1. |
Hey Girl
03:44
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Hey girl
What you been doing in my world?
You haven't seen me
I brought you flowers from the cemetery
Where your mother died
You haven't cried
What you owe me
Now you are so cold
But you're not old
Where is your soul?
Hey girl
What you been doing in your world?
You and your life
In the gutter with your mother and the knife
Where your mother died
You haven't cried
What you owe me
Now you are so cold
But you're not old
Where is your soul?
This is a love song
For the sick and the depraved
And if you're cold-blooded
Then there's no need to shave
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2. |
Pain
04:27
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Pain is a lovely thing. It makes you laugh. It makes you sing.
It makes you cry. It makes you scream. It makes you die, suicide.
It makes you run. It makes you bleed. It makes you fall. It kills your seed.
It steals a lot. It makes you rot. It takes away all you've got.
Watching someone else's pain is ableing our inner Cain.
Omitting a helping hand is omission of a one-night stand.
Standing on a person's face can erase brain matter.
Do you think that people matter?
Do you think that people matter?
If I had no more pain, I would have no more to gain.
It gives me drive and keeps me excited and gives me something to think about
And life is so much less boring and my soul is pouring
Out onto the ground. My pain has no sound.
When I was 17, I saw a small group of teens.
He took my face and made it scrape. Violence is platonic rape.
He hit me hard vehemently. I swung about. I could not see.
No matter how hard I tried, I could not defend my –
Dignity is a lie they teach in schools. There is no pride.
30 people with concern stood there as they watched me burn.
The sun was the only one to watch o'er me.
A fat woman, she asked me. She said,
"I wanna' feel your pain. I wanna' feel it again and again."
Cut me. Watch it bleed.
Kick me. Watch it turn green.
New episode on TV.
Now I'm somebody.
Nail me to a car.
Feel the holy scar.
Hit me. Hit me.
Hit me, David Bowie.
Hit me.
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3. |
My Lonely Heart
04:57
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My lonely heart is bleeding for you
My lonely heart is bleeding for you
If only I knew how you feel
Then I could still feel
I remember that night as if it were day
The moonlight lit the way
Our bodies shined bright on the floor
All I'm asking is for a little more
Tell me why you and I can't be
Lost in eternity
I don't want to be rude
I don't want to be prude
But I took a chance with romance
But now all I do is brood
My lonely heart is bleeding for you
My lonely heart is bleeding for you
If only I knew how you feel
Then I could still heal
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4. |
Honey
03:36
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Don't you make a fool out of me
It's so hot, I can't see
It's too hot for me
But not too hot for the queen bee
Give me your honey
Give me your honey
Give me your honey
Ooh baby, you're so sweet, but you stung me
And I was walking down the street
Staring way down at your feet
Lost all of my pride
But I'm not that guy
And I've been living way too long
And I can't seem to remove this thorn
I live like I have lived wrong
And I don't want to be reborn
And I've been barefoot on a desert path
And I've lived in the mind of Sylvia Plath
I love how you are so bleak
But you still dress so damn chic
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5. |
Into the Wind
05:13
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Don't you want love?
Don't you want to be loved?
No. I don't care.
All I want to do is stare into the wind.
Don't you want to start a family?
Don't you want to hold a baby?
No. I don't care
All I want to do is stare into the wind
Don't you want to hold the hand of a pretty girl?
Don't you want to feel her fingers as they curl?
No. I don't care.
All I want to do is stare into the wind.
We can't interfere with this one.
He's blind from looking at the sun.
Father says we can't intervene.
So just watch him as he bleeds.
Don't you want to be a rock star?
Don't you want to travel far?
Don't you want to be well-read?
Don't you want to be well-fed?
Don't you want to know what's going on in the Middle East?
Don't you want to confess your sins to a priest?
Don't you want to make love?
Don't you ever lift your head and look up above?
Don't you want to make peace with those who've made you angry?
Don't you want to jump out of a plane?
Don't you want to be a Plain Jane?
Into the wind
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6. |
Dark Room
04:46
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Dark room, cloudy night
Blinding projector light
Thump goes the bass
Not a care on his face
7 flights of stairs
Graffiti spikes the air
No one makes a move
While he sits and broods
Closet balcony
Tells a million stories
Fog for a mile
Photographer asks for a smile
7 people on a ledge
Never been this close to death
Now it's time to go
But no, his friend wants one last go
It's the last dance
And he's lost in a trance
She wears him down
And he wears her out
She is so happy
That he wonders if he could be free
But she already has a love
But that doesn't stop her
From moving closer
To put her
Lips on his
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7. |
Oh Ruins!
05:33
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Spent all your time thinking about time
Cut off all your hair to show that no one is there
Inside your head is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen
And I'm living in a dream and my ego is dead
Naked playing guitar in a hole I've fell so far
The shit turns to spring, I'm just trainspotting
My life away, to play is to pray
But it all goes away, too soft to play
If art is just style, let's all be Kurt Weill
Violence will sell, if it's filmed well
My idol is Man Ray but the youth of today
Care more about cigarettes
Than John Lennon's intellect
Fake, we are so fake
We give less than we take
Fake, I am so fake
I give less than I take
Watch the mulatto break
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8. |
Jeremiad
05:06
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You are my sun
I want to run into the sun
And die in your arms
And die in your arms
And when it rains
I see you in the window panes (pain)
With all your charms
I will die in your arms
I will die in your arms
Jeremiah, you are a liar
Jeremiah-add me to your love affair with the end
If the sun was green
It would be a burning tree
It would swallow us whole
The burning bush was a black hole sun
If the see was red
The fishes had bled
If the rain was blood
Cut the sky
Out pours the flood
Jeremiah, you are a liar
Jeremiah-add me to your love affair with the end
When it rains, it pours
A red stain on the drawers of the earth
The sky spreads herself for me
A little guy who will never be free
A stargazer gazing at feminity
Clouds cry and then she bleeds
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9. |
You Left Me
05:30
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She didn't look at me with her perfect eyes
For her, I was just another guy
But I didn't know how to play my card
All that's left inside of me is a glass shard
She touched me but didn't feel me
Now I can't see, blinded by her beauty
You left me sick, I'm dying, I'm your patient
You left me crazy losing all my patience
You left me crying sitting down on the pavement
You left me
You look the other way when I look to you
All of your friends, they say more than you do
I feel like I'm on display in a freak show
Is this the first time you've touched an afro?
She touched me but didn't feel me
Now I can't see, blinded by her beauty
I can't believe memories of the first time, what a ride!
You shot me down like a Russian spy
You're gone now baby, bye bye bye
Let me fly
You thought that I was drunk, so I shouldn't care
The only time I was drunk was when I smelled your hair
I spent the whole night tracing your face
Now that I've spent some time, I see your place
You touched me but didn't feel me
Now I see I'm blinded by your beauty
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10. |
À la recherche
05:17
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Let me tell you what it's like to be lost for an entire life.
To be faded like white paper in the sun, there is no one with a gun to save me.
She was my beauty muse. I had on my dancing shoes.
But every time, she goes to the other guy. Now she's gone, the story of my love.
Dancing still, my ego is killed. Dancing dead in the dark, the wasteland lives in my head.
She was not my love affair. Run my fingers through her hair. I don't know how to feel.
And I don't want to peel away the layers of my dirty mind.
I spend my days in a daze looking at all of the ways I could die alone.
And still she believes she could love me in my dreams, I am the one who makes her come.
Dressing up with her makeup is the only way I can see a woman.
I use her toothbrush. I feel it in my mouth. It gives me a big rush.
Driving south in my bed I'm alone.
She was not my love affair.
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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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