1. |
Gamblin Woman Rock
02:33
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beer cans in the yard under the snow
still have summer's kisses down their throats
and I drank them so chastely now I don't know what I'm saying
look how that eternal light shine
upon all of us from behind the blinds
and I just wanted to lift the cover but it made a sinner out of me
well if the betting was good I'd bet what I could
I could gamble for anything
anything I get I won't keep long
just as long as it keeps me in the betting
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2. |
Some Things
02:54
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some things are beautiful like headbangers in slo mo
or a tear made of beer that rolled down my breast
as I watch you watch it go
I wish I was on the road
I wish I was no one
that could turn into a someone
or make something where there once was none
but I should know better
than to fool around
I should know by now
just then Paradise came stumbling into the room
to say I have come here from the avenue
and I'm going back now
some things are natural like a cursing kiss
from the precipice that can only let go
and I let go, let go, let go
I let go
but I should know better
than to fool around
I should know by now
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3. |
Big Hit
04:06
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I am a songbird
in an old t-shirt
I am the aftertaste of a good time
I'll never be the same
it's after midnight on the AM waves
and there's a big hit playing
you are the ace of spades
in the backseat of a Mercedes
you are the sly glance
up a short skirt on roller skates
you are the motel burning down because of an old flame
while there's a big hit playing
you are like Hollywood
and I'm like a dinner plate
you eat something off of it
and then let it sit for days
and you know I'm not the kind to complain
while there's a big hit playing
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4. |
I Do What I Want
03:23
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dreamy whatevers
with flesh all a-clatter
asking for sugar
I know, whatever
I do what I want
loser, baby
come on, hit me
my lover is faking
and I don't care
'cause I'm lazy
I do what I want
wasted lover
it's only a matter
of time once it's in me
I do what I want
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5. |
Later At The Party
04:39
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between my friends
and knock offs in the limelight
I took a hand
and went into the spotlight
and I never came back again
to get behind
a good set of headlights
and look back one time look back only one time
only one time I'm looking back
but it was later at the party that would never stop
I started making up boring stuff
long time coming it feels wrong to know
the stars made a constellation
then crossed me and my baby
but it was later at the party that would never stop
I started making up boring stuff
if it feels that good I would never stop
I started making up boring stuff
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6. |
The Final Frontier
02:30
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I woke up from a dream
and forgot who I was
at the final frontier of who I was
because
I forgot who I was
'cause I forgot who I was
well it must have been
the voodoo in me
that made me sing the voodoo in me
oh me
it must have been
the voodoo in me
doggone my bad luck soul
the wild thing wants me for it's own
and I can't say no
that wild thing
that wild thing
there's no hiding that wild thing
the thing
there's no hiding
that wild wild thing
doggone my bad luck soul
the wild thing wants me for it's own
and I can't say no
I can't say no
I can't say no
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7. |
Wishing Well
03:47
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it's late at night
and there's more empties in here
than there is beer, alright
it's late as hell
but you can tell
I've had more wishes in me than a wishing well
and all the shooting stars are
falling in me like
falling in me like
blood in moonshine
like blood in moonshine
like blood in moonshine
if you were the junkyard
and I am the car
making a getaway
in the night
I let a dream go through me
as all the bottles were emptied
and I had the power
and it's tones rang in me
and it started to work
but the working wasn't free
but the working was the answer
it took the fucking magic out of me
it took the fucking magic out of me
it took the fucking magic out of me
I could drink the blood but what would
it do if I drink the blood
what would it do if I drink the blood
if I drink the blood what would it do
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8. |
Song of the World
03:23
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said one constellation to another
this is the world
this is the song of the world
the washing machines make love
the microwaves hum
and the TVs talk
and the showers drip
the roommates sing
and I watched as it became
but it never became anybody
so I just might
be the first
to let it become
me
no vacancy
no vacancy
no vacancy
no vacancy
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