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"Take Your Anger Out On Me"
I'm as plush
As a punching bag
As giving
As a tree
My tongue is just a white flag
waving in the wind
And my lips are just targets
begging begging
Please please please
Take your anger out on me
I can take it like a catcher's mitt
And bounce back like a spring
I know you're not worrying but just in case you're worrying there's no need to worry because I can't feel a motherfucking thing
So please please please
Take your anger out on me
What am I your bottle, your bottle of rye?
Mean to be pounded and left out to dry?
My hell, my hell is just one more damn guy saying,
"Baby you look fucking good when you cry."
"Baby you look fucking good when you cry."
Ah but now come on
Really there's no need no need no need to apologize
Or to try and make it look good, camouflage, dress it up, or disguise it
It's as blatant as blatant can be
Even the blind eye you're turning can see
That I'm begging you begging you
Please please please
Take your anger out on me
Hey hey hey!
It's OK!
Hey hey hey!
It's OK!
Hey hey hey!
It's OK!
Because everybody gets a little angry sometimes
Everybody gets the short end of the stick
But your pain your pain is so special
I think I know just the trick
Please please please
Take your anger out on me
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2. |
Softly Hissing
02:20
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"Softly Hissing"
These days I slip away so easy easily
Though I fall fall fast
I’m jolted from my sleep
Raise the curtains, shine the lights,
Tell the morning that you love it just as much as you love the night
But it’s the same damn lies from previous previously
That same fire that haunts me, that old devil deviously
Blasts the glass out from the windows
And lets the wind come rushing in
Kills the heat
Kills the heat
Kills the heat
So I am reaching out for something I need
And though I lift my hands deliberately,
There’s a force that pushes back at me,
Hissing,
“What a fool
What a fool
What a fool.
What a fool
What a fool
What a fool
To fight it.”
Ah it must be time to flee the flee the scene
Started dropping bombs, now I’m my own damn refugee
As if I could ever escape
Ever escape
Ever escape
From me
So I am looking to undo some deeds
And though I guide towards light deliberately
There’s a poison that’s released in me
Hissing,
“What a fool
What a fool
What a fool
What a fool
What a fool
To fight it.”
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3. |
Anatomy
02:13
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"Anatomy"
Easy heart,
easy heart
When will you learn
it's just not your turn?
Wicked skin,
wicked skin
Act as a charmer
but never as armor.
Crooked finger,
crooked finger
How can one little beckoner
leave me to reckon with
all of the falderal from
those who call out in return?
When will you learn
that you beg to get burned?
My burning churning circuitry
is pumping red hot misery...
My body does not belong to me
I'm a subject of the tyranny
of my anatomy.
Foolish hands,
foolish hands
What do you reach for?
There's no one to reach for.
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"Just Like Me"
You are the dog on the rope
That I keep tied up, howling, hoping
For another chance
To prove he should run free
You are the stem in the bouquet
That I've been letting decay for days
You've got that stench of death upon you
But I keep you around anyway
Because you're just like me
How could you not be
When you're just a manifestation
Of my self-loathing
You read just like a book
And I must work to unhook
Myself from your representation Of reality
You are the shoe that hits the floor
You are beaten, you are worn
You've played a part, fulfilled a role
It's written all over your soul
And I know
I know how it goes
Intimately
I know
I know how it goes
Intimately
Because you're just like me
How could you not be
When you're just a manifestation
Of my self-loathing
You are a fist full of mud
Sit in my palm, beg to be slung
You have always brought the worst
Out in me
You are the eye of the needle
That I wrestle with
And feebly cry out,
"WELL I WAS TRYING TO THREAD A SINGLE STRING!"
I know
I know how it goes
Intimately
I know
I know how it goes
Intimately
Because you're just like me
How could you not be
When you're just a manifestation
Of my self-loathing
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"Desert Song"
While I keep on hoping,
You build our love its casket
And if I'm foolish enough to ask after it,
Shield your eyes from this box of pine
And sing me,
Tender, tender,
"Everything, everything
Is gonna be just fine."
Well your love may be warm
But it's a dry, dry heat
And to garner just a drop from it's
A world-renowned feat,
And I'm just your blazing sun's
Canon fodder
But I'm a desert girl
And I dig for my water.
And I wouldn't want it any other way
So if I beg and I pray,
Ignore what I say,
Don't open the door,
I don't want to see it,
It's too fucking late
For an easy exit.
Tie me up with string
And fucking pump me full of lead,
I've got a shotgun for a mouth
And a bullet for a head.
Well maybe it would all be better off If I were just dead...
Ah but God's as cruel as you are
He decides when it's the end.
And I wouldn't want it any other way
So if I beg and I pray,
Ignore what I say,
Don't open the door
I don't want to see it
It's too fucking late
For an easy exit.
It's too fucking late for my heart
It's too fucking late for my heart
It's too fucking late for my heart
It's too fucking late for my heart
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6. |
One Toned Chord
08:52
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"One Toned Chord"
I know,
I've always known
You'll go,
You always go.
I know,
I've always known
You'll go,
You always go.
In unison,
A harmony:
One toned chord
Resonating in me;
Eternal,
Internal
Symphony.
A self-fulfilling prophecy,
Depicted in a tapestry
That hovers like a canopy
And drops and gathers just like tea leaves,
Becomes clear to me in vivid dreams
And rings out pure and sweet
Like an honest song for the bereaved,
Just desperately,
Singing,
"I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
On my own."
My heart grows heavy
While the world gets lighter.
I must go on
Despite her being gone Forever
Forever,
Out of reach.
That brittle bird mortality
Swoops in on a chilling breeze
That sorrowfully gathers speed
And rushes in
Just like lightning.
And I'm surrounded by my memory,
Old sweet enemy
Leaves me haunted, blinded, staggering,
Begging,
"Sing for me
And I'll survive
I'll survive
I'll survive
On my own."
I know,
I've always known
You'll go,
You always go.
I know,
I've always known
You'll go,
You always go.
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"What Kind of Loving"
What's that peaking through the curtains, creeping, staring, looking right at you and me
With that horror in its eyes as if it's seeing something I have yet to see
It's that same damn haunting question
Keeps on coming vividly to me in dreams
I've been avoiding been avoiding it
But now it hits me sharp and clearly
Asking, "On the day the day I die
What kind what kind of loving will I leave behind?"
"On the day the day I die
What kind what kind of loving will I leave behind?"
God knows I've fumbled with my judgment,
put good fortune on the line line here and there
I know I've left some things behind me,
writhing twisting in the heat heat of despair
Though I can coax myself to sleep, convinced it couldn't matter
Who could care
That same damn haunting question keeps breathing down my neck and hang hang hanging in the air
Asking, "On the day the day I die"
What kind what kind of loving will I leave behind?"
"On the day the day I die
What kind what kind of loving will I leave behind?"
Red red red comes flooding flooding in
Drown drown drowning out and clouding my vision
It's the vein thicken, rib sticking, jaw hitting floor
Wanting more, wanting more
It's the pounding at the door
That we all must answer for
It's the things within your reach
It's slick mistress and harsh teacher
It's the slurring of the speech
More than dare to eat a peach
It's to tear in with your teeth and let the juices dribble down your chin
Red red red comes flooding flooding in
Brings you to the floor
Begging for more
Begging for more
And then you see
What it is that you've been standing for
On the day the day I die
What kind what kind of loving will I leave behind?
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8. |
Don't Call
05:48
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"Don't Call"
Don't call
To tell me you're leaving
Don't call
To say that you're gone
A telephone line can't restore peace of mind
Don't call
Don't call
Don't call
To tell me you're done, through, fed up with my shit
Don't call
To tell me the bullet it needs to get bit
You expect me to act rationally but how rational can you expect me to be when you tear me apart and pull me apart in this way
Don't call
Don't call
Knock on my door
Rattle my can
Settle the score
Face to face
Man to man
Man to man
Man to man
Don't call
Don't call
It don't have to be a fight
We don't have to let the battle unfold
But if there has to be a war
The war doesn't need to be cold
Don't run
You know that there's no way to hide from the truth
Don't turn your head away from me
You know that you're just rubbing salt in the wound
Stand up straight
Face the facts
It's not your words
It's your actions
That speak what you're trying to say
Don't call
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9. |
If I Didn't Love You
05:30
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"If I Didn't Love You"
The stars up ahead
And my own bones for my bed
I lift my heart discreetly
And the sky leans down and greets me
Singin,
"If I didn't have to share my light with you
I'd glow brighter than I'm able to"
"If I didn't have to share my light with you
I'd glow brighter than I'm able to"
You slip inside my thoughts again
And fulfill my sick addiction
To seeking disconnection
Though my heart thrashes in objection
Singin, "If I didn't love you it'd be easier"
"If I didn't love you it'd be fine"
"If I didn't love you it'd be easier"
"If I didn't love you it'd be fine"
Darkness may surround me
Strain to stretch its claws around me
But lightness always grounds me
Illuminates, grips, and surrounds me
Singin, "If I didn't love you it'd be easier"
"If I didn't love you it'd be fine"
"If I didn't love you it'd be easier"
"If I didn't love you it'd be fine"
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10. |
Pornography
07:45
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"Pornography"
Well you know I’m complete
I’m complete
I’m complete
I’m completely the same
My skin, my eyes, my heart, and my mind
Still play their games
You know I can still lay
Still lay
Still lay it out on the line
So why bother
Why bother
Why bother
Asking if I’m doing fine?
You think you've got claim
You've got claim
You've got claim
On the truth
But the truth isn’t black, black and white
It’s black, black and blue
I bet you still
Rumble, make hell
When disrupted in your lair
God knows you can’t poke
You can’t poke
You can’t poke an angry bear
Well big bear beware
You never never never never never
Can quite prepare
For how much another person
Can get get get in your hair
Aw let it out,
Go on, complain
Who the hell said a thing about fair?
My word
My word
My word
Used to be good in this town
I know that some past indiscretions have
Run my name to the ground
And have left me chewing tongue
Unable to make make a sound
Ah but look at you all,
All high and mighty,
Call call calling me out
You think you got claim
You got claim
You got claim
On the truth
But the truth isn’t black, black and white
It’s black, black and blue
Just another one
Conspiracisizing
About a woman
How she done you done you wrong
And how you took it like a dog,
How you would’ve stuck it to her
If she could have stuck around a little longer
Longer
Longer
Longer
The full extent
Of her sexual history
And my my my all the minute details
of her body
Little boy little boy where’d you pick pick up
All this hate hate hateful vapidity
Little boy little boy where’d you pick pick up
All this hate hate hateful vapidity
Blame it on too much weed,
Guitar,
Bad company
Self-consciousness
And childishness
And pride, pretension, vanity,
And porn
And porn
And porn
Pornography
You know I'm complete
I'm complete
I'm complete
I'm completely the same
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11. |
Talking and Leaving
06:09
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"Talking and Leaving"
I sit on a folding chair in this motel, look up at the sky
A shiver is chasing its way up, its way up my spine
This desert is cold and it’ll leave you spent and hang you up to dry
It'll hang you up to dry
You've got a mighty subtle way
Of bringing me down
Although you’re a thousand miles away
From this Podunk town
But like a stray dog for his supper, you just keep coming, keep coming around
You keep coming around
I’d like to say that I’ve taken the space to reflect
On the time we’ve been apart
And how it’s been spent
But you know me,
I won’t let myself breath
Long enough to
Hear my own breathe
That old Boy Scout saying keeps winding its way through my mind
"To take only memories and leave only footsteps behind"
But honey you weigh my pockets down,
Drag my feet,
To take in a memory of you
Leaves me weak and with a
Sharp pain in my side
How did it all get so mutually
Unkind?
I lay in my bed let the clock taunt me out of my sleep
Time is like water in this town it may stick stick around but its quality simply won’t keep
Time is like water
But love is like mud
It’s a habit that hardens
And cakes in the sun
Comes off in flakes
One
By
One
One
By
One
One
By
One
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