, my darling
No, Doctor, the medicine has yet to take effect
It still hurts with the mark of every second
Soon the view will change
But will my eyes remain
Glued to that same old termite-ridden window pane
Draped in a cloak of selfish contemplation
The questions I ask far too small to mention
Something in the sky
Something that could fly
Something I cannot erase
Because I saw it with my own two eyes
The day is long
She don’t want another song
I had a dream that we spoke at length
And the things that I confessed
Did rend your heart from out your breast
Things again like they were in the past
Our onset: cosmic and magnificent
Our downfall: tragic and stale with death
I keep in mind the things we’re fighting for
Walking down the block and everything is empty
Sagging like the blood that’s in his veins
Where did our city go?
I don’t know, Doctor, but I don’t give a shit
Since when did they care about our part in all this
Somewhere familiar, where I am not sure
But I’m looking at her feet as she’s walking out the door
They were so perfect, so perfectly sculpted
How do you look so good
You’re just so perfectly sculpted
The band began to play
First she grabbed his face
Then they started to sway
They cut to the chase
The day is long
She don’t want another song
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Termite Dust St Petersburg, Florida
Old, new, archived, lost & found music from the Tampa Bay area. Made by and for locals.
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