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Opening
01:15
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(instrumental)
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2. |
My House
02:12
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won't you come over to my house
its over on the south of town
i've got my very own playroom
a genesis and a playstation
i've got every game imaginable
i'll even let you win one
won't you come over to my house
it's painted red green purple and brown
we'll ride on my harry potter broom stick
and only eat potato ship sandwiches
jurassic park 1 2 3 on dvd
we'll watch all three at the same time
700 action figures
dress up clothes and dirty pictures
the bus stops at the door
pop up books 1000 titles
dinosaurs and motorcycles
who could ask for more
my mom and my dad are still married
they buy me new clothes every day
we re happy all the time the television is mine
it's true
won t you believe me?
please come over to my house
soon
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Cave In
03:26
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the rain makes a garden of the pavement
so how can you stay dry
the drugs are wondering where the rave went
it makes me feel like a spy
baby don t be brave
i ain t too proud to beg
i'm a tidal wave waitin won t you
cave in
what s the use of havin if you save it
baby just tell me why
baby don't be brave
i ain t too proud to beg
i m a tidal wave waitin won t you
cave in
little wee boat on a sea of gold
holdin on tight to your fishin pole
castin your line neath a blue blue sky
there's treasure at the bottom now don t be shy
my love s a hurricane in your basement
so come on down inside
baby don't be brave
i ain t too proud to beg
i'm a tidal wave waitin won't you
cave in
waitin each night but i m gettin old
to be kissin all night neath a sea of gold
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Ice Cream
02:34
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ice cream ice cream
cool smooth delicious treat
deep freeze oh please
where d you hide the ice cream
mother never let me eat sweets
father never listened
mommy daddy
how can it be
i left you sleeping
will you forgive me
mother would want me to wash my hands
they're so dirty and red
no no no
that's all they said said said
with each blow blow blow
to the head head head head
wake up wake up
can t we just make up
i m shaking shaking
i ll just wait up
now i scream i scream
for mommy and daddy
in pieces in the deep freeze
right beside
the ice cream!
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5. |
90% Woman
03:57
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here sit i under cloudy sky
one star peeks through venetian blinds
i'll sing you a song but it feels so wrong
cuz you can t be here though you re on my mind
so here it goes it starts at your toes
slides up your shins your thighs and your hips
the tender taste then up to your waist
your bosom your heart, but stops at your lips
cuz you re 90% woman and 10% mine
if you were a dollar you d love me a dime
you promised you re his til the end of time
so you re 90% woman and 10% mine
well mathematics wasn t my best subject
so sometimes i think that there s more of you here
you tell me again that we re more than friends
but less than a lover is what i hear
cuz you re 90% woman and 10% mine
if you were a dollar you d love me a dime
you promised you re his til the end of time
so you re 90% woman and 10% mine
well i got a friend with a glass in his head
cuz he lost one eye when he was a lad
just 10% vision in the other eye
but he sees so much more than the average man
so you re 90% woman and 10% mine
if that s all i get well it suits me just fine
cuz i m a luckier guy than the fellows in line
for the 10% of you that you say is mine
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Prayer
02:24
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now i lay me down to sleep
i pray the lord my soul to keep
all you ghosts spectres and frights
i keep my window and eyes shut tight
and i don t believe in you
boogeyman vampires and ghouls
stay inside your tombs
maybe god you re watching me now
will protect me from undead prowl
and i don t believe in things that spook and things that creep
i d pray to you lord my soul to keep
but i don t believe in you
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7. |
Interlude
01:22
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(instrumental)
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8. |
Crazy For You
04:19
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3 04 in the mornin
are you warm in your bed?
there s a night light at your bedside
and it s a dark night outside
and i tried the door
all your windows have bars on the inside
how are you sleepin you can t be dreamin
while i m screamin your name
i watched for hours how was your shower
you musta hid those flowers
that i left in your car
when you came from the bar on first street
let me in
side your skin
are you crazy for me?
like i m crazy for you?
i could love you like nobody has or will
your boyfriend jesse it wasn t messy
if they arrest me you don t have to thank me
it was for you dear he was gettin too near
i put his left ear
with the ear ring intact
on your front door step
with a love poem
by edgar allan poe
what s this?
is your window open?
just a crack
i think
i can get my finger nails
under the frame
just a pullin shovin
123 and i will blow your house down
don t you see me darlin
my finger nails are bleedin
why do you pretend i don t exist
i think it moved a little
123 and i will blow your house down
let me in
side your skin
are you crazy for me?
like i m crazy for you?
i could love you like nobody has or will
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9. |
Old Flame
02:40
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simply put
i want to fuck you
up against the wall
of a cheap motel
this could be accident prone
what are we waitin for?
it s not like you to start fires and stain the furniture
we ve been a pair
for years it seems
danger at the best of times
eludes us
or it could be under our nose
so what are we waitin for?
get undressed strike a match we ll burn it down
we ll change our names
and we ll find a new city
where lovers can touch
and the water is wine
we ll fuck all we want
and we ll flush all the pills
and we ll quit our jobs
and be poor
as hell
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10. |
Two Poos
02:01
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we had a big breakfast
at the de dutch
you start to cry now
whenever we touch
coffee and pancakes
that always makes me
have to go poo
same with you too
our rhythms are sync d up
the telephone rings up
you sit on the toilet
i try to hold it
i wipe my butt now
the water is hot now
we pass in the shower
it don t smell like flowers
long unsevered
two poos together
stormy weather
two poos together
tangled up brown
i flush em down
you walk out the door
i sit on the floor
long unsevered
two poos together
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You're Not My Son
01:53
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you re not my son
she wasn t my wife
i m gonna mend all the weaknesses that kept you in my life
i m so down this mornin
and i m sorry again for failin
i m not your dad
baby don t cry
we re just two litte clouds in an expanding sky
i don t want to say goodbye
will you let me stay to see you fly
these are your wings
here is my heart
and i ll piece together like a work of art
there s red and orange on the page
up here that s you in outer space
you re not my son
i m not your dad
what kept us together was the best i d ever had
now its evenin
the sun has fallen
and it rises again in africa
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12. |
Private Eye Remains
03:38
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some guys linger on in empty town without a name
and in the bottom dresser drawers of broken hearted dames
a legend never has a chance to send a last regard
left burning in the dead man s lap
the butt of a cigar
private eyes most never lie but eyes can tell you more
i loved the way her silhouette was painted on the door
i slicked my hair and licked my teeth and took a little sip
or two or more i took one more then pulled it from lips
her hair was shiny red and curly somethin mannequin
if i can pick em i can pick em her drink of choice was gin
then like some bad b movie i think you know the rest
she implored my help as one fake tear goes splat up on my desk
her eyes were cold familiar too but i couldn t put a name
her aroma too resembled somethin out of a dream
i took a puff cuz dead eyes from the barrel of a gun
they all start to look the same but you remember every one
this dame had a bone to pick apparently with me
she said i killed her
what s that supposed to mean?
they say that dead men never walk, do dead dames wear high heels?
she floated to the ceiling
i said fuck this ghost s for real
a $50 case plus the cost of bullets used
to drop some bitch a witch in fact, Drezelda Eldermooj
i think she knew my head just coudn t spin so far that way
i guess for private eyes that s the price you got to pay
she cackled once and spit my name and flew right out the door
i coughed just once enough to spit some blood upon the floor
my eyes rolled back into my head and suck into my brain
on the door my name had disappeared
only private eye remains
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13. |
After A (II)
03:18
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drank too much coffee tonight
and caught up with the girl i thought i would marry in high school
its so funny what people say
about the more things change
and people drift apart
i love to tell her how i m so unpredictable
gee that s so predictable
she didn t know me at all
she didn t know me at all
after all that we ve been through you d think but no
she never knew me at all
its so funny how much it hurts
when a friend you trusted judges you behind your back
you want so bad to tell someone he s an asshole
but wouldn t that make you just as bad
but he doesn t know me at all
he doesn t know me at all
after all that we ve been through you d think but no
he never knew me at all
she didn t know me at all
he doesn t know me
she didn t know me at all
he doesn t own me
after all that we ve been through you d think but no
she never knew me at all
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14. |
Closing
00:55
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(instrumental)
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Jeff Gladstone Vancouver, British Columbia
Cowboy Noir Cabaret to soothe the troubled soul.
www.jeffgladstone.com/wanted
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