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05.06.2006 |
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3. | The First Incident |
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6. | The Second Incident |
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10. | The Final Incident |
* | Snake (on 2007 re-release) |
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What's the blues when you've got the greys?
I've think I've given up
My body's giving in
In a building, a light spill
And then I turn back over again, me
In a building that has heating
Sweat sweat sweat sweat sweat
Drying onstage
I'm sick of feelings
Sneaking up
Throwing off
And you sit in my stomach
And you seem to be stuck
And it won't let me explain
Hera are my guts
You can just throw them away
I woke up this afternoon
Found meaning today
That the world might be
A more colorful place
You know what?
It's still just grey
Come back here
What's the blues when you've got the greys?
Much less productive
And hardship and pain
In a building, a light spill
Just before I turn over again, me
In a building that has heating
Sweat sweat sweat sweat
Drying onstage
I'm sick of feelings
Sneaking up
Throwing off
And you sit in my stomach
And you seem to be stuck
And it won't let me explain
Here are my guts
You can just throw them away
I woke up this afternoon
Found meaning today
That the world might be
A more colorful place
You know what?
It's still just grey
Oh
What's the blues when you
When you've got the greys?
I don't have much of a story to say
I'm just sitting around
With a knife and a voice today
If I do anything at all
It would be to get up
And avoid conversation
And human contact
You can't touch the world
If you can't even feel pain
You should come back here
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Music now, music now.
Music now is quite amazing
Musicians unite against the
Enemy wrting is age of making Someone look dumb is not.
So if this song falls on deaf ears I'll lip sync it so you can hear.
I can hum for days and weeks and years
I won't shout, nor will I scream
Music now, music now.
Will I scream.
Ohh ohh ohhh.
Ohh ohh ohhh.
So love me London, love me
But don't love me I don't mind
You can take it or leave
And you'll ignore us by kissing us on both cheeks
So I know how you work
I'll blush you red and you
Cause I'll never be back
I do not hate this
I only hate the
Cling on them, give it up.
You are all wasting your time here.
You've got no right to waste mine as well my dear.
Make your music.
Make it so loud, so trite.
Make your music.
Make your music that will become my life
I make music now.
Make music now.
Make music now.
Just make music now.
This is, oh this is, this is music now.
This is, this is, this is music now.
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Love infectious wind we breathe.
Fills up the portal that lust leaves.
He yawns.
She yawns as well.
She yawns because she's bored.
He yawns because he can't sleep anymore.
They go out, fill their mouths with drink and food so they don't have to speak.
And in between courses they're gasping for air, so they yawn and look at their feet.
She yawns.
He yawns as well.
She yawns because she's bored.
He yawns because he can't sleep anymore.
She yawns
And he yawns as well.
He yawns because he's tired
The girl that he slept with sleeps too soon at night.
When she yawns she tells the truth
That the boy she adores is just a man she's contracted to.
And what of you and me
Admit that you're bored
You're bored of electricity
I've had enough of love,
It just ends with two yawns in unison.
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oh this is what we need
a line in the sand
I would cross to here
before the tide comes in
and you should be less rude
you don't know what it might do for you
I'd be less rude to you
we might just get along, too
you sit on your high horse
and you spout your high horse shite
I'm afraid you've been misled
your high horse, [???]
oh you should be less rude
you don't know what it might do for you
I'd be less rude to you
we might just get along too
I'll take that back now take that back
you should take that back, back, back
oh and you should be less rude
you don't know what it might do for you
I'd be less rude to you
we might just get along, too
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I think about light, I think about lifting
That bit of your mind, it's making you ill.
I know it's not quite the custom in this country
But if you never try then you'll never know, no you won't.
(?) a pint somewhere on your forearm
Bleed the vein dry, fill up your bowl.
Head out in a herse, set up like a circus
so it's sinister at first, but there's dancing girls
It's just me and my brother getting blood on the street tonight
We are not messiahs, ours is not the blood of christ
Don't think for a second what you want might never, might never arrive.
So, so, don't be scared, don't be too shy, to give out your good light.
Oh, drive round town in your audi, yeah, spilling your guts love.
and you know (?) you wanted in the first place
Might just come your way in a shape you could not expect.
It's just me and my brother getting blood on the street tonight
We are not messiahs, ours is not the blood of christ
Don't think for a second what you want might never arrive.
It's just me and my brother getting blood on the streets
go go girls in the back seat
yeah we're drinking neat
We're thirsty like a murderer who's just been released
You should paint things red when you're this close to death
It's running in your veins and there's people in need.
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Okay stop.
Okay start.
And please me, I don't care how.
Stop me and please me now,
Oh, with your mouth.
Big bad ate in a prison room.
He's just itching to telephone you,
Oh, with his mouth.
Behave, behave.
I don't know quite how to behave.
Patience, patience.
Leaves me with a cross to bear
Leaves me, I don't know where.
Then it leaves me out.
Distance, distance.
Oh, leaves me, I'm ashamed to say.
I make a mess on the stage with my mouth.
Behave, behave!
I don't know quite how to behave.
Behave!
I don't have a clue how to behave when I'm around you.
Behave around you.
Behave around you!
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My good big deeds I'd say are more like plans than concrete
By day we'll colonise, by night we'll bring peace
Keep all your hopes to compile a crooner's woes
Work out how to, how to complete these
You should peel those eyes cos it's important that they see
My hopeful smile
And then you stop our fear
Something I like about this year
Square nine is here
So calm, stay calm, right there
Behind your ribs and grab my hand
Stages are just stages for us to pass
You should peel those ears cos it's important that they hear
My hopeful words
And stop our fear
Is something I like about this year
Square Nine is here, is here
It'll be like square one, where we fell in love
Forget about square two, there was no 'me and you'
Just like square one, where we fell in love, under the tree
Forget about square three, oh that wasn't me
Like square one, where we fell in love
Forget about square five, I was only half-alive
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Me and Snake
Talk about you
Everyday
I can't wait to
See your face
And he tells me he feels
The same
We lie awake
We're tired but we can't
Get to sleep
I'm tired cause I've scraped
Through the day
He's tired because he's
Been out late again
And there he lies
Staring up with his
Bigot eyes
He whispers to me
‘Aren't you tired of,
Tired of missing
Heat?'
I'll wait with Snake
His softest side is not as soft as you
I love that Snake
I love you more - he's no substitute
I'll wait, I'll wait with you too
Yesterday
Snake told me bout the
Time when we
Came to meet you
Off the plane we
All drove home in
Wheels
He was proud and
Awfully glad that I
Took him out
I said ‘How does
New York sound?'
He said ‘It
Sounds quite loud'
So pack your pipes,
Pack your chapstick
And your tights
Won't you four go
Out at night
And come and visit
Me?
We'll take your camera
And go to the zoo
And take pictures of other
Snakes with you
And hope one
Turn out to be
Cute
I'll wait with Snake
His softest side is not as soft as you
I love that Snake
I love you more - he's no substitute
I'll wait, I'll wait with you too
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