(R. Pollard-Sprout)

Disarm the settlers
The new drunk drivers
Have hoisted the flag
We are with you in your anger
Proud brothers
Do not fret
The bus will get you there yet
To carry us to the lake
The club is open
Yeah, The club is open
Hey, the club is open
A-come on, come on, the club is open
C'mon, c'mon, the club is open
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, the club is open...
Il tuo voto:
(R. Pollard)

I am breathing, yet I feel no sky
Things without wings have begun to fly
Unhitched trailers---I see trailers trail
From the well i pull an empty pail
Little man bleeding, little heart beating so
Evil speaker blow my circuits---oh no
Brothers, sisters---all transistors, you know
Father logic sometimes gets cosmic, you know
Il tuo voto:
(R. Pollard)

Watch me jumpstart as the old skin is peeled
See an opening and bust into the field
Hidden longings no longer concealed
Watch me bulldoze every bulldozer away
Each new obstacle from each old new day
Where it's going it's hard for me to say

And shoot me down
And bring me down
But I won't be around
As you run through the places you love
I remember the faces that cry
And they're pulling me back so I have to die

And watch me jumpstart at the first light of day
Each new sensation just blows me away
Don't look now, don't look now, I'm a phase
Straight from ground zero, X marks the spot
I can't pretend to be something I'm not
'Cause I'm a supernova erect and white hot

And shoot me down
And bring me down
But I won't be around
As you run through the places you love
I remember the faces that cry
And they're holding me back so I have to die

And watch me jumpstart I'm Maximum Jack
Shot through the cosmos like an alien attack
Film finished, fade into black.
Il tuo voto:
To seek the blood from precious stones is blasphemy
The perfect angels who monitor your intentions
God keeps his famous children---be respectable
Temptation creeps to you like rapists in the night
So smoke the rockets and float the boats
We'll man our stations like devil goats
And hope to hell we hear the bell
To let us now go home
Il tuo voto:
(R. Pollard)

I've waited too long to have you
Hide in the back of me
I've cheated so long I wonder
How you keep track of me

You could never be strong
You can only be free
And I never asked for the truth
But you owe that to me

I've entered the game of pricks
With knives in the back of me
Can't call you or on you no more
When they're attacking me

I'll climb up on the house
Weep to water the trees
And when you come calling me down
I'll put on my disease

You could never be strong
You can only be free
And I never asked for the truth
But you owe that to me
And I never asked for the truth
But you owe that to me
And I never asked for the truth
But you owe that to me
Il tuo voto:
(Sprout)

Many years we spent unpressured
That we knew so swell
Love in times of simple pleasures
Only time would tell
Oh, this is not to say
We are not the way we used to be
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We were not so fond of reason
Everyone could tell
Even times we'd start to stumble
But never ever fell
Oh, this is not to say
We were not the worst we've ever been
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Fools and kings decide
Ways to live your life
This is just the way we want to be
Il tuo voto:
Shoot up on the fast lane
She falls like a concrete robot
She's a boy
Billy-I
Billy-L
Billy-L
Billy-Y
Billy-I Billy-L Billy-L Billy-Y
Il tuo voto:
(R. Pollard)

Sometimes I get the feeling
That you don't want me around
But just when you are waking
Just as the snakes are flaking
Sometimes I get the feeling
That you don't want me around
Sometimes I get the feeling
That you don't want me around
Il tuo voto:
(R. Pollard)

Chain smoke rings like a vapor snake kiss
She says she don't know why
The closer you are the quicker it hits you
Closer you are the quicker it hits you
Now you can see the boys dreaming, scheming. . .

You play the heavy
It's a real slick movie move
"Stoned at the Alamo" tonight
The closer you are the quicker it hits you
Try to be nice and look what it gets you
Now you can see the boys dreaming, scheming. . .

I get up at seven o'clock
And drive myself up to the Lookout Rock
The closer you are the quicker it hits you
The closer you are the quicker it hits you
Now you can see the boys dreaming, scheming. . .
The closer you are the quicker it hits you
The closer you are the quicker it hits you...
Il tuo voto:
Post-punk X-Man parked his fork-lift
Like a billion stars flickering from the grinder's wheel
Lower hybrid clad in metal
In subgroup tools
Excused from schools
To fathom hell
See you now
Echo and his brother (Echo and his brother)
Fish and Peter the Pig
Will meet where it's big
Auditorium
Auditorium
Auditorium
Auditorium
Il tuo voto:
When you motor away beyond the once-red lips
When you free yourself from the chance of a lifetime
You can be anyone they told you to
You can belittle every little voice that told you so
And then the time will come when you add up the numbers
And then the time will come when you motor away
Oh, why don't you just drive away?

When you motor away down the icy streets
You can't lie to yourself that it's the chance of a lifetime
You can be anyone they told you to
You can belittle every little voice that told you so
And the time will come when you add up the numbers
And then the time will come when you motor away
Oh, why don't you just drive away?

Come on
Speed on
Il tuo voto:
(R. Pollard)

This is called "the coming of age"
Coming into town with the giggling faggots
Starting blizzards and other weird weather patterns
We participate in the shit
Now that's a hit
Now that's a hit!
Il tuo voto:
(R. Pollard)

I want to start a new life
With my valuable hunting knife
She will shine like a new girl
And I want to shout out our love to the world (Hit it!)
Everything I think about I think about
Everything I talk about I talk about
With you
But you don't know what I go through
You don't know

Days, they will turn into nights
But my valuable hunting knife
It will not rust through the tears
And it will not lose its appeal over years (Come on!)
Everything I think about I think about
Everything I talk about I talk about
With you
But you don't know what I go through
You don't know
I'll never know
I'll never know
And then I will run
And then I will. . .
And then I will hide
And then I will. . .
And then I will run
And then I will. . .
And then I will hide
I'll never know
I'll never know
Il tuo voto:
(R. Pollard)

All my dumb luck and all my misgivings
I thrust them aside for the dead for the living
I want my vehicle, my saucer-shaped coffin
I'm Mighty Pro-Jet
I'm Baron Von Richtofen
Il tuo voto:
(R. Pollard-Sprout)

She's slender
Oh, she's cream
She's face
I took her from place to place
I moved her from room to room
I exploited her
Became the groom
So I write music for soundtracks now
I write music for soundtracks now
(That's what I wanted to do anyhow)

I took her from place to place
I took her from room to room
So I know, yeah...
Il tuo voto:
(R. Pollard) Blimps go 90 on with the show Couldn't you see that? Now didn't you know? Aerosol halos---films of the flag Rifle games for seven-year-olds What a drag Yeah now that's a drag This is not a vacation There is no place to go Weep, sad freaks of the nation Where blimps go 90 And you can't find me Senator sipping on Gentleman Jack "Oh boy" they told me "now don't you look back" But don't you worry I promise to not I'll join your Canary Court Fit into the slot Say now what have you got? Oftentimes I'm reminded Of the sweet young days When I poured punch for the franchise And thus was knighted Got so excited Blimps go 90 on with the show Couldn't you see that? Now didn't you know? Hey now didn't you know?
Il tuo voto:
(Sprout)

We've been burned out
Concerned out
Discerned out
We've been sought out
'Cause we can't believe our eyes
We are the willing supporters
And we'd like to know
Why everything is so unkind

We've been sent in
Defending the one thing
Cause it's our duty
We've got to find out why
We are the willing supporters
And we'd like to know
Why everything is so unkind
We really should be fine, yeah
Il tuo voto:
(R. Pollard)

Chicken blows
I suppose we could have a girl or a boy
And I see what you mean
I'm not here to drink all the beer
In the fridge (oh, la la la)
In the room (oh)
In the house
In the place (oh, la la la)
That we both (oh)
So love
Can you sink to the depths (lots of "oh"ing)
I don't know
I don't even care
And our lives slip away
In the end we will probably reach
All the way (oh, la la la)
To the walls (oh)
over there
Have you flown? (oh, la la la)
Our courage (oh)
Is only a taste
And I'll get paid (ooh, ooh)
If you'll get laid (ooh, ooh)
It's our parade (ooh, ooh)
Il tuo voto:
Hey, little girl would you say that you know that
It's so hard to believe that it's so sad
And I know you're believing in something
But it's just so hard to believe in a nomad
I don't care what you do anymore
I don't care, I don't care

Hey little girl would you stop and just lay back
It's so hard to believe that you're so sad
And I know we just keep talking about it
In a swirl bunch of nothing turned inside out
I don't care what you do anymore
I don't care what you do anymore
I don't care what you do anymore
I don't care, I don't care

Hey little whirl I reach for you and you jump back
It's so hard to believe that you're so sad
I know that we've talked all around it
A little whirl we can do something about it
I don't care what you do anymore
I don't care what you do anymore
I don't care what you do anymore
I don't care, I don't care
Il tuo voto:
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