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Want
02:45
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I know what you want, but I don't need the pain. Hell, I don't need the shame, no. I'll tell you what I need, hell- I'll spell it out. I need someone to treat me kind and all I want to do is lay down in bed with you at night.
Sometimes it feels like we had more trouble than we had fun, and all the tears I cried just put you on the run. You understood in hindsight. If only you remembered when I laid in bed with you at night.
I know what I've seen, things you tried to hide like I don't have the right. I ask you if its so, and you ask if you should go. Man, I wish I wasn't right. All I want to do is lay down in bed with you tonight.
Sometimes it feels like we had more trouble than we had fun, and all the tears I cried just put you on the run. You understood in hindsight. If only you remembered when I laid in bed with you at night.
And I know what it cost. All the sleepless nights, all the fruitless fights. I guess I'll pack my things, and by December I'll be gone, but for thirty days time you can bet your ass that I'll be in bed with you at night.
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Shelf
02:13
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Your possessions line my walls, and that coal black stare leaves emerald holes
And there's no one here at all, you don't answer when I call.
I can't keep myself to myself, can't keep myself to my-
I can't get myself off the shelf, can't get myself off the shelf.
You want a man who will be there for you, you want him at your beck and call
A man with class to fill your cocktail glass, a lumberjack who's eight feet tall.
The clock is dripping on the floor, time it pools and burns a hole.
I tried to hide beneath the rug, when I hear you coming up.
I can't keep myself to myself, can't keep myself to my-
I can't get myself off the shelf, can't get myself off the shelf.
You want a man with liquid assetation, you want him with a silver spoon
breakfast in bed, and lunch in free Tibet, you want dinner on the dark side of the moon.
If you would only leave my dreams now woman, if you could crawl out of my skull-
or if that's too much for you, I really must implore you, just get your shit out of my home.
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Pride
02:53
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Crisco disco, greased up just right
There's no stopping till the end of the night
Pump the system, I'm ready to play
"Hit It and Quit It" or "You and Your Folks, Me and My Folks"
But its okay if you wanna put on Billie Holiday
Foxy lox, hip hop and whiskey on rocks
Dancing like we picked the locks at Fort Knox
In the teepee you can hear me so well
No one sleeps amidst the raising of hell
You can put your hands on me
we can try to fall or
Bare your teeth and shake your mane
If it can't be killed it can be maimed
You can sink your fangs in me
I know your bloodthirst
How many men can we fit in this tub
Sure, I'll try some if you've got enough
Falling backwards, that's it for me,
I'm segmented by life's pages transdimensionally
You can put your hands on me
I know you're bloodthirsty
Watching all the patterns melt-
different face familiar smell.
We sprawled out like we were lions in the sun
we laid bare our pride like lions in the sun
We're lions in the sun
I woke up lying in the sun
My eyes are melting in the sun
we're lying
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Laid
02:45
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My fair friend, I've been lying just a little, all along.
I don't wanna see another sale gone wrong.
I'm biding my time- but nothing comes to mind
Cuz you know that I've enjoyed the time
You're among the better friends of mine
Still, there's something that I can't say.
My fair friend, you tell me that you're off to Tennessee
and that leaves a month or two of seeing me
do you wanna make 'em count?
I'm frightened to find out
You know that I've enjoyed your time
You're among the better friends of mine,
still there's something I can't say.
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Fixing a Hole
02:06
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You're so small and naive, I'm just sick and tired
You're the company I keep, you got the salves that get me higher
waiting to rest
I'm feeling ill, losing sleep over things I can't condone
fixing a hole
One should not trust a shark dressed in pumps.
You'd better swing your fist before that fish draws blood
I'm feeling ill, losing sleep over things I can't condone
fixing a hole
And the elephant is on the ball, fairy tales have taken arms
and time drips away
It's nice to hold a little bird, watch the screen and read the words
flight's deferred.
You're so soft and so sweet, your hair shadows both your eyes,
But the darkness over mine's not there from light, 's put there by lies
waiting to die
I'm feeling ill, losing sleep over things I can't condone
fixing a hole
One should not trust a shark dressed in pumps.
You'd better swing your fist before that fish draws blood
I'm feeling ill, losing sleep over things I can't condone
fixing a hole
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Sharkmouth Santa Rosa, California
Sharkmouth was founded by Joshua James Jackson, after years of playing in rad bands from Santa Rosa and the bay area. International six string slinger and peddler John Courage harnesses electricity to create aural ecstasy and the austere, debonair and undeniable Taylor Cuffie slaps skins in rhythm for excitement and dancability. ... more
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