1. |
Bones and Feathers
03:36
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Bones and feathers
buried in the mud
Making fossils
diamonds and dust
Everything seems so valuable now
Everything seems important
Bones and feathers
buried in the mud
Boxes with bows
and birthday cards
Brand new paint
and tarnished silver:
everything seems important.
Work real hard and you'll get somewhere
'cuz the world's as round as the world is fair
One day we'll all be standing there
on a pile of bones and feathers
Keep your memories
close to your chest
They're all you got,
they ain't the worst or best
But they're one of a kind, and don't they remind you:
everything's damned important.
So don't forget your passport when you go
You're gonna need some ID to show
that you're still who you said you always were:
a pile of important bones
Coins and bodies,
mistakes and lies
Roots and rot
and god knows what
And every little other thing the ground has got
Everything's damned important
Work real hard and you'll get somewhere
'cuz the world's as round as the world is fair
One day we'll all be dancing there
on a pile of bones and feathers
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2. |
Intellectual Breakfast
03:11
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Eat your intellectual breakfast
Devour your difficult salad
Hungry girl
No half-thought easy-bake sustenance
could make it's way past your two lips
and what comes out?
No disciplined dreamer lying in bed
could be more careful what goes in her head
Nothing simple
Nothing fun
Eat your intellectual breakfast
Devour your difficult salad
Hungry girl
Because you're right
And I agree
Nothing's simple
Nothing's fun
With a regimen so strict so pure,
no one around can get one word past your
monologue
With an IQ so sharp and strong
no one in your neighborhood can last very long
Nothing simple
Nothing fun
Not my stupid friends
Not my trashy food
Not my childish lovers
None of them is good enough
for the lips of a
Hungry girl
Because you're right
And I agree
Nothing's simple
Nothing's fun
Nothing's simple
Nothing's fun
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3. |
When Is This, and Who
01:44
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When is this going to hurt
When is this finally
When is this finally going
going to hurt
I've got an itch and sometimes an itch
an itch is enough to carry me through
And I've got an inkling but not quite enough
an inkling of who I am after you
When is this going to hurt
When is this finally
When is this finally going
going to hurt
When I meet you again,
and I'll never
And we're angry
but what does that matter
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4. |
Pain Killers
04:28
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Little cymbals
click and stutter
like a printer
mass-producing
two-tone copies
of a letter
of condolence
addressed to you
Little killers
scratch your eardrums
with a story
you already
know about how
there's a one then
there's a rest then
comes a two
Alcoholics
need their needing
Patriots -
they need a home.
Little killers
know we're in this
all together
all alone
Little heartbeats
on the t.v.
Dirty slogans
on the cell phone
have the rhythm
of an i.v.
dripping in a
cancer ward
Little killers
rub your temple
with a tempo
that's disarming
We're connected
to the tempo
by a thin white
electric cord
Hungry people
need their empty
Every rebel
just needs a stone
Little killers
know we're in this
all together
all alone
Every movie
needs a hero
Don't you wanna
make a movie
You're my hero
I'm the problem
one of us must
overcome
Don't you wanna
make a movie
Don't you want a
happy ending
Don't you want to
know where all the
little killers
have come from
Is it still 2001
None of these headaches
have gone
Is it still 2001
Write yourself a
little story
Sing yourself a
helpless drone
Little killers
know we're in this
all together
all alone
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5. |
Blue Cities
03:36
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The cities I lived in
The cities I missed,
I know them from the walls
up to the roofs
Some people get rid of
their friends and their home
So what about Houston,
Beograd and Rome?
Well, if there's no traces of us
left on that asphalt and steel
That suits us just fine
We'll come to the ends of the earth,
We'll build a new house
And our names will be carved into-pine
All the lights of the city
Don't stay on forever
They'll turn off sooner or later
and what will we do
From the walls up to the roofs
Our city keeps growing
And the dawn it keeps coming
and everything gets old
and everything gets new
People get rid of their friends
They sometimes get rid of their home
That suits us just fine
We'll come to the ends of the earth
and build a new home
And those cities
they don't have a name,
those blue cities of yours and mine
those blue cities of yours and mine
those blue cities of yours and mine
All the lights of the city
Don't stay on forever
They'll turn off sooner or later
and what will we do
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Merel & Tony Houston, Texas
Merel & Tony are from the Netherlands and Texas, respectively.
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