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Jesus Montero breathed out loudly and smoking watched an audi through his fire escape
it was lightly raining all the trains shuttled out on Concourse all the dogs seemed to call her name
if all dogs go to heaven
and all dames ache for Daniel Day
fuck with me darlin' and i'll make you pay
the city is a womb of brown brick beds of clay
outside of the bars the lakers are on in the alleyway
but it shines from a time when the waitresses were fine and their great big bosoms bulged through their hi, I'm jamie signs and Jesus's eyes glides across the storefronts as he longs for a city's past that drips into the present like honey from a heated glass and
all dogs go to heaven
all songs end in quiet refrains
smart moms buy generic say it tastes the same
train is coming train is chugging, jesus running jesus coming, metrocard expired don't care, through the turnstiles up the stairs, see the train lights in slow motion creamy white as if a lotion dripped upon the body lying on the rails, jesus he pails
all dogs go to heaven, amps up to 11, all cabs go to bedford and N 11
all dogs go to heaven, grandmas go to reverends, all punks hang outside of the 7-11
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Fucking
03:00
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Quick turn up that voice dripping with her loins spread out backseat movie theatre
Elbows sticking to the floor all those delicious young boys in the back seats heard
Diet cokes in supple throats you cum in ropes you need to see her
her naked pose your eyelids closed you lose your shit to lynyrd skynyrd
fucking all of the time
out of sight out of mind
racing towards a decline
no reaction the past refracts her toni braxton records glittering in the light
onto those ripped black leggings in the cab home she cried
o and suck it to me suck it to me suck it to me suck it to me o motherfucker hey how are you doing?
Spit sideways boys please put your back into it
ya'll don't know what I been through till ya'll been through it
catch one look at those big brown eyes and you blew it
fucking all of the time
out of sight out of mind
racing towards a decline
queens forgot all the back of taxis broke her glasses sir please could you not in here
knock knock knock on the window called the cops five minutes they'll be here
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Wish Upon a Bar
02:58
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You wish upon a bar
please don't tell me where you are
bartender warmin' up his car
to CBS FM new york
bar loud, bar bright, first bar I see tonight
i'm gonna crawl out in the soft light im gonna weep slow meek as christ
the phone booth's an altar in queens, girl why you always gotta get mean
the buck that bought the bottle coulda struck the lotto but I never really knew what it means
don't tell me where you are
don't send me holiday cards
i'ma drop dead drunk on the fdr
I wish upon a bar
it's almost christmas time
the bartenders cutting limes
and he asks you bout your kids
you respectfully decline
bar moans with calzones and verses from the rolling stones
i'm gonna call you from a payphone i'm gonna make sure that you're not home
don't tell me where you are
don't send me holiday cards
i'ma drop dead drunk on the fdr
I wish upon a bar
you'll stay right where you are
I wish upon a bar
you'll come back to new york
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guitar fell out of time, missed you when you were mine
snowflake auld lang syne wept from the 7 line
thought bout something you said in '02 and slept on the tarmac
o, got a text from you out the blue well whatcha call that
it’s just a photograph
you catch her mid laugh
it’s just a furtive stab
into the curtained past
cus in the photographs
you lit a bogue then ashed
into the water splash
and batted long black lashes 'to the camera flash
1979 asian children crying
nixon had resigned and the pretty fathers pined
for days spent grillin dr pibb out in the guard shack
mrs hansen will you take me till death do and all that
it’s just a photograph
you catch her mid laugh
it’s just a furtive stab
into the curtained past
cus in the photographs
the kings of queens yelped brash
and ordered guinness drafts
and she smiled then laughed ordered something on my tab
countless boroughs filled with bars all that matters is the scars doc is criminal as charged burn your tongue its metal forks burn the young its metaphors burn your skin its agent orange, apples sprinkled in the porridge
I don't know where you are, daddy loan me your car baby where did you park, darkened parking garage, babe what happened to us, long pained look where’s the trust, gets tinged up with the lust, zipper down then you fuck just then a passing truck
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Everything 2002
02:22
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I poured kerosene on my old dirty magazines mom and dad don't be mad at me
in a hole in a tree in the woods by the mattingly's there's a bag full of dvds
I run where no one can see and they'll console me, console me, no one consoles me like they do
its 1030 and somebody's calling me I ignore them with all of me
she says there's a hole in me and it looks like a coffee bean check the locks pull it off to me
I run where no one can see and they'll console me, console me, no one controls me like she does
i'm an adventurer i'm an adventurer i'm just like gulliver thats what I said to her
she never speaks to me unless we chat privately she never knows its me my handle's anthony33
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Knocking on the Door
03:02
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Mcdonalds drive thrus where I kissed you and lied to you and the garbages sighed food as I told you you were mine
something in you moves inside when you hear this song in the checkout line and feel the flickers in your nerves where my hands moved up your curves and feel the neighbor boys askin nervous do you think they heard us do you think they heard us, staring through the blinds 'say
something moves in you when you hear me sing
excuse me miss this might sound strange, I know I look and sound deranged but I found this little graduation picture of you and its old and coffee stained
but I kept it with me don't know why I cut it down to wallet size and kept it in my pocket walking through the chelsea market all those achin empty blocks of her I just can't think thoughts of her I stare into your pretty teenage eyes I just can't keep from cryin said
something moves in you when you hear me sing
i'm knockin on the door sinatra hits the floor and all the pretty wives wail for the blue eyed lord
henry hudson drive, avoid the i95 try to let your eyes dry a bit before you open the door
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King Kong
02:47
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something good it cant be this wrong make you love me by the end of this song
drag you screaming and set in bonds, empire state building king kong
set in chains like damon wayans to the family that bears his name won't you look handsome rolled up pants and holding cocktail parties for ransom
I wanna tie you up and then some, love some type a way our grandsons will sit upon our knees in mansions and ask about again through tantrums
something wrong with a heart that longs for another, dont you love her, yea i'm busy son pops open a cold one ask your mother, don't you love her don't you love her
something good it cant be this wrong make you love me by the end of this song
drag you screaming and set in bonds, empire state building king kong
I see london I see france, I see red well here's your chance to pull my heart just out its cartridge, shoot at its feet and make it dance
all my prayers are national anthems, the desert is an off white canvas god stretched out tight over kansas and drew the chalklines round my hands
something wrong with a heart that longs for another, dont you love her, yea i'm busy son pops open a cold one ask your mother, don't you love her don't you love her
something good it cant be this wrong make you love me by the end of this song
drag you screaming and set in bonds, empire state building king kong
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Catchyalater
04:04
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saw ya taking all the kids inside
picking up their toys you're cryin
and I watched you from the kitchen window
I wanna call you I just play nintendo
so you say the magic died
always knew just how to hurt my pride
never knew just how to say im sorry
im not tired baby tell me a story
catchyalater
would you like a diet coke i'm buyin
if you say you don't I know you're lyin
drove to the mall to see what flicks were showin
saw the exit and I just kept goin
in comes the doctor in comes the nurse in comes the lady with the alligator purse and you turn on 'lanis morrisette and learn all the curses but your aunt turns it off after one or two verses and the punks say how ya doin motherfucker and the punks say how ya doin motherfucker and you root for Patrick Ewing and you cant stop doin it you cant stop chewin it you tell her
catchyalater
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Irish Goodbye
02:36
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no its not a shock exactly mom its just that every single block of 7th avenue yawns out before me like its trying to talk
theres a grainy video thats playin back at 10 frames a second and she takes her things unplugs her fan sinatra screams over the band, he doesn't hear about it
nothing's gonna coil down
fuck this shit i'm florida bound
and I live in every jersey town
that hugs the turnpike on the way down
its an irish goodbye
when you dont ask why
you just swallow your pride
and you walk outside
wanna put both hands on the yellow line and I wanna pull back the i95 hand over hand till the florida vines and the emo bands are all in sight
theres a thousands visions of PA kitchens and little fences to keep out pigeons and open fridges and tvs that you pull a knob to turn on
nothing's gonna coil down
fuck this shit i'm florida bound
and I live in every jersey town
that hugs the turnpike on the way down
its an irish goodbye
when you dont ask why
you just swallow your pride
and you walk outside
baby you know me I thought you'd understand
theres something about me that just can't be your man
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excuse me darlin to disturb you
could you spare a bit of what the lord's left for you
bless your solemn unending virtue
lest your savior up desert you
jesus couldn't quell the pains of americas in trucks and trains and tractor trailers on the range barmen counting their change and goldwin mayer fred astaire slicking back his oily hair snort benzedrine off of a mirror, slaps her ass how are you dear and all the preachers whistle nervous stare down devils in the back of churches, meet their luscious daughter in the smalls beneath the boughs of birches
judy garland hit the bathroom floor of her cold apartment 'bove a chelsea store and all the drag queens and all the whores couldn't get poor judy back up off of her laurels and judy
wanna put my foot down on manhattan
make it float down like a boogie board
see the water bulging through the avenue
watch the cool kids look out their window bored as their mother drops the rolling pin the radio says
judy garland hit the bathroom floor of her cold apartment 'bove a chelsea store and all the drag queens and all the whores couldn't get poor judy back up off of her laurels and judy
judy garland you're a beauty darlin
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11. |
Bad Boy (Kind of Blah)
05:02
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the military sobs
the missionary jogs
their daughter's cherry popped to various hits round the clock
look at all my shit
fuck you all.gov
pull back the foreskin made of porcelain I wanna fall in love
bad boy
the porch angel sings
the punks moved to queens
the mangers are full up tonight gotta sleep on the f train
wop boppa doobop someone saw a shootout, mama threw your food out, aw the pain, waitresses are chewed out I was eating why'd you do that o im sorry forgot your name
bad boy
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played a recording of horns from the 40s
she slipped through my fingers but lingers in the synapses like nicotine, you taste her lips
there something wrong with me when i'm lonely I know
ma its ok
ill call you next couple days
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Frog New York, New York
Two real cool guys from NY. Vocalist & Multi-Instrumentalist: Daniel Bateman / Drums & Percussion: Steve Bateman. Photo credit: innovacancy.com
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Beautiful final album from Cloud
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