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Catch You On Film
03:30
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I used to pray for you everyday
Whistle away through all the
Younger years of our lives
Now I'm your bride, though I try to hide
I can't deny that all you ever did
Was tell me lies
If it's a dream when I hear you scream
Some other regime, they will
Kill you just to wake you up
And if you do what they want you to
Watch how they treat you
Walking upside down inside handcuffs
Everyone will know
Look into your eyes, under your spell
Everywhere you go
They will catch you on film
Could you take a walk through the
Terrified mirror of freedom
Or just stand there looking at yourself
You didn't want me
Just somebody that you could lean on
You can go and lean on somebody else
Everyone will know
Look into your eyes under your spell
Everywhere you go
They will catch you on film
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2. |
Jeanine
03:09
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Oh Jeanine
I see you on my TV screen
Oh why you gotta be so mean?
I wanted you to be my Queen Jeanine
Oh Jeanine
who pays you to be so obscene?
I'll show you what pleasure means
I still want you to be my Queen
How do you look in leather?
Playing scapegoat you escape it
Before too long
You don't even have to fake it
When you sing along
Would you tie me up and whip me
With your reasons for the love you never gave to me
The secrets that you saved
Oh Jeanine
I see you on my TV screen
Oh why you gotta be so mean?
I wanted you to be my Queen Jeanine
Oh Jeanine
who pays you to be so obscene?
I know you're from a different scene
I still want you to be my Queen
How do you look in leather?
We could meet downtown where there's
No Montagues or Capulets
You could tell me everything you doubt
And all that you regret
I'm a good person to speak to cause
You know that I'll probably forget it all
Your man don't have to kill me
Oh Jeanine
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3. |
Clara
03:13
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And when they say I'm the fruit of evil trees that giveth evil food
I will pray for somebody who'll tread lightly on my solitude
I could have been like everyone else and complained about the holy liars
But somewhere along the way I learnt how to be whatever the situation requires
Clara...
And I'm so sorry if I ever let you feel alone
But if I didn't have any secrets there'd be nothing that I own
And when they let their faith be there example of them being better lovers
I hope you understand that some people's faith gets tested more than others
Clara...
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4. |
You Don't See Me
03:15
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You don't see me
I've been walking up and down your life
But you don't see me
One day you'll say you want to be my wife
I don't believe it
Now we sit and cry
I play cards with you
But you only ever see my hand
And I watch stars with you
Hoping maybe that you'll understand
But you won't see it
Now we sit and cry
And blame and ashes fall in the same way
Uselessly poetic
You'll know it all until the day trips the light pathetic
But loving you is easy to do when I know It's only
Me who sees you
I don't buy things
They're only weight for me to carry around
But I should buy you something
But then look at everything we've found
I didn't know it
Now we sit and die cause you won't see me
Now everything's a little too the same
I'll call you if I need some pain again
But I don't have you or anyone to blame
So I sit in the shower to remember the rain
Here in the darkness
Is where I can love you the best
You don't need me
I can hear it in the way you talk that you believe me
And I remember every place we walked
I think you loved me completely in darkness
So that's where I'll be
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5. |
Motel Blues
06:01
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To Whom It May Concern,
You want me to write Motel Blues for you. Well I got news for you, I don't work like that. There ought to be some place I can go that nobody ever knows and you're where it's at! Still I haven't seen you for a while, do you still exist? I wouldn't need much, I just want to see you smile. I like happiness, despite what they say. I imagine you mad at me on the other side of the sea, and I've got to say, it makes me laugh, because I just want to see you happy each and every day. How could you feel that way? Do you even feel that way?
Sometimes it's hard to know if I should stay or go, but I always stay. Maybe I'm lazy, or maybe I'm a man, or maybe I'm crazy for you, and you're crazy for me too.
I didn't ask to be this way, I just woke up one day and here I was. Or maybe that's a lie, and everything I've ever done is just because of me. But that means everything you've done is just because of you, and I don't like everything you've done, just the nice things you've done to me.
Sincerely,
Motel Blues
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6. |
Grace
04:22
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What did I? When did I? How did I dare to become so low?
If there's anyone you should tell the truth to it's the youth and they're the only ones who want to know
This pain that I've got, I don't feel when it hides like a bomb inside my chest
And every hallway wall is frames full of people staring down at me from their best
Did it leave a big scar?
Or just a little mark
Does it make you who you are?
Or just a little part
Your voice it hides nothing, nor your pride, as your fingers tap hard on the bench
I was nervous before, but I'm terrified more by each smile that your lips clench
I make you so happy until you're unhappy and I blame it all on me
How much can a dumb boy bare as you stare anywhere that you don't have to see
Did it leave a big scar?
Or just a little mark
Does it make you who you are?
Or just a little part
And this writing gives rise to a feeling of hope that abandons me at it's will
But those things I've forgotten come back to me now as we lean upon your windowsill
This house is alive with your voice and my dreams though they never did come true
And if I ever hurt you don't ever believe that I wasn't hurting too
Who wants to know?
Mary says it's all a lie
Must be hard for you learning to walk
When you know you can fly
Who wants to know?
You can't say that I didn't try
Must be hard for you learning to walk
When you know you can fly
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7. |
Wonderdown
05:01
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Wander down the dark forgotten hallway of your life
It shimmers like a knife
Just give it time and I'll be there to see it
So you asked and so I did it just for you
Your words they seemed so true and you so strong
Now all the lines you've drawn on me are things I can't erase
I wonder what they others see when they try to recognise my face
Dust in the violet circus you can let me breathe
You are what I believe and everything I'm seeing
Pain from a married man can stop you where you stand
You feel like your left hand is all you own
Funny how we carry on with all the things we hide
But just because you ain't dead it don't mean that you're alive
When did I let you know that I would be ok?
That I would never stray into the fray that you pay just to visit?
Mr Glad Serene Man I know that you lie
But you won't tell me why so why believe it
When you act so astounded just to know me?
Why do you cast your weary eyes upon me when you won't see yourself?
What magic did you help? What favour gave you freely, that you look at me so steely?
Something of your madness goes away in the museum
But you don't really see him, and you'd never let him near your little girl
Still you laugh over the table that you've laid
For everything you've paid, you must believe it
You'd never live the kind of life that's hanging on the wall
But when it all comes crashing down, it's everyone who'll fall
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8. |
Can't Get Inside My Head
02:59
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CantgetinsidemyheadsomeoneelseisthereinsteadfromthisplacebeneathmybedcloseyoureyesinholydreadweavemeinandoutyourheadtilIfeelIfeelinsteadsomethingrealinsidemyheadbutnowitsgone
Don't know where I stand on me
Don't know why I let you
Don't know if I'll ever leave, still
Trying to forget you
But you're getting caught in the order of things
You've been holding on, but It wasn't yours in the beginning
NowIvebeenherefortoolongdontknowhowtogetalongjusttowriteitinasongbitibybittocarryon
What's that knocking at the door?
Can you even hear it?
Doesn't even have to be there
I want to be near it
When you're feeling bad, what do you do to feed it?
It was more than I thought we had, but less than I thought we needed
Waiting for pleasure
Seeking it all the time
And growing old from its touch
I forget to think about you...
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9. |
My House By The River
04:59
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You will know you've had your fun
What can never be undone
Painted faces on the wall
Start to shaking then they fall
In my house by the river you can marry who you want
You're losing your religion what do you need to carry on
Whisper as you hit the ground
One two three four all fall down
In my house by the river you can marry who you want
You're losing your religion what do you need to carry on
If I'm as free as anyone what do you think I know?
If I'm as free as anyone where do you think I go?
If I believe, then you believe, will everything be fine?
For everyone who won't believe it's just the end of time
And all the dancists and victims of dancism
Falling into line, sunlight through a prism
Who among them would you like to undress you?
Why can't I be the one for you?
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I'm writing letters I don't want to know the answer to
Believing but not seeing that there's something between me and you
I know you mean it but to me it's not the same
And I can't spend my whole life living in your blame
You look to me for the next high
I know what happened but I don't know why
I'm making money but it's not making me'
So keep shooting your arrows 'cause they're landing in the sea
If you close your eyes and it's the same when you're dreaming then
You never wonder why or worry about the meaning
You look to me to get high
I know what happened but I don't know why
I must be ducking all of my responsibility
Waiting til tomorrow til it comes and catches up with me
But I'll fight your spirit just to keep it on the land
'Cause I'm a spirit too even if you don't understand
I know you want to get high
I know what happened but I don't know why...
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