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ONE MORE TIME (E. Dando)

One more time baby, one more time
You're thinking of me baby, one more time

One more time baby, one more time
You were above me baby, one more time

One more time baby, one more time
Do you have to say you love me baby, one more time
One more time baby, one more time
One more time
One more time.

 


OUT (E. Dando)

Digging deeper in the sand
Now the water comes up
Cut my finger on the years oh, years oh
What can you do?
I'll remember you
He waits for you behind the years oh, years oh
Let it go

Digging deeper in the sand
Now the water comes up
Cut my finger on the years oh, years oh
What can you do?
I'll remember you
He waits for you behind the years oh, years oh
Your certainty turns to doubt
And you start flipping out
And you ease on out.

 


PAID TO SMILE (E. Dando)

Could you see your way clear
And arrange your eyes away from mine
I’m sorry I’m here
But you get paid, get paid to lie
You get paid to smile

Would you really say hello
And let me carry my own guitar
Please don’t hold the door
I can work the handle on any car
It’s really not that hard, to smile

Paid to smile
Smile, paid to smile

The cigarette girl took off her tray
And dropped her dress in a shiny pile
Pulled her pants up on the way
When she gets home, she’ll laugh a while
She gets paid to smile

 

PAINT (E. Dando)

Her name was painted on the window of my hopeful soul
But now my store is closed
The letters on the glass inside my mind, were straight and fine
The painter took some time

And now the store ain't open anymore
White spray paint on the windows and they locked the door
Double plaster on the floor
My store ain't open anymore

The paint was new on time, it glistened from a shelf
I had you to myself
But thinking loud is coming on without a doubt
They took the windows out

But now my store ain't open anymore
White spray paint on the windows and they locked the door
Double plaster on the floor
My store ain't open anymore

She's driving me out of her mind
She's driving me out of

Your name was painted on the window of my hopeful soul
And now our store is closed
The letters on the glass inside my mind, were straight and fine
A painter took some time

And now the store ain't open anymore
White spray paint on the windows and they locked the door
Double plaster on the floor
The store ain't open anymore

 

 


PIN YR HEART (N.Sudden/D.Kusworth)

My best friend waits on the doorstep for me
But I’m sleeping with a girl that I never, ever see
Then she promises she’ll buy me everything
But all I want’s for her to pin her heart to me

Oh baby won’t you pin yr heart to me?
Oh baby won’t you pin yr heart to me?
Oh baby won’t you please?

Sitting up all night I’ve been listening to your screams
There’s never been a girl out there who could ever hurt my dreams
Then she promises she’ll buy me everything
But all I want’s for her to pin her heart to me

Oh baby won’t you pin yr heart to me?
Oh baby won’t you pin yr heart to me?
Oh baby won’t you please?

So she waits there on the stairs at four o’clock
And I buy her some roses but I’m scared of what it costs

Then she promises she’ll buy me everything
But all I want’s for her to pin her heart to me

Oh baby won’t you pin yr heart to me?
Oh baby won’t you pin yr heart to me?
Oh baby won’t you please?

 

 

 

PITTSBURGH (E. Dando)

With a little bit of common sense
You can lose a lot of innocence, in this world
You can leave yourself behind

In the middle of coincidence
See the world in the present tense
Oh mother, your kids are so inclined

Sarah said it's sorta personal
I don't know it's kind of hard to tell, with this girl
She'll just take up all your time

Fading in and out of consciousness
With a fair degree of common sense, on your mind
Just watch it all unwind

The voices low
Slow down
Bounce around
Bounce around
The voices low
Slow down

Jesus Christ and motherfuck
The things I do to push my luck
I don't know, I don't even seem to mind

With a pouch of myrrh and frankincense
And a walk across the desert sands
You might find, your baby Frankenstein

The voices low
Slow down, slow down
Bounce around
Bounce around
The voices low, voices low
Slow down

 

 

 


PLASTER CASTER (G. Simmons)

Baby's getting anxious, the hour's getting late
The night is almost over, she can't wait
Oh, things are complicating, my love is in her hands
And there's no more waiting, she understands

The plaster's getting harder, and my love is perfection
A token of my love for her collection, her collection

Plaster caster, grab a hold of me faster
And if you wanna see my love, just ask her
And my love is the plaster, and yeah she's the collector
She wants me all the time to inject her

Plaster caster, plaster caster
Grab a hold of me faster, plaster, faster
And if you wanna see my love, just ask her, ask her, ask her

The plaster's getting harder and my love is perfection
A token of my love for her collection, her collection

Plaster caster, plaster caster
Grab a hold of me faster, plaster, faster
If you wanna see my love, just ask her, ask her

Plaster caster, plaster caster
She wants my love to last her, last her, last her
And she calls me by the name of master, master

Plaster caster, plaster caster
Grab a hold of me faster, plaster, faster
If you wanna see my love, just ask her.

 


POSTCARD (B. Deily)

Once I thought I was more right than wrong
Painting myself in the corner
What I bought and why it takes so long
Something inside of her warned her

I know that it doesn't matter much
But I hope we'll keep in touch
I know that we won't go on as such
But I hope we'll keep in touch
Could it be that hard
To send you a postcard

Fragile smile, a ragged sleeve
Didn't laugh once too often
Before a while it takes to grieve
Try to repair what I've done

You laugh across the kitchen
At something in a magazine
I frown across the table
So blunt I'm never seen
Your hair falls in your eyes as you ask:
"What do you mean?"

See yourself never satisfied
In the clothes that you try now
I swore myself, I said I'd never cry
Close to saying goodbye now

I know that it doesn't matter much
But I'm hoping to keep in touch
I know that we won't go on as such
But I'm hoping to keep in touch
Could it be that hard
To send me a postcard?

 

 

POUGHKEEPSIE (E. Dando)

Goes on in Spanish Harlem
Goes on in Poughkeepsie
People slip away

Hit me in the arm
Just please do it swiftly
We ain't got all day, yeah

One more coat of arms
Every business weekly
What's Amanda say?

It's not that I'm so strong
I never knew what hit me
Since you came to stay, yeah

Speard and flayed
Burnt and bleeding, I'll catch up some day
'Til tomorrow's bruises go away
And the grass is turning into hay
I'll be glad to be your extra blade

Goes on in Spanish Harlem
Goes on in Poughkeepsie
Lost my grip today

Here to stay
Least until it's time to go away
Walking masterpiece of remembered pain
This teeming life has got you in it's way
And I'm proud to be your lump of clay

 

 

 

PURPLE PARALLELLAGRAM (E.Dando/N.Gallagher)

Purple parallellagram
I got in Amsterdam
Made me dream a dream I didn't understand
Thought I heard you say that you're so proud of it
Do you wanna dance with me?

The best bit's the first part
The bad bit is the end
Got it all backwards, but I tend to blend
Why'd you have to say that you're so proud of it
Do you wanna dance with me?

Gonna make it easy
Gonna take it easy
Zipped up jacket
Really cost a packet
Still you wanna dance with me

Purple parallellagram
I got in Amsterdam
Made me dream a dream I didn't understand
Thought I heard you say that you're so proud of it
Do you wanna dance with me?

I got a paper cut
Pictures of Gwendolyn
Got it all backwards, but I tend to blend
Why'd you have to say you're so proud of it
Do you wanna dance with me

Gonna make it easy
Gonna take it easy
I'm not the same
But I make all pain
Now you gotta dance with me

Gonna make it easy
Gonna take it easy

Purple parallellagram
I got in Amsterdam
Made me dream a dream I didn't understand
Why'd you have to say that you're so proud of it
Do you wanna dance with me?
Do you wanna dance with me?
Now you gotta dance with me
Now you gotta dance with me

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