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Ghosts in the Lightbulb
04:40
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Car on the road
Oncoming nightfall
Carry me home
Wherever I go
Sides of the road
Ghosts in the lightbulb
Waiting for snow
Country wendigo
Holy Roller
Now break your stock
Upon the window sill
Holy Roller
And give yourself
Over, ain't that a deal?
Delicate load
Don't break the mind ball
Dove and a crow
In the trunk, off we go
Tears in the snow
Crystallize rock hard
Trade 'em, not too low
With the wendigo
Holy Roller
Now break your stock
Upon the window sill
Holy Roller
And give yourself
Over, ain't that a deal?
Holy Roller
Holy Roller
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2. |
Lady is a Bore
03:49
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Rotting puss pops plastic pills
Riding horses raw
Wastes herself on weekend nights
Office work to pay the bills
Looking for more
Looking for more
Raven on the window sill
Princess at the ball
Naked under weekend lights
And all the world is ill
Lady is a bore
Lady is a bore
Just like every other
Lady is a bore
Lady is a bore
Just like every other
Youth means lots of time to kill
Naught to do at all
Two-step Terry in her sights
Grinding at the family mill
Looking for more
Looking for more
Living like a pleasure shill
Makes her wanna crawl
Gets her drunk on sparkle white
Lots of loving years to fill
Lady is a bore
Lady is a bore
Just like every other
Lady is a bore
Lady is a bore
Just like every other
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God, Who Goes There?
03:24
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Oh listen nightfall
Take me down
Black magic mouthful
Take me down
Come tarot angel
We're burying wishes in the ground
Oh, God who goes there?
Take me down
Shave down all your hair
Take me down
Come snake-bit angel
Knock on the door and turn around
Oh listen nightfall
Take me down
Blood babies can crawl
Take me down
Come listless angel
Black Lodge is waiting for you now
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Dream girl that I dreamed
Never what it seems
I saw you there again
Holding me inside my head
And all the memories of me lying in your bed
Came back to me
Dream girl that I dreamed
Asked you just to see
Pretty soon you'll leave
It's really hard to believe
Before you go please tell me why you're through with me
'Cause you never did
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5. |
So Quiet and Docile
04:32
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I'd rather die than entertain
What took so long to break away
Rotten home in disarray
At least the walls got painted
Don't recognize the man you are
Who hooked us to the abattoir
Killed two kids under a car
To keep the harpy sated
Yet I'm alive
Yet I'm alive
Had a woman to yourself
Submissive trophy on the shelf
But in sickness and in health
In really overrated
Shot canary in the cage
Younger girls are all the rage
Like I heard, they just don't age
And kids have all but faded
Don't mind him staying infantile
I've trapped him in a domicile
He'll learn to grow up in a while
I'll shut him up and force a smile
Yet I'm alive
Yet I'm alive
As you're older, looking on
I see you don't know what went wrong
Why two kids are everlong
Beaten down and jaded
Tried to tell you once or twice
Maybe ten or twenty times
You hung the babies on a line
To keep your harpy sated
Yet I'm alive
Yet I'm alive
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Tony Del Degan Calgary, Alberta
Writer by day, musician... well... whenever I feel like it.
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