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we are the dead
04:52
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something kind of hit me today
i looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way
people will hold us to blame
it hit me today, it hit me today
we're taking it hard all the time
why don't we pass it by?
just reply, you've changed your mind
we're fighting with the eyes of the blind
taking it hard, taking it hard
yet now
we feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly
they tell me "Son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far"
for we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin
for you're dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy
you're just an ally of the leecher
locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck-me pumps
and your nimble dress that trails
oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails
because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
we are the dead
one thing kind of touched me today
i looked at you and counted all the times we had laid
pressing our love through the night
knowing it's right, knowing it's right
now I'm hoping some one will care
living on the breath of a hope to be shared
trusting on the sons of our love
that someone will care, someone will care
but now
we're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double feature
Heaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hell
it's a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell
and the streets are full of press men
bent on getting hung and buried
and the legendary curtains are drawn 'round Baby Bankrupt
who sucks you while you're sleeping
it's the theater of financiers
count them, fifty 'round a table
white and dressed to kill
oh caress yourself, my juicy
for my hands have all but withered
oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs
because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
we are the dead
we are the dead
we are the dead
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2. |
drive-in saturday
04:39
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let me put my arms around your head
(dom do ah) gee, it's hot, let's go to bed
don't forget to turn out the light
don't laugh babe, it'll be alright
(dom do ah) pour me out another phone
(dom do ah) i'll ring and see if your friends are home
perhaps the strange ones in the dome
can lend us a book we can read up alone
and try to get it on like once before
when people stared in jagger's eyes and scored
like the video films we saw
his name was always buddy (got got do ah aah aah)
and he'd shrug and ask to stay
she'd sigh like twig the wonder kid (got got do ah)
and turn her face away
she's uncertain if she likes him (got got do ah aah aah)
but she knows she really loves him
it's a crash course for the ravers (got got do ah)
it's a drive-in saturday
jung the foreman prayed at work (dom do ah)
neither hands nor limbs would burst
it's hard enough to keep formation with this fall out saturation
cursing at the astronette
(dom do ah) who stands in steel by his cabinet
he's crashing out with sylvian
the bureau supply for aging men
with snorting head he gazes to the shore
once had raised a sea that raged no more
like the video films we saw
his name was always buddy (got got do ah aah aah)
and he'd shrug and ask to stay
she'd sigh like twig the wonder kid (got got do ah)
and turn her face away
she's uncertain if she likes him (got got do ah aah aah)
but she knows she really loves him
it's a crash course for the ravers (got got do ah)
it's a drive-in saturday
his name was always buddy (got got do ah aah aah)
and he'd shrug and ask to stay
she'd sigh like twig the wonder kid (got got do ah)
and turn her face away
she's uncertain if she likes him (got got do ah aah aah)
but she knows she really loves him
it's a crash course for the ravers (got got do ah)
it's a drive-in Saturday, yeah, yeah
it's a, it's a, it's a drive in saturday (It's a drive-in Saturday)
it's a, it's a, it's a, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir,
yes sir
iIt's a drive-in saturday) dom do do do, dom do do do
(It's a drive-in saturday) dom do do da, dom do do da
(It's a drive-in saturday) yes sir
(It's a drive-in saturday)
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3. |
who can i be now?
04:53
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everybody’s raised in blindness
everbody knows it’s true
everybody feels that everything is real
anybody’s point of view
nobody can break their bondage
everyone can feel their chains
but even in my life I knew you found your sight
and nothing would be quite the same
please help me
who can i be now?
you found me, oooo
can i be held apart?
you found me, now can i be?
now you found me, now can i be real?
can i be real?
(somebody real)
if it’s all a vast creation
putting on a face that’s new
someone has to see
a role for him and me
someone might as well be you
up in heaven, any angel
writes a special game to play
oh, could we, could we make a start
to snatch their angels part?
a major role for everyday
please help me
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4. |
sons of the silent age
03:21
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sons of the silent age
stand on platforms blank looks and note books
sit in back rows of city limits
lay in bed coming and going on easy terms
sons of the silent age
pace their rooms like a cell's dimensions
rise for a year or two then make war
search through their one inch thoughts
then decide it couldn't be done
baby, I'll never let you go
all I see is all I know
let's find another way down (sons of sound and sons of sound)
baby, baby, I'll never let you down
i can't stand another sound
let's take another way in (sons of sound and sons of sound)
sons of the silent age
listen to tracks by sam therapy and king dice
sons of the silent age
pick up in bars and cry only once
sons of the silent age
make love only once but dream and dream
they don't walk, they just glide in and out of life
they never die, they just go to sleep one day
baby, I won't ever let you go
all I see is all I know
let's take another way down (sons of sound and sons of sound)
oh baby, baby, baby, i won't ever let you down
i can't stand another sound
let's find another way in (sons of sound and sons of sound)
baby, baby, baby, find another way
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