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How was I to know
The devil had your ear
How was I to know
that he whispered disappear
My beautiful foil
Terrible swift sword
Must have been sweet something
For angel to ignore
What’d he say, where’d you go?
But the devil only knows
Always shrugging your shoulder
But the devil only knows, her
The devil only knows
You’re crushed brown sugar
A black currant pearl
I'm not much of a looker
But I can see you’re no one’s girl
No, my ambition
Ain't very Christian
But there’s lots of way to heaven
Only one way to you lips
Wasn't that a dainty dish?
What’d he say, where’d you go
But the devil only knows
Always lookin’ over your shoulder
But the devil only knows, her
The devil only
Devil only knows
What the devil only knows
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Love lives at the airport, it doesn’t live out there
Nowhere/ not going to Chicago, not off to L.A.
Nothing to check, just gotta get away
From all that’s outside the concourse square
Away from the uncontrolled air
I’m just glad to see you all delayed.
Hugs and drugs and turnstile reunions
Tears come later or sooner
And even security will touch you.
Love lives at the airport, it doesn’t live up there
Prepare/ to carry on, digging for your boarding pass
I’m just sticking to a boring past.
Oh I envy who’s shoulder to shoulder
The altitude makes you much bolder
Realizing that touch ain’t so bad.
Alcohol and Aqua Velva
Tiny bottles of nice to smell ya
Fell into his lap again.
Wish you could stay, stay grounded all day
But I’m just a fly-over state
Laying over in Terminal A.
Two Tuesdays later, this isn’t fate her eyes catch my green-gray
Been at this gate for a thousand days
If only you’d pick me at the baggage claim
If only you’d grab me at the baggage claim.
Love lives at the airport it doesn’t live out there
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Nail Biter (early demo)
03:48
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Nervous Nelly watching the telephone ring,
‘cause she likes the way it sings
But she don’t answer, it’s not like it’s cancer
or a game of Crazy 8’s.
Hey, that’s a funny name
Nervous hospital, push the door a little to see
the attention you can bring
lawn chairs to battle, they follow your shadow
not you, you’re following me
now they’re cages are rattling free
Keep moving…door will open…for you
Hey Nail Biter, won’t you come to
It’s time/ for taking on you
The day is lighter, and you’re a fighter
No matter
What they strap you to
She’s a real cut up, a real “put up or shut up”
which wing…is she allowed to sing?
A crayon scrawled letter, signed “I’m all better,
Love, Me.”/ Love me
Hey, that’s a funny name
Better get while the getting’s good
And memories act like they should
Not too comfy, not so fast
Just let the door hit you in the…
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Always the bride
But there ain’t no aisle in this dive
And with ridiculous pride
You forever hold your…
You break and pick the low balls
I break to get a high ball
And pace in front of rainbows
Waiting to slide down.
Ever since I was little
Answer me this riddle
Forever likes to end in the middle
When you’re caught up in…
Between noogies and pink bellies
My brother would always tell me
A soft, sullen guarantee
The way it should be.
There oughta be a law
A law like love
There oughta be a law
Something you can’t run from.
Spent the day on the floor
Mourning the night before
When I lost the humor and she found the bore
The best kept secret…
That picture locked in your locket
And the ring stuck in my front pocket
I was waltzing but she was a rocket
My great white hope.
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5. |
Paper Cuts (demo)
03:07
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I hope you lie to your diary
‘cause there’s a guy in there
who doesn’t look like me
And all the delicate descriptions
are a powerful prescription…
And I hope you lie to your diary
I don’t believe all that I read
It’s just a healthy curiosity
And It’s another book by the bed
don’t be angry I’m just well read…
And I hope you lie to him and not to me
I hope you lie to your diary
We all like fiction and infidelity
but what’s with the crushed carnation
between January’s sleeve?
And I’ve got a cynical eye
you could tell if I wasn’t crying
I hope you lie to your diary…
Paper cuts and red wine
Man, they’ll fool you every time
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Hey St. Valentine
Help me find a rhyme
To make her damn near cry.
I’m a semaphore
Sitting on the floor
Waiving you in
Not waiving goodbye.
Knee jerks, petal pushers
The stupid cupid users
Make her damn near fine.
I’m such a clever boy
But you’ve got chocolate joy
Making you win
Not making her high.
St. Valentine
Let me find the lurid lures
The empty hooks
The sounds that stir.
Some drugstore cards
I’ll fake the bard
Three hallmark lines
And a box of wine.
Now she’s practicing my name
Beat you at your own game.
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I wanna know for as long as I can remember
Wanna be my daddy’s age when I was 25
I wanna fade into the balmy days of September
Skipping by the cold acquaintance of July
Know I should revel in new beginnings
Know I should take the time, find the truth
To make sure there’d be some silly sinning
Trapped with you in a messy living room
I wanna throw around the finest china
I wanna clean up on a pinky bet
I wanna argue < >
All in the comfort of our safety net
Trapped with you in that safety net
Drag old dreams, through the dirt
Show me everywhere they hurt
Any chances of real slow dances
‘til you find a cleaner jerk
That’s the free I wanna forget
Trapped with you in that safety net
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8. |
Harrydean (Jose mix)
04:06
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Recalcitrant ragamuffin rant
The TV’s already spent
Half my life with soap opera wife
And losing you, that makes twice
So I’ll be living at the movies
‘Cause I know they’re crazy for me
And I agree, life should be free
But not free from me
And Harrydean.
Sits all alone in bicycle bones
Makes a slaughterhouse groan
The kind ushers give
To me and my new friend
My new…at least ‘till the end.
He says expect the worst
And you’ll be so well rehearsed
For when your best lines hang like curves
And you know all the words
“Ah ssssshhhhh.”
But then the scary part comes
I close my eyes and hum
And then I volunteer
For the deaf and dumb, dear
Like I’ve always done here.
Did I make myself clear?
Is that a tear or a tear on the screen?
Harrydean
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Tappan Zee (demo)
04:24
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Darling, there ain’t that much to see
across the Tappan Zee
in the south, the South Bound lane
But I revel in the new cement
and misplaced poster for Rent
Turned around just in time to see
Fall back into a bus slumber
will I remember your number
or be lost in a sea of mean
Stuck between a bridge and an ocean
an empty fridge and a notion
Hey driver, can’t you do something?
Daydream and I’m out the window
What can Broadway show?
What does this guy know?
Amsterdam has the quickest lights
And I’m quick to the fight
If this driver/ this driver doesn’t turn right
All aboard, I’m your captain
All aboard, take your seat
All aboard, if your as lonely…as lonely as me
Darling there ain’t that much to see
Across the Tappan Zee
In the north, the North Bound lane
I’m tired of the old cement
And I don’t have my rent
Could turn around, turn around and stay
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Serve and protect/ that's what you do
Just 2 lil' hired hands
Strawberry bland/ all for me
Won't see you again/ 'til the order's up
with a wink and warmer cup
tricks are so/ sweet 'n low
I'm in trouble/ such big trouble
I'm falling for it
Oh, god damn/ my waitress
She met you with a smile
All the while/ I just knew
She didn't care/ about me
Except for, perhaps/ here's the catch
She met my match
With a cigarette
and we're through
Clear away the empty place
beside you
Yah, my heart is gold, too
Will that be all?
I'm in trouble, such big trouble
I'm falling for it
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11. |
Waiting (Johnny Remix)
05:33
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I am still
I am still waiting
Waiting for…
I am still
I am still waiting
Waitng for…
The sun won't show up anyway
Its up to the moon most every day
So what am I waitng for?
Waiting for?
In the goodness of time
All of this will be mine
All of this is just fine
In the goodness of time
All of this will be mine
All of this will be fine
I am still
I am still waiting
Waiting for…
I will listen
to a new a day rising
and never rise at all
In the goodness of time
All of this will be mine
All of this is just fine
In the goodness of time
Nothing will be mine
Nothing is just fine
In the goodness
It's all fine
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Bullyclub Portland, Maine
Portland, Maine’s Bullyclub are a hard band to pin down. Neither a group of practicing bullies nor a collection of recovering meanies, they are instead a four-piece band that revels in making unapologetically melodic, literate guitar pop music. Music that can be big or little. It can be dense or simple. ... more
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