Down To This Soul Coughing

You come down to this.

Soundtrack To Mary Soul Coughing

Easy places to get away to. Easy limbs languid all around you. All my time is Dirt on your hands. Fingers drifting Down my spine now. Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall. Soundtrack to Mary.

True Dreams Of Wichita Soul Coughing

Signal got lost to the satellite Got lost in the Rideup to the Plungedown; Man sends the ray of the electric light Sends the impulse Through the air Down to home And you can stand On the arms Of the Waynesburg

Soft Serve Soul Coughing

The body like soft serve, dripping down in the June sun, I tried to shoot a thought, but the thought sunk. Nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt and Watch the water roll down.

Maybe I'll Come Down Soul Coughing

Dumb bah did du dumb I need time to scrounge the rent, need time to contemplate the accident I got to drag my ass to now, how did I come to stop here?

Collapse Soul Coughing

Well the soil is rich Competition fat Ripe and vulnerable Oozing from the slats And too cash-heavy, bloated Sitting there all puckered up Index of numbers is Scrolling upscreen, scrolling up Smash it down

Circles Soul Coughing

When you were languishing in rooms I built to foul you in And when the wind set down in funnel form and pulled you in I don't need to walk around in circles When the ghostly dust of violence traces everything

Lazybones Soul Coughing

When all the limbs are numb and clean, and you're in transit, dream to dream, I'll drift there to meet you, lazybones.

Pensacola Soul Coughing

Oh pride is not a sin, And that's why I have gone on down to Wal-Mart With my checkbook to get you some.

Super Bon Bon (Propellerheads Radio Edit Ver.) Soul Coughing

When you were languishing in rooms I built to file you in, And when the wind set down in funnel form and pulled you in [chorus] I don't need to walk around in circles, Walk around in circles, walk around

Blueeyed Devil Soul Coughing

Born to be a God among Salesmen. Working the skinny tie. Slugging down fruit juice. Extra tall extra wide. 33 degrees Six hundred and sixty six Dig digging it, come on. Moving door to door to door.

300 Soul Coughing

Lifting me up like a garage door I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on I know you Lord are a jealous lord I know the tablet is your competition And I need for you to be reasonable How much?

The Idiot Kings Soul Coughing

Oh I could be Condemned to Hell for every sin but littering. I could Slip on the East River and crash into Queens all skittering. I've seen the Cops and the robbers, and I know they dance the same.

Screenwriter's Blues Soul Coughing

Everything is going up Everything is going as planned, yeah Everything moves along Everything is fine, fine, fine Oh I could be Condemned to Hell for every sin but littering I could Slip on the East River

City Of Motors Soul Coughing

Ran down java street and formed a pool. Manuela saw the moon in there. Manuela saw the moon in there. I hear a rumbling. I hear transmission grind. I bear witness. I have the clutch now.

Monster Man Soul Coughing

Stop hitching the monster man It was a bad plan, but I had to get to town Unbitten, but the way I found it was a hand came down And pow, I got illuminated That's why I have got my mind in my own Hand over

Janine Soul Coughing

Janine, I drink you up, Janine, Janine, I sing, If you were the Baltic Sea and I were a cup, uh huh, Varick Street and I drove South, With my hands on the wheel and your taste in my mouth, Janine, Jesus to

Blame Soul Coughing

Blame Is the cure Cure anything Throw the rudder down Throw the rudder down Broad Latitude Broad latitude Throw the rudder down Throw the rudder down

White Girl Soul Coughing

At random, surpenting Throught fatty coils, emerging some other thought it's thinking this light stands above the houses on the ground this illumination visited upon the whole land unmarked helicopters

The Incumbent Soul Coughing

A jaw-grind, disposistion to a panic attack On this side the incumbent And who quoth There's only one everything Red sucker mouth

Fully Retractable Soul Coughing

Shooed out like a house fly This house was half my mind I don't dispute the doubts you've outlined But it's my right to waste your time These things May come to be and these things won't kill me and these

Houston Soul Coughing

I met a girl on roller skates Ahe had a spare bag, she had lost some weight Where I used to work, she was a waitress She proposed a trade, it was generous She's gone to Houston, feel like I'm floating

Unmarked Helicopters Soul Coughing

Whoses song id that remembered at random serpentane Foofetic coils emerging Some other thought is thinking This light stands above the houses on the ground This illumination visited upon the whole land

Paint Soul Coughing

Muslim baritones idle with their hands down. And the gat that fattens your jacket pocket Plugs slugs in vain Through the body of the immaterial witness.

Sleepless Soul Coughing

exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers jewels cleaving skin between breasts your cadillac reads 400 horses over blue lines you are going to Recida to make love to a model from Ohio whose real

Screenwriters Blues Soul Coughing

exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers jewels cleaving skin between breasts your cadillac reads 400 horses over blue lines you are going to Recida to make love to a model from Ohio whose real

16 Horses Soul Coughing

from the lawn She went over s like the river was a dream, dream Over s like the river was a dream, dream She came pushing sixteen She came pushing sixteen horses Two rings, two rings, two rings, clamp down

Moon Sammy Soul Coughing

Automatically your mind goes down the stairwell to the chair; your body says Moon Sammy, can you come back? Strum it. Moon Sammy washes. In the sink. Below the sink. There is a drain.

Mr Bitterness Soul Coughing

Automatically your mind goes down the stairwell to the chair; your body says Moon Sammy, can you come back? Strum it. Moon Sammy washes. In the sink. Below the sink. There is a drain.

Disseminated Soul Coughing

Chocodile And ever since then, I got disseminated The Jupiter Moon, I got disseminated The Average Man, I got disseminated It's a self-fulfilling prophecy Toots Hibbert At the wrong prom Serves a beat down

Bus To Beelzebub Soul Coughing

As for my single self I had as life not be as live To be in awe of such a thing as I myself As for my own concern I had as think to think As keep on thinking not so hard as for the brain to burn And at

Bus To Beelzebug Soul Coughing

Get on to the bus That's gonna take you back to Beelzebub Get on to the bus That's gonna make you stop going rub a dub Your words burn the air Like the names of candy bars Your mouth is cold and red All

Super Bon Bon(Propellorheads mix) Soul Coughing

If I stole Somebody else's wave To fly up. If I rose Up with the avenue Behind me. Some kind of verb. Some kind of moving thing. Something unseen. Some hand is motioning to rise, to rise, to rise.

Super Bon Bon Soul Coughing

If I stole Somebody else's wave To fly up. If I rose Up with the avenue Behind me. Some kind of verb. Some kind of moving thing. Something unseen. Some hand is motioning to rise, to rise, to rise.

Uh, Zoom Zip Soul Coughing

Zoom zip and uh wake up, uh zoom zip My eye like a noisegate the number 8 frustrate and I roll to the floor fruit to the fruit to the core of a spheroid embedded in my skull the round the zero the symbol

Misinformed Soul Coughing

It is like a burden to the beat, to the long gone. I was once misinformed about your intentions. Were you right to burn the rock star? Were you right to drop the roster?

Rolling Soul Coughing

I've gotta get a new balm I've gotta get a tight tension on I've got to slip it up until the rush gets gone I've got to feel it with the hot mind on I'm rolling Hey Norman was it thrown with a broken arm

St. Louise Is Listening Soul Coughing

I stopped the thought before it's drip became insistent I rubbed it out and loved the spot where it was missing She's widely known the only maquereau that pays her taxes I got to box her for the money,

I Miss The Girl Soul Coughing

How many cans must I stack up To wash you out of my mind, Out of my consciousness? How many times must I cash out To bring you back the check, fat Off of my slenderness? She says

How Many Cans Soul Coughing

How many cans must I stack up To wash you out of my mind, Out of my consciousness? How many times must I cash out To bring you back the check, fat Off of my slenderness? She says

Buddha Rhubarb Butter Soul Coughing

I stopped the thought before its drip became insistent, I rubbed it out and loved the spot where it were missing, She's widely known the only maquereau that pays her taxes, I got to box her for the money

So Far I Have Not Found The Science Soul Coughing

I don't mind the worry following me like a dinosaurI don't fear I am descending into the molten coreSo far, I have not found the scienceBut the numbers keep on circling meI'm gonna give you most of...

Is Chicago, Is Not Chicago Soul Coughing

A mandrives a planeinto theChrysler buildingSaskatoon is in the roomPoulsbo is in the roomBennetsville is in the roomPalmyra is in the roomIs ChicagoIs not ChicagoIs ChicagoIs not ChicagoA mancuts ...

Sugar Free Jazz Soul Coughing

Normalize the signal and you're banging on freonpaleolithic eonput the fake goatee onand it booms as cool assugar free jazzSchools he bombs, he bombsStack wax lie like a placematwon't lapor help yo...

Casiotone Nation (Live) Soul Coughing

The five percent Nation of corduroy.The five percent Nation of Marlboro.The five percent Nation of pay-per-view.The five percent Nation of nipple clamps.The five percent Nation of Milton Bradley.Th...

Supra Genius Soul Coughing

Normalize the signal and you're banging on freonpaleolithic eonput the fake goatee onand it booms as cool assugar free jazzSchools he bombs, he bombsStack wax lie like a placematwon't lapor help yo...

4 Out Of 5 Soul Coughing

Her knees thrust in one directionlike a symbol of math, a symbol meaning Greater ThanI come recommended by four out of fiveI'm a factor in the whole planFour and five therefore nineNine and nine th...

$300 Soul Coughing

The five percent Nation of corduroyThe five percent Nation of MarlboroThe five percent Nation of pay per viewThe five percent Nation of nipple clampsThe five percent Nation of Milton BradleyThe fiv...

Counting Down The Days Miles Kane

I'm counting down the days, Love seems strange to me Excuse Me, You're killing me With your heartbreak and your wild side I've been looking for something to open my eyes Holding it up to the light

A Girl Like You Element Of Crime

Seventy five hundred lonely cigarettes Ended up in a coughing bitterness A hundred bottles of sour red wine A GIRL LIKE YOU is hard to find Lots of digging and a hundred hopeless tries All came down to