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Love Sale
03:17
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The moon shine slowly down in the valley
I'm watching the crowds and I'm feeling so lonely
When push comes to shove, I've had enough of love
Even my rubber glove left me for another guy
Love sale, buy now layaway love sale
Love sale, cut rate intimate love sale
A bargain at half the price for you and your half-life, Love sale.
And after the battle, corpses like cattle
Meat with medals, pacifist prattle
Hold your applause, don't forget your lost cause
Ain't nothin' but the alien to save your job.
Love sale...
A long time ago in the back of my mind
I told someone else and she left me behind
Love sale, cheap prices, faces carved into the ice
Will it take me half as long to live out this half life?
Love sale...
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Don't confuse reality with what is true
I've been looking for somebody worth lying to
We can stay up late ripping into each other
Manic Depressives make better lovers
Give me one more chance, just a little more time
How far from here to the finish line?
Now don't confuse reality with what is true
You ignore me and I'll ignore you
I'm an angel, I'm a devil and we're both undercover
Manic Depressives make better lovers
Don't talk to me about the institution
They're one short step from the final solution
We know how to get high, we can really go down
Don't waste your time with the mediocre
Here and now is the band, breaking glass is the sound
Don't even bother with the limited joker
Take my hand and don't fight back
You're all I've got, you're the one I need
We can see each other through the cracks
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3. |
Still In Richmond
05:24
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Fearless Cathy, sing your sad song
These are the days that will rip proud hearts apart
These are the nights when you wake knowing something's gone wrong
(So very wrong)
Mistress Carrie, dressed in black
Blow out the door when there's nothing left to talk about
Blow me a kiss, make me wonder if you're ever coming back
(But don't turn back)
Some burning issue is lodged in your memory
Like a face in the crowd that you meet in your dreams
Some holy grail is lost in America
I feel it too, it's a dying world letting off steam
What does it mean?
Still in Richmond, waiting for my man
Down on the streets I can hear the night's homicide
My heart cries out, but my mind just wants to understand.
Reckless Eric, lost in the night
Somebody calls out your name in an alleyway
Alone at last in the past like a legend out of sight
Brightly shining, out on the edge
Peeping through like a voice on the telephone
Misunderstanding, demanding you come in from the ledge
What would you do if I did what we talked about?
Where would you go if I gave you a map to your dreams?
Two suicides throwing pride in the face of it
Going down in the night in the pale moonbeams
Two silent screams
Still in Richmond, trembling with fear
I send a postcard, a message in a bottleneck
Waiting without, running out of time
Wishing you were here.
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4. |
Turn On The Dark
06:41
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I'm here for you, you're not here for me
The question loiters, lingers in the brain's repository
It's like a blood donation, bloody trail behind my tears
Nothing but helpless anguish distancing the silent fears
Something in me, something in you, something in summer nights
Somebody falls, the window calls, salvation in pure memory
Can I escape cheap love and hate that haunt me late at night?
You're looking good, I'm feeling tired, let's just turn out the light
And turn on the dark.
There was a girl with glowing eyes, I still see her now as then
We had a night between the stars I thought would never end
Something inside the other side between the flesh and fear
We meet again, we just pretend, we just pretend each other disappear
In times to come the earth will burn like falling satellite
Numeric counts, trivial amounts, distriction out of sight
Meaningless prayers like spirit flares, apocalyptic fright
You're looking sharp, it tears my heart, let's just turn out the light
And turn on the dark.
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5. |
Amphetamine Library
06:29
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Up from the coast comes a heavenly host
She's a blue-blooded beauty with a bust to boast
You want to hold her attention for a minute at least
But turn, turn away - she belongs to the beast
You can cry in your coffee for the dreams you lost
You can laugh about the tavern where your destinies crossed
But steal what you need - it'll never be free
Until you borrow from the shelves of the amphetamine library
Two hands stay clenched together
Two heads are pulling them apart
Don't listen when I talk to myself
Don't touch me when I wanna be alone
Out of these words come desperation
I don't ever want to see you again
Your cold speech just leaves me so quickly
Your empty thoughts are freezing me inside
In a dream you chased her fashion face
And it felt so good when you lost the race
And she was a priestess and you were her priest
And you laughed and you laughed, because now you belong to the beast
That woman who painted your breakfast black
Wants to meet you in the back of the magazine rack
To browse all night in aisle 23
Of the Special Collection of the Amphetamine Library
You think you're the only one who ever felt this
You think you'll never trust anyone again
I don't question you, I don't believe in you
How could I give to you what you want me to?
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Aisle 23 (I'llXXIII)
11:45
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Amphetamine Library Richmond, Virginia
Guitar - Andy Thompson
Drums - Hunter Duke
Bass, Vocals - Donny Shattuck
Guitar, Vocals - Manko Eponymous
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