1. |
Vocal Chords
05:50
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Do you remember,
your tendons in knots,
pushing thoughts through your throat?
Do you pretend
that you haven't forgotten
every song that we wrote?
Cut open wide, wide open eyes
and a waste of your time
Follow the herd,
and the sounds of the words
must mean nothing to her
Play on words
But don't get hurt
Breathe in her
Tastes like dirt
Do you remember,
trying not to forget
all the time that I spent,
Shooting the sun,
Until the children had won
the right to learn how to live
Dried up flies
Until a cardinal flies
into the whites of your eyes
Mine have been gone
I think for far too long
Good thing I'm too wet to cry
Play on words
But don't get hurt
Breathe in her
Tastes like dirt
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2. |
Now I'm Clean
03:20
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Paint me pretty colors like blue and pink
Wash my small intestines in the kitchen sink
Cut my hair, pull my teeth,
Now I'm clean
Roll me over naked in the rain and mud
Wash me in your red and white whiskey blood
Take my money, and take my love
Now I'm clean
You said I smell like shit and my hair's in dreads,
Better clean up before I end up dead
Well my eyes are closed, and my clothes are in shreds
Got a maggot on a twig and I call it a head
Now I'm clean
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3. |
Hello
05:13
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Hello, are you standing in the door
Cause I just found a piece of you
On the corner of the floor
Hello, I recognize your face
And I hate the way it looks
But I sure love the way it tastes
And I'm not in to lovin' you
But I know I'm in love with you
And finally I'm comin' to
And you are comin' too
And I believe I live
In you completely
(My vitamin's your violin)
Hello, could you please kiss my brain?
Cause I've been cookin' on the concrete
And it's really leavin' stains
Hello, put your fingers in my eyes
Cause lately I've been waitin' and they're
Filling up with flies
And I'm not in to lovin' you
But I know I'm in love with you
And finally I'm comin' to
And you are comin' too
And I believe I live
In you completely
(My vitamin's your violin)
Hello, are you standing in the door
Cause I just found a piece of you
On the corner of the floor
Hello, I recognize your face
And I hate the way it looks
But I sure love the way it tastes
And I'm not in to lovin' you
But I know I'm in love with you
And finally I'm comin' to
And you are comin' too
And I believe I live
In you completely
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4. |
I Hope It Rains
04:09
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I hope it rains, in my head
I hope it rains, in my bed
I hope it rains, today
I hope it rains on you and me
Cause when you're all soakin' wet
You'll never ever wanna dry off
Babe if you were a cigarette, I'd
Smoke you 'till my lips fall off
I'll fall in love with your cough
I hope it rains, in my head
I hope it rains, in my bed
I hope it rains, today
I hope it rains on you and me
Cause when you're on your vitamins
You'll never ever wanna get off
Or get out of this soakin' bed
With all the birds and bees and moths
I fall in love when you cough
I hope it rains, in my head
I hope it rains, in my bed
I hope it rains, today
I hope it rains on you and me
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5. |
Down To The River
06:12
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Well let's go down to the river
I'll show you what you wanna see
We got stars, tar, jars of hearts
Old guitars we're goin' to Mars
We'll paint each other green
Let's go down to the river
We can go down there for free
We can meditate, medicate
Bite our tongues beneath the lake
You can be what you wanna be
Let's go down to the river
I'll show you what you wanna see
Well let's go down to the river
We can go down there for free
Let's go down to the river
We can paint each other green
Let's go down to the river
You can be what you wanna be
My head is numb, my teeth and tongue
My eyes are one, and I may be dumb
My broken lungs, and their golden drug
All soaked in love in the semen sun
Well let's go down to the river
Yeah there aint' no one around
The golden ground, the silver sound
We can lose what we haven't found
And all the children drown
Well let's go down to the river
We can go down there for free
We got stars, tar, jars of hearts
Old guitars we're goin' to Mars
We'll paint each other green
Let's go down to the river
We can go down there for free
Let's go down to the river
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6. |
Spit
04:30
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You're made of Tylenol, but you make me sick
Soak in your alcohol and take another hit
And if you're happy, you can hold it in your mouth
Burn through your lipstick when you spit it all back out
And I need your lips like I need
Spit in my eye
Chew through your filters, your imaginary love
You only kiss her when you're sick of throwin' up
These insects asking me the meaning of their lives
All live in liquor stores and still ignore their wives
And every time I talk I spit on the ground
Pull of your eyelids, somebody's smilin'
This place is black and white now
Pull out your veins, get rearranged
And if you're insane I love you
Breathe the pollution, burn the solutions
You're hallucinating
Let it remind you, once it's inside you
I'll spit in your brain
I'll do the same, all day
All day
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7. |
Moths
03:24
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Holding on to spider webs,
Both my eyes and in my head
Got no time for cigarettes,
Cause I ain't got nowhere to smoke
Oh, we'll settle down
In a shitty little dead end town
Oh, we'll settle down,
All the children running upside down
Moths all flying out the mouth
Records spin around and round
Every single subtle sound
Pulls me closer to the ground
Oh, we'll settle down
In a shitty little dead end town
Oh, we'll settle down,
All the children running upside down
Well if you're not quite screwed on right,
You gotta loosen up
If your first night wasn't tight,
Go tighten up
I hope that's not too much
All the children kill and steal
Breaking open ropes and seals
So turn my wheels and turn my heels
And tell me what you wanna steal
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8. |
Bitch
02:58
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Well we were shakin' in the knees
And there were children in the streets
With broken fingers
And in the year before you're born
When your umbilical was torn
You were a singer
And I know how much you lose,
They cut mine too, they cut mine too
But we can sew ourselves together
We can turn into whatever we want to
So if you want to, baby I want to
And if you want to, baby I want you
I could dissolve into you
Baby I want to
Well we were burnin' through our lips with
Every cigarette we kissed and that I've
Gone through
And my stomach sits and rots and
Falls apart just at the thought
Of being with you
And I know that god makes plans
He broke my hands, he broke my hands
Well we can sin and sin forever
And you can turn into whatever you want to
So if you want to, baby you want to
And if you want to baby you want to
I could dissolve into you
Baby I want to
And if you want to, baby you want to
And if you want to, baby you want to
I could dissolve into you
I want to baby I want to
I want you
I don't want to
So if you want to, baby I want to
And if you want to, baby I want to
I could dissolve into you
I want to
I don't want to
Baby I want you
I don't want to
Baby I want you
I don't want you
I don't want you
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The Zygotes Dayton, Ohio
The Zygotes were a hot, hog-wild band of youngsters with Zade Walters and Simon Kingston the consistent core members and a gaggle of talented goofs rotating throughout the years in conjunction. Some say they are all still rotating today, spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning ... more
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