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Down To This `Soul Coughing`

You come down to this.

Soundtrack To Mary `Soul Coughing`

Easy places to get away to. Easy limbs languid all around you. All my time is Dirt on your hands. Fingers drifting Down my spine now. Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall. Soundtrack to Mary.

True Dreams Of Wichita `Soul Coughing`

Signal got lost to the satellite Got lost in the Rideup to the Plungedown; Man sends the ray of the electric light Sends the impulse Through the air Down to home And you can stand On the arms Of the Waynesburg

Soft Serve `Soul Coughing`

The body like soft serve, dripping down in the June sun, I tried to shoot a thought, but the thought sunk. Nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt and Watch the water roll down.

Maybe I'll Come Down `Soul Coughing`

Dumb bah did du dumb I need time to scrounge the rent, need time to contemplate the accident I got to drag my ass to now, how did I come to stop here?

Collapse `Soul Coughing`

Well the soil is rich Competition fat Ripe and vulnerable Oozing from the slats And too cash-heavy, bloated Sitting there all puckered up Index of numbers is Scrolling upscreen, scrolling up Smash it down

Circles `Soul Coughing`

When you were languishing in rooms I built to foul you in And when the wind set down in funnel form and pulled you in I don't need to walk around in circles When the ghostly dust of violence traces everything

Lazybones `Soul Coughing`

When all the limbs are numb and clean, and you're in transit, dream to dream, I'll drift there to meet you, lazybones.

Pensacola `Soul Coughing`

Oh pride is not a sin, And that's why I have gone on down to Wal-Mart With my checkbook to get you some.

Super Bon Bon (Propellerheads Radio Edit Ver.) `Soul Coughing`

When you were languishing in rooms I built to file you in, And when the wind set down in funnel form and pulled you in [chorus] I don't need to walk around in circles, Walk around in circles, walk around

Blueeyed Devil `Soul Coughing`

Born to be a God among Salesmen. Working the skinny tie. Slugging down fruit juice. Extra tall extra wide. 33 degrees Six hundred and sixty six Dig digging it, come on. Moving door to door to door.

300 `Soul Coughing`

Lifting me up like a garage door I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on I know you Lord are a jealous lord I know the tablet is your competition And I need for you to be reasonable How much?

The Idiot Kings `Soul Coughing`

Oh I could be Condemned to Hell for every sin but littering. I could Slip on the East River and crash into Queens all skittering. I've seen the Cops and the robbers, and I know they dance the same.

Screenwriter's Blues `Soul Coughing`

Everything is going up Everything is going as planned, yeah Everything moves along Everything is fine, fine, fine Oh I could be Condemned to Hell for every sin but littering I could Slip on the East River

City Of Motors `Soul Coughing`

Ran down java street and formed a pool. Manuela saw the moon in there. Manuela saw the moon in there. I hear a rumbling. I hear transmission grind. I bear witness. I have the clutch now.

Janine `Soul Coughing`

Janine, I drink you up, Janine, Janine, I sing, If you were the Baltic Sea and I were a cup, uh huh, Varick Street and I drove South, With my hands on the wheel and your taste in my mouth, Janine, Jesus to

Monster Man `Soul Coughing`

Stop hitching the monster man It was a bad plan, but I had to get to town Unbitten, but the way I found it was a hand came down And pow, I got illuminated That's why I have got my mind in my own Hand over

Blame `Soul Coughing`

Blame Is the cure Cure anything Throw the rudder down Throw the rudder down Broad Latitude Broad latitude Throw the rudder down Throw the rudder down

White Girl `Soul Coughing`

At random, surpenting Throught fatty coils, emerging some other thought it's thinking this light stands above the houses on the ground this illumination visited upon the whole land unmarked helicopters

The Incumbent `Soul Coughing`

A jaw-grind, disposistion to a panic attack On this side the incumbent And who quoth There's only one everything Red sucker mouth

Fully Retractable `Soul Coughing`

Shooed out like a house fly This house was half my mind I don't dispute the doubts you've outlined But it's my right to waste your time These things May come to be and these things won't kill me and these

Houston `Soul Coughing`

I met a girl on roller skates Ahe had a spare bag, she had lost some weight Where I used to work, she was a waitress She proposed a trade, it was generous She's gone to Houston, feel like I'm floating

Unmarked Helicopters `Soul Coughing`

Whoses song id that remembered at random serpentane Foofetic coils emerging Some other thought is thinking This light stands above the houses on the ground This illumination visited upon the whole land

Paint `Soul Coughing`

Muslim baritones idle with their hands down. And the gat that fattens your jacket pocket Plugs slugs in vain Through the body of the immaterial witness.

Sleepless `Soul Coughing`

exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers jewels cleaving skin between breasts your cadillac reads 400 horses over blue lines you are going to Recida to make love to a model from Ohio whose real

16 Horses `Soul Coughing`

from the lawn She went over s like the river was a dream, dream Over s like the river was a dream, dream She came pushing sixteen She came pushing sixteen horses Two rings, two rings, two rings, clamp down

Moon Sammy `Soul Coughing`

Automatically your mind goes down the stairwell to the chair; your body says Moon Sammy, can you come back? Strum it. Moon Sammy washes. In the sink. Below the sink. There is a drain.

Mr Bitterness `Soul Coughing`

Automatically your mind goes down the stairwell to the chair; your body says Moon Sammy, can you come back? Strum it. Moon Sammy washes. In the sink. Below the sink. There is a drain.

Disseminated `Soul Coughing`

Chocodile And ever since then, I got disseminated The Jupiter Moon, I got disseminated The Average Man, I got disseminated It's a self-fulfilling prophecy Toots Hibbert At the wrong prom Serves a beat down

Bus To Beelzebug `Soul Coughing`

Get on to the bus That's gonna take you back to Beelzebub Get on to the bus That's gonna make you stop going rub a dub Your words burn the air Like the names of candy bars Your mouth is cold and red All