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As You Like
03:51
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As you like, I’m not here to judge you, honey
It’s your life; no one’s keeping score
I’m just fine, you don’t need to worry, baby
Me and mine send love to you and yours
Do what you wanna do; someone else’ll fight for you
Someone’s gonna make you feel something, someday
As you like; living is a gamble, baby
Take your time; best to think it through
You’ll be fine; just a little coin flip, honey
Heads I win, tails you’re bound to lose
But do what you wanna do; someone else’ll fight for you
Someone’s gonna make you feel something, someday
I won’t wait for you to notice all the lilies and the roses
Growing right outside your gate
And I find comfort in believing that once you’ve found yourself a feeling
Things will up and go your way
Just as you like—you’re off to a good start, sweetheart
Cut your ties; find some other town to
Realize no one’s got it quite together
They just do what they wanna do; mess around with someone new
Find someone to make em feel something
I just wish I could’ve made you feel something
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Warm Bodies
04:54
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You’re just a warm body
With a cold cold mind
So put your arms around me
Takes a thousand times
Just to recognize this blowing over easy
And just to see it that you’re smiling just to please me
I got a life sentence
But it ain’t that bad
It was an old mechanic
Who grabbed some odds and ends
And then he Fashioned me for just to make you jealous
Like the rib you never needed; like a statuette
Well lie here cuz we fall too hard
Cuz the world is ending
Lie here cuz we got nowhere to be
Lie here cuz we’re finding
Finding something godly
Well God he Fashioned me to be
A lonely aching body
You’re just a warm body
But you’ve got cold blood
See it on your hands, boy
It’s of someone you love
But if you’d loved her you’d have let her go my darlin
Now I guess it is you’ll have to take to wonderin
If you lie there cuz you fell too hard
Or cuz the world is ending
Or because you’ve got nowhere to be
Or were you just finding
Finding something godly
But how could god after all she’s just a lonely, aching body
I gotta mull it over
Gotta think real hard
Love it’s a rollercoaster;
A sinking ship we’re on
I’ll dissociate and never really send it
For that way you’ll never know I really meant it
Well lie here lest we lose our grip
Cuz the world is ending
Lie here cuz there’s nowhere else to be
Finally back to finding
Finding something Godly
And finding God has trapped us inside lonely aching bodies
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3. |
My Time
04:31
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New Fashioned Holiness
04:14
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New Fashioned Holiness
There’s no gun that makes you right
And no bullet like a knife
For to end it all slowly is new fashioned holiness now
And the trees they have no mouths
If they did they would cry out
For they feel as they slowly die out having nowhere to grow
They say nobody knows
Of you people don’t know though we’ve tried to tell you
How we’ve tried to tell you
From the steps of the hotel
I hear mother Jezebel
Singing ‘beat em to join em; can’t wait til they all come around’
No ones coming around
For they hear not a sound though the music’s playing
You best mind what you’re wearing
There is no sky; it’s a bold faced lie
Just a ceiling with no end
There is no moon; just a great balloon
It’s a circus baby; a circus baby
There’s a man inside my head
Say he died and rose again
Just to build up the walls of his kingdom so that no one gets in
Put my name on your list, and the nails through my wrists
And a gun in my hand; for it’s love that you missed
It’s his love that you missed
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Sentimental Records Los Angeles, California
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