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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 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 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 Each Time I Bring It Up It Seems To Bring You Down Lambchop Hobbled by the fact That there must be a problem Confident that there's a trace Of honor that we share So let's begin again And let's not try to answer With subtle irony Instead of common sense Take me Prepared [2] Lambchop She was standing by her mirror Brushing out her curls and braids That evening had arranged the night before She noticed her pale cheeks As were seen through haggard eyes That suggested conversation Women Help To Create The Kind Of Men They Despise Lambchop Women help to create the kind of men they despise Misery is often apparent of some affecting touches That were composed under her name Or, the dignity of criticism increases the confusion in men Her heart 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 Action Figure Lambchop cat out of the bag Let's let the neighborhood go bad It take some time but there you go It takes a lot of guts to show The silly side of who we are As if we'd ever go that far So we can put the watch 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 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 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 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 Something's Going On Lambchop "There so much I want to know In every day in every notice The hour it is going slow So how am I to show this And I've got this feeling Something's going on Wake up in a kinda sweat Fingers slightly numb 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, 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 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 Fear Lambchop Words turn into flowers into paper into plastic cups that tie around a figure that was planted in the snow. 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 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 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 Steve Mcqueen Lambchop And if I never live to see another day Oh, I guess that have to be 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 The Old Gold Shoe Lambchop The gold stereo Stretches out the sound Turns the plates until they're rounded The whole that you know Gets closer to the ground Closer to that thing you found For all our massive brains To call on choked 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 The Decline Of Country And Western Civilization Lambchop Well, I hate Nathan Bedford Forrest He's the featured artist in the devils chorus And damn they're looking ugly to me Damn they're looking ugly to me And they say put an end to all your joking And you You Masculine You Lambchop The shape of the sun ah, pretty ways pretty ways and Things to come When this day is done you will collapse collapse into The funnel of my arms And as always they're not strong And as always you Do believe 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 I Hate Candy Lambchop And I hate candy But I like rain And I like substance To tickle my brain And I'd like to see you And I'd like to say That I can't wait To see you today Wheres my little trouble girl? Distance Hawaiian6 What's the distance from your heart to you? Silence, it whispers in my ear. There are some questions in my pocket. There is soundless rain. Glove. Universe. A spiral of life.