1. |
Kiss Me Like A Stranger
02:52
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Lost in the lights
Pull the curtains back whenever you like
Hold me close under the marquee tonight
It’s all right
Most of the time
Street sweepers hum
Kicking dust up you can rub on your gums
A form of freedom but essentially numb
It’s not fun
But it’s safer than love
Someone come and sweep me up
I’m naked as paper
Coming back down
Sooner than later
Kiss me like a stranger
Kiss me like a stranger
Behind the scenes
Looked for salvation in each thread and each seam
With broken pieces of American dreams
Just a tease
For broken people like me
Someone come and sweep me up
I’m naked as paper
Coming back down
Sooner than later
Kiss me like a stranger
Someone come and sweep me up
I’m naked as paper
Coming back down
Sooner than later
Kiss me like a stranger
Kiss me like a stranger
Kiss me like a stranger
Kiss me like a stranger
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2. |
Lamplight
03:39
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Go to pieces whenever you want
I’ve come to peace with losing the plot
California under shooting stars
Breaking windows in the downstairs bar
Coming for you because I want to
As it starts to fade
Lay me down in your lamplight
Lay me down in your lamplight
Lay me down in your lamplight
Lay me down
Drove for hours to the canyon and back
Stopped in Red Bluff for cigarettes and gas
California life’s just better here
Disappearing in the rear view mirror
Don’t forget her
Hollywood Forever
Leave me in the grave
Lay me down in your lamplight
Lay me down in your lamplight
Lay me down in your lamplight
Lay me down
It’s not a footnote
Not a vacation
Not just the static while you’re scanning for stations
Waiting for a something that may never come
Lay me down in your lamplight
Lay me down in your lamplight
Lay me down in your lamplight
Lay me down
Lay me down
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Trying to get out of LA
But you’re still on the list
I didn’t think that it would rain
I didn’t want to leave it like this
I really liked you from the start
But everything else has fallen apart
I’m aimless here without you
The devil gives your hands something to do
I really liked you from the start
Looking around to ring you up
But the payphones melt away
And the mist tastes like champagne
As the tears burn off my face
I really liked you from the start
But everything else has fallen apart
I’m aimless here without you
The devil gives your hands something to do
I really liked you from the start
I loved you as you were
When you were anything but her
See me trying to stay
A little longer in LA
I really liked you from the start
But everything else has fallen apart
I’m aimless here without you
The devil gives your hands something to do
I really liked you from the start
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4. |
Fast Friends
02:10
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Drunk in the booth
Jump off the roof
All that you do
Probably comes from abuse
Battling cage
Where nobody wins
I don’t believe
That there’s good in man
And you don’t want to look happy
You don’t have to look happy
I think we’re gonna be fast friends
I think we’re gonna be fast friends
You’re finally showing your teeth
It’s been a while since you did
In a snarl, in a grin
I don’t believe that there’s good in man
I think we’re gonna be fast friends
I think we’re gonna be fast friends
I think we’re gonna be fast friends
I think we’re gonna be fast friends
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5. |
Keeping The Score
03:21
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You were full of wonder
In faded colors
As your senses were all numbed
Through after parties
Happy hours
The marquee bulbs popped one by one
You’d tried some times to straighten out
Everyone just laughs about it now
This is somebody’s fantasy
This is somebody’s fantasy
But you never dream anymore
And your bodies keeping the score
You used to love the late night talks
The taxicabs and tower blocks
She asks, “is this still having fun?”
“This won’t hurt a bit, my love.”
You’d tried sometimes to straighten out
Everyone just laughs about it now
This is somebody’s fantasy
This is somebody’s fantasy
But you never dream anymore
No, your never dream anymore
This is somebody’s fantasy
This is somebody’s fantasy
But you never dream anymore
And your bodies keeping the score
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6. |
Endless Summer
03:08
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I’m a small ship in a big sea
Cold water you can’t drink
The salt on a saltine
The rays on a waxwing
Songbird in a large cage
Glass heart on a rampage
Dried blood on a Band-Aid
First line of the last page
Palm tree flower
After our
Endless summer
Starting over
And over and over again
You’re a long rose in the tall weeds
Firstborn and the script’s lead
Stone Mary whose eyes bleed
Best part of a striptease
Soft sun through the sharp trees
Left open for lost keys
The bells in the belfry
The awe in Los Angeles
Palm tree flowers
After our
Endless summer
Starting over
And over and over again
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7. |
Background
03:42
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Better wait until the feeling's right
Save it up until the afterlife
Conversations with the other side
Moving parts that we can hide behind
Watch her slowly disappear into the background
Her mouth is moving, but it’s hard to hear
Watch her slowly disappear into the background
Watch her slowly disappear
I’m an extra on a silver screen
I’ll do anything for Dopamine
Every morning I'm on holiday
And every night I watch it fade away
Watch her slowly disappear into the background
Her mouth is moving, but it’s hard to hear
Watch her slowly disappear into the background
Watch her slowly disappear
Lost in the mix
Who I came with
Feels far from me
Learn to love
Hide and watch
Wait and see
Watch her slowly disappear into the background
Her mouth is moving, but it’s hard to hear
Watch her slowly disappear into the background
Watch her slowly disappear
Watch her slowly disappear into the background
Her mouth is moving, but it’s hard to hear
Watch her slowly disappear into the background
Watch her slowly disappear
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8. |
First Daughter
04:15
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She is Main Street
Never met a stranger
Heart the size of these
Double-wide trailers
Best gift from a drugstore
She knows what she’s made for
At peace with everything
When everything is buckling
She’s the first daughter of the second son
Keeps it together for everyone
I adore her but I’m not the only one
She’s the first daughter of the second son
In the Parcade
With my paws around her
She’s a freeway
To the end I’m after
Wrapped up in my scarf where
A marquee light shines there
The big black letters read,
“You’re lucky for a chance again”
With the first daughter of the second son
Keeps it together for everyone
I adore her but I’m not the only one
She’s the first daughter of the second son
And I’m the weathered skin on a marching drum
Scratched up record that you used to love
Scope for the stars fading above
Future that’s worth dreaming of
For the first daughter of the second son
Keeps it together for everyone
I adore her but I’m not the only one
She’s the first daughter of the second son
First daughter of the second son
Keeps it together for everyone
I adore her but I’m not the only one
She’s the first daughter of the second son
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9. |
Bakersfield
03:40
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Everything was fine when I was twenty-nine
But everything is better
Since we got together for the second time
Bakersfield
In the dust
Take me there
Both of us
Bakersfield
Torn in two
This time for keeps
Instead of passing through
Take me back
Take me back
Take me back to you
Everything was great when I was twenty-eight
But everything is better
Make it last forever if it’s not too late
Bakersfield
In the dust
Take me there
Both of us
Bakersfield
Torn in two
This time for keeps
Instead of passing through
Take me back
Take me back
Take me back to you
It’s not something to pass the time
It’s not something to pass the time
It’s not something to pass the time
It’s not something to pass the time
I really liked you
I really liked you
I really liked you as you were
Bakersfield
In the dust
Take me there
Both of us
Bakersfield
Torn in two
This time for keeps
Instead of passing through
Take me back to your bed
Hand Police
Simon Says
Take me back
Take me back
Take me back to you
I really liked you
I really liked you
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10. |
Little America
06:03
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I had to use my other, other credit card
Just after noon playing pool with my old girlfriend in the downtown bar
Or maybe it was you
I thought I saw your folks car parked
Outside the bank we used to joke about robbing
On the Boulevard
Cause we’re both day old bread and a glimpse at the good Good News
Neighbors, shout-fighting, and bad back tattoos of cartoons
Cu-de-sac kids in the backseat of a Chevrolet
With champagne taste
Paying someone else’s dues
In Little America
Close to the bone
Somewhat free
But mostly stoned
One foot on the platform
One foot on the train
In Little America with what little remains
But these cracked-up sidewalks and tar-mended lots still belong to us
The all-night diners, orange caps, broken glass and wheel-well rust
And history won’t even remember this, and neither will you; it’s just
Snuffed out with your cigarette shaky hands baby bumps
Cut the ring off my finger
I’ll cut the ring off of yours
We used to dream together
But we can’t sleep much and we don’t dream much anymore
And it will never be that good again, and it can’t go back to the way that it was before
And there’s no secret chord
David died, and we whipped and lashed and crucified the Lord
In Little America
Close to the bone
Somewhat free
But mostly stoned
One foot on the platform
One foot on the train
In Little America with what little remains
The sun came up
Sarah slammed the car door hard
Walked into the Ampm
While I tried to get the car to start again
Bought two packs of Winstons
She's the Bodhisatva of bad decisions
And 3 different scratch-its
Climbed back with one
In every digit
One ornate with Hollywood Stars
One had flags
With red and white bars
She handed me the other with the drag race cars
And said “I hope you're luckier than me”
And she scratched one arm with one hand
Scratched the tickets blew off the debris with a penny on her knee
But she didn’t win anything
And I didn’t win anything
She sat there
and crossed a thousand arms
She cracked the tension with a laugh
She said “You don’t plan to be a fuck-up
But one day you wake up
and that’s just who you are
In Little America
Close to the bone
Somewhat free
But mostly stoned
One foot on the platform
One foot on the train
In Little America with what little remains
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