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Half–moon
Half–moon
Could go either way
Half–moon
Half–moon
Could go either way
They say it’s getting darker—
They can’t see the darkness for the grey
I sipped my wine
She slipped in
like a sugarcube
I sipped my wine
She slipped in
like a sugarcube
I said, “If you’re so sweet, Babe,
how could you be so rude?”
Half–moon
Half–moon
Could go either way
Half–moon
Half–moon
Could go either way
They say it’s getting darker—
They just can’t see the sunshine for the day
She took off her head—
the American girls always do
She took off her head—
the American girls always do
I cleared a space on the table
to provide her with a better view
Half–moon
Half–moon
Could go either way
Half–moon
Half–moon
Could go either way
They say it’s getting darker—
But, you can’t believe a thing they say
She lay down her arms,
but I didn’t have the stomach yet
She lay down her arms,
but I didn’t have the stomach yet
Well, I knew what was coming
but wondered how much more I’d get
get
get
Half–moon
Half–moon
Could go either way
She stepped up her feet
as she whispered
that at least she’d tried
She stepped up her feet
and she whispered
that at least she’d tried
Her seat was empty
but the table was piled high
high
high
Half–moon
Half–moon
Could go either way
Half–moon
Half–moon
Could go either way
They say it’s getting darker
but it looks like she’s gonna stay
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Last Straw
02:06
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Between the Devil and the ocean
he draws a cigarette from the pack
He thinks with one last Camel
he can fake a lack of emotion
He was cold as the ocean
He was slow as Manassas in ’62
The troops wore camel coats, worn right though
the civil talk all afternoon
Eyebrows raised like a court reporter’s
amazed a razor stays upon its track
He knows his memory is short
but the straw he’s drawn is shorter
He was cold as a razor
He was bold, he was clever and never fooled
Lever pulled when he swore knew
when to stop, when to let it stew
Memory and ocean air
against a sea of seashell soldiers
standing shoulder bare to shoulder
I swear it all came down to splitting trigger hairs
I swear... he was cold on the trigger—
He could hold on forever or see it though
but bit by bit there was more to chew
‘till he lost the war and caught the flu
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Oh-No, Joey Tussaud
04:10
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When I grow up I’ll be a wax man
glass–eyed and taciturn
in my wax suit
Lost
and exhausted
in nights of wax fruit
like this—
something like this...
Look at these hands—
they weren’t made for these tools
correcting complexions
on paraffin fools
Where is my courage
to knock out their stools
like this?
Something like…
So, lately I’m planning a trip to the sun
If the spaceship don’t melt
then it’s easily done
The wax moon is waning
but I’ve just begun,
like this—
something like...
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Get out of your skin,
and put the record right on
Right on
Right on
Right on
Get out of your skin,
and put the record right on
Right on
Right on
Right on
You say you’re bored
before you even begin
Why don’t you wipe that face
from your stupid grin
and write on?
Step out of your mind
and take a look at yourself
Step out of your mind
and take a look at yourself
You want the world
It won’t cooperate
So you’re acting like the people
that you used to hate
You lost your soul
—at least you’ve still got your health!
Take off your shoes
and take a look at your socks
Black and blue
—you gotta take one off
You gained perspective
You gained control
You gained the world
but you lost your rock and roll
Lost your rock and roll
Lost your rock and roll
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I don’t know what to say, girl
How to make this alright
I don’t know what to say, girl
I just want to see you tonight
I just want to see you tonight
Bust from within me
like a crowbar
bent on spite
Headstrong
and musclebound
and teeth clenched for a fight
Just for a minute
you were far and
out of sight
Just for a minute
I was drowned
I don’t know what to say, girl
How to make this alright
I don’t know what to say, girl
I just want to see you tonight
I just want to see you tonight
Deaf from the pressure
The measured ridicule
Just an observer
at the bottom
of the pool
I led you down here—
Now I wait
and hope
that you’ll wrap your arms around me
like a life–preserver
I don’t know what to say, girl
How to make this alright
I don’t know what to say, girl
I just want to see you tonight
I just want to see you tonight
I just want to see you tonight
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