1. |
Gravity
03:44
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Your gravity
Holds me tighter
Than a flashing screen
Without you I'd drift away
Dreaming flights of fancy
And lonely dancing
Well those airheads gonna hate
But I don't give a damn about what they say
I'll give you 9.8
If you keep holding me
Please believe
Without you I'd burn up in the atmosphere
Flying's fine but it's the earth I need
Not some air I can't breathe
Please believe
Without you I'd burn up in the atmosphere
Flying's fine but it's the earth I need
Not some airhead,
who wants to fly
I don't give a damn about what they say
I'll give you 9.8
If you'll keep holding me
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2. |
Southern Cross
04:42
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I sit here waiting
Till darkness falls
And the moonlight
Reveals my faults
But hear my plea
Please, wait for me
I'm on my way
A road through space
I won’t stop searching
The sea of black
I’ll note our movements
In parallax
Let me be
Free of gravity
I’m on my way
A road through space.
Somewhere there's beauty
Beyond the stars
Deep in the darkness
From where you are
So shine a light
And show the way
Paint a map
A road through space
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3. |
Red Light Shakedown
02:30
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4. |
Charlie
03:10
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Listen up close and I'll sing you the song
Of the boy who fell through time
The boy who lost himself in the mirror every night
Truth lies
In between
What they say
And what they mean
Listen up close and I'll sing you the song
Of the girl who loved a stone
The girl who couldn't fall asleep alone
Truth lies
In between
What they say
And what they mean
Now sing along
It's not too late
To start off new
Don't make the same mistakes
Listen up close and I'll sing you the song
Of the boy who slept like the dead
The boy with bad dreams he couldn't get out of his head
Truth lies
In between
What they say
And what they mean
Listen up close and I'll sing you the song
Of the girl who walked through walls
The girl who dressed herself and set off on her own
Truth lies
In between
What they say
And what they mean
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5. |
Tu T'es Moqué de Moi
02:59
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Toi, tu t'es moqué de moi
Mais quand meme tu me manque
L'amour embattant, embrouilée
Au point d'avale un pistolet
Mais no, ne t'inquiète jamais
ne t'embête de rien
Il suffusait de t'aimer bien
Je traine la memoire
en bas de l'escalier
En cherchant d'un valet fort
Les valises sont trop pour mon effort
Eh bien, c'est clair
Tu m'as laissé a l'enfer
Mais ne t'inquiète madame
J'adore les flammes!
You made me a fool every day
But I miss you anyway
Even if this love is stale and sterile
A siren's call to taste the barrel
No reason to hang your head
Loving you kept my heart well-fed
I'll drag the memory away
in search of a strong valet
You know how much this baggage weighs
So lets put and end to this spell
you left me dangling in hell
but never fear
I love the heat!
Now wait, there's no reason to fret
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6. |
MSG
03:08
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the same ghost
came last night
stumbling drunk
and spilling wine
[]
it’s all you know
this mumbling voice
this spectral choir
this ghastly noise
this
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the phantom spoke
your name last night
the exorcist missed
your last rites
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7. |
Damned
03:08
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Why do you pay these bills?
Why don't you burn 'em up, to ward away the chill?
Why not buy yourself a shovel
Get started diggin' in
Don't pretend these molehills ain't mountains, cuz you're
Damned if you do
Damned if you don't
And if say you can't help
You're just blowin' smoke
Damned if you do
Damned if you don't
But it don’t mean much
Once you've given up the ghost
Why do you hum these songs?
Why don't you play along?
Why do you close your eyes
When the sirens cry
And the violence comes along
Because you're
Damned if you do
Damned if you don't
If you say you can't help
You're just blowin' smoke
Damned if you do
Damned if you don't
But it don’t mean much
Once you've given up the ghost
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Cold at home
Wake up sweating on a winter’s day
Half a mind to lay back down
And let the world just drift away
Hold me close
A summertime embrace
The sleep won’t last
But at least we’ve got this place
Yes I know that there’s snow outside
But the truth has never warmed me right
We’ll wake up soon and look out the window
We just need another moment face-to-face
So keep me warm
Hold the fever dreams at bay
We’ll huddle close in nature’s clothes
And plan for a brighter day
We’ll whisper prayers
For killing time
While better folks
Are struggling with the ice
It’s almost time to wake up my dear
The snow won’t wait for us to wake
Before it melts away.
It’s almost time to wake up my dear
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9. |
Hell
02:55
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10. |
I'll Be Home On Sunday
03:12
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Blame it all on Puerto Rico
Because god looks down on island towns
Yes you know it's true
Blame it all on poorer people
If they need help they can go to hell
Hell you'll help 'em down
They did it themselves they did
When they let you come in
And run the ship
So turn your back and sing
The god of dollars needs their suffering
Blame it all on some kind of evil
That you learned when you were young
And swallowing
The vile things
That slipped right off your tongue
Blame it all on poorer people
If they need help they can go to hell
Hell you'll help 'em down
Blame it all on other people
The stranger's son
Who speaks in tongues
That you'll never learn
Blame it on those outside the steeple
The in-betweens in ripped up jeans
The godless pipedream people
They did it themselves they did
When they let you come in
And run the ship
So turn your back and sing
The god of dollars needs our suffering
The god of dollars needs our suffering
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12. |
St. James Infirmary
04:38
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I was down to St. James infirmary, I saw my baby there
She was stretched out on a long white table,
So sweet, so cold and so fair
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She can search this whole wide world over
She won't ever find another man like me
When I die bury me in straight lace shoes
a boxback suit and a Stetson hat
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
so the boys'll know I died standing pat
I always hear your ghost in stormy weather
the wind wails that I'll always be blue
I feel my grin 'a-growin', ain't still stuck here 'neath your thumb
I'll be any color I feel like without you
I was down to St. James infirmary, I saw my baby there
She was stretched out on a long white table,
So sweet, so cold and so fair
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
Now she can search this whole wide world over
She won't ever find another man like me
She won't ever find another man like me
She won't ever find another man like me
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