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Sensational
04:29
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Spotlight, on my entrance alone again,
and the way to my heart, is a shot in the dark, so why bother asking me, yeah
I’ll derive, lavish attention from all I find,
they’ll compete for my affection, an exceptional impression, I’ll deceive another devotee
They’ll feel for you, they’ll go and tell you my heart is cruel,
I swear I would deny it, talk real sweet and try to hide, but the truth is bound to set me free.
I’m not sorry
I’ve no regrets
Don’t forget me when I’m gone.
And you’ll betray me
and at my behest
all I see will be gone.
Another face, another victim of my dismay,
you’re a casualty, though callow I’ll seem, when this feeling fades away.
A kiss off, fallin’ off of my ruby lips,
this visceral sensation that I crave I have to mention, I’m afraid that it has left me, yeah
Bewildered, look on another face again,
the emptiness has caught me, I’m afraid they’ll never love me and the truth is fuckin’ killing me.
Sensational . . . .
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2. |
V-8
02:48
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CHORUS:
NEARLY HAD A VEE-8 BUT JUNIOR’S TEETH TURNED BROWN
NEARLY HAD A VEE-8 BUT THEN THE NEIGHBOR’S FROWNED
NEARLY HAD A VEE-8 BUT MOTHER’S UTERUS FOUND
A PLACE FOR ME TO HIDE
WHEN THE BOYS’LL GROW UP WILL THEY GET THEIR KICKSS
OUTTA BEATIN’ THE DOG OUT OF BEATIN’ THEIR KIDS
WILL THEY HATE THEIR POP LIKE I ALWAYS DID
NEED YOU ASK WHY
VERSE:
YOU AIN’T NO ACCOUNT
CHORUS
VERSE:
NO MORE APOLOGIES
WILMA JUST LET ME BE
WILBUR DONE ME WRONG
APPARENTLY I WORK FOR FREE
JUST SHUT YOUR FUCKIN’ MOUTH
AND SHUT YOUR FUCKIN’ EYES
IF YOU DON’T GET ALONG
SOME DUCK TAPE FOR YOUR PRIDE
CHORUS
VERSE:
YEAH I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID
AND MUM DON’T GET ME WRONG
YEAH I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID
WILMA DON’T SING YOUR SONG
YOU BET I’LL MAKE YOU CRY
AND SORRY YOU SHALL BE
IF YOU DON’T GET ALONG
I’LL BEAT YA’ TILL YOU BLEED
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3. |
Shelter
05:34
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4. |
Kent's Lament
03:12
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5. |
No Star
04:28
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6. |
Wrath of Jah
04:21
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CHORUS:
WHEN I’M FEELING STUPID AND I THINK THE SUN DON’T SHINE
THAT’S WHEN I KNOW I’M GETTING SMARTER GETTING BRIGHTER ALL THE TIME
YOU DON’T HAVE TO LIKE ME AND YOU MAY NOT WANT TO WANT ME
BUT THERE’S A HARDER TRUTH TO HANDLE, THAT’S BEFORE THE DAY’S BEGUN IT’S DONE
VERSE:
WE USED TO MAKE LOVE OUT THERE UNDER THE MOONLIGHT
THE CHOO-CHOO TRAIN IT WAS A COMFORT FOR ME
AND YOU WERE THERE FOR ME
WITH A LOVE THAT MADE ME KNOW
IT HIT ME THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF GLORY
THAT NOTHING WAS THERE AS FAR AS I COULD SEE
WRAPPED IN LIBERTY
WITH A LOVE THAT MADE ME GROW
WERE YOU THERE FOR ME?
ALL THE TIME
ALWAYS THERE FOR ME
NONE OF THE TIME
NEVER THERE FOR ME
ALL THE TIME
CHORUS
VERSE:
I USED TO CRY GOD AND I USED TO CRY MARY
THE ROSARY BEAD IT WAS A COMFORT FOR ME
‘TILL IT MADE ME SEE
THAT MY SOUL WOULD FEEL THE HEAT
I LIFTED MY HEAD AND I TASTED THE RAINDROPS
THE SUN UP ABOVE IT WOULD SHINE DOWN ON ME
TO BE AL LIGHT FOR ME
UNTIL IT BLINDED ME
WERE YOU THERE FOR ME . . .
(WE USED TO MAKE LOVE, SUNSHINE ABOVE
CHOO-CHOO TRAIN)
(NOW FORGET EVERYTHING, THIS DIONYSIAN RAPTURE
RESURRECTING MY ID FROM THE THRALDOM OF JAH
I THINK HE’S PISSED AT ME
I’LL PRETEND THAT I DON’T KNOW)
WERE YOU THERE FOR ME . . .
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7. |
Underneath Me
04:11
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8. |
All This And Nothing
08:00
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9. |
The Ernest Way
05:56
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You’ll bat an eye,
and I’ll forget to run.
You’ll smack your lips,
before a setting sun.
A hint a sign,
you’ll portend the day to come.
As you bid farewell,
to the only honest one.
Now I don’t know what I don’t know,
some empty space is filling me.
When what will be was meant to be,
phlegmatica is thrilling me, I will be . . . .
It sounds obscure,
like that day will never be.
But mark my every word,
just enjoy me while I’m me.
When the time is right and I can’t deny
that the well ran dry that the summer died,
That the falling leaves so peculiarly,
do remind myself of me.
When the mileage runs when the fun is done,
when what will be was meant to be.
When obligation is my only sun,
phlegmatica is thrilling me.
Everybody wants to cry for you.
Like Algernon I swear I’m Ernest, too.
Everybody wants to cry for you, my dear.
If I forget to fall just push me down the stairs.
When something sweet,
like a dew drop on a leaf.
Gives way to a “normal” day,
just demand a quick release.
When it’s alright here and it’s alright there,
everything is right baby at the time.
Darlin’ don’t despair nor should you stop and cheer,
‘cause you will just betray what is.
Now I don’t know what I don’t know,
some empty space is filling me.
When what will be was meant to be,
phlegmatica is filling me.
Everybody wants to cry for you.
Like Algernon I swear I’m Ernest, too.
Everybody wants to cry for you, my dear.
If I forget to fall just push me down the stairs.
I’ll make an Ernest way . . .
I’ll find an Ernest way . . .
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10. |
Best of The End
03:55
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11. |
Twilight
07:43
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WAIT, AND I WAIT
TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF YOU AGAIN
YOUR HEAVENLY SKIN, MAKES ME GRIN
AND YOU WILL NEVER BE MY FRIEND
MY NIGHTS ARE FILLED WITH TWILIGHT ONCE AGAIN
THIS PLAGUE THAT SEIZES ME I THINK WILL WIN
DO ME IN
FUN, ON THE RUN
LOVERS ON THE LAM OF SOMEONE’S SOCIETY
YOU’RE SO THIN
BUT YOU WILL NEVER BE MY FRIEND
MY NIGHTS ARE FILLED WITH TWILIGHT . . .
I’LL SAY GOODNIGHT, AND YOU’LL WAIVE GOOD-BYE
I’LL WAIT ALL NIGHT, ‘TILL I SEE YOU
COME TWILIGHT
A FRONT, A FACADE
AS I MAKE BELIEVE THAT I AM MORE THAN NOTHING
FORGETTING
THAT THESE SUMMER NIGHTS WILL END
YOUR GONNA’ DRIVE IT HOME ALL OVER IN THE END
THE MOON AND STARS ABOVE WILL REEL US IN
DO ME IN
THINK, PONDER HARD
YOUR ABANDON WILL LEAD US
OUT OF THE FRAY, ON THE WAY
TO THE ABYSS OF THE END
WHERE DEJECTED SOULS AND POETRY WILL SAY
DON’T DISPATCH YOUR SELF TO NEEDLESS PAIN AGAIN
YOU WON’T WIN
I’LL SAY GOODNIGHT . . .
MY NIGHTS ARE FILLED WITH TWILIGHT ONCE AGAIN . . .
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The Beating Tucson, Arizona
Formed in Tucson Arizona, this multi-genre dance band packed dance floors from 2001-2003 performing original music.
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