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The Dtective
02:27
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For the way she was dressed, I woulda changed my will
My gyroscope was runnin' up the hill
The smoke hid my 'chubby', she swatted my button fly
There's commies in the suburbs, you know they wouldn't lie.
Thank god for indiscretion, in lonely single moms
motor bikes with mufflers, the grave stone of King Kong
Burma back in '43 was just this side of heaven
Double trouble all wrapped up, details at 11.
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They just wouldn't wait their turn
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My Wall Street week subscriptions being renewed
by the grave yard shift phone girl, wishing she was nude
She had my special battery, she swore she never tried
But the all-night teller booth was open from inside.
I almost met ol' Malcom X, before he found his way
The river boats were smuggling arms, donuts and decay
Those things he said all rang true, a flat without a jack
I picked her up, she chained me down, my deja ve went black
Kim bought his wise blood at G-squared's place
It always brings to mind that first time I got maced
It's just across the highway where the sonic used to stand
The colored kids sold lemonade and shot their rubber bands
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They just wouldn't wait their turn...
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Sophia was a bigamist, she like to eat French food
She squandered all her winnings on a Danish guy named Zood
HIs eyepatch keep slipping, exposed his freezer burn
He claimed he was at Woodstock but wouldn't wait his turn
He just wouldn't wait his turn...
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Radio Girl
02:02
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I heard her last night
headphones on tight, Radio Girl
she came in quite clear
sure like to hear, Radio Girl
and if I fall asleep
while her music's playing
I'm sure I'll dream about
the things she's saying
Her voice is the air
long golden hair, Radio Girl
she sounds kind of shy
well, so am I, what about that?
and if I ever write
some other words for this
I'll have to listen first
to her night time radio
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Ma baby's got stigmata
01:43
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My baby's got stigmata, but I don't think she oughta.
It's getting kind of scary, she's not the Virgin Mary.
I had her carbon dated, her shroud is kind of faded.
She walked in leather sandals, and lit a special candle.
Baby, Baby, Baby...
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Sick O' the Sixties
02:38
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5. |
Things I've Missed
03:01
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Mathematical Park
01:42
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Let me take you home
02:34
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Would you think me "oh so modern" if I take you home?
We're not living in a vacuum, let me take you home
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It would not be mathematical
it would not be comprehensible
It would not be irresponsible
I...wouldn't mind
It would be somewhat ethereal
two people one individual
Containing all inconceivable
I...wouldn't mind, if you're shy
Yea Yea Yea Yea
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I'll always value a kiss from you
and occupy all your treasures too
Tickle and hug you when we are through
You...wouldn't mind
We're spellbound by an experience
no longer strangers no longer tense
You must admit that it all makes sense
You...wouldn't mind, if I'm shy
Yea Yea Yea Yea
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I don't know why I'm this way
certain thoughts won't go away
standing on a mountain top
sinking to the ocean floor
You can stand it by yourself
Willows bend and flowers burn
food goes bad, the patient yearn
barren women pray for lives
dying playboys cry for wives
You can stand it by yourself
Throw your emblems in the dirt
superstitions only hurt
all you have is not enough
you call those dreams, what a laugh
You can stand it by yourself
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9. |
The Death of Eno
02:09
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"Gimme" Technology
03:10
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OhLord
02:37
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Lotsa shooting in the name of the lord
Lotsa bombing in the name of the lord
Lotsa screamin' in the name of the lord
Barbed wire in the name of the lord
Well I can't speak for HIM, but he's probably tired of that
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Lotsa babies in the name of the lord
Lotsa spankin' in the name of the lord
Some repressing in the name of the lord
Some confessing in the name of the lord
Well I can't speak for HER, but she's probably tired of that
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Raising buildings in the name of the lord
Raising money in the name of the lord
Lotsa 'things' in the name of the lord
Everything that's a shame to the lord
Well I can't speak for IT, but it's probably tired of that
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Well, they're speakin' from the left of ya lord
and they're speakin' from the right of ya lord
and they're talking 'bout some fairy tales, lord
Glorifying to some cartoons lord
Well, I can't speak for YOU, but you're probably tired of that
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I've been thinkin' about praying to ya lord
I'm not sure what I'd be sayin' to ya lord
Left a message on your answering phone
You never answer and you're never at home
Well I can't speak for THEM, but I'm awfully tired of that...
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The Message is Coming
03:44
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The Message is Coming...
I lay on my back
I open my mind
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My neurons are firing
I lay on my back
I roll in the waves
MY PRECISE WAY IS THE ONLY WAY
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13. |
Havana Seizure
03:09
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Most times I wish that you were really with me
not just a picture on my import TV
I played that tape so much it just plumb wore out
I get so wound up that I just gotta shout
Gotta shout! I love you!
I might seem happy, but it's so au contraire
the way I'm feelin' for you gives me a scare
well, I could write about my love with a pen
but I would much rather just kiss you again!
Gotta Shout!
I wonder if we'll ever walk on that beach
or is that fantasy too far out of reach
just call me 'love' and I'll be baptized anew
and glad take upon the mysteries of you!
Gotta Shout!
I'm Havin',
a seizure
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Our new baby
01:19
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Lotsa shooting in the name of the lord
Lotsa bombing in the name of the lord
Lotsa screamin' in the name of the lord
Barbed wire in the name of the lord
Well I can't speak for him, but he's probably tired of that
-----
Lotsa babies in the name of the lord
Lotsa spankin' in the name of the lord
Some repressing in the name of the lord
Some confessing in the name of the lord
Well I can't speak for her, but she's probably tired of that
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Raising buildings in the name of the lord
Raising money in the name of the lord
Lotsa 'things' in the name of the lord
Everything that's a shame to the lord
Well I can't speak for It, but it's probably tired of that
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Well, they're speakin' from the left of ya lord
and they're speakin' from the right of ya lord
and they're talking 'bout some fairy tales, lord
Glorifying to some cartoons lord
Well, I can't speak for you, but you're probably tired of that
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I've been thinkin' about praying to ya lord
I'm not sure what I'd be sayin' to ya lord
Left a message on your answering phone
You never answer and you're never at home
Well I can't speak for them, but I'm awfully tired of that...
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18. |
Havana Seizure - Demo
04:00
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Most times I wish that you were really with me
not just a picture on my import TV
I played that tape so much it just plumb wore out
I get so wound up that I just gotta shout
Gotta shout! I love you!
I might seem happy, but it's so au contraire
the way I'm feelin' for you gives me a scare
well, I could write about my love with a pen
but I would much rather just kiss you again!
Gotta Shout!
I wonder if we'll ever walk on that beach
or is that fantasy too far out of reach
just call me 'love' and I'll be baptized anew
and glad take upon the mysteries of you!
Gotta Shout!
I'm Havin',
a seizure
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Steve Dirkx Dallas, Texas
Bassist for The Telefones and Whiteman. Guitarist songwriter for Loop 12 and Bobby Soxx and the Teenage Queers. Also known in some circles as Pinky Benson. Likes photography / video / dogs.
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