1. |
c'mon wake up
03:50
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midnight
i think it was sara's birthday
i had a slurpee, you had a beer
i hadn't seen you in almost a year
we left
went for a walk in the back lane
you'd had too much, you stumbled around
tripped on a tree stump and landed face-down
c'mon wake up!
i think it's time we talked it out
cause we destroyed so many places
that we knew nothing about.
c'mon wake up!
i think it's time we talked it out
cause you're the one thing that i want to have
that i'd be best without
midnight
i think it was just about xmas
"this party's loud," you said with a smile,
"let's find a quiet place for a while."
we left
found a dark room down the hallway
i was too nervous to say a thing
and then i noticed that you were napping
c'mon wake up!
i think it's time we talked it out...
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2. |
i've got a file folder
02:45
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that's not a good idea...
you could lose an eye like that.
look out for your brother
he's such a copycat.
i want to hold you near
like the time we fell away
but you wanna fight honey, you want bile
well that's ok
chorus:
but i should tell you that i've got a file folder
that's as thick as my thighs
and man it's full of
all of the things you lied about
don't make me take it out.
you know i will
i'll take it out
okay ahem alright
so it's clear we disagree
you're guilty but you're
pleading insanity
don't kiss me out of spite
that never tastes as good
if you want spit, honey, you want bite
well that i could
- break -
chorus x 2
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3. |
ashley's the nice one
04:12
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we got 3 couples
different as can be
they're funny in that sarcastic way
they're in their mid-20s
well-dressed and sexy
and they all share this big house in l.a.
first we have ashley
and her husband jim
they're trying hard to make ends meet
he's unemployed
so she's paying for him
while he tries to get back on his feet
jim's got this
real bitchy mother
we'll get somebody famous as her
this mother-in-law
treats ashley like garbage
and that's where all the humour will occur
cause ashley's the nice one
jim is the lazy one
but they live together
and we'll be on the air forever
then the second couple
bobby and jill
they cheat on each other a lot
jill's got a mean streak
and she's very competitive
she likes to take what she hasn't got
bobby plays football
professional league
he's a looker and he's arrogant too
jill has slept with half his team
and he with the cheerleaders
thus hilarity will ensue
cause bobby's the jock one
jill is the catty one
but they live together
and we'll be number one forever
couple number 3
that's dee and ron
she drinks all the time
he's a moron
that's not even counting
their gay neighbour gene
i swear it's the funniest 22.5 minutes you've ever seen
cause dee is the drunk one
ron is the stupid one
but they live together
and they'll be on the air forever
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4. |
dear beaner
03:22
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dear beaner,
i'm sorry it took me so long to write to you.
how's rob?
say hey to your sister.
what have you been up to?
my fridays aren't the same without you.
dear beaner,
i need a vacation cause i'm stressed to the gills.
in fact, my panic attacks have come back
and i'm packing pills.
dear beaner,
i talked to marcela.
she asked me how you were.
i said, "she's doing just fine,
but i'd give my arm to see her."
these days aren't the same without you.
and no one here remembers
when we drove up brandon st. at night
or how we used to sit and talk at perkins half the day.
wo
wo
hoo hoo.
and no one here remembers
when i stacked your peanut butter jars
or how you made me poke your neck at boring meetings.
wo
wo
hoo hoo.
and no one here remembers
all the times we saw each other cry
or how you used to laugh at all my awful denys jokes.
wo
wo
hoo hoo!
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5. |
(super) super horrocious
03:27
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i got a paycheck
and i wanna spend it on you
so let's weigh all our options
and figure out the worst thing we can do
let's be stupid
let's take some risks
i got a tank full of gas
and a couple dozen compact discs
(super super super) super horrocious!
(super super super) super H-O-R-R-O-C-I-O-U-S!
your mama told you watch out for that guy
you didn't listen you didn't ask why
super horrocious i'm dragging you down
i got a paycheck and we're going downtown
i got some kish kash
and i wanna blow it tonight
so let's look in the yellow pages
under "let's fuck shit up right"
let's be careless
let's make a mistake
we got a city full of windows
let's see how many we can break
your mama told you watch out for that guy
you didn't listen you didn't ask why
super horrocious i'm dragging you down
i got a paycheck and we're going downtown
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6. |
mess u got in2
04:56
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somehow i knew that you'd come around
nothing is black + white when you need the cash
+ everyone gives it a shot @ least once these days, anyway
you made your bed, now i'm lying there
honey, there's room for two + i won't hog the blankets
+ maybe in time you can sleep here without all those nightmares
i know that we've got our differences
i know that i'm way deeper than you in this
i'm starting to work on beginning to become o.k. with that
sometimes the way that you look @ me
seems like you can't believe the mess you got into
but once in a while there's this face that you make, i go sandwich spread
ba ba ba
dee dee dee
etc.
why are we living in winnipeg?
seems like there's warmer places with way less mosquitos
+ low enough cost of living, i think we could make it there
you say that you'd miss your family
but they disowned you when you showed them my ring
+ your sister attempted to take off my head with a shovel
sometimes i fear that you're bluffing it
maybe you know how to make those green, green eyes convincing
+ when i wake up, you'll be gone w/my mastercard
or what if you smother me in my sleep?
no one would blame you much, i quite had it coming
+ all of the papers i'm signing would leave you a fortune
ba ba ba
dee dee dee
oo oo oo
etc.
you made this bed, now we're lying here
baby, there's room for two, you look good in your pj's
and maybe tonight you can sleep here without any nightmares
ba ba ba
dee dee dee
oo oo oo
aah aah aah
mm mm mm
etc.
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7. |
hamel
01:50
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this is my great escape
got a soft effects poster held up with masking tape
and the fridge gets real real cold
15 stairs up to my door
got decent shower pressure and a d+ hardwood floor
and i'm the only monster here
the simmer of the sun
breaks me, bakes me, wakes me when the day is done
this is my hide-away
from the bus driver who made my teenage hair go grey
i don't mind that it's only ok
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8. |
caldwell/litkowich
01:19
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la la la la la la
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9. |
forks in the microwave
02:49
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fourteen dollars in scattered cash
a one-night-stand's mascara'd eyelash
junk mail under a can of raid
caribou pizza that an uncle made
two forks in the microwave
a dark red rose from a stranger's grave
three hungry mice underneath the floor
a crumpled up straw and an apple core
- break -
a salt shaker filled up with rice
a sticker: "take me home — i'm half price!"
a napkin smeared with mustard & grease
a coffee-ringed copy of this year's lease
two forks in the microwave
one dark red rose from a stranger's grave
three hungry mice underneath the floor
a crumpled up straw and an apple core
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10. |
violet
02:03
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a thousand junebugs under the floodlight
my hands upon the wheel
you took your time
oh baby you were young
and mistakes are for making
mistakes we made with violet
banana cake + tequila chocolates
three pillows for your head
lay down your head
oh baby i was wrong
but i told you a few things
i sold you nothing violet
she lost a tooth and he broke an ankle
you're bowling on t.v.
and i'm not sleeping
baby time to run
for the sum of the sinner
the skin i'm in oh violet
let it go to the voicemail
we're on our way to violet
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11. |
st-jean baptiste
02:17
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- unsingalongable -
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12. |
crisis in 54401
04:08
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in the parking structure
you held my hand
the scary guy w/the bongos was trying to stand
but we'd escape him
we'd be alright
against the odds we'd survive this big city night
around two corners
+ up two ramps
until our faces were level w/all the streetlamps
i joked about it
you smiled a crack
i stared so long @ you but i can't bring that memory back
the car was nowhere
you held your breath
echoes of bongoman's voice singing songs of our death
zapped all around us
+ closer still
you were walking faster, i was trying to keep up until
around the corner
+ down one flight
"i swear we parked it there"
you said + i knew you were right
+ you were scared then
+ so was i
but now your frightened eyes, i can't see them hard as i try
why didn't i take a picture
3 4 years later and i
can't even
i can't
you got a face that's so hard to conjure
or @ least i think you did but
i can't
i can't even
why didn't i take your picture then?!
you had a migraine +
i had my bad knee
we got to talking + things turned to andrew quickly
you blamed him for this
i called you mad
you went on ranting until i compared you to my dad
and you were cornered
and you backed down
a freezing wind made its way through our concrete downtown
your nabob tongue +
your mint shampoo
the sound of bongos yeah
but just no mental image of you
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13. |
right-wing cowboy
01:52
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right-wing cowboy fearless leader
gonna show em how we do it in the west
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14. |
déjà vu
09:04
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when he said that it was déja vu
did you think he'd say it if it wasn't true
and did you think "well that's long overdue"
cause we were kissing on the day you wed
and you could smell my skin in your honeymoon bed
and i know that's looping in your head
you know that we were seventeen
did you think he'd say something he didn't mean
like an insincere a.t. machine
if he told you he was more than fine
would you think it was nothing but another line
in the great design's acute decline
now it's red
now it's blue
now it's a thing he won't do
now it's green
now it's grey
now it's a ticket away
alright now and a 1-2-3
let's give hell to the enemy
give that terrorist what he deserves
run run run 'til the coast is clear
fight fight fight 'til you have no fear
give that terrorist what he deserves
if you're tough you know what to do
if you're soft we can toughen you
give that terrorist what he deserves
put your conscience to sleep tonight
it's not hard when you know you're right
give that terrorist what he deserves
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