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Pavement
Pavement


Background information
Origin Stockton, California, United States
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Lo-Fi
Indie Rock
Years active 1989—present
Label(s) Domino Records
Matador Records
Big Cat Records
Drag City
Associated acts Sonic Youth
The Crust Brothers
Ectoslavia
Free Kitten
Gary Young's Hospital
Marble Valley
Spiral Stairs
Preston School of Industry
Silver Jews
Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks
Members
Mark Ibold
Stephen Malkmus
Bob Nastanovich
Scott Kannberg
Steve West
Former members
Gary Young
Jason Fawkes



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Pavement Album


Brighten The Corners (1997)
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Pigs, they tend to wiggle when they walk
the infrastructure rots
and the owners hate the jocks
with their agents and their dates

if the signatures are checked
you'll just have to wait

and we're counting up the instants that we save
tired nation so depraved
from the cheap seats see us
wave to the camera
it took a giant ramrod
to raze the demon settlement

but high-ho silver, ride
high-ho silver, ride

take another ride to see me home
listen to me! i'm on the stereo stereo
oh my baby baby baby baby babe
gave me malaria hysteria

what about the voice of geddy lee
how did it get so high?
i wonder if he speaks like an ordinary guy?
(i know him and he does!)

and you're my fact-checkin' cuz
(Aww...)

well focus on the quasar in the mist
the kaiser has a cyst
and i'm a blank want list
the qualms you have and if they stick
they will drown you in a crick
in the neck of a woods
that was populated by
tired nation on the fly
everybody knows advice
that was give out for free
lots of details to discern
lots of details

but high-ho silver ride
high-ho silver ride
takes another ride to make me
oh, get off the air
i'm on the stereo stereo
oh my baby baby baby baby baby babe
gave me malaria hysteria


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Blind date with a chancer, we had oysters and dry lancers
And the check, when it arrived, we went dutch, dutch, dutch
Dutch a redder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash,
And this emory board is giving me a rash.
I'm flat out.
You're so beautiful to look at when you cry.
Freeze, don't move.
You've been chosen as an extra in the movie adaptation of the sequel to your life.
A Shady Lane, everybody wants one.
A Shady Lane, everybody needs one.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
Oh my God, oh your God, oh his God, oh her God
It's everybody's God, it's everybody's God, it's everybody's God,
it's everybody's God
The world's collide
But all that we want is a Shady Lane.
Glance, don't stare.
Soon you're being told to recognize your heirs.
No, not me.
I'm an island of such great complexity
Distress surrounds
In the muddy, peaceful center of this town
Tell me off
In the hotel lobby right in front of all the bellboys and the over-friendly concierge.
A Shady Lane, everybody wants one.
A Shady Lane, everybody needs one.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
Oh my God, oh your God, oh his God, oh her God
It's everybody's God, it's everybody's God, it's everybody's God,
it's everybody's God
The world's collide
But all that I want is a Shady Lane.


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You better find your way out, you better learn how to run
You better walk away, and leave the angles for the shills
Well I've been thinking for days about the means and the ways that I could
hate all I touch
I know you're my lady but I could trickle, I could flood
A voice coach taught me to sing, he couldn't teach me to love
All the above
Easy talkin' border blockin' transport is arranged

Praise the grammar police, set me up with your niece
Walk to Baltimore, and keep the language off the street
Well I'm of several minds, I am the worst of my kind
I wanna cremate the crutch
I know you're my lady but phone calls could corrupt the morning
I heed the surgeon's warning -- pillars of eights

I swung my fiery sword, I vent my spleen at the lord
He is abstract and bored -- too much milk and honey
Well I'll waltz through the wilderness with nothing
but a compass and a canteen
Settin' the scenes
Easy walkin' border blockin' transport is arranged


. . .



The actress is always breaking things
the things you made and she took you for
And I'm so tired -- I'd be lying -- I hope the prarie buys you more
The fitness coast is growing near
the shores they don't stay blond this year
That's why the marble lawns stay clear and warm in time

I want to stay but my time is wasting
The magic lands call my name
They want to fire a missle launcher
But I know I need to stay

We all know that by staying here it'll be a good high this year
So what's the use to staying there if you've got no use for time
The fitness coast is growing near
the shores they don't stay blond all year
the continent moves with growing fears
It's all for expensive lawn

I want to stay but my time is wasting
The magic lawns call my name
I want to fire a missle launcher
But I know I need to stay

I know I need to stay
(and fight the day.)
I know I need to stay
(and fight the day.)
I know I need to stay
(and fight the day.)
I know I need to stay
(and fight the day.)


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Embrace the senile genius
Watch him reinvent the wheel
I don't need your summary acts, summary acts to give into the narrative
age

Old to begin -- I will set you back, set you back, set you
Old to begin -- I will set you back, set you back, set you

We get to feeling like a fixture
Set in 1966 -- time came that we drifted apart
Drifted apart to find an identical twin

Old to begin -- I will set you back, set you back, set you
Old to begin -- I will set you back, set you back, fella

Searching for latent cause -- blame it on menopause
Or perhaps stress and strain -- credit cards, lumbar/numb the pain
But I've seen your double dares everything extraordinaire
I know the things you do are gonna come back


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Sherri, you smell different
Get up early in the bed -- for you morning comes so easy
Spells have been cast and the urge has been lost
Snipers posted bills -- as they should -- of our midnight vacation
Back on the planet now -- I'm beginning to see just how
Echelon your dreams and they'll come true
Type slowly

One of us is a cigar stand --
and one of us is a lovely blue incandescent guillotine
The edge of creation is blurred and blushed
Not a lot of room to grow inside this leather terrarium
People of the bay -- it is excruciatingly gray
Face the front when he comes for you
Type slowly

Cherish your memorized weakness
Fashioned from a manifesto -- lady, I am no futurist
I'm my only critic, I

Trolls in the glen are consorting again
The liberals say they don't exist but I know that they do
Reinforce your literal ass -- hit it on the first or second pass
Frozen images, respected few
Type slowly


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Old intuition -- on your dock we're fishin'
Come on now, give us a grade
A for effort, and a B for delivery
C for devotion when the world starts encroaching on your plans
Where is the savoir, where is the savoir -- he's not here right now
Where is the savoir, where is the savoir-faire?

Embassy row -- the fumes they lay low
On lanes that are wide -- where the limousines glide
On the wrought-iron gates and the bone china plates
And don't forget your manners where the anthems play

In a netherworld of foriegn feeds
In a netherworld of foriegn feeds
In a netherworld of foriegn feeds
I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown
I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take a crown

Maids, they are frisked -- and asses are kissed
I needed a visa -- I bought off a geezer
Political favors could make you a savior
In an open corner where the news is late

In a netherworld of foriegn feeds
In a netherworld of foriegn feeds
In a netherworld of foriegn feeds
I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown
I'm gonna take a crown, I'm gonna take a crown

I need to get born, I need to get dead
I'm sick of the forms, I'm sick of being misread
By men in dashikis and their lefist weeklies
Colonized wrath -- their shining new path
The converted castle of moorish design
If you want to stay the weekend, well, we wouldn't mind
The plots they are hatching, the surface is scratching
In an open corner where the news is late

In a netherland of foriegn beads
In a netherland of foriegn beads
In a netherland of foriegn beads
I'm gonna take you down, I'm gonna take the crown
I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown
I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown
I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown


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A welcome to my friends:
This house is a home and a home's where I belong
Where the feelings are warm and the foundations are strong
If my soul has a shape, well, then it is an ellipse
And this slap is a gift
'Cause your cheeks have lost their lustre
You know, your cheeks have lost their lustre
You know, your cheeks have lost their lustre
You know, your cheeks have lost their lustre, lustre, lustre, lustre
Take it back -- send return out of time
Tape machine needs to be aligned

Aloha means goodbye, and also hello -- it's in how you inflect
Put the bark in the dog, and you've got a guardian
When the capital's S, it is followed by a T -- and it's probably me
And the tones are grouped in clusters
You know, the tones are grouped in clusters
Well the tones are grouped in clusters
You know the tones are grouped in clusters, clusters, clusters, clusters
Take it back -- kiss me into the past
Lately never gonna last


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Out beyond the call of duty --
hold your instincts hostage and stick near me
Let's drink a toast -- it's the most I can stand to cry about
The mental energy you wasted on this wedding invitation
Let's thank the host -- you've been such a perfect host
The roast was just so perfectly prepared
Now I know you care -- now I know you care
We are underused
We are underused

Simply put, I want to grow old -- dying does not meet my expectations
Let's drink a toast to all those who arrived alive to tell
About their struggles in hushed tones around a fire
It's late winter -- let's sink the ship, mix our blood, just the tip
A crip is sleeping on the basement stairs
Oh, I know he's there -- oh, I know he's there
We are underused
We are underused, yeah

(We are underused.)
(We are underused.)
(We are underused.)
(We are underused.)
We are under, under, under, under, underused!
(We are underused.)
We are under, under, under, under, underused!
(We are underused.)


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You know you've got it all wrong -- there's no other way to find it
You know you gotta be strong -- and I really hope you plan to buy it

'Cause that's the way to Passat, babe
And that's the car to his soul
He will bring you all the millions in gold, child -- if you will only let
him have his role

Everybody wishes you'd gone -- I've got no time to find it
And the dealer with the jingly song will never match my price reduction

'Cause that's the way to Passat, babe
And that's the car to his soul
He will bring you all the millions in gold if you will only let him have
his role

Yeah, you gotta be strong -- there's no other way to fund it
All the plantings are young and able --
and I hope you find a way to buy it

'Cause that's the way to his heart, babe
And that's the way to his soul
You got to give him millions in gold, child --
before I go the way of the sold

And that's the way to his heart, babe
And that's the way to his soul
You've got to give him millions in gold, child --
before I go the way of the sold


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I heard what you said
The leaders are dead
They're robbing the skies
I can hear their followers cry

Starlings in the slipstream
Starlings in the slipstream
Starlings in the slipstream
Starlings in the slipstream

The language of influence
Is cluttered with hard hard C's
And I put a spy-cam
In a sorority

Darlings on the split-screen
Darlings on the split-screen
Darlings on the split-screen
Darlings on the split-screen

There's no women in Alaska
There's no Creoles in Vermont
There's no coast of Nebraska
My mother, I forgot

Slavic princess with a rose in her teeth, do you suppose she would bite you if she could?
Insane cobra split the wood, trader of the lowland breed
Call a jittney, drive away, in the slipstream we will stay
Stay away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away

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Open call for prison architects
Send me your blueprints ASAP
Stack the walls such that I cannot breathe
Man is breedin' forever, because of the weather I hope soon to leave from
the east

No more absolutes, no more absolutes
Stick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent and run along, Leigh

Amateur seasalt gatherers colonized
They're good enough for Conrad Hilton, not good enough for my eyes
I trust you will tell me if I am making a fool of myself
Man is breedin' forever, breedin' forever, they come out and blister the
sea, oh yeah


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