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The Grin `Weeping Tile`

Hark now hear a man is calling Looking for a story line Go along just for the effort I went along just for a good time It doesn't look like it would kill you But it doesn't really thrill you It looked

The Room with the Sir John A. View `Weeping Tile`

Me and you and the last bit of our pints Well, I could carry a case or two up a couple of flights The room with the Sir John A. view opens up to the night Here I'm caught alive in this trap I'm still

Don't Let It Bring You Down `Weeping Tile`

Old man lying by the side of the road With the lorries rolling by, Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load And the buildings scrape the sky, Cold wind ripping down the alley at dawn And the morning

Chicken `Weeping Tile`

Bus fare, no luck Are we there Where the fuck are we?

U.f.o. Rosie `Weeping Tile`

A white buffalo you say And paper to roll With the prophecy way When the snakes criss-cross Like roads over land Get an aerial view of arable land They saw a UFO in the valley There's an alien in the street

Can't Get Off `Weeping Tile`

Under lights He sits and waits for something to come to him From the heights Or the hot place in hell he reserved He won't try It's there or it's not but a chance is slim That it will drop, and hit the

Pushover `Weeping Tile`

I am so light I get swept up on to the dust pan with dust and when it comes to her I am a pushover you're getting in the way (you're getting in the way) you're getting in the way (you're getting in) you're

Tom's Shoe Repair `Weeping Tile`

Up the dark back stairs in the smell of glue from the shoe repairs Feeling the way up to the smokestack apartment Where you live and I stay I've only got a half an hour here, I'll tell you so you know

In the Road `Weeping Tile`

She calls early in the morning about money that I might have spent It's a classic case of I dont know where it went I want this to read like a letter And I want it to ring like a phrase Somewhere out in

I Repeat `Weeping Tile`

I repeat this is a test Will you know more when you know less The underlining garment chest The thing alone is shadowless The thing alone is wonderment It's powerless if we forget Know the clouds the carry

Cold Snap `Weeping Tile`

Someone always leaves that light on I have dreams that little boys burn the house They set afire The ivy in the window pane up from the ground Fire drills unskilled They're uniformed Wallpaper's warm Wallpaper's

Good Fortune `Weeping Tile`

Looked both ways down the fire road To see which way you had gone Been sipping tea all day from a pot Steeping slowly on the stove Explored a cave into the bay Along Canadian shield coast Moss

Westray `Weeping Tile`

A natural disaster comes out wasn't natural after all In a small town on the east coast, well they've gathered in a firehall And who forgot to let the canary out?

Dogs and Thunder `Weeping Tile`

Echo on the cold wall, closest neighbour couldn't hear. We'd dug a hole in the fall, so now it's a frozen burial. And she's gone, just before the new year.

King Lion `Weeping Tile`

What if you and I were to go swimming in the afternoon and all the while pretend We could put two dollars in the can for some trusting soul and her roadside stand Get some flowers for the den We used to

Goin' Out `Weeping Tile`

When the days close on the memories you've acquired And your body cannot hold your soul's fire You are here and not alone everybody has come home There's a bed made up upstairs if you get tired All the

1st Lady `Weeping Tile`

Major merger Going down Straight from the word Democracy rides With the top down Isn't that what I heard?

Poked `Weeping Tile`

I poked my eye with my finger Lying on the bed Now I'm sneezing and I'm blowing And I can't clear my head Is the pressure in the air from an August storm thats rumbling?

Through Yr Radio `Weeping Tile`

We fought for an hour on the phone I wish I was there with you, but no This is where I said I would be So we talk via links under the sea Someone's coming through your radio Latest forecast six inches

South Of Me `Weeping Tile`

My magnet heart We met in a liquid state A place to drink in the dark I'll be waiting for you now I'll be waiting for forever What's a few days of denial for me I'm lookin' like anyone would be South of

Every Good Story `Weeping Tile`

How could I stay for another day When I know you have long come and gone What is there left here to do I walk the block and window shop I'm still singing that same old song I used to sing with you Everyone

Old Perfume `Weeping Tile`

You're like an old perfume That brings back memories You're that forgotten tune I now recall I've been wrongly turned away You say you're meant for someone other Than this contented pearl Floating at the

Unshaven `Weeping Tile`

I still got my ticket From the empire state wicket Where we took it up 110 It was four for observatory You're lookin' straight down to gridlock Corner story Let's go uptown tomorrow We'll do it again Don't

Judy G. `Weeping Tile`

When every death sonnet Has got your name on it There's no Judy Garland In her Easter bonnet It's not like you wanted it Here, less clear Well he mailed a postcard Sent from the same city To her only permanent

Anyone `Weeping Tile`

carefully This should never have begun Throw a light in here I can't see your face You could be anyone Try to be true to a moment Don't guard anything you say Try to be true to a moment And bemoan the

Weeping `Soweto String Quartet`

I knew a man who lived in fear It was huge it was angry it was drawing near Behind his house a secret place Was the shadow of the demon he could never face He built a wall of steel and flame And men with

Weeping `Josh Groban`

Behind his house a secret place Was the shadow of the demon He could never face.

Grin `Guster`

absent in the things i've done for the real, revelations come to people so slow, frightening, won't stop now before their done, peel their skin, eaten underneath, rotten, rotten, drowning in understanding

Purple `Horse The Band`

Sweet sweet pain- like a thundercloud but tears are rain full fists slapping thudding BANGING RAGING wanting not to be weak with woe empty hands-she's on the floor on the floor she SLAMS her empty hands

King For A Day `Fuel`

Bled the line tonight fading as the lies lay weeping on the page nothing was saved falling at the sight photographs of white bright grin and sunny days and all was betrayed and i think i know the