Founds total 109 songs
Rock Candy Brains
Must've been on mushrooms when you wrote that pile of junk. Got rock candy brains and that head of yours. Full of holes, full of holes. Terry cloth's about the only comfort I'm allowed.
Pale
Before I go to you I never wash my neck. 'Cause when the music starts it goes straight to your head. And I break out in pale. I break out in pale. You better bring your fork and knife.
Hips And Makers
Rocking on the ocean. Sucking up the sea. Every bird flies over me. We have hips and makers. We have a good time. I married a boxer to keep me from fighting.
Gut Pageant
That fine fever brought us here. Lambasted eyeballs. When we kiss the dirt. The orchids laugh. What a gut pageant. We could play for hours. What a gut pageant.
Gazebo Tree
That sky is a-shine with sheen. Those eyes are a green machine. Spare me your whining. In my rainy gazebo tree. Deep in my silver pit. The walls are all thick with it.
Cold Water Coming
That filthy stare. He's on a tear. Cold water coming for the warm water junkies. I found a friend. Lost him again. Poor sucker freaked, and couldn't swim with the monkeys.
Cartoons
This war's Ok. In a sweet old fashioned way. Like a game we play. Guilty of something we forgot. I wasn't staring. I was just looking far away. Dazzled by something I forgot.
Baseball Field
Lovely empty baseball field. Just one of the places to sun. Like a hot pink kite with no string. Heads rolling. You make heads roll. Whistle the day away.
Aching For You
Chinese food and your sleeping back. We're born-again losers. It's funny. Honey, you know, this is not so bad. Hanging around, wired for sound. It's funny and sad and it's true.
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