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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? Down To This Soul Coughing You come down to this. Lazybones Soul Coughing Cameraman sways to remember how the eye dances, drunkenness is a hand-held scrambling down Delancey I come stumbling; well I hear you had to take a shine and firing at random, I hear the rays fell upon 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 Blueeyed Devil Soul Coughing 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. Stoned motel room. Nice cool on the bathroom floor. Collapse Soul Coughing I must accumulate, unload it, Pop! Pop! 16 Horses Soul Coughing At times a second The speaker moves Magnetism pushes The impulse through But I can't keep that speed I can't generate that frequency What the sound pressure level means Wants a randomized electrons I can't 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. Sleepless Soul Coughing 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 name you don't know you spin like the cadillac was overturning 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. 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 Screenwriters Blues Soul Coughing 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 name you don't know you spin like the cadillac was overturning down 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. 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? 4 Out Of 5 Soul Coughing Her knees thrust in one direction like a symbol of math, a symbol meaning Greater Than I come recommended by four out of five I'm a factor in the whole plan Four and five therefore nine Nine and nine therefore 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 Disseminated Soul Coughing The Goat chewed up Once a tin can The Goat shat out was a Ford Sedan Like an eyeball Like a square cut Like a funny car Like a monster truck Call up bop and I'm bunting stomach Koko mop I chop chunking Janine Soul Coughing Janine, I drink you up, 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 Soundtrack To Mary Soul Coughing Fingers drifting Down my spine now. Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall. Soundtrack to Mary. Many minds wandering from room to room. Many trees slain just to write it to you. 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 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 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 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. Unmarked Helicopters Soul Coughing across the surface of your mind This hour is now upon us The hour has now arrived Unmarked Helicopters hovering The lord is coming soon Unmarked Helicopters hovering They said it was a weather balloon I White Girl Soul Coughing across the surface of your mind this hour, now upon us the hour, now arrived unmarked helicopters hovering the lord is coming soon unmarked helicopters hovering they said it was a weather balloon but i So Far I Have Not Found The Science Soul Coughing I don't mind the worry following me like a dinosaur I don't fear I am descending into the molten core So far, I have not found the science But the numbers keep on circling me I'm gonna give you most of Bus To Beelzebug Soul Coughing the air Like the names of candy bars Your mouth is cold and red All in rings around your Laugh, laughing, laughs It's a grind grind It's a grind It's a grind grind I'll scratch you raw L'etat c'est moi I 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,