1. |
His Block
02:06
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His block is just ten miles away
your dad's car will subtract its darkness
from the streets it runs over
Behind the crime scenes you ride
hard working your way up and down
to make the paper readers' day
one of more delight
feeling that the urban is more
than bus, politeness and life
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2. |
Well, It Deteriorated
02:17
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Well, it deteriorated
Much too fast
I can no longer live on love alone
No longer rejoice
With myself
Yearning to you and writing songs
A week long high
But now my eye, again, is dry
And words don't spill
With fascination of your face
They are served cold
Handwriting that is calculated
And laid back
"Pulp" songs don't sound so fresh
And all I'm left with is some pulp
From the bottom of my heart
A week long high
But now my eye, again, is dry
And words don't spill
With fascination of your face...
They are now cold
In general
This song ain't that good
Still, I can't cry
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3. |
Camille
03:54
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"Now understand," said Marguerite,
"you are always to say to that idiot
that I am not in,
or that I will not see him.
I am tired out with seeing people
who always want the same thing;
who pay me for it, and then think
they are quit of me.
If those who are going to go in
for our hateful business
only knew what it really was
they would sooner be chambermaids.
But no, vanity,
the desire of having dresses
and carriages and diamonds
carries us away;
one believes what one hears,
for here, as elsewhere,
there is such a thing as belief,
and one uses up one's heart,
one's body, one's beauty,
little by little;
one is feared like a beast of prey,
scorned like a pariah,
surrounded by people
who always take more than they give;
who pay me for it, and then think
they are quit of me.
If those who are going to go in
for our hateful business
only knew what it really was
they would sooner be chambermaids.
But no, vanity,
the desire of having dresses
and carriages and diamonds
carries us away;
and one fine day one dies like a dog in a ditch,
after having ruined others
and ruined one's self."
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יפה לך פזור
אחרת זו תהיה טעות
שיערך מסתיר את פנייך
הניחי לי להזיז אותו
יפה לך פזור
הדרך אל אזור
לא תהיה עוד ארוכה
משתהיי אך רוח
ללא גוף לך למשא
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5. |
Eternal Glory
01:41
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Eternal glory is not a thing you can buy
In a pawn shop like a ring
Earth delivers human stars to the sky
And absorbs them when they fall into the wilderness
Can they rise again?
Can they get back to normal life?
Conformism was the thing those days
Now they're back in the woods
Now they are one with nature
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Have you ever looked at the clock
And wished that someone was thinking about you
At two-o-nine PM?
The phone could ring and on the other side
There could have been a distant voice
That wishes you were there with them
At two-o-nine PM
Oh mother, I don't mean you,
I know you've cared
You don't know how scared I was
When no one thought about me
I wanted to send my love to the world
My words to my friends
At an affordable midday cost,
To prevent them what I've just felt
To think about them, I wanted to think
Most times I walk the streets alone
And think about myself
Or think about my girl
And why I should leave her
I wanted to think about someone,
I wanted her to synchronize
With me in dreams,
To say hello,
To hear her "Haven't seen you
In a while and I missed you"
And to feel myself lip-sync
To her talking
And wake from this daydream
At two-o-nine PM
When she calls to tell me -
"Have you ever looked at the clock...
Most times I walk the streets alone...
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