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Another Go
02:53
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I'd like to learn the science of making choices
I'd like to learn the art of knowing when
I'd like to learn the science of making choices
In case I get to do it over again
Does someone somewhere know the trick to time travel
That lets me act on everything I know now
Does someone somewhere know that trick to time travel
Cause God and I know how it goes when I'm not allowed
Let's have another go
This time, I won't be a psycho
This time, both my id and ego
Will blow you away
This time I swear that I will consult the experts
And they will lay me out a logical plan
You have my word that I will consult the experts
I'll make them swear there's nothing there I'll misunderstand
Let's have another go
This time, I won't be a psycho
This time, both my id and ego
Will blow you away
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Wreck
03:11
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I wanna wreck your home
I wanna get your husband alone
He hasn't met the Happiest Place on Earth yet
I wanna wreck your home
Oh, tomorrow night
I will be waiting at the end of your fight
I will be waiting as he goes for the kill
You won't give in, but you can bet that I will
I wanna wreck your home
I wanna get your husband alone
He hasn't met the Happiest Place on Earth yet
I wanna wreck your home
Oh, tomorrow night
He will be burning as he flips off the light
He will be burning as he slips out the door
He loved you first, but wifey, he loves me more
I wanna wreck your home
Can't stand it, can't stand it
You took this all for granted
Can't stand it, can't stand it
I'm gonna wreck your home
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First Stone
03:37
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God bless me, I got my own
This child is rich, and all alone
Lady Day, sing away
You call back those days
Anyway, anyhow
I said it then, I mean it now
I struck the sole blow
And she threw the first stone
God damn these old familiar songs
Each note lingers as I go on
Lady Day, I waste away
Haunted by refrains
Anyway, anyhow
I said it then, I mean it now
I struck the sole blow
And she threw the first stone
That stone
My past won't leave me alone
That song, that song
I can't help but sing along
Anyway, anyhow
I said it then, I mean it now
I struck the sole blow
And she threw the first stone
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Oh you're living in the shadow, daughter
Of a heritage you don't understand
Oh our branches may reach up to heaven
But our roots dig where they can
Oh our river, it's running wicked, yeah I watched it
Oh it's troubling all of your friends
Baby, you watched them just sink in the water
Then you dove, you dove right in
Whiskey is the devil daughter
But you sinned, you sinned
Whiskey is the devil daughter
But you, you, you sinned
Oh what I need is the garden, and I promise
That I would do anything just to get back in
Don't tell me the devil brought you the apple, daughter
When it's you, it's you bit in
Whiskey is the devil daughter
But you sinned, you sinned
Whiskey is the devil daughter
But you, you, you sinned
Oh what I need is the garden, and I promise
That I would do anything just to get back in
Don't tell me the devil brought you the apple, daughter
When it's you, it's you bit in
Whiskey is the devil daughter
But you sinned, you sinned
Whiskey is the devil daughter
But you, you, you sinned
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The ceiling has got cracks and stains
That previously were just blocked by your face
Now my face is red w blood I may keep in my veins
If you just take your last words away
You'd never fuck a woman that you don't love
You don't love, you don't love
You'd never fuck a woman that you don't love
Oh, your god, what have you done
If I had to guess where you would be
I'd say in the shower washing off bits of me
Yeah, witnessing your mistake spin round the drain
Leaving me my disgrace to spin round my brain
You'd never fuck a woman that you don't love
You don't love, you don't love
You'd never fuck a woman that you don't love
Oh, your god, what have you done
What did I do
I only went where my heart led
And it was clearly enough
Enough to make you forget
To never fuck a woman that you don't love
You don't love, you don't love
You'd never fuck a woman that you don't love
Oh, your god, what have you done
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How does it feel to have enough ?
Is it like washing your hands, elbow deep in the tub -
You take soap and water, take hand one and two,
Rub them together, and at some point you're through ?
But that's not even true, the dirt never comes off -
You can wash them forever, and it's never enough.
My hands are filthy - that's nothing new -
But I haven't even started with you.
Is it like when your friends tell you you've had enough -
They take you aside, all grave and serious ?
Oh, at the time, you swear they are wrong -
How can you keep drowning with nothing to drown on ?
But you wake up the next day, and the sun is too bright
And your skull is too small, and you know they were right.
I can't think or talk straight - that's nothing new -
But I haven't even started with you.
How does it feel to have enough ?
To know that you're done ? To know you're all filled up ?
How does it feel to have enough ?
Is it this loud ? Or this loud ? Should I keep turning it up ?
Till your ears start to bleed - till the neighbors complain -
Till I get what I need - till you're screaming my name.
How does it feel ? God, I wish I knew.
I haven't even started with you.
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Marked Man
03:30
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You're a marked man, brother, you're a marked man, hey
Get right down on your knees and pray
And thank the Lord I don't have my way
You're a marked man, brother, you're a marked man
I will close my eyes, then, three two one
The guilty hide, the guilty run
I'll make you fly till the day I'm done
You're a marked man, brother, you're a marked man, hey
Get right down on your knees and pray
And thank the Lord I don't have my way
You're a marked man, brother, you're a marked man
Know that I watch everything you do
And hope that I never stop watching you
The day I stop is the day I'm through
You're a marked man, brother, you're a marked man, hey
Get right down on your knees and pray
And thank the Lord I don't have my way
You're a marked man, brother, you're a marked man
If you search your soul and it sets you free
And you're all contrite like you ought to be
It might get you off, get you right with God
But you'll never be right with me
You're a marked man, brother, you're a marked man, hey
Get right down on your knees and pray
And thank the Lord I don't have my way
You're a marked man, brother, you're a marked man
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We're All Gonna Die
03:07
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Minding my own business
Knock at the door, who is it
Be right there, one minute
Gotta get up and go get it
Got white hair, eyes all crazy
Now most mad men don't phase me
But these guys, I'll admit it
Got me scared, we're finished
The scientists proved it
We're all gonna die
They've got charts, equations
How, when, and why
You did not invite them
And neither did I
But they're here, drink up
We're all gonna die
I go do my laundry
The docs are right behind me
Get lost in some party
These creeps will always find me
Who are they, christ, what is this
I mind my own damn business
Always there to remind me
All about their findings
The scientists proved it
We're all gonna die
They've got charts, equations
How, when, and why
You did not invite them
And neither did I
But they're here, drink up
We're all gonna die
I don't wanna go the way they say
If I gotta go, let it be my way
I don't wanna go the way they say
If I gotta go, let it be my way
The scientists proved it
We're all gonna die
They've got charts, equations
How, when, and why
You did not invite them
And neither did I
But they're here, drink up
We're all gonna die
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Ether Rope
01:04
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Frigid
04:06
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I'm caught in a torrent, I've got to come in
But hope keeps me stupid in harsh elements
There's nothing between the sun and I
But a handful of clouds and a few million miles
This cannot be, this cannot be
How he loves me
I get myself pretty, he gets me undone
My lipstick is smeared and my mascara runs
There's nothing between us and outside
But my windows and walls and his lack of time
This cannot be, this cannot be
How he loves me
Next time he's horny, comes sniffing around
He'll find me between the top floor and the ground
Frigid I'll jump, frigid I'll fly
Frigid I'll fall from a respectful sky
This cannot be, this cannot be
How he loves me
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This is the stuff
My night's made of
Killer fills up my drink
The one thing that's filled up as much as I need
He'll never quite love me enough
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Mieka Pauley Brooklyn, New York
Mieka Pauley possesses a voice that flows like good whiskey and a frankness that makes Alanis Morissette look shy. She conjures up a sonic immediacy with the same masterful command as Ani DiFranco with driving, yearning melodies that stand alongside the work of Michelle Shocked, Neko Case and Emmylou Harris. ... more
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