Big Red Letter Day
Album - 1993 - Debaser id 50224

Sodajerk (04:27)

Buffalo Tom • Big Red Letter Day

Watch an eyeball
Take a free fall
At the mention of a name
In its socket
And like a rocket
Rises just the same

Could my eyelids
(could my eye)
Cover what I did
The shuttin of the door
And could these ceilings
Contain my feelings
Me down on the floor

Jerked my fountain
Ice cream mountains
I suppose I'm just too late
Form a line here
Think I'll die here
These people nauseate me

But if my patience
Were a spaceship
High up in orbit
I would rise here
Hypnotized here
Risen from where I sit

A solid angle
My legs do dangle
Off the counter's edge
Soft words spoken
Promises broken
I Close my eyes instead

But could my eyelids
Cover what I did
The shuttin' of the door
Could these ceilings
Contain my feelings
Me down on the floor
Me down on the floor
Me down on the floor
Me down on the floor

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I'm Allowed (04:21)

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Buffalo Tom • Big Red Letter Day

Waited for an answer
But I waited for twenty five years
They stopped my bleeding
But could never stop all these tears

I waited for the day when
You came out from beneath all that weight
I tried to lift it
But it seems I got there too
Late
Just to late
Just to late
Cause I'm allowed

Came to the party
But I got my own signals crossed
Thought I was welcome
But I felt like I should get lost

I know that I'm older
Cause I feel that everywhere
I could talk to no one
Cause I knew not one person
There
No one's there
They just stare
But they're allowed

As vivid as a car wreck
Watch them dripping off highway ramps
She came to me smiling
Her heart underneath both her hands

She spoke of a French boy
At least two times through the night
It could have been the liquor
Or the music but that is
All right
That's all right
She's allowed
I'm allowed
I'm allowed
I'm allowed

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Tree House (04:15)

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Would Not Be Denied (03:46)

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Latest Monkey (02:46)

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Buffalo Tom • Big Red Letter Day

The newest clown
Cries an old type of tears
Watch them fall
There they lie
Crispy, ancient and they leak
Formaldahyde

Going
Going I'm gone
Go away
Going

His tears they sit
Crusty, rusted in a box
Inside a drawer
Grandpa's news
Fragile words are yellowed through
Forever more

Going
Going I'm gone
Go away
Going

Sadder than sad
She's feeling bad
Monkey's the one who laughs last

Hold me down
Cut me loose when
Nighttime falls
And lifts away
I'm a ball
Bouncing off of a brick wall
Into the day

I'm Going
Going I'm gone
Go away
Going I'm gone

Gone
I am gone I am gone
Go away
Going

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