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Go to Hell
01:27
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Why didn't Satan go to hell
He never wanted it all
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2. |
Travel On
01:47
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Traveler how will you find your way
Nobody knows but you
And if all your friends jumped off a cliff
Would you have a parachute
And I cross my heart and hope to die
I've told you all that I know
So stop killing me and set me free
And let my people go
We wake up early every morning
Go to bed late every night
And believe you me we will skin our knees
But we won't go down without a fight
Traveler how will you find your way
Nobody knows but you
If you stop to smell the roses
You may find a friend or two
When you fly away into outer space
Everyone else will too
And we'll all dissolve in a big mirage
And find our dream come true
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3. |
Bare to the Bone
02:24
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I woke up in my clothes on a Saturday
Artillery in place for an alien attack
And I thoroughly collapsed from a heatstroke
When I was on the back porch telling you that
I'll warn you, misinform you with sudden surprise
All dressed up to fess up, but I doubt I'm gonna make it on time
And this madness, this sadness, it's everyone's own
So don't expect no compassion unless you're giving some
Red Rover run over here and break me loose
Conformity's deformed me into some sort of heinous groove
And I told you so, the melody's all tangled up
Like wire inside a soft cushion, poking through, messing it up
And I casually mentioned that I liked you but you didn't care
And to think you were the diversion that brought me here
But I'll trick you, I'll kill you, I'll make you my own
Charm your heart through a can and string telephone
Unfolded, unraveled, and bare to the bone
Skin flaking, so embarrassing, and without reason
I caught you red handed, hand standing on the tip of my tongue
Fall over, it's over, I'm over, and that's the end of the song
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4. |
Clementine
02:37
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Have no fear, my Clementine is here
What's your face, whatever you say is ok with me
Are there as many stars in the sky as there are fish in the sea
I don't know, I sure hope so, maybe
Soda is popping in my spine, I feel funny all the time
Round the clock I rock-a-bye my babies
Take a handful of your most favoritest things in the world
Let's all play show and tell
Flipping out in a flat as a pancake world
And I'm not sure exactly how
Or why there is a bigger sky than your own brain
Pushing your feet on the ground
And you can't fly unless you die and go to heaven
The sun says "Hi!" through my venetian blinds
I run outside and try and try and try and try to leap into the sky
But every time I come back down my Clementine is still not around
You don't win, please try again later
Take a handful of your most favoritest things in the world
Squishing with all your might
Hold your breath until you start seeing swirls
Work up an appetite
Break out all the finger foods and pelt the bride and groom as hard as you can
'Cause if you'll believe it, I'll conceive it, whatever makes you my neighbor
We'll toss rings around the rosie, decorate the graveyard
I'll flip my lid, I'll blow my mind, I'll clench my eyelids really tight
And hope and pray someday I'll say "My Clementine is here!"
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I can feel the monkeyshines reverberating through my spine
I scream so fucking loud that blood starts pouring from my mouth
Jump! Up! Fuck! Or get fucked up!
Rough! Tough! Fuck! Or get fucked up!
Whiplash, neck snap, seizuring on the floor, look at me, I'm practically invincible
Beat me down, fuck me up while you still can, cause the last one to die is a rotten egg
Rock! Roll! Chug, chug, keep on chugging until you overdose!
Rip! Throat! Keep puking until you can't feel your face no more!
Jump! Up! Fuck! Or get fucked up!
Rough! Tough! Congratulations! You just got mutherfucked!
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6. |
Great Big Roller
01:47
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Great big roller, rolling mutherfucker
Stood ten foot tall with a knife
He could blow a mountain down, down, down, down, down
Great big roller, rolling mutherfucker
Equivalent strength of fifty mules
He could blow a mountain down, down, down, down, down
Please don't blow my mountain down
Please don't blow my mountain down
Please don't blow my mountain down
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7. |
Prettiest Light
01:46
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Your figure is glistening
Because your beauty is in many or kinds
It's all burning white
In the prettiest, brightest light
Please don't make me feel blue inside about you
Don't let the black in my mind surround you
And at this encounter
If your gaze does not leave me blind
Then I wouldn't mind
To leave this world behind
Just to stare at the sky in your eyes
And i'd wish on the stars at your side
Just to share in your beautiful light
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8. |
FFF
03:06
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Pink and purple polka dots, I'm the foreign relations guy
I'm a loafer, I'm a freak, I'm the secret birthday streak
I'm the flavor of the month, pound into a sucker punch
Slimy stimulated cock, curled up like a jester's sock
Started a fire, named it "Sire", killed a million people
Crumpled muscles all contracting, flimsy, floppy, feeble
In a doggy sweater, muffling muzzle, biting my own teeth out
Dripping soda through my nose, psychedelic freakout
Friar a Jacque's long lost dad, knocked out in a wrestling match
Bouncing, balling, dinging, donging, slurping, smoking, cherry bombing
I trip acid, I smoke pot, higher than an astronaut
So don't come knocking down my door cause I can't get up off this floor
Started a fire, named it "Sire", killed a million people
Crumpled muscles all contracting, flimsy, floppy, feeble
Now I'm kissing babies, petting kittens, such a gentle creature
And I would hold my only child if I could only reach her
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9. |
Feelin' Down
03:42
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Hey, who's up for feelin' down
That's what I'd say if there was anyone around
I'm feelin' down, I'm feelin' down
Hey, sit down and have some wine
That's what I'd say if you were any friend of mine
I'm feelin' down, I'm feelin' down
Cold blows a blustery day
Feet on the street, ghosts with rattling chains
Hangman's rope set in a rhythmic sway
Hey, who's up for feelin' down
That's what I'd say if there was anyone around
I'm feelin' down, I'm feelin' down
I kept it bottled up for a rainy day
Pit of my gut's been eaten anxious with decay
People gathered round throwing garbage on my grave
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10. |
Bouncing Ball
03:07
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I can see you hiding behind what you're seeking
Dude, you need a time out, you're freaking
Roll your eyes with the bouncing ball
Shut your mouth till your name is called
If you mean what you say, then do it
If you think you're so cool, then prove it
Fatty fatty as a 2X4
Shoplifting at a candy store
Wanting to get his just desserts
Stuff his face till his stomach hurts
Hey! Did anyone else just see what I just saw
Teeter totter your mouth keeps talking till you lock your jaw, now are you happy
Belly up in a waste of time, you're believing all your conceiving now
Saddle up on a world so wide until you're riding off to where the sun don't shine
Can you stand up for yourself, you're stooping
you are so full of bull, you're pooping
Scouts honor is not enough
Are you man enough to call my bluff
I know things that you don't know
So take it from me cause I said so
Belly up in a waste of time, do you believe it now that you've seen it now
If Jesus Christ was not still alive today you know that he'd be rolling in his grave
I'd like to see you mess with this guy, I'm crazy
Anything that you want to try won't phase me
Everybody jump up and fall back down
Scream and shout till your lunch comes out
All washed up in a hurricane
With a big fat grin and a stupid brain
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11. |
99.9%
02:35
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Big shot, fuck wad thinks that he's stud of the month
Prancing in designer clothes advertising head to toe
Eeny meeny miney mo
Just you wait till I reload I'll make your fucking head explode
Queen bee offers me all the honey I can eat
just give up my identity and come and be her loyal drone
Then she takes off all her clothes
Ten minutes later we were fucking on her royal throne
Guitar man is performing in apartment hall
Bathing in fluorescent light, tanning late into the night
Neighbor's scream with all their might
"Hey you loud obnoxious jerk! Some people have got to work!
Take that shit out on the street! I'm trying to get some fucking sleep!"
Knock on door, say hello
Beats them both unconscious and then he smashes up their stereo
Bursting blood clot, strain your brain until it pops
Wake up in a bathroom stall, gripping tightly both your balls
Ripping as hard as you can, squish those fuckers in your hand
Then I swear in hell you won't regret the moment that you bleed to death
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12. |
Imaginary Friend
05:44
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I'm so depressed, I can't forget these little feelings I repress
Are all I hold that's dear to me
Tie up my shoe and we'd sing songs, dance in the night light on the wall
And our shadow puppets would all parade to scare the monsters all away
Tucked beneath the blankets in our bed we'd share the secrets in our head
And I always knew that you'd be there, there to listen, there to care
Coming on home from school one day I found my friend had run away
Oh where oh where now could he be
Then Mommy sat me down and said that all along it was just pretend
And I was old enough to understand he was just an imaginary friend
Oh who will ever save me from this empty heart that enslaves me
In the memory of my friend and me
And rubbing my cheek against a peach I can feel his love so soft so sweet
And as my kitty purrs me to sleep I know I can waltz with you there
In my dreams
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13. |
Main Attraction
03:15
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What's beyond her gaze, what's beyond her face
What's beyond her grace that circles round what revolves around it
Everything will rise, fall at the same rate
Every pull I push away is to delay the main attraction
When we were eye to eye I saw another place
And I forgot there ever was a place that wasn't like you
Open wide they dried, sucked without a trace
And everything I ever could have become just left without me
Splashing in the tide, carried me away
A little sip is all it takes to replace what lives without it
Swimming towards the light, this is what I say
Drink the water's fine but too much wine will intoxicate you
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John Bellows Washington
John Bellows is a singer songwriter and home recorder from small town Kentucky, schooled in Chicago, and now back to the land in rural Washington.
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