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1. Bend To Squares
2. President of What?
3. Champagne From a Paper Cup
4. Your Bruise
5. Pictures in an Exhibition
6. Sleep Spent
7. The Face That Launched 1,000 Shits
8. Amputations
9. Fake Frowns
10. Line of Best Fit
Gravitated towards a taste For foreign films and modern plays But that machine could only Bend to squares five to six times Before your fingers came unwired Weights down so that you could move forwards Pinch to snub that restless nerve And knock the wind from one last urge With two fingers in a rock glass Time passed and that was that Quite a slip, a loosened grasp Weights down so that you could move forwards Oooh, what a way to cut lengthwise...
I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday Creases indicating fold that kept four walls from caving in I took a little more of what I take for granted And filled my plate with fear that gears would turn And wheels would roll away Something's got to break you down Entered the scene I'm told on I think it was Monday You drove straight through and mined that quarry For all it could bleed til dry I gave a little more til I got taken for granted Cause beautiful boys gave chase And when they arch your backbone It's such a dreadful sight Something's got to break you down And I'll react when faces find you With jealous fits that gag and bind you Cause nothing hurts like nothing at all When imagination takes full control [Recording] //For Years, I've been closely watching parents and children. I've noticed how the success of children later on really starts very early, in the home. All boys and girls are born with their own special talents. These talents have their greatest chance to grow in a friendly, loving home.\\ I saw the scene unfold...
I think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now I'll keep my mouth kept shut from under lock and key That's rusted firm, no lie Cause all these conversations wind On and on... Drinking champagne from a paper cup Is never quite the same And every sip's moving through my eyes And up into my brain At half past two about time to leave Cause the DJ's playing rhythm and blues A sad-sorry state stutter step to those slammin' grooves As I'm waiting around for you...
It's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes But you're so far-sighted that you can't place trust In what or who you recognize We sped the Plymouth cross the banks of the Mississippi River Mary Timony was smaller than a super ball Chitter-chatter all these secrets started giving me the shivers Plain and simply broken down near Olympia I think your bruise was understated Cause you can't feel this anymore It's getting bluer and you can't keep faking That you can't feel this anymore
I think you caught me on the downslide, downturn I was busy writing with a pen and paper, thin dreams And all your plastic people with plastic hearts and smiles They had the worst intentions all along after all The royal castle holds the mellow drama kings and queens And all their dazzling children, they're so regal, so clean With pristine fingertips they wash behind their ears And let their hair down til the audiences leave I'm definitely shaking The silence isn't breaking Backwashed and stranded memories Of something I thought could be