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Please Don't Ignore Me
03:03
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Please don't ignore me
I can't ignore me
I see you turning
Turn back to me
Don't criticize me
I criticize me
I treat you better than anyone else
You will not touch me
I will touch me
You do not speak now
Do what I say
You will not hurt me
I will hurt me
You will drive me
Now get in the car
I gave you everything but you just want more
Shut up and start the car. Don't make me bored
don't make me bored baby, come on let's go
Cause when you look happy I feel so left out
Don't leave me out, drive me back home
And we won't ignore me, we can't ignore me
I see you turning. Turn back to me
I see you turning. Turn back turn back turn back.......
To me
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In Majorca or San Tropez where the finest people go to play
Or better yet a dictatorship in Central America with a revolution in it
Two cities on an island one a port the other a resort
The kind of people there: everybody who's anybody anybody who is everybody's anybody are there
A small black boy in orange shorts
Carries water down with coconut clumps
The presidential candidate suns on the fold back chair
On the white beach front
His naked mistress breasts pressed face down on the phone
Another boy spreads lotion on her butt's bronzed glow tone
Some synthesized salsa speaks through the cabana columns
Through the palm trees and deep inside is Dan the hotel pianist
Down for the winter to get a tan and improve his Spanish
And upstairs the honeymood Marxists cocoon in their room all day long
At night they go to the other town to see the movies
They're the only white people around
When they return, we, and the others, note what they had done
And the lovely lady who's just come down is Lola, my dear wife
Tomorrow she's scheduled her first polo lesson at 4:45
"I miss the occupation. The classy gangster is a Hollywood creation and the Eiffel Tower is the last great work of the Age of Iron"
To see the world in grains of sand and heaven in the wildest flowers
With party girls at your command all lying down for golden showers
Last week they burned down the most remote resort town
The militia has started swaggering
My daughter was caught daggering with the locals
So we locked her in her room as she requested
And we talked with the guests around the card table about scuba, France, Hungarians, and the presidential candidate's stances
and the Irish girls answered:
"If you walk on stilts you still walk on your feet. If you sit on the highest throne you still sit on your own ass"
So fast the ship has come to take the tall people out
You know there's never been a tall dictator before
The tall melancholic freaks speak slowly and endure
The short ones' delusions of grandeur
And I console my poor wife Lola
Who will miss her polo lesson as we run for our lives,
"Close ups, cowboys, and classy gangsters are Hollywood creations. Aristocrats have no nation"
as I always say, (yeah yeah huh):
"Close ups, cowboys, and classy gangsters are Hollywood creations. Aristocrats have no nation. I miss the occupation. I miss the occupation!"
To see the world in grains of sand and heaven in the wildest flowers
With party girls at your command all lying down for golden showers
The sun descends, the fires and gunshots reach the shore
But we've pushed away we've pushed away we've pushed it all away...
And the Irish girls spit and say:
"A star is something you fall in love with. A star is something you fall in love with. A star is something you fall in love with. A star is something you fall in love with...."
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The Baby Bin (version 2)
03:37
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AMAAGRRMAMAMMMAGRMAMARGGEMRRR
Was it a girl?
I'm not a boy
Was he your child and was I not a mother father fucker?
And do I crave pleasure like any man, long soapy baths, the touch of skin, imagine everything illumined...but am I a girl, I'm not a boy I'm not a child
I'm thin I could be long like a banana. My skin is tanned in sweet spot splattering-ring-ring and then I might rot I might fail
I give my self a sail a pram a mouth and a tail
I'm thin I could be long like a banana
AMAAGRRMAMAMMMAGRMAMARGGEMRRR
If you pulled out my tongue in front of everyone
Then I might have new skin, marble, manganese, or tin
I'd just die on the lawn, a bath for all the birds that sing a song
Gongs would go bong my paint gone gone
If you pulled out my tongue in front of everyone
Oh you are a flower, with your sword and the optical words
That this hour woven within the baby bin slips bloody into it who so decides and what colour it were on that river bed it's dying
Was it a girl? I'm not a boy
Was he your child and was I not a mother father fucker?
And do I crave pleasure like any man, long soapy baths, the touch of skin, imagine everything illumined...but am I a girl, I'm not a boy I'm not a child
But am I a girl?
I'm not a boy
I'm not a child
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Someone is Upstairs
02:51
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She is so lovely, everybody round her gets so ugly
I need to know the words need to know the words need to know the words.....ohhh
I'll never look again never look again never look again this is the last time
I rubbed you around my arms like a baby and it was because
I did not look at you with the head I have
I did not find you much to look at inside the head I have
I did not look at you inside the head I have
She is so lovely, everybody round you gets so ugly
She is so lovely, everybody round you gets so ugly
I need to know the words need to know the words need to know the words every now and then
To tantalize....................
Nothing is inside my head
Nothing is inside my head
She!
I can never understand why I could never find a friend in you
You have nothing to talk about nothing to talk about when I stare at you
I just make you nervous
You do not think that it's a curious thing to do
You do think that it makes you something similar to you
You just don't understand you've got 15 thousand rating s and so many other men
Men do say: "you are so lovely everyone around you is so ugly"
You are so lovely everyone around you is so ugly
I need to know the words need to know the words
The need to know the need know the words
I know why I know that cause they tell me that
You are so lovely everyone around you gets so ugly
You are so lovely everyone around you gets so ugly
You are so lovely everyone around you gets so ugly...
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You buy yourself some guns and full body bullet proof suit,
A van filled with explosives hidden under cardboard boxes of fruit
And with a remote controlled device to command as you sit in a safe location
You direct the van through the doors of the lobby of the central police station
A few thousand feet away in a blue sedan you try to work the detonator
The cops are swarming they use the stairs cause you've broken their elevator
The ripe fruit drips onto the wires, the bomb ticks but doesn't explode
And the cops eat the bananas as you drive away listening to the radio
Where they talk about the dying dollar and the coming planetary ruin
And the killing of everyone by the people who don't know what they're doing
They say:
All talk, no action
All talk, no action
Got a problem do something about it too many people taking not enough leaving not enough shaking
Oh what have I done?
Where am I now?
I'm standing alone in a bathroom stall
My pants are down and my hands are small
What have I done?
Where will I go?
Why don't I know?
Why didn't I just stay home and watch myself on video?
You walk into a beauty salon, gather all the women there in threes
You sort them by their hair colour and buzz and dance like a honey bee
You take off your mask and drink some water, show them mercy and leave
The women all call you a fool but you don't hear cause you're out on the street
Then realizing you'd shown them your face you come back to kill them all
But your gun fails and your rifle recoils and the shot thuds through a wall
And then you stagger into a bingo game in a tired retirement home
The caller drones out the letter numbers through a moldy microphone
You demand a sandwich from a sad young worker who makes no notice or fuss
And you upset the game but no one responds so you eat and leave in disgust
And you go to the local bank and you ask them, "anyone want to play funny?"
You threaten you're gonna slit some throats and so the tellers give you all of the money
But you exchange the money for a fake cache you had stashed in the back of your car
And in front of the workers in the garbage can you light the fake bag on fire
"Your money means nothing!" you say, and you drive away with a fortune
On the radio they talk about you but the station cracks with distortion
And you nod your heard and you nod your head and you nod your head..... and you say:
All talk, no action
All talk, no action
Got a problem do something about it too many people taking not enough leaving not enough shaking
Oh what have I done?
Where am I now?
I'm standing alone in a bathroom stall
My pants are down and my hands are small
What have I done?
Where will I go?
Why don't I know?
Why didn't I just stay home and watch myself on video?
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Pink Panties At Pianos
02:43
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On Friday will I go to your show?
Unlike you I've never been a local hero
Never played a hand at poker
Or gotten drunk with anyone who might abuse it
I barely leave my room, no wonder
Maybe I'm a fool
And on Saturday I might go to your show
I guess I seem pretty selfish
I spent this whole weekend in bed with Michelle
I felt so ugly but she said I was kind and it made her cry
And her tears tasted nice, so I told her
Years ago on Ludlow I played at Pianos
Years ago on Ludlow I played at Pianos
I wore pink panties and I tried to play piano
I didn't document it then but there are those that know
And on Sunday, will I go to your show?
After Michelle went home, Matthew walked out to piss
He said, "no one will remember any of this, it doesn't matter what you miss!"
Then he shut the door
Now it's Monday
I'm listening to an interview with Jarvis Cocker
He's playing a recording of "War is Over" by Scott Walker
Who says to "tell your deepest dark goodbye"
Tell your deepest dark goodbye
And then I smile and try to cry, then I tell them:
Years ago on Ludlow I played at Pianos
Years ago on Ludlow I played at Pianos
I wore pink panties and I tried to play piano
I didn't document it then but there are those that know
There are those that know
There are those that know
There are those that know.....
And there are those who don't
So tell your deepest dark goodbye
Tell your deepest dark goodbye
Tell your deepest dark goodbye
And find out where they sleep at night
Take away the things they hide
Stick a needle in their eyes
Burn them in a room alive
Tell your deepest dark goodbye
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Sometimes I feel like I reside in some ancient tomb
I know all about you all from inside my catacomb
What a strange one's got to do just to find someone to love
Fishing cows planting ducks and eating dirty bugs
Yeah honey I am living with the grandmother
Sometimes I feel like I am an alien
Or a faucet hair process or an Iranian
You know you drag me around like a little baby
Telling me crazy lies
But when I grow up you're gonna be my baby
Cause I am living with the grandmother
Living with the grandmother
She isn't just another girl
She don't like diamonds or pearls
She isn't just another girl
Oh, I'm living...living with the grandmother
Or an anteater Saint Peter hairy salad or something or other
You know I sit around all day just looking through your catalogues
But when I go to sleep at night I dream of little snakes and pretty frogs
Yeah I am
Living with living with the living with the living with the.... grandmother
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Love in the morning and love at night
Tell me the stories that make me laugh
Oh please don't go, please don't go
Just lie down with me
Hanging on wires that lead to you
The breathe of a liar the morning's truth
Oh please don't go, please don't go
Strong arms set me free
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