1. |
Dogo Argentino
03:07
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I was feeling lonely
So I thought I'd see you
Didn't think that'd lead to
Breaking into cars in the afternoon
But that's just you
I met your alter ego, Dogo Argentino
When you stranded me in Reno
Oh I never thought I'd see you again
But that wasn't the end
Oh, you're not like any friend I've had
You're the exception to the razor
Sublimating into vapor
With coke in your hair
Said you'd never move to southern California
But I knew it found you
When I saw you talking to your silhouette
What's there to regret
I woke up in a new day
Trying to live a new way
I knew that look on your face
What happened to seventeen
Why was I so mean
Oh, you're not like any friend I've had
You're the exception to the razor
Sublimating into vapor
With coke in your hair
I know someday you'll find the right pace
But now your jetting into deep space
With coke in your hair
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2. |
Pink Flamingos
03:25
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Waiting for the mirror to get back to me
I'm not sure what I've seen
But the words I've found are never enough
We're walking along the crest
Of a stream of consciousness
And your hand is on my chest
You said it started in the sea
Now it ends with you and me
But I don't believe in that kind of destiny
Guess I'll go to the ocean
Guess I'll go to the beach
Said I'd go just to try it
Said I'd go just to see
Guess I'll go to the ocean
Guess I'll go to the beach
Said I'd go just to try it
Maybe it's just what I need
Bikinis, boats, and all that shit
We'll burn like Edna St. V. Millay
And that candle she lit
Pretensions aside
I don't mind
The atmosphere
guess I'll go to the beach
said I'd go just to try it
maybe it's just what I need
Bikinis, boats, and all that shit
we'll burn like Edna St. V. Millay
and that candle she lit
Pretensions aside
I don't mind
the atmosphere
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3. |
Death in the Afternoon
03:38
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Inside the band assailed us with what
Almost sounded like music to our ears
Sad songs are crooned to uninterested
Apathetic bathroom queues
Death in the afternoon
Early evening gloom
Outside the border of my mind
I watch myself from a nearly empty room
Trying to decide and wondering whether I
Recognize what I see
Death in the afternoon
Early evening gloom
Staring at the mirror's eyes
I study all the new lines
I wonder if there's still time
Oh well, at least I tried
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4. |
I-5 (Demo)
03:40
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Headlights on the I-5
It's getting too late to drive
Your shadow follows me
Into a waking dream
When we were just seventeen
Listening to Morrissey
We lived in his ironies
We thought we had good taste
I can't quite see your face in this scene
And I'm not sure, but I don't think this is a dream
Her eyes were bleeding dry
It was a perfect night
One that can only be
Sweetened by memory
We talked of our Ginsberg dreams
And how big the world seemed
We thought it was a waste
We though we had good taste
I can't see your face in this seen
And I'm not sure, but I don't think this is a dream
But now we've figured out
How to evade this cosmic kind of disorganization
With some shit we saw on TV
I can just make out your face in this scene
And I don't know about you, but this is no dream
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5. |
DITA (Alternate Version)
03:19
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Inside the band assailed us with what
Almost sounded like music to our ears
Sad songs are crooned to uninterested
Apathetic bathroom queues
Death in the afternoon
Early evening gloom
Outside the border of my mind
I watch myself from a nearly empty room
Trying to decide and wondering whether I
Recognize what I see
Death in the afternoon
Early evening gloom
Staring at the mirror's eyes
I study all the new lines
I wonder if there's still time
Oh well, at least I tried
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