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Performance Art
02:22
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This here’s a tale of starcrossed lovers, falling from the sky.
Most people tend to run for cover, but they pray to understand why.
Couldn’t quite figure out what it was
that set him off, baby doll.
You wanna go storm thru the hall.
And after that we could get brunch.
He don’t really love you that much,
hearing his lectures droning on and on.
And your bodies never touch
unless your wrists are in the cuffs.
Going out on the town the other night,
holding hands with looser grips.
Between you somethings not right.
Another page out the book you gotta rip.
Rip it out baby. Another piece of your heart.
Rip it out baby. Call it performance art.
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2. |
Lonely Lady
02:08
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Lonely lady love me.
Put no one above me.
Hold me in your arms.
Thrill me with your charms.
Lonely lady trust me.
Is it real? It must be.
Walk however far,
smear myself in tar.
I only wanted to know,
how far would I have to go?
for you to notice my face
If i could feel your embrace….
I’m begging on bended knee,
prayed all my rosary beads.
I’d lay it all down for you.
Lonely lady lay down.
Tell me what to do now.
I’m at your command.
Please call me your man, or just your guy.
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3. |
Dagger
02:18
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My baby try to talk me down when i’m misbehaving.
I take the car and drive downtown my mind is racing.
I don’t wanna have to use the dagger but I won’t hesitate to.
Soon you’ll believe I call the shots when you’re bleeding straight thru.
You won’t believe what I could do to your soft encasing.
Dotted lines inside my head I keep retracing.
It’s all coming back to me pick the lock and sneak down the hallway.
It’s all coming back to me no one heard you scream thru the pillow.
It’s all coming back to me pull the curtains jump out the window.
It’s all coming back to me again, visions of a sin.
But i don’t think you know at all
who was right and who was wrong.
I just don’t remember all.
Maybe this will help you see
all the hurt you caused to me.
And we’ll go down in history.
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4. |
Sorry What
02:34
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Sorry what? What, sorry?
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5. |
God, Yom Kippur
02:57
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I don't believe in God because I don't believe in me.
Maybe I'll pick myself back up, but it'll be awhile.
It'll be awhile.
It'll be when I wake up.
I'm holding onto hope because hope's holding onto me.
Maybe we'll let each other go, but it'll be awhile.
It'll be awhile.
It'll be when I wake up.
We got Yom Kippur coming up,
you're the only one I'm thinking of.
We got Yom Kippur coming up,
you're the only one I'm thinking of.
I hope you have an easy fast.
I'm praying that our love will last.
Shalom Shabbat, you are so hot.
Shabbat Shalom baby, I think you know.
We got Yom Kippur coming up,
you're the only one I'm thinking of.
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6. |
Sin, Yoko Ono
04:39
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I just wanna be alone with my pen,
I don’t wanna talk about how it will end.
Existentialism, my friend. Ten seconds seep in my skin.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine and ten.
You never notice me. I’m waiting patiently
but i’m so lost and confused my love,
ain’t nothing that you wanna do.
I sit up here a lot waiting for answers.
But nothing ever comes across my plate,
I’m wasting all my time with you.
Yoko ono.
Dark don’t have a reason,
light don’t need a rhyme.
I seem to have misplaced
every little thing that’s mine.
Pull them up to your knees.
Knuckle down.
You don’t want to believe but
trust yourself to be alone.
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7. |
Interlude 29
00:59
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Glad i did my best, talking to the wall. Put you to the test, one more game to call.
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8. |
Unfolding
04:22
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Twisted and tragic, spreading your ashes, turn into dust with time.
Simple yet classic, boyfriend so passive, saving up all his dimes.
Nails every facet of social life as in- keeps company with mimes.
All he really wants to know is…do you get it on the side?
Dudes fly in from every angle, will you take them for a ride?
Truthfully he knows a better place to go inside his mind.
Used to live among crustaceans, ones you’d never hope to find.
Says it’s time he gets going. Off the bridge he takes a dive.
Says he never meant to hurt you, writes he just a jealous guy.
Guy, guy, guy.
Sit down, don’t pout. Act foul, let out.
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9. |
Sugarfree
01:53
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Is it the gravy or the sugarfree jam?
I’m done, I’m not your man.
You said “somethings on your mind” last week.
It brought me to my knees, sobbing for answers.
I wanna know what would you say if one day outta the blue I slipped away.
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Willy Steg Austin, Texas
anything but soft
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