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Nothing But A Blur From A Bullet Train Lambchop Wearing a halo of mist Glowing pink and purple In the afternoon light Sprawling from a hub They gave way to patches of green The wine colored country Unfolded as we tumbled into our rooms And our travel Nashville Parent Lambchop But it just looks plain cold from the bottle Another part of the ritual standing in the kitchen Arms are braced against the counter swallowing like mercury down the drain And the neighbors have been drinking Four Pounds In Two Days Lambchop They say you walk around As if a ghost had crossed your path And turned into a reading material And as it happens to be chosen From the torn or taffeta You're frozen in the contemplation of a win Okay, Each Time I Bring It Up It Seems To Bring You Down Lambchop to your room And lay me on the bed Looking at the stamps That slowly you've collected The impression that was made As you frequently do fly Dripping on the dock You shiver from the cold You're looking A Day Without Glasses Lambchop takes the sum of all the kindness And the whole of all the guilt I scramble our affection like some eggs There are things I want to tell you But sometimes I get confused Still I try to make a mental I Would Have Waited Here All Day Lambchop There are dishes in the sink this morning They remind me of a dream There are coffee cups and empty glasses I laid next to a wet sponge I casually accept the image As something that I've seen I'm Steve Mcqueen Lambchop alright by me How come we never say what it is that we want to say Is this just another way to be mean Mean, mean Not Steve McQueen or free of worry And if you never have the need to look the other way But Crackers Lambchop Crackers spoil In the California sun Autumn leaves But she never said where she was going In your heart Your mind grow dumb You feign surprise to learn that That's where babies come from Remove The Rise And Fall Of The Letter P Lambchop Well it started out intimate enough She was hardly convinced of this And nothing was right with out it And every thing, I mean every thing's unclean How long is the right to suffer And nothing impresses Grumpus Lambchop Oh what's the matter with the boy Oh did he really have to be so sure But you're not thinking ride around without a sound Restless boy in restless town and you commence to Drinking a bottle up, a bottle Bullet Train Stacey Kent we\'re in And this town outside the window Looks like the one that we just passed They call us the bullet train But it feels like we\'re not moving Though I know we must be moving Yes I know we Short Lambchop Here's a little story 'bout regret Doesn't have an ending, it's not finished yet But from what I know this far it's just a peep at who we are And an incomplete sentence that you said Now it's time The Old Gold Shoe Lambchop southern bliss Pured upon like caramel And garnished with some crushed pecans To grow is not to grind To mope is not to mind The old cap The geezer The 15 second teaser Behold and you know Everyone's a The Distance From Her To There Lambchop So shy tonight I'm told you were, I'm in the thick Of it, I've been a dick with it you're just not used To it Am I'm alright well, as you were there's no use for This it's not a theater kiss more like The Butcher Boy Lambchop she went upstairs to make her bed and not a word to her mother said her mother went upstairs too saying oh daughter my daughter what troubles you oh mother oh mother i can not tell that butcher that butcher Up With People Lambchop Yes there comes a booming sound It used to come from underground Now it emanates From a kind of welfare state Of the soul Yeah baby of the soul And of the sweet sweet soul Let's be certain Of the deliberate The Book I Haven't Read Lambchop The crickets cry tonight Here comes your girl The showers fall tonight It's a rainy world The shivers on the spine Could be what we had in mind Remember all the times we said We could be we should be in Paperback Bible Lambchop I'd like to buy a good Used paperbacked living bible And I've got some things That I'd like to put on out there Like a pony cart and an old bird bath A kitchen sink and a rocking chair You can turn What Else Could It Be? Lambchop It's the bad way you feel today Brush the dog as you walk away Oh, there it is baby You know that they feel the same But they wave as you turn away Got your mind but you Cannot stay So baby, you say what Theme From An Imaginary Film Blur What if I told you I love you What if I called you in rhythm In this world there's nothing left Well nothing that's new What if I told you without Loving is simply a lie Although she moves I Haven't Heard A Word I'Ve Said Lambchop The right of callous goes to malice Molder in the grave The scene to witness inner fitness Leaves without a wave To turn about inside the outer Layer that we save Becomes apparent when we wear it Such Beers Before The Barbican Lambchop In a life that's wrong and hung around I'd probably wet myself with all the talk Think of me as serious or slightly disappointed I'm not looking to defend this attitude Your dress is perfect Your Theme From An Imaginary Film (2012 Remaster) Blur What if I told you I love you What if I called you in rhythm In this world there's nothing left Well nothing that's new What if I told you without Loving is simply a lie Although she moves into the night Action Figure Lambchop I heard a rumor that I'm sad Or at least that I feel bad Whoever said that doesn't know I'm pretty sure that I don't know And if a case was made for this Could it be something that we missed Let's let Bullet Grand Avenue She’s like a bullet, Waiting to shoot me Waiting to thrill me Oh wanted to thrill me Just liquid and lose it I’ve ‘self seen it I need to believe it, I need to feel it It’s these broken times Prepared [2] Lambchop evening had arranged the night before She noticed her pale cheeks As were seen through haggard eyes That suggested conversation in the morning I have reached and scraped and borrowed I have all but The Petrified Florist Lambchop A goofy Libra a drafty car I do believe I've stepped on my guitar A borrowed bender a liver ends until you've seen it it's really just pretend A coward's trade a careful foray against the blade a patent Fear Lambchop Words turn into flowers into paper into plastic cups that tie around a figure that was planted in the snow. The Decline Of Country And Western Civilization Lambchop ugly to me Now insurance of the past is gone away And how they've overcome the weakness For the altered statements And hey, you know we're dressed like that And hey, that's rather silly And hey, I made a Into Another Blur It starts feeling now It makes no inference of difference It still won't see it's his Faint from lack of air It makes a whistle with a twistle But no one can hear Didn't stay long