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Hymns For The Heathen `Cursive`

Night has draped it's cape of stars Over our small town From the campus and the tavern To the chapel and infirmary We've seen their dreams We found the guilt, the fables, and folly Of the residents

The Ugly Organist `Cursive`

And now, we proudly presentsongs perverse and songs of lamentA couple hymns of confession,and songs that recognize our sick obsessionsSing along i'm on the ugly organ againSing along I'm on the ugly organ

Some Red-Handed Sleight Of Hand `Cursive`

"And now we proudly present Songs perverse and songs of lament A couple hymns of confession And songs that recognize our sick obsessions Sing along, I'm on the ugly organ, again Sing along, I'm on the

Heathen `David Bowie`

Steel on the skyline Sky made of glass Made for a real world All things must pass Oo-o Waiting for something Looking for someone Is there no reason? Have I stared too long?

A Little Song And Dance `Cursive`

i sat around for hours on end before and end so clearly breathin to me i shall no longer play a part of your equation i missed your boat i swear you must have stayed off shore avoidance has been your trump

Mothership, Mothership, Do You Read Me? `Cursive`

> your navel is yearning for an extension - a ghost limb it cant detach from mothers loving grasp your starving - its burning for the nutrient it cant have were all cut off alone and lost calling

The Martyr `Cursive`

And so it's begun This is year one The birth of a child in the form of a man Wrapped in towel Passed out on the floor These drunken hours -- graces deflowered Cast down by an angel She used to kiss

Into The Fold `Cursive`

Into the fold. If she knew what you do, the pristine routine to fool the rube. The gentle gentleman, the loathed Lothario. You feign you've changed your ways, but we know, yeah we know.

The Sunks `Cursive`

Surrender your furniture Push the television out the window Overmedicated, this must be the sunks If you can't understand the blues, you don't know much With much love for science and a youthful defiance

Sinner's Serenade `Cursive`

Oh God, no, Please don't tell her What I've done; I can hardly look at her Everything I love I hurt Oh God, yes, She is love, she is sex, But I used her for the game; A scapegoat to carry the blame For

Break In The New Year `Cursive`

New years ago We drank and danced and left our sour hearts behind We sweetened for a kiss -- The kiss of a new year to come But those days are gone We never got resolution -- it never comes All the best

Butcher The Song `Cursive`

There's a time and a place, this is neither the time nor the place. "where do I fit in, in this jigsaw of a relationship? !? Why should I play the fall guy to your love?

Flag And Family `Cursive`

Your daddy and my daddy had a drink at the bar Talking about what was best for me Without a name or a degree, Stubbornly holding onto you And you pulling away from me The best that they could say, For

Rise Up! Rise Up! `Cursive`

dear preacher, thanks for making time for me today hope you don't mind if i hide behind the curtain it's been fifteen years since my last confession by your good book's standards, i've sinned like a champion

Semantics Of Sermon `Cursive`

Since I wrote this am I the culprit These useless wisdoms I dispense At your expense Picture postcards A three minute essay Some scribbled words to four line verse Meanwhile, we mean well We cannot

The Rhyme Scheme `Cursive`

words have no feeling meanings are meant for without loaded meanings words take too long to come across defining definitions we load them for effect it's cheap but it's working i could never please you

Northern Winds `Cursive`

came wistling through evergreens like trains one temper broods 'till a temperature breaks one hand will break what he other hand builds and blooms-smashing and tearing what we've worked toward board the

At Conception `Cursive`

Father Cole's done his best to console the girl -- more so than some neighbors deem necessary -- but you just can't measure young love.

The Radiator Hums `Cursive`

I threw out the phone to try to get through to you The lines are down, drowned by the hum of the radiator This house is the hole that you could never fill With rose-blossomed bouquets, vanities and

The Recluse `Cursive`

The room is littered with her books and notebooks. I imagine what they say, like, 'shoo fly, don't bother me,' And I can hardly get myself out of her bed. For fear of never lying in this bed again.

Ten Percent To the Ten Percent `Cursive`

It all started out in the warehouse. Watching the stock watching the clock. Taking shots from a flask of scotch. My first evaluation came. Remarkably they sang my praise. "Keep up the pace.

The Casualty `Cursive`

The night has fallen down the staircase And I, for one, have felt its bruises Equilbrium; inebriated Our social graces have been displaced As we sink deeper into the drink The volume increases....

The Lament Of Pretty Baby `Cursive`

(And now she whispers into the mirror:) I'm broken. Oh doctor, doctor, can you fix me, can you fix me?

The Road To Financial Stability `Cursive`

watching cars or will we be passed by will anyone stop for us be passed on the day passes away and we're alone the moment cracks along the sidewalk imagining what songs would be on our soundtrack maybe

So-So Gigolo `Cursive`

If you've got the looks and if you've got the goods I suppose you could make it anywhere you want to get made And you want to get made My model agent says, "You gots to get paid!

A Red So Deep `Cursive`

The furnace burns, the baby turns She cries when she's hungry The morning paper will knock the door To interrupt their slumbers Are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader's wife?

Tempest `Cursive`

Wind blown A semi capsized in the storm Stranded The rains of June have cleansed it A baptism of sufferage Take two One man beneath a waning moon Still birth The abortive child of entropy Careening for

Sierra `Cursive`

"In the desert, Where the cities are made of gold, There's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails. And her mom calls out from an apartment balcony, ""Come on, baby! Your bath is ready!

Heathen `Black Uhuru`

Look how the heathen Them a goin' 'pon street today (repeat) You told the military to take a peep And now on every corner I can see Black mariah tankers and jeeps Look how the heathen Them a goin

Adapt `Cursive`

I want the rich boy... I want the rich boy But the rich boy, he doesn't want me... I like the pretty girls... I like the pretty girls But the pretty girls, they don't like me... Adapt... Adapt...