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Color TV
02:59
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In the Fall you read
All your professor’s favorite novels
And it became a problem
You and your pseudo-intellectual friends
In the bar you said
Everything you love will come to hate you
And thing you hate will come to kill you
Well baby brooklyn isn’t just some pretty word
Who you taking home?
Who you taking home?
Who you taking home if it’s not me
So let’s go back to my old street
Where your face can glow by my color TV
I got a ford out in front
It don’t run but wouldn’t it be fun if it did
In the car you said
Everything you fear will come to own you
Everything you own will come to leave you
Well Lulamay it ain’t just some pretty name
Drinking all alone
Drinking all alone
Drinking all alone and not with me
So let’s go back to my old street
Where your face can glow by my color TV
I got a ford out in front
It don’t run but wouldn’t it be fun if it did
And the light, was dim but I could see
All the fog hanging over you and me
As your fingers play chopsticks on the keys
Yeah the light was dim but I could see
So let’s go back to my old street
Where your face can glow by my color TV
I got a ford out in front
It don’t run but wouldn’t it be fun if it did
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2. |
Tri-State Kids
02:45
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This is your house, I’ll leave you two alone
Free to bad mouth in cruel and quiet tones
Enclosed in four walls, and you can call it your home
Your lover, she sleeps in increments
Cause you can’t bother with sentimental shit
Don’t let her find out that you’re afraid to commit
Tattoos on your ribs
Juke box bullied by the Tristate kids cause
We won’t grow up
Until you make us
Queens is not so bad this time of year,
but they’ll build a complex that blocks that sun from here
Keep it quiet, or else the neighbors will hear
Tattoos on your ribs
Juke box bullied by the Tristate kids cause
We won’t grow up
Until you make us
It’s a long ride on the M train
Plenty of time to check my head for grays
And you’ve got a patience
That puts mine to shame
Tattoos on your ribs
Juke box bullied by the Tristate kids cause
We won’t grow up
Until you make us
Until you make us
Until you make us
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3. |
East Of Eden
03:03
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Let's take a ride out to Saint Margaret's Shrine and try to get things right in our minds
Let's take a ride out to Saint Margaret's Shrine and try to get things right in our minds
Sometimes I think, I think of leaving, somewhere east of Eden would be fine
So where do you go when you don't know which way is home?
Dead, in debt til I'm dead, a weigh on my head that won't let go
You can get there
It don't mean you can get back
These one way streets have a jarring effect
It's not your concern
Ignore all of my words
If no one moves then nobody gets hurt
So where do you go when you don't know which way is home?
Dead, in debt til I'm dead, a weigh on my head that won't let go
OooOooOoo
Oh Saint Margaret what do you have to say?
If I don't look down I just might be okay
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4. |
Save The Date
02:47
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Champagne flutes and lined white lace
Etched out and cross-stitched in your new name
He’s got a tie and a lazy eye
New place at the top of bed stuy
Filled with toasters and monogrammed towels
Guessing games
Addressing names on envelopes
He said he loved her and she said the same
but forever leaves a bad taste
We’ve got two hundred enemies
They’re the miles that sit between you and mean
And you fear, your wasting your time
These fears they race through your mind
Guessing games
Addressing names on envelopes
If you said you loved me, I’d say “you’re insane”
Cause forever leaves a bad taste
We’ll hold hands for hours
You bought me, real flowers
But I’ve got fake heartbreak
Yeah, forever makes my teeth ache
Guessing games
Addressing names on envelopes
If you said you loved me, I’d say “you’re insane”
Cause forever leaves a bad taste
Forever makes my teeth ache
Leaves no room for mistakes
He said he loved her and she said the same
But forever leaves a bad taste
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5. |
Asbury
02:37
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Thought my best days were behind me
Never guessed they'd be ahead
Always wishing I could find something make believe or dead
I owed more than I was worth
As those debt collectors called
And I held on to that emptiness and my emptiness was gone
So when our phones ring
They want the same thing
But oh it just ain't there
For the first time I don't care
I don't care
Made some coffee in the morning
And walked out to the sand
Through the ghosts and fortune tellers, right through the promised land
When we were young
We spent what we were without
But now I can't see a future in this town without no doubts
So when our phones ring
They want the same thing
But oh it just ain't there
For the first time I don't care
I don't
Ooo Ooo Oh
So when our phones ring
They want the same thing
But oh it just ain't there
For the first time I don't care
I don't care
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