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Late! Pocketwatch

Pokey Little Puppy (instrumental)

no lyrics to song


Petrol CB


Shut your mouth for the winter
If your boyfriend listens
Were building a relation
For the music shakes it

Thereís that song again
thereís that song again
thereís that song again
thereís that song again

How come I could not cheat
If youíre a colorful lover
I donít mind being one of them
I donít mind my, big deal

Thereís that song again
Thereís that song again
Thereís that song again
Thereís that song again

Itís been thrown away again
Itís been thrown away again
Itís been thrown away again
Itís been thrown away again

Thereís that song again
Thereís that song again
Thereís that song again
Thereís that song again

Itís been thrown away again
Itís been thrown away again
Itís been thrown away again
Itís been thrown away


Friend Of A Friend


He needs a quiet room
With a lock to keep him in
Its just a quiet room
And hes there

He plays an old guitar
With a coin found by the phone
It was his friends guitar
That he played

hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm

He's never been in love
But he knows just what love is
He says nevermind
And no one speaks

He thinks he drinks too much
'Cause when he tells his two best friends
I think i drink too much
No one speaks
No one speaks
No one speaks

hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm

He plays an old guitar
With a coin found by the phone
It was his friends guitar
That he played
When he plays
No one speaks
No one speaks
And he plays
No one speaks


Throwing Needles


Whatís there at the door that changed my life
Without a simple reason why
Feel another afternoon
Split my poor broken heart in two

Itís not a friend that you and I
Throwing needles at the sky
March with friends thatís you today
Put them on and walked away

I walked away
I walked away
I walked away

You laughed the while you kissed my head
Talk about the time we spent
Picking arms up from the sand
Sure to never never land

In the middle of my story
Fuel the bed to keep you warm
Lie around and beat my head
Feed the cactus, iím instead

Get lost instead
Get lost instead
Get lost instead

The end!
The end!
The end!

Whatís there at the door that changed my life
Without a simple reason why
Feel another afternoon
Split my poor broken heart in two

Itís not a friend that you and I
Throwing needles at the sky
March with friends thatís you today
Put them on and walked away

I walked away
The end!
The end!


Just Another Story About Sketer Thompson

so we were in Amsterdam
and we were staying at this guy
Toss's house
good friend of ours
uhh
its kinda in the middle of the city
we were just finished with our
second European tour
and everything was going pretty good
Skeeter, he met this girl that lived
next door to Toss's
and within a couple of weeks he started
living with her, you know?
and i guess she had a lot of money or something
cause she was constantly buying him clothes
and getting him lots of stuff and loading him
with money, you know?
He was constantly going to the coffee shop
always getting the best herb and the best
hash, you know?
he was in good shape
she was really good looking, she was
really cool
i, i don't think he'd ever met her before
but she had, you know, other boyfriends i suppose
so i'm sitting on the couch, you know, in
Toss's apartment
and im reading, you know, maximum rock and
roll or flip side
one of those punk things
and i heard Skeeter come in
and he came in and he had all these really
nice clothes on
she bought him all this stuff
she like bought him cologne
he was really really smelling good, you know
he looked good too
you know he came in and put his herb
on the table and, whatever
i'm just reading my little punk magazine
not really paying attention
and then he says, uh, he says hey dave
and i look up
and he's standing there with his dick
in his hand
and he's kinda got it like lifted up so
he's looking at the head of his dick
he kinda pointed it at me
i didnt know what to think
he said does that look like pus to you
i said no i think its lint



Color Pictures Of A Marigold



She's there in case I want it all
He's scared cause I want
She's there in case I want it all
He's scared cause I want

All in all the clock is slow
Six color pictures all in a row
Of a marigold

She's there in case I want it all
He's scared cause I want
She's there in case I want it all
He's scared cause I want

All in all the clock is slow
Six color pictures all in a row
Of a marigold

She's there in case I want it all
He's scared cause I want
She's there in case I want it all
He's scared cause I want

All in all the clock is slow
Six color pictures all in a row
Of a marigold


Hell's Garden


Blew it all away
Blew it all away
Living green and gray
Blew it all away

Read to past the time
Sappy open line
Turns to yours and mine
Read to past the time..

You and I in hell's garden, hell's garden
The way it used to work
Iím in hells garden, hells garden, pay to watch emí burn
Iím in hells garden, hells garden, wait another turn
Iím in hells garden, hells garden, will be true the world

Blew it all away
Blew it all away
Living green and gray
Blew it all away

You and I in hell's garden, hell's garden
The way it used to work
I'm in hell's garden, hell's garden, pay to watch emí burn
I'm in hell's garden, hell's garden, will be true the world
I'm in hell's garden, hell's garden, wait another turn
I'm in hell's garden, hell's garden, wait it all the world
I'm in hell's garden, hell's garden, wait it all the world
I'm in hell's garden, hell's garden, will be true the world
I'm in hell's garden, hell's garden, wait it all the world


Winnebago


Able bodied, to the world
Cop to plenty, sell the tour
Split the moment, seal the sheet
Take the hemlock, beg to see

Feed the lawns from the palms of their hands

Never holding, to a ball
Winnebago, we will walk
Hold in water, spoke and wheel
She divorces, party zeal

Daddy loves little son no demand

Able bodied, to the world
Cop to plenty, sell the tour
Split the moment, seal the sheet
Take the hemlock, beg to see

Crawl along looking up still you stand


Bruce (Intrumental)


no lyrics to song


Milk

If I share powdered milk with you
I glue a picture to the chair
Spit and butter from the plate that broke a week ago

Gather roundí
Gather roundí
Gather roundí

A father scolds his little boy
For trading secrets with a girl
He turns and kicks the neighbors dog into the other yard

Gather roundí
Gather roundí
Gather roundí

For Mary's homeless people in the cardboard church
Beneath the ramp
Fire is left for anyone to blame until

Gather roundí
Gather roundí
Gather roundí

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