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2-Headed Girl
06:27
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2-headed girl, come to me
Your lonely days are gone
Tall suns may blind four eyes
But watch me be the only one
2-headed girl, come with me
Put the demon off to bed
Let her dream of blood-slit skies
While we color her sheets red
Oh baby, can't you see
I know it's real, it's got to be
Watch it rear its head
2-headed girl
2-headed girl
You and me, with your friend
Can ride the world out to its end
2-headed girl, stay with me
Our end is surely near
One of you’s playing tea for three
I still don't want nobody else, dear
Oh baby, don't you know
Without a spark, it won't show
Feel the flames appear
2-headed girl
2-headed girl
You and me, with your friend
Can ride the world out to its end
You and me, with your friend
Can ride the world out to its end
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2. |
Bon Voyage
03:15
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You waited for the right moment
Prophets become fools of today
The time for moments has passed away
When the seas cook
Will you steal daddy's car
Will you cash out, sit back
Watch the world burn from afar
(bon voyage, baby)
Turn any corner
They're hanging the razor above you and me
Anybody on the street knows it's wrong
But they're hedging their bets, betting
Against a setting sun
And the chance to set sail has gone
They left you and yours adrift
With the stars a mystery again
When the seas cook
Will you steal daddy's car
Will you cash out, sit back
Watch the world burn from afar
When the seas cook
Will you steal daddy's car
Will you cash out, sit back
Watch the world burn from afar
Will you still be singing
With the lid shut on your jar
(bon voyage, baby)
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3. |
8-Ball Sam
04:45
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Who's that I hear talking behind me
As I dream these days away
No-one remembers back when
I was the king of the town
When a man could throw his weight around
Here comes that weary traveler
Dragging in the dust off his feet
'Say my name say my name say my name,
Say baby I love you'
But I still remember
Someday that day will come
When the song you're singing,
Will be your swan song
And no-one else will sing along
Hot rods and señoritas in the shade
Where the supports of mini malls decay
My girl sang the words, never knowing
All Camaros ride a road to ruin
Here comes that noise again
Dragging in the dust off its feet
'Started from the bottom now we're here,
From the bottom now my whole team fucking here'
But I still remember
Someday that day will come
When the song you're singing,
Will be your swan song
And no-one else will sing along
8-Ball Sam, you ain't to blame
8-Ball Sam, plays a losers game
Extend your palm
You have come to your last refrain, my friend
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Home is where my old debts live
Whitey don't know the word "forgive"
Over there where my regrets sit
But here they greet you with a kiss
Through the Chrysanthemum Door
Find my Ruby on the third floor
See her after the boys all stagger home
For that sweetness you're craving for
Hanging with A-Yi (阿姨) and all of her friends
Always yours, dear
Hung up on the stairs when the morning comes
Blacked out on beer
I'm a liar bored with his yarn
A gambler tired of easy fun
This time, let this dog have his day
Here... at the edge of the western world
Meet me under the neon signs
With glowing eyes, boy toys
Fish where the choi (菜) gather like koi
Where they cheer the last cowboy
Sing-song girls under each arm
See sai lou (細佬) at the break of dawn
Here at the Kowloon they won't care
Long as I'm packing hardware
Under the marquee there is no disguise
You hide your pain
And in the night time that madman's blue eyes
Comes out again
I'm a liar bored with his yarn
A gambler tired of easy fun
This time, let this dog have his day
Here... at the edge of the western world
Under the marquee there is no disguise
You hide your pain
And in the night time that madman's blue eyes
Comes out again
Little girls, with them blonde curls
Dance around, like halogen pearls
Please, let this dog have his day
Here... at the edge of the western world
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5. |
The Whaler's Song
06:18
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Here at the top of the world
We are waiting for the signs
Here at the top of the world
Holding out for the right time
And here in the ship of the world
We watch the whales from the bay
Here at the edge of the world
Little bleeding monster at play
And their bodies come wash up
Where blue & green turns black
And we’re watching it all
There at the top of the world
Now the sun is closing down
We're all hitting the street
Daggers in our hands, bleeding to the ground
Reaching for the dust at our feet
Those of you who once knew
But now hang unsure
Will pay all we owe
For debts spent long ago
There at the top of the world
There at the top of the world
We didn't know any better
There at the top of the world
We didn't know any better
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Vegetable
03:43
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If you feel vines over you
And you're gunning
But you're falling
Oh it could be
Something that you'll never know
Watch it all grow under you
And you're hiding
But you're running
Oh it could be
Something that you'll never know
And now it's happening again
Pull it by its root
And you're able
Are you willing
Oh it could be
Something that you'll never know
Feel how it holds you so tight
And you're wheezing
Without reason
Oh it will be
Something that you'll never know
And now it's happening again
Pull it by its root
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7. |
Ghosts of You
07:37
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Ride down on Scenic to the beach
Keep that bottle in the bag
Just until we hit the sand
Where the road goes blank
Well, you should know it's not yours to keep
So wait 'till late in the day
When the blues run deep
You'll see it's everything they say
Distant lights across the bay
You are what hides there
Without a face or skin
You are footprints left behind
In the dark
Here come those El Diablo winds again
The ghosts of my life, blew wilder than the wind
And it struck me, I know that time flew
Now coming back to me in waves
It's just trash off the piers
That such pitiless water takes
Well, I should have known it was always you
Out there where figures rise from the sea
In a haze then disappear
I know I'm not the man I used to be
From those days on the quay
You are what hides there
(these ghosts of you)
Without a face or skin
(these ghosts of you)
You are footprints left behind
(these ghosts of you)
In the dark
You are what hides there
(these ghosts of you)
Without a face or skin
(these ghosts of you)
You are footprints left behind
(these ghosts of you)
In the dark
(these ghosts of you)
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