The slant, a building settling around me My figure female framed crookedly In the threshold of the room Door scraping floorboards with every opening
As the colors fade away, my love As the darkness turns to day, above Celebrate the one you love And she says she has a friend inside Shows her everything
you amidst your machines gone mad and dreamy a jar of roses old anemic from bright to brown burners on to keep the plants warm to keep the air good to
Tried but I just can't Keep up with the Media Slant. I watch the spastic dance They're doin' the Media Slant. They must be members of some dark fraternal
Why'd you pass the bum on the street? Why'd you pass the bum on the street? Why'd you pass the bum on the street? Why'd you pass the bum on the street
Fame Throwa pass out the gold The diamond watch, the last reward All the things we had before You sold us out and took it all Head-borne cries from zenith
Can you treat it like an oil well When it's underground, out of sight? And if the sight is just a whore sign Can it make enough sense to me? Pretend
Conduit for Sale! (Pavement)I'm tryin', I'm tryin'....Imagine if you will Herr Proctor, alias a nobleman, son of son of scionscion. Part of his rich
How can I? How can I? How can I make my body shed for you How can I? How can I? How can I make my body shed around your metal scars? Loretta's scars,
Take me down from the ridge Where the summer ends We'll watch the city spread out Just like a jet's flame I've got a secret for you I cut your angel
Two states We want two states North and south Two, two states Forty million daggers Forty million daggers Forty million daggers Forty million daggers
Fun for an hour when the hour's gone Can one trick night for forty days? And in my bed at the break of dawn She shivered like a vein slashed bright and
I've been waiting, anticipating Sun comes up The skies wont sink my soul I've dreamt of this but it never comes But it never comes on the horizon The
I was dressed for success but success it never comes and I'm the only one who laughs at your jokes when they are so bad and your jokes are always bad
I can't sing it strong enough It's that kind of strength I just don't have If you watch the lights change Don't hold them hanging You think it's easy
I've got one holy life to live I've got one holy life to give I've got one holy life to live I've got one holy life to give [repeat]
The slant A building settling around me My figure female framed crookedly In the threshold of the room Door scraping floorboards With every opening Carving
relief, I was just a petty thief Of no account, no import. Send my love to my sister In the Female Factory, Remind her of the day when we drank wine. May a slant