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So Long, Absalom
05:13
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Me missing her is like nostalgia for the war
You get bored always fighting for your corps
Absalom, god damn, Absalom
She’s still waiting for 2004
So was I but not anymore
Absalom, god damn, Absalom
Goodbye, Wild Horses & hello Vietnam
So long, Absalom
“Who's your mortician? That shirt come in your size?”
She had an alligator grin but no laughter in her eyes
There was murder in her eyes
“Won’t you look at us, we haven’t changed a bit
“May have gone a bit grey but, hey, who gives a shit”
Well, who gives a shit?
God damn, Absalom
Goodbye, Wild Horses & hello Vietnam
So long, Absalom
You’re the song I don’t sing anymore
The dried hydrangea I hide in the bottom desk drawer
You’re Wild Horses
We all love someone we don’t truly know
Follow them till they reach a place we can’t go
But I loved you so, god damn, I loved you so
Goodbye, Wild Horses & hello Vietnam
So long, Absalom
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Deathstar over the dashboard
This time I’m screwed
Girl, I could hate so much
But never hate you
Don’t know where you go
Don’t know where you’ve been
My friend with the tarot pack
And candle glow skin
Don’t forget about us
Never learned how to dance
Guess it’s too late now
I’ve got my blue vendettas
You’ve got your vows
Run off with a smoker’s cough
And a cross on your chest
Would’ve liked to have lived my life in
The patterns of your summer dress
Don’t forget about us
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Satanic Summer Nights
06:30
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Ubermensch underground product of experiment
Spilling wine in an incense tenement
Bless the road so long so black
That brought us here that’ll bring us back
In a game with no rules
Bleached moon torn from a skeleton
Rented rooms for private rebellions
Daybreak dump truck still drunk blues
The ghost of sheets is looking for her shoes
It’s a game with no rules
I just tilt my wings
I just pack my things
She packed her things tried to make conversation
Like a well-intentioned friend
If I’d known what we’d been fighting for
I’d never have gone to war
Paul quit smoking through hypnosis
Now she wants to try that with me
Paul was her ex and then I was next
And now who’s it going to be?
She moved her things to her brothers
And her brothers going to Spain
With some girl who wears too much makeup
No, I never can remember her name
She looks like Amanda Summers
That girl who crashed in my room
We’d put the bed by the window
And blow smoke rings at the moon
It’s another girl, another world today
Amanda Summers is far, far, far away
Far, far, far away
She said “I hate you” with such grace
You’d never know it was the end of times
To look at that face
So I threw down my leather jacket
And quit the Ramones
We’d been in the van too long
It was time to go back home
Summertime for the Sodomites
We dance the dance
We do the rites
Satanic Summer Nights
It’s these self-deceptions, my pretty friend
That truly fuck with me in the end
So I jumped into the swimming pool
A cannonball, a Brian Jones
Saying “I don’t want to play sitar anymore
“I’m leaving the Rolling Stones”
Summertime for the Sodomites
I’m losing my wife
You say I was untrue, but, hey
You ruined my life, you ruined my life, you ruined my life
Far, far, far away
Amanda
Summertime for the Sodomites
Do what thou wilt
Do whatever you like
Satanic Summer Nights
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Haunted Suburban Train
03:13
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She slept on my peacoat
On the haunted suburban train
I watched every headlight
Like I was 15 again
If my youth doesn’t leave much for you
Sorry but what can I do
She said “hey amigo
“Got change for the soda machine?
“Let's get a cherry coke chaser
For this half pint stashed in my jeans”
Your youth doesn’t leave much for me
Sorry for all I can’t see in you
Under lamppost halos
We searched for brighter lights
In every bad kids backpack
Was a reason to leave home that night
If the child is father of the man
Remind me just which one I am
Everything's dancing on the haunted suburban train
I’m barely breathing
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Bunny's Girl
03:11
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Feeling like her mother’s daughter
Cursed the city, payed $5 toll
She comes to the city to see Bunny & me
With her IOU’s & rain-wet shoes
She gives me the rain-wet blues
She comes to the city to see Bunny & me
Here she comes in the headlights glow
Here she comes
Everybody knows me and Bunny’s girl
She’s the girl on the stairs reading dirty questionnaires
With the rain-wet hair
She comes to the city to see Bunny & me
It keeps on falling but I never feel the rain
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Zombie, USA
03:15
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Me and my girl got drunk in the rain
Got soaking wet, didn’t feel a thing
We love it here in Zombie USA
Never felt better than I do today
A zombie in zombie USA
Take my soul, take my mind
Just don’t take this good time
Keeps on falling but I never feel the rain
The cities satanic streets serpentine
She put her hand in my mind
We danced across Zombie USA
In the skateboard noise she said “deja vu”
In the twilight dim where pigeons flew
They flew away, they flew away, they flew away
Never felt better than I do today
A zombie in zombie USA
Take my soul, take my mind
Just don’t take this good time
Keeps on falling but I never feel the rain
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Motel Lights
04:37
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I’ve been firing bb’s into cans
Listening for the cracking of a shell
You know me and you know me well
I’ve been looking for a light to shine
In this dark motel
I have known the warmth of your blanket
And I have heard the birds that sing in your yard
I know you always try so hard
I’ve been looking for a light to shine on this dreary boulevard
Where the traffic lights get hazy
And all the colors blur into green
You almost think that you’re going crazy
And can’t even trust what you’ve seen
God, this plane is bleak
Where we all have a name no one dare speak
I know that you can’t be weak
But I’ve been looking for a light to shine
On your other cheek
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1,716 Saturday Nights
02:39
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See her smile the ghosts of sheets
Swimming eyes and wine-stained teeth
The girl’s alright
I’m looking like old Robert Smith
By way of Huckleberry Finn
It’s been a long night
Drugs: what do they do for me?
Acoustic guitars and tambourines
1,716 saturday nights
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I Wanna Be Your Ghost
03:58
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I don’t care if you ever take me back
In your heart or in your sack
For I’d rather be your ghost
The one that haunts your memories most
Me, I’ve only got one good friend
But seems she no longer cares
I’ve known nothing but earthquake weather
Since her last footfall on the stairs
The bartender played “Landslide” all night
I cried “have mercy, even drunks have rights”
Felt like a photograph, stuck in a pose
(dressed in a stranger’s clothes)
With oblivion an inch from my nose
(honky tonkin’, I suppose)
Baby, I wanna be your ghost
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I got a trick to make it through the night
It’ll be alright
I know a way to make it through the day
It’ll be ok
Well, hey, alright
Always such a bore
Well, hey, alright
You can’t stand it anymore
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Windowless Room
03:14
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Wintering in a windowless room
At the end of the city proper
It has a charm, an antique gloom
Well, I’m through with puppy love
The dirty rug and frying smell
I’m told it’s the first ring of Hell
The bastard son become the man undone
There are many and I am one
“No one’s love, no one’s heir”
I’m through with teenage kicks
Built my world with mud and sticks
When I couldn’t buy the bricks
Hard to laugh at 3AM
When you look into the eyes of your own best friend
And he says “whatever happened to you?”
Holed up in my rented room
Put my affairs in order
But I need a friend in the government
To get me through the border
There is fire in the well
Here in the first ring of Hell
Lost in the twilight dim
With the window shoppers
I sometimes still think of you
At the end of the city proper
With tenements in endless facsimile
Slow traffic and barren trees.
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Donovan Quinn San Francisco, California
"I think probably my life would have gone differently if I had been able to afford a surfboard." -- Bobby Beausoleil from a prison cell in California.
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