1. |
Bastard Child
02:06
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Bastard child of the Motor City,
I'm the last living member of the welcome committee
(It's a) city made of glass, going nowhere fast, going nowhere
nowhere
Blue collar blood-ties, standing there tongue-tied
Standin' in yo plaid skirt beggin' for a lil'
insubordination
in stead of a
math equation
it's Catholic guilt
by association
Toledo, Toledo
Clogged pores, mold spores
Neighborhood race wars
Toledo, Toledo
Aw, ya send me to Toledo, Toledo, Toledo
Darling, you, darling you send me, honest you do
honest you do
honest you do
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2. |
Street Waves (Pere Ubu)
03:27
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I ride a street wave right by her side
And I can hear the city city comin' 'round
The things I say hit the air and seem to fall apart
And I can see the faces faces fallin' down
And then I'm gone, gone, gone by her heart
I get a picture of what it'll be like
I turn the channel round to Channel 43
I see electricity jump and spark
I see electricity uh real and stark
And then I'm gone, gone, gone by her heart
I ride a street wave right by her side
And I can hear the city city comin' 'round
The things I say hit the air and seem to fall apart
And I can see the faces faces fallin' down
And then I'm gone, gone, gone by her heart
And then I'm gone, gone, gone by her heart
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3. |
Gas Station Exclusive
03:11
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HIGH low brow beaters
HIGH bottom-feeders
HIGH low rent breeders
HIGH-GH
One step forward and two steps back,
I am a creature of bad habits
One step forward and two steps back,
I am a creature of bad habits
I grind my teeth down to the gums,
we've had our fill and we've had our fun
I grind my teeth down to the gums,
we've had our fill and we've had our fun
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4. |
Confirmation Name
03:56
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I'm wearing my mother's face,
for the rest of my life
I'll never know how it feels to be somebody's wife
Could you do me any better?
Spare me no judgement in a hand-written letter
Living's never enough for you
this dance is not a pas-de-duex
I've got a dead saint to live up to
I didn't forget my people,
born to a Catholic skin
A world of guilt and shame
I've no fear of sin
Can you say the same?
Can you? Can you ou ou?
Living's never enough for you
this dance is not a pas-de-duex
I've got a dead saint to live up to
How big of you to speak to me,
after I speak my mind,
our best in intentions they come,
come off so unkind
Could do me any better?
Spare me no judgement in a hand-written letter
Living's never enough for you
this dance is not a pas-de-duex
I've got a dead saint to live up to
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5. |
Mr. Goddamn
03:09
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6. |
Novena
05:46
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7. |
Sex Beat (Gun Club)
02:57
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Johnny's got a light in his eyes
And Shirley's got a light on her lips
Jakes got a monkey shine on his head
And Debra Ann's got a tiger in her hips
They can twist and turn, they can move and burn
They can throw themselves against the wall
But they creep for what they need
And they explode to the call
And then they move, move
Sex beat, go
They're stupid like I told ya
Very stupid like ya saw
Very stupid as the simple thought
Of ever thinking at all
And all their mind, all their soul
All their bodies, all we know
All the things that shoulda made us whole
All the colorless security
Was all that someone could go
And move, move
Sex beat, drop
And yes, you do look cool
Inside the floodlights so blue
You make my tropical apartment's bed
Your sacrificial pool
My body in the water
And my heart is in your hand
So this is the way you choose
To send me to the judgment land
So you can't move, move
Ooh, sex beat, go
And every day I agree
You throw me down by the Christmas tree
I watched your lights blink on and off
While you start your fun with me
I, I know your reasons
And I, I know your goals
We can fuck forever
But you will never get my soul
So you can move, so you can move
So you cannot move
So you can move, so you can
Ooh, sex beat
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DANA Columbus, Ohio
avant-garage from the Ohio's capital city
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