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Something might happen but nothing will be never ending.
Right from the start I told you I can't spend the night.
Forget all the feelings.
Remember the sessions.
How we made a connection.
With the lambs from my dreams looking up at your hands.
And your hands pointing up at the lights.

Well they blew up
the chicken man
in Philly
last night now
they blew up
his house too
Down on the boardwalk
they're gettin' ready

Kids with broken hearts, kids with broken bones
Kids with kidney stones giving birth to bloody stereos
Systems are all dripping wet with the gristle piss and the swizzlesticks
Mary got a bloody nose from sniffing margarita mix

She licked her lower lip and then she kissed that Hallelujah chick
She came off kind of spicy but she tasted like those pickle chips
Thought she was a dancer but her steps they made the records skip

Nelson Algren came to Paddy at some party at the dead end alley
Yeah, he told him what to celebrate
And I met William Butler Yeats, Sunday night dance party, summer 1988
At first I thought it might be William Blake

We mix our own mythologies, we push them out through PA systems
We dictate our doxologies and try to get sleeping kids to sit up and listen
And I'm not saying we could save you, but we could put you in a place where you could save yourself

There was a stage and a pier up in western Massachusetts,
And the kids came from miles around to get messed up on the music.
And she drove down from Boden with a carload of girlfriends,
To meet some boys and maybe eat some mushrooms
And they did and she got sick
And now she's pinned and way too shaky.
She don't wanna tell the doctor everything she's taken
The paramedics hovered over her like a somber mourning family

Hey citrus, hey liquor
i love it when you touch each other
hey whiskey, hey ginger
i come to you with rigid fingers
i see Judas in the hard eyes
of the boys who worked in the corners
i feel Jesus in the clumsiness of young and awkward lovers

Me and my friends are like the drums on "Lust for Life?
We pound it out on floor toms
Our psalms are sing-along songs

And this whole town is like this
Been that way our whole lives
Just work at the mill until you die
Work at the mill, and then you die

Charlemagne shakes in the streets
Gideon makes love to the suites
And Holly's not invincible
In fact she's in the hospital
Not far from that bar where we met
On that first night

Charlemagne pulls street corner scams

He was drawn-up in the dark up in Penetration Park
He says he's got your medication
She was sitting on the edges of his vision trying to start a revolution
But he's done with all the parties, he's covered in contusions
Your life leaves life lines, your rug leaves bright bruises
She said she was cruising but she came back all proud and out of focus with a cool car, drank and broke us

Guys go for looks, girls go for status

The lighting made her look like she'd been captured
Sitting up and staring into space
Suddenly she turned to me and said "You seem pretty harmless"
The dosage was open for debate
The party with the python in the shower
Heather with the henna on her hands
Once we started mixing it with sodium bicarbonate
We got backstage and hung out with the band

With the wine glass on the microwave
And the ashtray in the kitchenette
I could tell that it was difficult
To bring that sort of subject up
It was tough to bring the subject up
Sleeper city on a power play
In the garden with a day to spare
And if you know the perfect words to say

All your favorite movies
They ain't that funny
If you ain't that high
And I ain't that high
All your favorite books
They wouldn't seem so well written
If you were just a little bit more well read
Hey, Jack Kerouac is dead

I was not involved at the Northtown Mall.
As a matter of fact I didn't even know that's where it happened.

I was France ave when they came out dancing.
I was Lyndale south. I was kicking it with cousins.
We were talking about going clubbing.
Instead we just started drinking.

Jessie I'm not joking around
I see the crowd you're hanging with and those kids don't seem positive
Don't all the cigs make you tired?
You know I'll never ask you to change I'll only ask you to try

I know you're gonna do what I know you're gonna do
But 22 and banging around in restaurants isn't that much prettier than banging around in bars
And why do you keep going to his car

If they ask about Charlemagne
Be polite and say something vague
Like another lover lost to the restaurant raids

And if they ask why we left in the first place
Say we were young and we were so in love
And I guess we just needed space
We heard about this place they called the United States

Lord, I'm discouraged
The circles have sucked in her eyes
Lord, I'm discouraged
Her new friends have shadowed her life
Lord, I'm discouraged
She ain't come out dancing for some time

And I'm trying to light candles

She's always funny in the morning
She isn't always funny in the night
Once she gets a couple of drinks in
She's probably gonna tell you
You ain't doing anything right
And then you'll roll your eyes
And then you'll probably fight

The guys are feeling good about their liquor run
The girls are kinda flirting with the setting sun
We all kind of fumbled through the jitter bug
We were all powered up on some new upper drug
And everything was partying
Everyone was pretty
And everyone was coming towards the center of the city
The dance floor was crowded, the bathrooms were worse

I guess we met a couple a bona-fide angels
But they all seemed kinda fat and fatigued
And now we're trying to match their mouths to the screens
Match their heads to their dreams

Everybody's searching out the softest seat
All dialed up for the funeral feast
Everyone's stabbing at the biggest piece

kids are ripping into sugar packets
townies taking off their tavern jackets
i'm in the pews sticking bills in the basket
praying that they're cool when I come pick up the package

tonight we're gonna have a really good time
but i want to go to heaven on the day i die
going to make like a preemptive strike

The girls want to go to the party.
But no one is in any shape to drive.
So we called up your guy and when he comes we're gonna ask for a ride.

We get to the place.
And she don't want to dance.
She says she's not really into this track.
She wants to know what's going on in the room

He stopped by and I didn't even recognize.
He looked shaky and sweaty and puffy and petrified.
He said that thing in California is kind of compromised.
I was hoping you'd help me.
Man, I'm so sick of running.

The doctors said that it was all in his head.
Then they discovered the blood.

They found me in a florist
I was fried and out of focus.
I was kicking it with chemists.

The scratches on my back
They formed into a choir
And belted out a chorus.

Surrounded in a car park in Hostile, Massachusetts
Waiting on your savior, listening to music
All this gun talk is making me itchy
These guys with no shirts, they're making me sweat it
It's been getting kind of hectic
You're hot and you're scared and there's not enough air
So faithful and pure that you're not even there
You're hot and you're scared that there's not enough air

It started when we were dancing
It got heavy when we got to the bathroom
We didn't go back to her place
We went to some place where she cat-sits
She said, "I know I look tired, but everything's fried here in Memphis"
Man, they want to know exactly which bathroom
Dude, does it make any difference?
It can't be important

Don't tell my sister about your most recent vision
Don't tell my family, they're all wicked strict Christians
Don't tell the hangers-on, don't tell your friends
Don't tell them we went down to Ybor City again

Don't tell the dancers, they'll just get distracted
Don't tell the DJs, they already suspect us
Don't mention the bloodshed, don't mention the skins

Well, the hospital's gonna let you go
But the scene is gonna stick around
Yeah, sure the stars in the sky
But the money's still down on the ground

Man, if money didn't matter
Then I might tell you something new
You can't tell people what they want to hear

Southtown girls won't blow you away
but you know that they'll stay (x4)

Take lyndale to the horizon.
take nicollet out to the ocean.
take penn ave out to the 494.
meet me right in front of the fabric store.
don't look me in the eye.

She sent a picture of a plethora of poker chips
Spread out on the bed between a mouth and a leg
She said there's pretty many people already
But still I wish you were here
Hadn't really seen her since the previous winter
She'd been a drop dead number since later last December
But here she is rising again
Happy Easter

I know we made plans to meet in Spokane
But the way I make plans, you gotta take it with a grain of salt
Got jammed in Alabama and I was trying to get all of it resolved
I'm sure it seems like it's a perfect fit
But trust me, man, 'cause I've been up in it
And at dawn I had to crawl back home through the quicksilver sprawl
To tell the truth, if I were you, I'd rather sleep over than telecommute
'Cause when you're in the same room

I've got a lot of old friends that're getting back in touch
And it's a pretty good feeling yea it feels pretty good
I get a lot of double takes when I'm coming round the corners
And its mostly pretty nice its mostly pretty alright

'Cause most kids give me credit for being down with it
When it was back in the day back when things were way different
When the youth of today and the early seven seconds

There are nights when I think that Sal Paradise was right
Boys and girls in America, they have such a sad time together
Sucking off each other at the demonstrations, making sure their makeup's straight
Crushing one another with colossal expectations, dependent, undisciplined, sleeping late

She was a really cool kisser and she wasn't all that strict of a Christian
She was a damn good dancer but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend
He likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration

There's that girl from your work and she's here with some guy
He's got a t-shirt tux and piano key tie
The rest of us were rolling our eyes at the handshake
He did with the doorman
But that's how he gets the stuff that makes him feel so important
And we all need something to get through the night
'Cause the kitchen gets hot and the fingers get fried
A Pontius Pilate played to the crowd

While you were in Michigan
She was pretty much living in
A 3.2 bars a stretch to call a club.

It was called The Ambassador
She was pretty much crashing there.
The space between the skin and all her blood.

A bear there was
A bear, a bear
All black and brown
And covered in hair

Three boys, a goat
And a dancing bear
They danced and spun

It was an early morning meet-up at the mansion up the mountain
The Maestro still had glitter on his face
They led us to the office and once my eyes adjusted
I took a little look around the place
On the mantle was a portrait of his father and the fortune
He'd amassed from being ruthless but polite
And a bottle with a model, a specific British clipper ship
On his desk there was a pistol and a pipe

Once you cut her loose.
I knew that she would leave.
For a while I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't even breathe.

Sure she's still with you
But first she was with me.
What tangled webs we weave.

There was that whole weird thing with the horses
I think they know exactly what happened, I don't think it needs any explaining
I'm pretty sure I wasn't your first choice
I think I was the last one remaining

I wish we hadn't gone and destroyed it
'Cause I was thinking we could pull another weekender
You've still got a little bit of clairvoyance

The professor was pointing out the subtle distinctions
Of the difference between plunder and pillage
Everyone has such an important position
When you live in a traditional village
The waiter walked up with his arm in a sling
The doctor said it's sort of suspicious
Pretty sure that he's not even injured
He's just fishing for another prescription

Every morning we burn the bread
Walk it down to the waters edge
See the seagulls eat cigarettes
Check your breath in a spoon
All your stuff in the storage shed
Twisted sheets on the trundle bed
And the anti-psychosis meds
Made you feel all marooned

You don't have to deal with the dealers
Let your boyfriend deal with the dealers
It only gets inconvenient
When you wanna get high alone
You don't have to know how to get home
Let your boyfriend tell the driver the best way to go,
It only gets kinda weird when you wanna go home alone,
You don't have to know the inspiring people