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Black & Blonde
04:19
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Your hair is black & blonde
You know how to turn me on
You are so soft & wet
You are my Joan Jett
You always catch me by surprise
I like to look in your eyes
Temptation causes sinsation
We were on a forested trail
On the run from a super jail
Took a rest-stop at a tent
Didn't know I could pitch a tent
All I talked about was your hair
And how it is genetically rare
For a moment you thought, "is he serious?"
For a moment you thought, "is he dumb?"
Prince turned on "Delirious"
And I remembered how to make you come
Your hair is black & blonde
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2. |
Saint Michel
03:16
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Drink too much. Drink enough to have a good time.
Linking up with someone to touch. Be my chime.
Wasting you wasting me is what I need.
Loving you loving me is my plea.
We did feed on corporal seed for a night.
Painting you with painted leaves in the light.
Hearts of fire in the choir of your love.
It's your voice – it's your choice to sing to me.
No career, no more beer, just a walk.
Walk me home. Get some dome. Sidewalk chalk
On my face. Change my race to be with you.
I don't care. I'll cut my hair to find what's true.
A month too soon. A month too late to get back home.
Rushin' back. Rush roulette. Russian tome.
I've given up all my words to be with you.
I've given up a second tongue 'cuz nothing's new.
Tu m'exclus!
Non! Écoute-moi! Tu ne piges pas.
Je te parle et tu t'en fous de moi.
Au soleil, je lève les bras pour lui dire
Que je suis tout prête à mourir.
Oui, ce n'est que moi qui dit tout bas,
"À bas la superficie qui te rend aveugle."
J'ai le moral au plus bas.
Je pense en bla-bla.
C'est amour vache qui meugle.
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3. |
French Redneck
03:38
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I'm a star
I burn
I shine
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4. |
Carnet Noir
04:00
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Wrap your legs around my throat
Tell me when to stop or go
Tell me what time it is
Take a marker from your bag
Draw a symbol on a flag
Kiss my arm through my coat
Green shadow on your eyes
Cow is pissing from the skies
Jump the turnstile, learn to be free
She bleeds water, I bleed wine
Pixelated grape-fruit vine
Your partner is too close in age
Beads in trees, whores in air
Lucifer has real good hair
Stigmata paints notes on the page of my skin
Skin
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5. |
Handstand
02:50
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Shave the side of your hair please for me
Knave in tights, I bought you tights with holes in the middle
For me. 1 – 2 Lips on me, brie
Speed up browsing by disabling add-ons
Weed in the water, living out daughter, places where I damned it
For me. 1 – 2 Lips on me, brie
What's the point of talking to people, if they don't wanna' talk again?
Wet your bed during a snowstorm when I was nineteen
Birds of paradise kiss me twice with a hummingbird
For me. 1 – 2 Lips on me, brie
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6. |
'71
03:30
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Whisper sweetly to me
The lisper discreetly drank some tea
Tousle your hair on the floor
Squint at me you dirty whore
Eye-shadow
Saccharine
Tentative gaze
Devilish grin
I know
You know
He know
She know
They know
Whisper sweetly to me
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Run
Be free
Run
Run to me
You
Hand to hand lift
Lift me up to the sun
You
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8. |
Saint-Pierre-et-Miquelon
03:07
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In a den of iniquity, Marine Le Pen talkin' 'bout equity
And her voice is so soft
A Rolls-Royce, blonde Anne Bancroft
They like to wave a blue hand
Red and green lights light the porch, my laughter is canned, man
Feather red carpet for me, yellow lantern, red wall sea
Roll back the stone and enter the tomb
I've got a floral delivery for the new womb
It's been an hour or maybe two since the memory started fading from view
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9. |
Lake Michigan
03:10
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10. |
The Mechanic Theatre
01:58
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11. |
Sexy-Boy
04:00
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Sexy-boy
Post-love
Sexy-boy
Post-fuck
I know someone. She is my dad.
When I get home. She is real bad.
That's when she starts to drink.
That's when I start to think
We are more than we are fighting for.
In you, I found a drum.
Beat me to death sucking your thumb.
That's when I start to drink.
That's when I start to think
We are more than we are fighting for.
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12. |
Marguerite Deysson
01:11
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13. |
7
05:35
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I would've loved to love your man
I'm more than just a fan
I would've loved to learn to cry
Why does it take so long to die?
I would've loved to learn to speak
My gestures are so meek
I would've love to make a home
I have nowhere left to roam
I wish I had more time
To tell my momma I loved her
I wish I was alone
I wish I was with you
I wish I didn't think
I just wanna' live
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Baggypantsrich Baltimore, Maryland
Baggypantsrich is an inspired singer-songwriter with a flair for glam and an ear for melody. His songs are plaintive rockers with glistening lyrics. His live show merges grace with raw energy.
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