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Asleep at Heaven's Gate (09/18/2007)
09/18/2007
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the air is thick
the air is wasted
the lamb lies down for our entertainment
some mother's son
crashed at the pavement
his little eyes gone
we're one in the same man
now you know you never waste it
now you know you're wasted

i hear your voice, there's no emotion
did something die
you're not even responsive
when we were young we'd bottle water
collect reptile bones, commence the slaughter
now you know you never waste it
now you know you're wasted

all your dreams thrown in the trash
you were born into war
you were taught not to ask
for every single possibility
moving shadows in the dark
deciding fates over cocktail lunch
every single possibility

we better bust them out
you better bust them out
heart attacks won't get us down
our rifle butts pressed in the ground
our brains are lost, our skulls are found
we're kicking up the dust above them

. . .



Seconds from the aftermath
happiness from beyond
looking like a doggie picture
thinking like a skull, come and get it on
these aren't the droids you're looking for
but I'll let you know if I see anymore
your problems rest assured
like I needed

camel toe with water fiction
cannot go with finn
breaking up the party structure
you cannot spin, come and get it on
these aren't the droids you're looking for
but I'll let you know if I see anymore
your problems represent
like I needed


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we had fun in the sun
but now you've thrown it away
tossing out the baby with the bathtub
these dogs have strayed
you'll never know how hard I tried
to keep my worries in line
but they're all bastards

gone are the good old days
of painting young courtney pine
listened to the taunts and the shouts
of celebration wine
i never could make it work out right
her milk glows in the blacklight
but it don't matter
because no one comes out to see us

well my pain's in a rutt
I've been lonely enough
I've bled los angeles blood
I've had enough of this stuff

you can't go on with what you're doing
because they already know
you run your life into ruin
there's so much to show
you'll never know how hard I tried
her milk glows in the blacklight
but it don't matter
because no one comes out to see us

well my pain's in a rutt
I've been lonely enough
I've bled los angeles blood
I've had enough of this stuff

no one comes out to see us


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Heaven is a switchboard that you want to fight
she would even miss you if you taught her sight
power politician leaning to the right
baby's got a trust fund
that she'll want to go off like that
get off of my stack
leave a little window
get off of my stack

Now we wear same-colored yellow uniforms
sky is burning
but at least we're warm
go and run yourself a million miles
hoping that the colors run out
and you go off like that
get off of my stack
leave a little window
get off of my stack

You can never see yourself
ringing all around it

No one is on lake michigan
you labored on, lake michigan

Not another payoff
get off of my stack
leave a little window
get off of my stack
you know it won't do
get off of my stack


. . .


pulling the strings for centuries
any time that I'm on
you can sing on an on
when I spike, then I value
you could bid it up, bid it up
I don't care as long as I fall
I don't care, it's the enemy
you little shit
as long as I fall, I don't care
it's the enemy

any creed or any color
he's upset for what he did
you could sanitize the prince of visine
you could bid it up, bid it up
I don't care as long as I fall
I don't care, it's the enemy
you little shit
as long as I fall, I don't care
it's the enemy

pulling the strings for centuries
playing a lullaby

flowers fall in all directions
it's the tongue kiss
the joie de vivre
as we fell in and out of love
I thought about the century
I don't care as long as I fall
I don't care, it's the enemy
you little shit
as long as I fall, I don't care
it's the enemy

pulling the strings for centuries
playing a lullaby

. . .


mama's working in the garden
she's picking herbs so she could feed them
the dinner roll's the only value
saying “look what I did, so I could feed them”
christians in black

shuttled between LA and Oakland
miles and miles between and above them
born and raised to be an alcoholic
were you to old or young to stop it
christians in black

once I faked election
idle eyes that don't get met
with feelings out in the open
every day is just like the next
christians in black

. . .


hey, this one's on fire
listen to the bad luck all over again
waiters with no one to fire
listen to the bad luck
while this one flies
you said my reply
well I'm sorry, well I'm sorry
hey, this one's on fire
listen to the bad luck all over again
hades, there's no one to fire
listen to the bad luck all over again
you said my reply
well I'm sorry, I'm meaner

things you never liked
things you never tried
things you never liked
things you never tried
rules you never loved
rules that never stuck
brains you never tried
things you never liked

hey, all over again
listen to the hard luck all over again
you hide my reply
walkers with delusions of love
you made your cover over
while this one stuck
you hide my reply
well I'm sorry, I can't live it

things you never tried
things you miss in mind
things you never tried
words you never liked
own your own home
leaving them in line
words you never own
things you never tried
things you never tried
things you never liked
words you never stopped
things you never liked
things you never liked
words you never stopped
things you never tried
words you never owned

. . .


I want to slam the coastline
I want to hammer trees
you know I like it
we used the bend the risers
and the maple leaves
you know I like it
because it's you to wonder
how I drive
because it's you I wanted
for now

we used the burn the lamplight
on the rainy Sundays
you know I like it
I want to drive the highway
I want to feel the breeze
you know I like it
because it's you to be
my ageless ghost
because it's you I wanted
for now

say you want it my heart…

. . .


a snapshot of time
is just a memory of mine
I will file it in a vial
of denial
and cast away
so what's next

I missed your love

rot on a vine
of a time that's left behind
I could will you to stay
but I guess you've made up your mind
so what's next

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give me a second if you like
I am going, light ahead
I'll get you in the corner if you like it
I am going to be resigned
if you are ready anytime
every day is a fantasy
are you with me
I'll get you in the middle if you want it
I feel like a soldier's file
she felt bad and reviled
every day is a fantasy
aare you with me
places, places
I'm all out of faces
every day is a fantasy
are you with me

. . .


smoking cloves, you're the toast of midem
you twiddle knobs
because you think you need them
they'll put you in the ground
where's the pose, the curse in my head
you're just drunk on margaritas
they'll kick you when you're down
stayed in bed-stuy, turn it around again
mix the master
turn it around for this moment
you're in a phony town
you're lucky your ever found
you're in a phony town

bust your balls, 10 buck per diem
sharpee'd the walls to break the boredom
your desperation is found
when you get home
you're the devil's agent
says she's your friend
until you need her
they'll kick you when you're down
stayed in bed-stuy, turn it around again
mix the master
turn it around for this moment
I was born a bastard
I fell for the joke again
sergeant cpa
look at the hand that he's holding
you're in a phony town
you're lucky your ever found
you're in a phony town

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just back from a weekend of luxury
you get so weightless
in personal hell
sad eyed, your're looking up to me
some chinese chasers
for your terminal health
you'd say I'm out of my head
but really I'm the only one who's bounced back

you know the odds of recovery
from ballroom days
and walks through the park
I'd be pin-striped and handsome
if you'd stay for a while with me
before the mail comes
before im alone
you'd say I'm out of my head
but really I'm the only one who's bounced back
the music that I want
is cheaper than therapy

get off on the digital high tonight
I'd spy an oyster
and you'd spy a whale
I wish I was too young
to taste the time tripped over
and over again
you'd say I'm out of my head
but really I'm the only one who's bounced back
the music that I want
is cheaper than therapy

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