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Betty You're Alone
03:32
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Betty, do you really think you‘ll meet someone?
Let me tell you that it can‘t be done and it won‘t!
Or Melinda, do you really believe in yourself?
Let me tell you there is no one else who does!
[Chorus]
Nobody will be there for you my dear!
You might think there are a lotta good people ‘round here...
They‘ll all disappear!
Hey Johanna, are you tired of feeling blamed
For everything that you have done and said?
Well good luck with that!
Angelina, has it not ever occurred to you
That your actions, yeah, those things you do
Have consequences?
[Chorus]
Nobody will be there for you my dear!
Everyone who isn‘t gone already will disappear!
I guess that’s hard to hear!
Mona, do you still like being yourself?
I‘d say you should try being someone else!
It would solve many problems!
Or Hazel, do you picture yourself a righteous girl?
Do you still think you might change the world?
Well the world doesn‘t care!
[Chorus]
Nobody will be there for you my dear!
Everyone will bear a child or at least plant a tree!
You‘re not one of these
Sweet honey, see even I cannot recall your name!
Sadly, there is no one else to blame but you
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Oo-lalala oo-lalala oo-lalala oo-lalalalala
Oo-lalala oo-lalala oo-lalala oo-lalalalala
[Chorus]
Baby I was born to love you, baby I was made for you
Baby I was made to keep you, tell me where you wanna go
In between postmodern battles searching happiness in gloom
Baby I was made to keep you tell me where you wanna go
She’s a Kung-Fu fighter, Siamese tiger
In my mind and she keeps me hanging on
To a southern moonlight and another song
[Chorus]
Baby I was born to love you, baby I was made for you
Baby I was made to keep you, tell me where you wanna go
In between postmodern battles searching happiness in gloom
Baby I was made to keep you tell me where you wanna go
[Bridge]
She`s the queen of the Moroccan mountains
The Goddess of the swollen moon
Hallelujah to her mermaid fountains
Hallelujah to her mirrored room, yeah
[Chorus]
Baby I was born to love you, baby I was made for you
Baby I was made to keep you, tell me where you wanna go
In between postmodern battles searching happiness in gloom
Baby I was made to keep you tell me where you wanna go
Oo-lalala oo-lalala oo-lalala oo-lalalalala
Oo-lalala oo-lalala oo-lalala oo-lalalalala...
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3. |
Communist Consumption
03:54
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The dead eyes, the red teeth, the blood-shot, the sea breeze, the light
the car crash, the fickle, the morning, the trickle, the bribe
the hard luck, the sailor, the sweet love, the railroad, the cries
I see them in your eyes
Communist consumption and the seize of the light
naked women dancing ‘round the fi re in the night
the boredom is magic the sorrow divine
the moon is a token and hell is align
we ride on the coastline, but we couldn‘t care
that the sunlight is defunct, but the moon is a-flare
the moon is a-fl are, the moon is a-fl are, the moon is a-fl are, the moo-oo-oon
The blue shoes, the ocean, the knee-deep devotion, surprise
the sunlight, the sunray, the ballroom, the ballet, the wife
I see them in your eyes
Communist consumption and the seize of the light
naked women dancing ‘round the fire in the night
the boredom is magic, the sorrow divine
the moon is a token and hell is align
we ride on the coastline, but we couldn’t care
that the sunlight is defunct, but the moon is a-fl are
the moon is a-fl are, the moon is a-fl are, the moon is a-fl are, the moo-oo-oon
The moon (yeah), the moon (yeah), the moon (yeah), the moo-oo-oon
the moon (yeah), the moon
Communist consumption and the seize of the light
naked women dancing ‘round the fire in the night
the boredom is magic, the sorrow divine
the moon is a token and hell is align
we ride on the coastline, but we couldn’t care
that the sunlight is defunct, but the moon is a-flare
the moon is a-fl are, the moon is a-fl are, the moon is a-fl are, the moo-oo-oon
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4. |
Shine On
02:58
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Shine on, shine on
Rest your head inside your phone
Shine on, shine on
I don‘t
Shine on, shine on
Spend your money put your makeup on
Tell your friends you get along
Shine on
Hey, you oughta be resting your head on your pillowcase
Make me a mess with a single phrase
Or a simple song
Shine on
Shine on, shine on
Put your fingers where I don‘t belong
Shine on, shine on
No, I don‘t
Hey, you oughta be resting your head on your pillowcase
Make me a mess with a single phrase or a simple song
Shine on
Hey, you oughta be searching the light in a dating room
Make me your bride make these men your groom here‘s a simple tune,
shine on
Shine on shine on
When you love someone, you can’t go wrong
When you love someone, it won’t be long
Shine on
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5. |
Luci #2
03:12
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Face lift in a sci-fi pipe
Pale lips on a halo ride
Rave girl and the bum in rags
Mellow how they made it last!
Luci’s telling me where I should go
She says I must leave but I don’t wanna go home
Rest my body ‘neath her raging waves
My conscience is sick I don’t wanna but I gotta behave
Kick me I am way too shy
Trick me I am way too sly
Lick me I am way too dry
Sick me I’m the ocean’s tide
Luci’s telling me where I should go
She says I must leave but I don’t wanna go home
Rest my body ‘neath her raging waves
My conscience is sick I don’t wanna but I gotta behave
Shake it come take it I hope that I don’t break it
Shake it come take it I hope that I don’t, I don’t
Shake it come take it I hope that I don’t break
You’re my pearly gate vixen
Luci shimmers like the diamond sky
I’m in the cold, but I’m not ready to die
Rest my body in her rising tide
Shatter the earth I am ready to fly
She keeps telling me where I should go
She says I must leave but I don’t wanna sleep alone
Rest my body ‘neath her raging waves
My conscience is sick I don’t wanna but I gotta behave
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6. |
Harvest on a Sunday
02:55
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I was in Portugal every day of your trip
I was the cigarettes burning away on your lips
I was the ferry blowing its horns in the mist
I was the handsome bullfighter blowing that kiss
I was the equity needed for your loan of bliss
I was the salt in the sea that you couldn’t resist
I was the congressman who stopped the pass of the bill
I was the mosquito causing you to be ill
Now here I am to harvest you on a Sunday
In a song
Send me a letter now send me a letter my love
You might have guessed it I am the carrier dove
Swing by the ocean, swing with me, swing with me
Swing with me, swing with me, swing with me
Now here I am to harvest you on a Sunday
In a song
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7. |
Treetop Monastery
03:22
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Treetop monastery and the fire of light
perpetuum mobile of desire at night
Melinda is she gonna tell me: “I am alright.”?
Dirty streets walking like a feminine host
my love is adjacent, I am chasing her ghost
I’m the king of the island, the man on the moon
if right now I’m not on fi re, I’m gonna be soon
Then I gotta be strong, I gotta be brave,
gotta belong, I gotta behave
Then the beehive is buzzing busting me into my grave
I’m wrapped up in a rocket I think I can’t keep the pace
Let me tell you that I love you if that’s all I’m allowed to do
Let me give you all the sweet talk that looks so good on you
Treetop monastery, mist on the grass
I can see the green hills, the city of glass
I’m the king of the canvas, the man on the moon
if right now I’m not on fire, I’m gonna be soon
Then I gotta be strong, I gotta be brave,
gotta belong, I gotta behave
then the beehive is buzzing busting me into my grave
I’m wrapped up in a rocket I think I can’t keep the pace
Let me tell you that I love you if that’s all I’m allowed to do
Let me give you all the sweet talk that looks so good on you
Let me give you all the sweet talk that looks so good on you
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8. |
Same Sex Marriage
03:46
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Hey girl I love you, I tell you right away
Cause I’m a real man, yeah
I’m well equipped, yeah, all the right emotions
Are on your way, yeah
I’m a-getting bored and I’m crazy about you
All the red hair and the devilish things you do
I’m crazy ‘bout you
I’m a-getting tired of the restless waiting
Hanging around all night in a same sex marriage
Digging a white horse carriage
And I’m crazy ‘bout you
Hey girl watch out, I’m coming to town and it’s the real deal, yeah
I’ve got sweet sweet baggage, mostly the horse track racing
And I’m largely unemployed baby, yeah
I’m a-getting bored and I’m crazy about you
All the red hair and the devilish things you do
I’m crazy ‘bout you
I’m a-getting tired of the restless waiting
Hanging around all night in a same sex marriage
Digging a white horse carriage
And I‘m crazy ‘bout you
I’m thinking ‘bout the future, it might destroy the suture
That just fixed my head
The longer I keep waiting, the more I’m surrogating
What I loved best
Who loves me the most?
Whose love is getting close, if not yours?
I’m a-getting bored and I’m crazy about you
All the red hair and the devilish thing you do
I’m crazy ‘bout...
I’m a-getting bored and I’m crazy about you
All the red hair and the devilish things you do
I’m crazy ‘bout you
I’m a-getting tired of the restless waiting
Hanging around all night in a same sex marriage
Digging my white man’s privilege
And I’m crazy ‘bout you
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9. |
Mellow My Mind
03:27
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Shoo, shoo-shoo...
Mellow my mind baby, it‘s plain to see
I‘m the goddam shooting star in your atmosphere
soon I‘ll be ashes fi re and steam
mellow my mind, babe at least look at me
Shoo, shoo-shoo...
Mellow my mind, don‘t you hear the alarm
I don’t see no fi re but outside’s a vicious snowstorm
and that siren‘s so bloody loud so I can‘t get my coat
mellow my mind, babe, from that psychic overload
Shoo, shoo-shoo...
Mellow my mind babe I can‘t wrap my head
‘round how we got here so quickly from the place that we‘ve met
I‘d like to go swimming or sit by the tree
mellow my mind, baby come home to me
Shoo, shoo-shoo...
Cause you‘ve been gone so quickly
and I didn‘t understand the whys
You left a mess in my underpants
now I’m calling you names that I don‘t like
baby mellow my mind
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10. |
Myxtape of Love
03:43
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Oh, we gotta stay strong, we gotta go on
gentrify the part of us that wants to have fun
make a fool of ourselves in order to help
order an order to flirt with our death
a mixtape of love a handful of god
you are mine in a complex of thoughts
oh-ohohoh
I only talk in Spanish with my mates
the language that solely consists of words like true love and hate
Terrific dancers scatter the streets
muscular men chat up bullfighting ladies with pompadour cheeks
and that is all that I‘ll ever need
Oh, we gotta stay strong, we gotta go on
gentrify the part of us that wants to have fun
make a fool of ourselves in order to help
order an order to flirt with our death
a mixtape of love a handful of god
you are mine in a complex of thoughts
oh-ohohoh
Camino Camaro come up on your feet
rise from the hot innuendo of Hemingway dreams
the damage already disguised its seeds
let’s leave for the party, eat ocean fish, make love to the beast
and that is all that we’ll ever need
Oh, we gotta stay strong we gotta go on
gentrify the part of us that wants to have fun
make a fool of ourselves in order to help
order an order to flirt with our death
A mixtape of love a handful of god
you are mine in a complex of thoughts
oh-ohohoh
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