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About The She / Accentuated Nothing / Aeroplane Angel / A Letter To A Friend / All Girl Band / Alone When She Dies / Analysis, Yes, Very Nice / Anybody / Asha Blake / As I Lie... / A Simple Gesture / Asphyxia By Submersion / Asshole / At The Cannery / At The Crossroads Of Hell / At The End Of The M1 / Austin's Shitty Limits / A Well Earned Reputation / Ayn Rand Is Dead

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z 0-9

About The She

My room with girls on the TV,
They cry, I don't know what it means,
I know that I'm too far away,
I know that I'm too far away,
I know that I'm too far away,
I know that I'm too far away

Another song about the she,
The one who doesn't live with me,
I wish that I was home to stay,
I wish that I was home to stay,
I wish that I was home to stay,
I wish that I was home to stay

Accentuated Nothing

Everybody has a question,
If not an adoring letter,
If not words of disappointment,
I'm being blackmailed with integrity,
I read every word,
I cannot respond,
Letters come from every land,
I’ve got nowhere to run,
I watch my words,
Feel like I'm walking on eggshells,
Every other word could be a case against me

I'm not anybody,
An accentuated nothing,
Your bribes and accusations,
Are a daily reminder

Living in the suburbs,
Says my words changed her life,
I don’t think I’m up for that responsibility,
When she’s disappointed,
I wish I was not alive,
I guess it’s all my fault inadvertently

I have such regret,
On the last years of my life,
The thought of reliving any chapters,
Is a new level of disappointment

I'm not anybody,
An accentuated nothing,
Your bribes and accusations,
Are a daily reminder

Aeroplane Angel

A Letter To A Friend

I want you to know as you lie in that bed,
That I miss you more than any word that I’ve said,
And it meant more to me to touch your forehead,
Than all the talking

I was feeling useless so I had to write it down,
You dreamt of the fields back in my old home town,
I’ll put you on my back and you won’t touch the ground,
You can leave the wheelchair behind

We can go to Silver Lake,
We can get drunk on the plans we made,
Away from the vipers and their yellow cake,
Away from Hollywood and Western

Maybe we don’t need to be so patient,
I’ll quit my job if you quit your medication,
Take the next bus leaving L.A. station,
Your father’s heroes are gone

All Girl Band

I never meant to simplify or even understand,
I was in the back row,
Just trying to watch the band,
Oblivious to currents in performance and opinion,
I guess we all thought they would be proud of the distinction

Maybe I was a pathetic fan,
You don't care and I can live with that,
I just wanted you to understand,
They can never taint you in my eyes,
Maybe I was a pathetic fan,
You don't care and I can live with that,
I just wanted you to understand,
They can never taint you in my eyes

Everything and anything is sometimes in the plan,
They're trying very hard not to understand,
Ulterior motives can go unrealized,
It's a novelty on-stage for them to fetishize

Alone When She Dies

If I could have any expectation,
And looked back a generation,
What would be the case?
My Grandmother died with the mind of a child,
All she did was smile and couldn’t recognize my face

It’s sad but nothing more,
I didn’t feel better than the time I did before,
And in my head the feeling is coming,
Coming closer,
Closer all the time,
Stronger though sublime

Now feel the rain wash away the sin and guilt,
What’s left?
My window pane...,
I write her name in the steam from my breath

My Grandmother on my mom’s side was alone when she died,
With her family that moved away,
Who’s to say my mom’s not the same?
Living across the USA,
Getting old and gray

It’s sad but nothing more,
I didn’t feel better than the time I did before,
And in my head the feeling is coming,
Coming closer,
Closer all the time,
Stronger though sublime

Now feel the rain wash away the sin and guilt,
What’s left?
My window pane...,
I write her name in the steam from my breath

Analysis, Yes, Very Nice

It's simplistic presentation,
Your caustic realization,
Motivation in TV screens,
Vanguards built deliberately,
Feminization on every sex,
Stop, go back, re-read the test,
Feminization on every sex,
You're the anti-Oedipus

Who's remapping moral highways,
New speed limits you crave,
You think you're transforming infinity,
You're just lost in hyper-reality

What was easy to define now becomes so sublime,
What was easy to define you can dismiss as political lies

Sweetest dreams, now go to sleep,
You've dug yourself too deep,
To summize, at all, morality,
Re-write your personality,
Analysis, yes, very nice,
It's changing almost every night,
Analysis, yes, very nice,
Maybe on some other night

Anybody

She's an anybody,
She'll be anybody's anything,
She says "Anything with anyone
Must surely be OK."
She says she wants to have a good time,
I'm somehow skeptical,
Her leopard print winter coat,
Is buttoned up for war

She talks like Julie Christie,
Implied sex and foreign intrigue,
It's the accent that really gets me,
She laughs to make a smile

She never takes her car,
Says it's an excuse to go home,
She complicates her profundity,
With whom she goes to bed,
She says she wants to have some fun,
She's looking out for number one,
With masked affairs in the toilet,
And she's only just begun

She talks like Julie Christie,
Implied sex and foreign intrigue,
It's the accent that really gets me,
She laughs to make a smile

She's an anybody,
A plaything for the anythings,
She says "How can it be wrong,
To have such a nice time?"
Her fishnet crossed legs,
Cross-eyed in the dregs,
She says "My favorite accidents,
Are purely by design."

She talks like Julie Christie,
Implied sex and foreign intrigue,
It's the accent that really gets me,
She laughs to make a smile

Asha Blake

I never sleep, which is no surprise,
And I don't need to justify why I like to see the sunrise

A voice is very close to me,
It happened quite unconsciously,
Now I watch the news religiously

Something about the hair,
Something about the far-off stare,
Makes me think of underwear

In the morning I'm awake,
And I'm watching Asha Blake,
I can't say my life is all mistakes

As I Lie...

As I lie here crushed beneath the wheels of a MUNI bus,
The commuters all around me crane their necks to see,
By the looks on their faces I must be a disgrace,
I can see my bike down the block

As I lie here beneath the wheel it's so surreal,
I can feel the cool Market Street breezes,
I can't feel nothing, I guess it's sobering,
I've never seen this part of Market Street

I've never seen this part of Market Street,
I've never seen this part of Market Street

As I lie here close to death, it's getting serious,
I kinda wish I'd kept that data entry job,
I feel wide awake although things are turning gray,
It's the side effect of dying on Muddy Waters coffee

It's the side effect of dying on Muddy Waters coffee,
It's the side effect of dying on Muddy Waters coffee

A Simple Gesture

No domination,
Just exploitation,
You don't need total control,
When you use us all

Got caught in the rain again late last night,
Couldn't get to sleep so I took the time to write,
Two A.M., let's see what's on TV,
Nothing stopping you and nothing stopping me

And I'm waking up in the noontime sun,
And the late night show is not for everyone

When you read the signs,
You may change your mind,
Your situation may read extinction

I've had three apartments since I last saw you,
I kept your letters,
Your hate mail, I kept too

I saw hail for the first time late last night,
All I can say is I'm glad I was inside,
I re-read your letters so I could feel sad,
For the first time they didn't make me think of times we had

And I'm waking up in the noontime sun,
And the late night show is not for everyone

Got caught in the rain again late last night,
Couldn't get to sleep so I took the time to write,
Two A.M., let's see what's on TV,
Nothing stopping you and nothing stopping me

Asphyxia By Submersion

Asshole

Your brains went black,
When she took back her love,
And put it out into the sun,
The birds did fly,
When the heavens all went dry,
And the cigarettes were smoking by themselves

She'll do anything,
She'll do anything,
She'll do anything,
To make you feel like an asshole

Call her name,
She looks the same as you,
Question marks stretched across her skin,
She dangles carrots,
Makes you feel embarrassed,
To be the fool you know you are

She'll do anything,
She'll do anything,
She'll do anything,
To make you feel like an asshole

At The Cannery

Words are flying at me at the speed of sound,
But the machines are too loud for me to hear,
He's trying hard to demonstrate something,
What it is isn't totally clear,
Six months and it's six A.M.,
I've got a lot of things to ask myself,
Is it really worth the minimum wage,
To risk my sanity and health?

It's history,
It's inevitability,
Cultivating my despair,
I'm not going anywhere

Working at the cannery stacking tin cans,
Why is anybody here?
What are the choices?
Who makes the questions?
Can you define a career?
The working class aren't asking any questions,
Who would have the answers to supply,
The myth of freedom is the crux of the problem,
It defines the existential lie

It's history,
It's inevitability,
Cultivating my despair,
I'm not going anywhere

At The Crossroads Of Hell

A story told in six parts,
Ronin with a baby cart,
When you stand at the crossroads of hell,
There's no need to tell,
Sleep is just a state of mind,
We are dying all the time,
Long ago a choice was made to live for the grave

Silence isn't conservation,
It's a respectful tone,
When it's reciprocated there's nothing anymore,
A Buddhist kills his Master,
This is not aggression,
Enlightened to mortality,
Transcend the cult of one

At The End Of The M1

Austin's Shitty Limits

This is not a one-horse town,
If there’s a sound it might be coming from the underground,
Maybe not,
When it’s hot it’s really, really, really hot,
Drink a shot,
Drink a lot and let your blood start to clot

Think about your friends in the crowd,
There’s a shroud of stupidity that makes us proud and kind of old,
Take it from one who does not know,
Beer and bands will always be bought and sold

You want it,
You need it,
You got it,
Turn off your television, radio,
You want it,
You need it,
You got it,
Turn off your television, radio,
Television, radio,
Television, radio

If you listen to commercial radio,
Any show,
They’ll demonstrate how little that they know,
About the music that makes kids want to shout,
They haven’t noticed that Wilco is totally played out

Austin has at least a million bands with a plan,
To get rich working for the man,
It’s sort of sad,
Maybe not,
Maybe they deserve what they have got

You want it,
You need it,
You got it,
Turn off your television, radio,
You want it,
You need it,
You got it,
Turn off your television, radio,
Television, radio,
Television, radio

A Well Earned Reputation

I take the PATH to the city,
The other three take the chance to sleep,
Lack of the same and I feel shitty,
My commute turns to a creep,
I walk in crowds on dirty streets,
Lack of sleep and swear it burns my eyes,
That's when I get that certain feeling,
Culture shock is only certain surprise

I've been prepared for another world,
Next stop is a party girl,
Her gravity is a trashy suction,
And she needs no introduction,
I get lost in a humid space,
If I can just find St. Mark's Place,
Hey, it's all going down tonight,
Junkie chic has earned the right

Summer's late and so am I,
I sweat down to my toes,
New York City unrefined to my too eager pose,
No time here for naiveté,
It drowns in overstimulation,
Kim's Underground and so blasé,
Suggests a well earned reputation

Ayn Rand Is Dead

Ayn Rand is dead,
So put down your pen,
A whole new generation,
Who pointlessly defend,
Ayn Rand is dead,
And I can not pretend,
To embrace a greed,
Of unnatural stipend

An individual's individual,
So scared that you've turned cynical,
An individual's individual,
So scared that you've turned cynical,
You've turned cynical

Ayn Rand is dead,
But she walks again,
'Til every river dies polluted,
She is the undead,
Ayn Rand is dead,
But she wants revenge,
History will march and die,
Just like her in the end

An individual's individual,
So scared that you've turned cynical,
An individual's individual,
So scared that you've turned cynical,
You've turned cynical

J Church Lyric Book: A

About The She

Accentuated Nothing

Aeroplane Angel

A Letter To A Friend

All Girl Band

Alone When She Dies

Analysis, Yes, Very Nice

Anybody

Asha Blake

As I Lie...

A Simple Gesture

Asphyxia By Submersion

Asshole

At The Cannery

At The Crossroads Of Hell

At The End Of The M1

Austin's Shitty Limits

A Well Earned Reputation

Ayn Rand Is Dead