1. |
Melissa's Sofa
02:08
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Melissa's sofa is hung up on the wall.
Your choice in the matter doesn't factor.
Moving slowly, from one room to the next,
it's feet getting hung up in the hall.
Now that it's summer and she's moving out of town,
she found it a new home in the paper.
All Melissa's belongings are in the yard
but the sofa has gone away.
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2. |
Chicken Shuffle
02:41
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instrumental
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3. |
Please Come Home
02:05
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I work all the time, you work all the time.
I don't know why.
I gotta survive.
I don't know why I gotta survive.
Driving down my block,
I don't even wanna stop,
'cos I don't need it.
So Johnny won't you please come home?
Kitty won't you please come home?
Oh baby, won't you please come home to me?
It's not the same without you around.
I thought I was so clever, but my pan is full of fool's gold.
What a shame. I built a shelf for it.
A little stinking underserving shelf for it.
So I put it in a hole in the ground,
because I never thought you'd come around again to see it.
I miss you coming around.
So Johnny won't you please come home?
Kitty won't you please come home?
Oh baby, won't you please come home to me?
It's not the same without you around.
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4. |
Stoned Again
01:35
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Stoned again inside a house-oh no!
Frequented by ways to get around.
A list was made but only halfway through.
I get by, I get by-I do.
The walls are pale, the ground is soaked right through.
A machine in the basement fights the mold and casts a hue
across the floor, and I am sure,
it's only up to you.
We stand in light now,
but one finger on the trigger pulls the rug and turns it out.
But just one word,
spoke from the source,
lifts a veil to show all the treasure hid by dust.
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5. |
VIOLA DRONE
04:06
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instrumental
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6. |
Roller Skating
01:15
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Looking good, being graceful,
on the edge of a roller skating rink.
Soft and pink like a baby.
Every turn, a new circle.
I wish that the DJ would get it together.
Turn the lights down a little lower.
I like the jam skate, you go a little slower,
and even the good ones fall down on the floor.
I don't care what songs the Disc Jockey plays!
Every turn, every circle that you make,
and all the tracks that you leave on the floor ...
spinning around until you can't breathe anymore.
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7. |
Blank Space Man
02:32
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I'm in heaven in a parking lot today.
I pull in and then the world outside melts away.
I see a man and there's a blank face where there should be a man.
I wish I could know what's in your head, man.
Words coming out of both sides of your mouth, a perfect politician.
I just can't stand that you're so bland, you're a blank space, man.
Blank Space Man, look at his eyes-nothing's there.
If you follow him around he goes nowhere.
Walks an empty circle around the town,
he'll put you down just to get a leg up on you.
I wish I could know what's in your head, man.
Words coming out of both sides of your mouth, a perfect politician.
I just can't stand that you're so bland, you're a blank space, man.
He's a Blank Space Man.
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8. |
The Boss
02:01
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I made a list, baby, all these things for you-
everything I'm gonna do today.
Been doing gruntwork for the boss most of my life,
but I've been working smart, and so it's management for me.
You are the boss, baby,
it all comes from the top-
so trickle down and fill my bowl,
oh honey, fill me up.
If I were a miner, would you light the underground?
There are depths down there that I wish to know
but it's frightening by myself.
You are the boss, baby,
it all comes from the top,
so trickle down and fill my bowl,
oh honey, fill me up.
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9. |
It Drives
02:51
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10. |
That's the Midwest, Man!
02:31
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Now you see it now you don't.
You say you'll leave it but you won't.
It's boring like a thunderbolt.
I tied my tie too tight, wanna get into a fight tonight?
That boy, his head ain't right.
We're just livin'-you don't understand,
in a wasteland, and that's the midwest, man!
All the lawns in suburbia can't keep me tame.
I'm restless and it's just no good.
I can't go nowhere 'cause my tank's on empty.
"Just get it over with!" is what they say to me,
and the future's just a big blank stare from the eyes of a soulless man.
We're just livin'-you don't understand,
in a wasteland, and that's the midwest, man!
All the highways and fireflies, they don't go nowhere.
Hey, don't mind me, man, I'm just driving around!
Everybody's got something to say
about being thrown away in the trash.
We're just livin'--you don't understand,
in a wasteland, and that's the midwest, man!
That's the midwest, man!
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