1. |
Perfect Host
03:15
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He said, “Son, this songwriting thing,
It will break your heart without warning.
Here it is, my last 40 bucks.
It’s not much but it’s yours if you want it.”
Hey, it’s LA or so the muses say
It could be New York when it’s dawning
They say it’s obscene to live in this dream
If there’s another way I don’t want it
Are you done with that songwriting thing?
It will rob you blind if you let it
Analyze, they’ll criticize
Every line of your life then forget it
Hey, it’s LA or so the muses say
It could be New York when it’s dawning
I’ve heard it’s obscene to live in this dream
If there’s another way I don’t want it
Every party
Needs a perfect host today
We’re so sorry
It turned out this way
Hey, it’s LA or so the muses say
It could be New York when it’s dawning
I’ve heard it’s obscene to live in this dream
If there’s another way I don’t want it
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2. |
Do No Harm
02:35
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Selling fruit on the streets of Versailles
The Sun King dreamed as the city died
Now they pay for my mask
This empty stare, I peddle my wares
Stand back no need for alarm
An oath never taken to do no harm
Full of flowers, waxes and sin
A barrel of bones, this mess that we’re in
Plugged with an oil rag
A cloak, my cane, and a body bag
Stand back no need for alarm
I never said I would do no harm
I only want to wet my beak
A small price to pay
Bittersweet
Stand back no need for alarm
I never said I would do no harm
Bring me the camphor, wormwood, and mint
Your iron lung my sharpened stick
It echoes through the cobblestone square
Protecting myself from this night air
Stand back no need for alarm
A pledge never taken to do no harm
Stand back no need for alarm
I never said I would do no harm
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3. |
White Night
03:17
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Came to pay the spirit guide
The one who keeps you gettin’ high
On his crass manipulations and strong deliberations
Long enough to be satisfied
Take your problems to a deeper hole
Where the hapless derelict and burning heretic
Play possum with your soul
They say...
Home is where the heart is
You got what you wanted
What can you get from Lady Macbeth
That you couldn’t get from that cigarette?
Down by the riverside
The air is thick with suicide
All your righteous indignation
In the eye of sweet temptation
And it’s going blind
Home is where the heart is
You got what you wanted
Home is where the heart is
You got what you wanted
What can you get from Lady Macbeth
That you couldn’t get from that cigarette?
Home is where the heart is
You got what you wanted
Home is where the heart is
You got what you wanted
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4. |
Phantom Pain
04:05
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The house I grew up in
It’s empty now
Everyone’s gone from this place
The pond is drained
No water saved
Every picture has been erased
Where do you think you’re going?
Do you know where you’ve been?
The faith on the inside crumbling
Nothing left can keep you here
Have you seen my sister?
Have you seen my dad today?
I took a walk downtown but I miss them
Like a phantom pain
I woke up this morning
With a mind
To get the best
My heart refrains
Your warm embrace
All the boxes can keep the waste
Where do you think you’re going?
Do you know where you’ve been?
The seams on the inside showing
You’ve got nothing left to bargain with
Have you seen my sister?
Have you seen my dad today?
I took a walk downtown but I miss them
Like a phantom pain
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5. |
Hand Me My Suitcase
03:16
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Won’t you hand me my suitcase I’m leaving
I think I’ve seen enough of this town
Day’s breaking I’m aching
I need a new dress
I’m a mess In this old wedding gown
Well, my diamonds are polished and shining
I’ve been serving up pearls before swine
Charms are wasted never tasted
I see a new man
With a bride not some old concubine
I know I look hungry I’m starving
The lines on my face cast by age
I’m waiting at the station for the 10:53
To pull in and take me away
I know I look hungry I’m starving
The lines on my face cast by age
I’m waiting at the station for the 10:53
To pull in and take me away
Won’t you hand me my suitcase I’m leaving
My ticket’s already been paid
Leave your money to Pastor Sunday
I’ll keep mine right here
My arrangements have already been made
Leave your money to Pastor Sunday
I’ll keep mine right here
My arrangements have already been made
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6. |
Blame Me
04:25
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I spent eight years in the eye of a wave
Looking out for the signs
Waited until a nod to my name
Let me sail with the tide
Cast my lot, the mouth of a whale
It took me down, down, down
Petitioned the sea for three nights and three days
Saying, please don’t let me drown
Hark now those angels will sing
First they’ll be down on their knees
The storm it may gather then cease
You can blame me
You can’t command or control
The oceans rush to the shore
Aren’t you a sight to behold
Whenever you are ignored
But you won’t let it be
Don’t you want to be free?
Hark now those angels will sing
After they’re brought to their knees
The storm it may never leave
You can blame me
You can blame me
You can blame me
You can blame me
Always blame me
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7. |
Say Hello
03:26
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Everybody’s going mad
Think the world’s gone insane
They’re shipping me out today
Nothing’s gonna be the same
We got one for the True Believers
Another for the Fleet Street Man
The rest is for the Blitzkrieg Dreamer
Who keeps us eating out of his hand
Well, I ain’t coming home
I get high to feel low
Jesus ain’t up in the sky
Or coming back to Earth this time
God ain’t sitting in the sun
Picking off the Chosen Ones
You better find another soul
Cuz I ain’t coming home
But you can say hello
Father ain’t up in the sky
Comin’ here to save you this time
Buddha’s sitting in the sun
Laughing at the Chosen Ones
He says find another soul
Cuz I am going home
No, I ain’t coming home
I get high just to feel low
But you can say hello
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8. |
Some Say
03:26
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In the wrong place at the wrong time
Born under the wrong sign
These days some say
Seems like Venus Is retrograde
Even the North Star won’t navigate
These days some say
You’ll be sorry when this is done
All the money and fear are gone
You’re right in your own mind
Canaries in a coalmine
Some say you’re insane
Nero plays violin
While the whole wide world is cashing in
These days some say
You’ll be sorry when this is done
All the money and fear are gone
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9. |
Air Ride
03:27
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11:35 out of PDX
Wearing dark sunglasses and a shirt that he just had pressed
Page the flight attendant, scotch and soda please
Four hundred thousand dollars everyone can leave
Jump down
You should’ve known
We’re gonna turn around
And go back home
We flew into JFK
at 3 am
Hey didn’t he get blown away
By some very fine men?
The sky waitress wheels out the oxygen tent
She says “For five hours here the air is only for rent”
There’s a guy in business class just found the exit to the left
He’s gonna jump out
He should’ve flown
You better turn around
And go back home
Seattle Washington
5:45
There’s a tarmac full of passengers
Surprised that they got out alive
Fill ‘er up with kerosene
And then we gotta go
We’re gonna take a ride
Down to Mexico
On the count of five I’m gonna dive
You’re never catching me alive
Jump down
You should’ve known
We’re gonna turn around
And go back home
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10. |
So, The Devil
03:57
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Pray for rain
There’s ten thousand people washed away
Now they’ve disappeared
Before the Devil knows their names
We made our pledge
As the lightning cracked the steeple above our heads
Stay down
So the Devil thinks you’re dead
Pray for rain
There’s ten thousand people washed away
Now they’ve disappeared
Before the Devil knows their names
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