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Things Don't Change
05:08
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Back When You Wanted Me
04:14
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Our life was almost like a song
Back when you wanted me
I thought that nothing could go wrong
Back when you wanted me
But then when everything turned sour
There was nothing left to fill the endless hours
Wthout you —
I almost felt like I belonged
Back when you wanted me
But you never meant those words you said
Back when you wanted me
Dope, love and danger filled our heads
Back when you wanted me
You said we were above the law
Though you gave me more than sufficient cause
To doubt you —
Like every Genet novel I never read
Back when you wanted me
So maybe you were just a fraud
There was something twisted, a little flawed
About you —
But just for a moment I stopped wishing I were dead
Back when you wanted me
Back when you wanted me
Back when you wanted me
Back when you wanted me, etc.
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3. |
Turnabout (for Dennis)
03:12
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Someone else has played this game
Did something awful – though I’m not quite sure how
Someone hid behind his name
Did things unlawful – and you can’t stop him now
It’s just a lark, a little game
And darling we’ve all felt the same
It’s just a fad, a passing stage
A product of this anxious age
Bad boy led the world astray
I can’t explain, but I can show you how
Sad boy sighed his life away
He felt no pain – well, not much anyhow
It’s just a phase, perhaps a ruse
It’s nothing bad – he’s just confused
It’s just a shame, it’s just the truth
No, nothing serious – call it youth
And rest assured, it won’t last…
Leave this sorry mess behind
And whistle down the wind, then show your winning smile
Leave it, and perhaps you’ll find
Your special friend – just for a little while
But rest assured, it won’t last
It won’t last
It won’t last…
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Stay me – Oh, comfort me
It’s not the worst thing that could have happened –
Save your tears
It’s not the first time this has happened –
Save your pride
Stay me – Oh, comfort me
It’s not the worst thing that could have happened –
Save your tears
At every turn you think you’ll find
This matchless world you’ve left behind
Still breathless, waiting for the day
When all these cares are borne away
But time will never make amends
For might-have-beens…
No more a prophet or a seer
Premonition counts for nothing here
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You ruined half my books
While lounging in the bath
Spilled mustard on my sweater
And wrecked my abacus
But you never said 'I'm sorry'
For casting the first stone
And you never said 'I'm sorry'
For leaving me alone
You trampled all my zinnias
And made the neighbors stare
Pulled faces at the mailman
And talked dirty to my mom
But you never said 'I'm sorry'
In your vague, narcotic drone
No, you never said 'I'm sorry'
For leaving me alone
So can’t we pretend we were never lovers?
It was good then — We were just friends
Can’t we pretend we were never lovers?
It was better when we were best friends
You fucked up all my credit
Led a whispering campaign
Made free with my ex-boyfriend
And forced me to watch TV
But you never said 'I'm sorry'
When immigration phoned
And you never said 'I'm sorry'
For leaving me alone
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6. |
Don't Look Now
04:05
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Dear Santa, don't come to my house
Whoa, whoa - Santa please stay away
I don't like those elves or your reindeer
Or that pipe, or your big ugly sleigh
So Santa, don't come to my house
No, no - I've not been a good boy
And I don't want those wood blocks
Or stupid tin soldiers
So feel free to keep all your toys
Mom always said: "Don't take gifts from strangers!"
And despite all the dangers, temptation is strong
She said, "Remember what happened
To poor cousin Dustin -
Well it was disgusting and messy and vile -
And, besides, it's wrong!"
So Santa, don't come a-callin'
I've blocked up the chimney, you'll see
'cause I don't like your laugh,
Or your boots or your beard
And I don't think you're jolly
Just creepy and weird
And I'd like it best if you just disappeared
So Santa, don't come to my house
This year...
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8. |
Miss Fire
04:25
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I headed out of LA with my head in the clouds
I think I got enough in my tank
To make it over the grapevine
You see i’m taking the long way home, but I sure don’t mind
I think i’ve seen this stretch of road before –
But i’m not so sure –
Where am I going?
Where are you coming from?
And how long ’til We get there?
Miss Fire – Dead out on the highway
Miss Fire – Won’t you see it my way?
This road ain’t really so crowded
Straight on through to Bakersfield
I could get off at the next exit
But i’m sure to lose my way
Maybe if I had a compass
Then I’d know for sure –
Where I’m going?
Where you’re coming from?
And how long ’til we get there?
Miss Fire – Dead out on the highway
Miss Fire – I hope you’ll see it my way?
It’s cold and lonely out there in the Tule fog
She just might hold it together
But I’m still not sure –
Miss Fire – Dead out on the highway
Miss Fire – Can’t you see it my way?
Miss Fire – I’m so sick of trying
Miss Fire – It’s time we stopped denying
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One dark and stormy evening
You gave yourself to me
We lingered in our bed of sin
And laughed how free we’d be
From rules meant for mere mortals
Not for the likes of us
But then the winds of gossip bent
Our love into mistrust
Oh, what purpose does it serve?
We all get what we deserve
And I shall never love again —
What purpose does it serve?
How spitefully the tongues did wag
And how our hearts did rue
For you and I were promised, dear
But to others — oh, ’tis true!
We longed to be together
In a world apart from shame
But when our sin came home again
It tainted both our names
Oh, what purpose does it serve?
We all get what we deserve
And I shall never love again —
For what purpose does it serve?
You said our dreams was stronger
Than the earthly bonds of law
And we should be exhaulted
Despite our fleshly flaws
For we thought our love was ageless
But in time it fell to dust
And now by Fortune parted
We find it's merely lust
And what purpose does it serve?
We all get what we deserve
For I shall never love again —
What purpose does it serve?
Yes, what purpose does it serve
Under heaven’s blessed curve?
Oh, I shall never love again —
For what purpose does it serve?
Yes, I shall never love again —
For what purpose does it serve?
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10. |
Figure Ground
03:23
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The queen’s heart’s bleeding over false line-readings
Of sighs and long goodbyes
The scribe is yearning for the enemies he’s earning
But he’ll take them all on the sly
Ask yourself three questions – Who? And what? And why?
Ask yourself these questions – Answer on the fly
Is the cowboy still smiling at the soldier, so beguiling
And his half-forgotten wife?
As it was in the beginning, still the dancers go on spinning
Ever closer to the knives
Ask yourself three questions – When? And where? And why?
Ask yourself these questions – Answer me, boy! Don’t be shy
England’s dreaming while the Pope is screaming
That the white knight told a lie
And Michael’s turning while Paris is burning –
But the revolution will not be televised
Ask yourself three questions – From whence? With whom? And why?
Ask yourself this question – Why does she even try?
Ask yourself these question – Answer me, boy! Don’t be shy
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11. |
Do You Wanna Hold Me?
07:18
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13. |
Yet Again
03:51
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Released from blame and bother
From toil and care set free
Of bartered times with borrowed men no memory
No memory –
No memory –
I made a vow, held it fast
Promised to forget the past
And find someone that I can call my own
But, lost in love, I fall again
And hurt the one I call my friend
And lose the truest love I’ve ever known
Tell me what I wanted was real
and tell me how I’m supposed to feel –
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Nothing left to kill this pain
I shelter in the hollow of my heart
Alone again, it’s plain to see
Love’s a thing not meant for me
The promise vexed with sorrow from the start…
Tell me what I wanted was real
and tell me how I’m supposed to feel –
Oh, I won’t go through this again –
(No ”by your leave,“ no ”if you please,“ and no upsets)
No, I won’t go through this again –
(No swift reprieve, no kind heart’s ease and no regrets)
Not again…
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moth wranglers San Francisco, California
moth wranglers was a musical collaboration formed in 1998 by Chris Xefos (ex-King Missile), and LD Beghtol (Flare, The Magnetic Fields). In their decade-long involvement, the pair created music/recordings featuring their own talents alongside many noted guest rock/pop musicians/friends of an experimental and not so bent. moth wranglers disbanded in 2010. ... more
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