1. |
Intro
01:48
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Put a coat of paint on your nothing
Put a another color down
Put a little color down on you
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2. |
Miranda
03:12
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Mrs. Miranda Booth
Where's my mamma
You're looking so long of tooth and
This is my drama
Oh my mamma
Mrs. Miranda Booth
closing the store
sipping at vermouth
toasting a war
and what it was for
Hey, where's my momma
(Man you better get up
Man you better get on)
Mrs. Miranda Booth
stuck in this dream
looking to hear the truth
around this theme
or what it seems
Hey, where's my momma
(Man you better get up
Man you better get on)
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3. |
Beautiful
03:50
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Whatever came
of what became of you
will that train ever come
Heard in morning
a whistle blew
but the tracks wouldn't hum
Bright under brown
and orange skies
sun shines onto the steel
Reflecting this
it all belies
what's been under the heel
Beautiful
with trouble shining through the window
Beautiful
Looking out but never been so beautiful
Not a soul need here
to apply
with no work for your hands
Every meaning's
clear
to imply
that this republic can stand
Sedated up to
up to the ears
while my senses grow dull...
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4. |
Amaranth
03:59
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Some magic
prayed on your sins
and made you cut your hair
Some tragic
tirade
you'd been in
made those locks a lot to bear
and no one cared
There was much that you had to see
Punk rock boys and their melodies
See hair dyed amaranth
irony like amaranth
That boy in fantastic shoes
and a Jamaican tape
no joy in elastic views
just when you took a shape
and watched them escape
There was much that you had to know
to avoid the undertow
You saw amaranth
let it go like your amaranth
For that girl who saw
by a stream
wet and cool
a barefoot dream
In my sea
turning amaranth
in the trees light
of amaranth
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5. |
Madder Carmine
04:21
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I'm madder carmine
the color you wish
I'm madder carmine
I'm exploiting my niche
Now is good
now it is time
when you'll see
Now is good
now on your dime
you'll be free
I'm madder carmine
the lesser of two
I'm madder carmine
Better me than you
The good the bad
the devil you know
by your side
Carmine mad
is going to blow
take THIS ride
Life is good
life can be fine
when turned on
life is good
life is a line
then you're gone
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6. |
Titanium White
03:15
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Titanium white
look at the way you lose me
look at the way you choose me
every night
Titanium white
Look at the way you leave me
Look you must believe me
out of sight
outa sight
Titanium white
Titanium white
rats are in the cupboard
where the grapes of wrath are stored
give me your light
give me a light
Titanium white
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7. |
Moonlight Cyanide
03:30
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He barely meant a thing to her
except underwriting furniture
that's for sure
She didn't mean a thing to him
when dancing slow
when lights were dim
a frequent whim
Ooh but what's going wrong
and what took it so long
She couldn't keep appearances
he couldn't keep his preferences
and so he says
Ooh but what's going wrong
and what took it so long
Wisdom flowing from the wine
take the ride
things were fine
'til moonlight cyanide
take the ride
things were fine
'til moonlight cyanide
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8. |
Pauper Blue
03:03
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I don't want to be a loser no more
I don't want to be the shoe in the door
Wallowing 'round in the rain
Swallowing something for pain
I'm a popper
Baby I'm a popper
Fun isn't fun as it used to be
chasing your tale around the buckeye tree
Turning a mineral green
Fighting an aqua marine
From the breeze you draw a wheeze
Every day I'm shaking the tree
every night the tree's shakin' down me
Spelling your name in the soup
REM songs in a loop
You're a proper little popper
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9. |
Intro Reprise
01:54
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Through the window from the sun to me
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10. |
Testosterone Cream
03:52
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Love's a string
to nearly anything
it's errors and exceptions
all entangling
you did your bit
and I must admit
I'm unraveled in the process
and won't submit
Your light is fading
as if far far out to sea
Dream American dreams
in Pyramid schemes
Testosterone cream
Love's a line
where points entwine
comments on the verse of darling clementine
Love's a string to nearly anything
for the script that was strung
I'm tied up in the wings
Dream American dreams
Pyramid schemes
Testosterone cream
From the breeze you draw a wheeze
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11. |
Black
04:49
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You got a troubled stare
you don't look that way
something smells of Mantovani
and it's here to stay
Somewhere you bought a lake
on a map there's a pin
A tow truck for your Maserati
and a nippled manaquin
As black as it comes
as black as it goes
if you can't play ball
you'd better lay low
Every day it looks dark
the pressure falls so low
looking for your apothecary
on Bowery and Ho
How faint the moon
in the late afternoon
Sky of maroon
tell me how high the tune
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12. |
Cocaine Waitress
03:19
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Never found a habit that I can't keep
but you get so lonesome
Could find no solace in my sleep
but I could lose some
Serving day and in night in a tired chain
If I could break through
Your twitching nervous subway veins
well I could take you
You were burning like propane blue
stuck in grease on the floor like glue
cocaine waitress
there's just so much you could do
Looking at your picture until I hate myself
I get so lonesome
A malaise that once ate itself
and I could use some
You were burning like propane blue
stuck in grease on the floor like glue
cocaine waitress
there's just so much you could do
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13. |
Paintbox Theme
02:40
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There's a lady at tea time
a girl's armchair blue
A child in an orange dress
that draws the radium through
You opened up your paintbox
I think I went color blind
You opened up that paintbox
I think I 'bout changed my mind
She pants in the hot steam
pried through the haze
where children with parrots
once filled her days
You opened up that paintbox
I think I went color blind
You opened up that paintbox
I think I 'bout changed my mind
Ahhhh Cassatt ahhhh
The dancers all regret him
and his fragile stare
the bitter antisemite
with a Parisian flair
You opened up that paintbox
I think I went color blind
You opened up that paintbox
I think I 'bout changed my mind
Ahhhh Degas ahhhh
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Brian Stevens New Milford, Connecticut
I am an alien that was sent to earth to study humans and report my findings to minister Zolumb on the planet Yat. To fit in with other middle aged men in my area, I took up pretending to make music. Enjoy.
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