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Girls Rock
04:12
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Girls rock! (they say)
It's good to be alive today
Angie was her name
She was not to blame for her evil ways
The angel, she said to me,
"We will never ever be free."
How long can one cry
Before the eyes, they dry?
Blood dripping on the walls of my mind
I'm fine in real time
The Angel, she said to me,
"We will never ever be free."
You are free
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Not Much
01:51
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I thought I knew how to be
In love with somebody
Then I caught the blues
Now I see nothing really
No, you don't care
Neither do I
Listen to me try
To sing a song about love
Or maybe about nullity
Praying to a god or a creek
The more I listen, the less I want to speak
No, you don't care
Neither do I
Listen to me try
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I don't need what you want.
Fuck Christmas and your aunt.
Don't judge me. I hate you. Don't judge me.
I need you.
I am blue.
I walked over to your place.
She was there and a damn disgrace.
I don't care about your religion.
Come on baby. Give me an incision.
Give it to me baby on the floor.
I am blue.
Well, I walked to you in my four-inch heels
And I bowed down to pray and you could not feel
How long I've grown my hair.
It is blonde for you and I need you to stare at me,
At these, at what I've grown for thee.
And I need to make sure you know what it means.
And I need to know that you know what it means.
And I need for you to touch me.
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I love you
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Thigh Cramps
03:48
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Oh chance! It has been a while since you have come for me.
Oh snow! You have hurt me so in my thigh deep inside.
Love is rug burn.
Dove is [rust].
I see you see where I where you used to be I used to be
you you touched turnt me
We knew. Who knew?
Who knew? Who?
Love is rug burn.
Deep inside for me.
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Alone in a forest sitting in a tree
Thinking about life and reality
Cars keep on passing no matter who's inside
While I'm sitting still, life passing me by, catch her in the rye
Messing up in school I don’t want to go
Stay at home and listen to David Bowie's "Low"
Getting out of bed is a chore
Cleaning up my room takes so much more
Saving Michael
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7. |
In a Tizzy
02:15
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In a tizzy, he took a big ole' kitchen knife.
In a tizzy, he took 1 or 2 or 3 lives
That day or night. No one can say.
He was anxious for a short while.
Now his mother has him on file.
In a bathroom, he looked all the way down
At a city painted completely brown
That day or night. No one can say.
He was anxious for a short while.
Now the police have him on file.
In a church in the woods by the creek,
He did lurch in drag ready to squeak
Normality in a dress sewn by me.
He will never ever come back.
Something did crack.
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Blonde Ambition
01:58
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I had blonde ambition because of you that day
Sinking on the floor in your field of vision, you did pray
I cannot walk, come take my hand
Blood on sidewalk chalk, sex in the holy land
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Arthur Rimbaud
10:10
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Ne me quitte pas ce temps
Every day I look for you inside the garden down the creek
Where you and I, we fell
We fell down next to the low bush inside of you
I wish I could be where you hide yourself inside of me
I love to watch you watch the stars
Alone with me, you will never be
You will never be alone with me
Low (lone) with me
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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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