Artist : LLOYD, CHER
Album : Sticks & Stones
Yo, my best friend, best friend til the very end
Cause best friends, best friends don't have to pretend
You need a hand, and I'm right there right beside you
You in the dark, I'll be the bright light to guide you
'Member the times, times, times sneaking of the house
All of the times, times, times that you had the doubts
And don't forget all the trouble we got into
We got something you can't undo, do

Laughing so damn hard
Crashed your dad's new car
All the scars we share
I Promise, I swear

Wherever you go, just always remember
That you got a home for now and forever
And if you get low, just call me whenever
This is my oath to you
Wherever you go, just always remember
You're never alone, we're birds of a feather
And we'll never change, no matter the weather
This is my oath to you

I know I drive you crazy, mm, sometimes
I know I called you lazy, and that's most times
But you complete me, and that's no lie
You are my tuxedo, and I'm your bow tie
We in the car, sing, sing, singing our song
Rocking the building, tear it down, like we king kong
And in my eyes, you can't do, do no wrong
You got the best friends sing, sing along

Laughing so damn hard
Crashed your dad's new car
All the scars we share
I Promise, I swear

Wherever you go, just always remember
That you got a home for now and forever
And if you get low, just call me whenever
This is my oath to you
Wherever you go, just always remember
You're never alone, we're birds of a feather
And we'll never change, no matter the weather
This is my oath to you

I'll never let you go
Woah, this is my oath to you
Just thought that you should know
Woah, this is my oath to you

Yeah...

Wherever you go, just always remember
That you got a home for now and forever
And if you get low, just call me whenever
This is my oath to you
Wherever you go, just always remember
You're never alone, we're birds of a feather
And we'll never change, no matter the weather
This is my oath to you

You should know, you should know, you should know
Woah, this is my oath to you
You're never alone, we're birds of a feather
Woah, this is my oath to you

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Artist : HOPSIN
Album : Gazing At The Moonlight
[Intro: Hopsin (female)]
Who the fuck is this, hello?
(Hello Marcus?) Huh?
(What are you doing?)
Watchin Cops, what you doin?
(Just sittin here thinkin about my baby Harold)
(but guess what the fuck he did?)
What? (He said he was only gonna stay with me for a week Marcus)
(and he's fucking) hold on
(He's been here for like three months already what do I do?)
(I mean I don't wanna tell him to leave cause hes my boyfriend)
(Aand I love him Marcus)
Man, hey man wait, wait hey man hold on a second man
(Uhh what?)

[Hopsin]
Bitch who do you think I am?
Aiyyo, this shit has gotten out of hand
Why you callin me when you havin problems wit' ya man (huh?!)
I got enough problems as it is
Girl you talkin to the kid who don't know how to get a bitch (bitch!)
If you want me to get all mushy as a friend
Then you better give me motherfuckin pussy at the end (what?)
You makin me feel like a wussy little man
And it's worthless if I don't get the tushy in my hand (man!)
I don't want to talk for some hours every night
About the man you like. And how he'd rather fight
Than build your relationship; just face it, bitch
I don't give a fuck, fuck him, take this dick
Only reason that I even listen, is that I'm seekin admission
To put my penis on yo' freakin clitoris (Ha!)
I'm tired of it, I just want to say "God damn!"

[Chorus]
God damn bitch who do you think I am?
(My boyfriend dumped me, I'm so lonely) So?
Bitch who do you think I am?
(James always act like he don't want me!) So?
Bitch who do you think I am!
I want yo pussy! (Pussy, pussy!)
Bitch who do you think I am?
If you ain't thinkin about lettin me hit it
You need to quit it (shit) who do you think I am?!

[Hopsin]
A fuckin gay dude who listens to your stories?
If they nice or if they borin?
Girl I'm tired and I'm snorin
Cause your vibe is just annoyin
And I'm tired of ignorin and avoidin and supportin this shit
And plus I'm horny, you think I'm really into that?
Girl, put an end to that, I just want to get the snatch
Ching ching, hit the jackpot!
Bitch open up your legs like a laptop
Take a fat cock. Yeah, then I'll let your ass talk
But otherwise, if you don't, we gon' slap box
Fuck around and ride up on yo block and get yo ass popped
Wastin my time, now I'm wastin my rhymes
Makin this song? Cause you ain't got naked yet, ho?
You think I put that time in for nothing?
Fuck that, we either fighting, or fucking!
And I ain't playin wit' you girl, I'd hate to dis you
No wait, I like to dis you
Turn this shit to wilder issues

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Marcus (what?) come pick me up (why? what happened?) he dumped me (man shoot)
He told me he doesn't love me anymore {Bitch crying}

[Hopsin]
I couldn't kick it wit' yo ass a while ago
And now you want to han cause he ain't around no mo'?
What the fuck I look like, after he fucked you?
And he dumped you? Now I'm the dude you run to?
When he wants you, I'ma be the one you flee from soon
Then I'll become the one you got your finger up to?
It ain't my motherfuckin life, you think I care?
Ha! Shiit

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Outro]
Like I really want to hear that shit

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Artist : ONE DIRECTION
Album : Take Me Home
Hey girl I’m waiting on ya, I’m waiting on ya
Come on and let me sneak you out
And have a celebration, a celebration
The music up the windows down

Yeah, we’ll be doing what we do
Just pretending that we’re cool and we know it too
Yeah, we’ll keep doing what we do
Just pretending that we’re cool, so tonight

Let’s go crazy crazy crazy ’til we see the sun
I know we only met but let’s pretend it’s love
And never, never, never stop for anyone
Tonight let’s get some and live while we’re young
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh and live while we’re young
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Tonight let’s get some and live while we’re young

Hey girl it’s now or never, it’s now or never
Don't overthink just let it go
And if we get together, yeah get together
Don’t let the pictures leave your phone

Yeah, we’ll be doing what we do
Just pretending that we’re cool, so tonight

Let’s go crazy, crazy, crazy ’til we see the sun
I know we only met but let’s pretend it’s love
And never, never, never stop for anyone
Tonight let’s get some and live while we’re young
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh and live while we’re young
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Tonight let’s get some and live while we’re young

And girl, you and I
We’re about to make some memories tonight
I wanna live while we’re young
We wanna live while we’re young

Let’s go crazy, crazy, crazy ’til we see the sun
I know we only met but let’s pretend it’s love
And never, never, never stop for anyone
Tonight let’s get some and live while we’re young

Crazy, crazy, crazy ’til we see the sun
I know we only met but let’s pretend it’s love
And never, never, never stop for anyone
Tonight let’s get some and live while we’re young

Wanna live, wanna live (wanna live while we're young)
C'mon, young
Wanna live, wanna live (wanna live while we're young)
Wanna live, wanna live (wanna live while we're young)
Tonight let's get some, and live while we're young

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Artist : DELILAH
Album : From The Roots Up
Cinnababy why are you so lonely?
He holds you tight but never do you cry.
And if you hold my heart, I’ll be heartbroken
Because your hands are tied.

Rent a baby see how much it loves you
Leave your dream but first you must have won
Buy a house cause then you’ll be safe from me
Cause you’ll be locked inside.

Cinnababy why are you so lonely?
You shine out
Cinnababy you’re my one and only
I’ll never let you go.

Cinnababy look how tall you’ve grown now
So strong that I can barely help you up
You can drive but let me steer you home now
You just enjoy the ride, enjoy the ride, enjoy the ride.

Flashing lights make it hard to see through
All the smiles and laughs
Stormy clouds may come but I’ll still shield you
From the stowing rain, stowing rain, stowing rain.

Cinnababy why are you so lonely?
You shine out
Cinnababy you’re my one and only
I’ll never let you go.
Go-o-o-o-o [x2]

Cinnababy why you still so,
Cinnababy why you still so,
Cinnababy why you still so lonely?
You shine out

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Artist : DELILAH
Album : From The Roots Up
You hide me deep beneath your heart
I understand
Who you lend your love could tear you apart
But I could only recognize your face at night time
Morning shadows cloak the one thing I can’t find
You and all the things you do
And all the things you say
And all the things I feel you think
The one I thought I knew
Is dying to be saved
I pray one day you rescue him

And get to see you again
I’m gonna catch you
And get to see you again
Time you put up a fight
And get to see you again
I’ll drag you back to everything that we once knew
Before I let you give in
And get to see you again
You know I love you
And get to see you again
But you I do not like
And get to see you again
Don’t wanna be with a man that’s stuck pretending
That he’s not able to win
And get to see you again

You grasp my fears of broken love
And claim them yours
You’ve opened doors then shared in the path
But I can only recognize your face at night time
Morning shadows cloak the one thing I can’t find
You and all the things you do and all the things you say
And all the things I feel you think
The one I thought I knew
Is dying to be saved
I pray one day you rescue him
And get to see you again
I’m gonna catch you
And get to see you again
Time you put up a fight

And get to see you again
I’ll drag you back to everything that we once knew
Before I let you give in
And get to see you again
You know I love you
And get to see you again
But you I do not like
And get to see you again
Don’t wanna be with a man that’s stuck pretending
That he’s not able to win
And get to see you again
These situations pass us by
You seem to lead a double life
And I know that it is only meant to hide
Your feelings kept down deep inside
But I can see all of the things you do
Trapped behind the one I thought I knew
And get to see you again
I’m gonna catch you
And get to see you again
Time you put up a fight

And get to see you again
I’ll drag you back to everything that we once knew
Before I let you give in
And get to see you again
You know I love you
And get to see you again
But you I do not like
And get to see you again
Don’t wanna be with a man that’s stuck pretending
That he’s not able to win
And get to see you again

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Artist : MEEK MILL
Album : Dreams & Nightmares
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
I’m just young and I don’t give a shit
I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it

[Hook - Kirko Bangz]
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
Said Shawty wanna rolling, I’m like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine
So why you hating on me, huh, I’m just living my life
I’m just young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
I’m just young and I don’t give a shit
I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it

[Meek Mill]
Yeah, young nigga I get money and fuck hoes on my spare time
She don’t fuck on the first night, then she don’t mean my damn life
Niggas smoking that Bob Marley, that Bob Marley like yeah molly
I’m sipping on the whole A for that purp shit, bed time
I cop forz like jaws, y’all niggas ain’t import’
Shawty want that molly, and I’ma get what she order
Tats all in my body, strapped up like a war
Eat the pussy I prolly, if it smell like water
Her neck talk say fuck me, my wrist talk say suck me
The niggas claiming they balling, I take your bitch Chris Humphrey
And make them buy me a whip nigga
Nothing less than the 6 nigga,
Y’all ray I’m up like hoes, all you are some bitch niggas

[Hook]
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
And Shawty wanna rolling, I’m like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine
So why you hating on me, huh, I’m just living my life
I’m just young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
I’m just young and I don’t give a shit
I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it

[Meek Mill]
Okay, your baby mama, I ball that, side chick I ball that
Main chick, I ball that, and your dream girl just called back
I’m still repping that north side with that big P on my ballcap
These broke niggas don’t like me, cause they say I think I’m all that
Now come cop that ‘rarri, I don’t need to feel sorry
Niggas claiming my flows, I took pretty niggas on mar
And I ain’t claming these hoes, have these haters looking all sorry
When I pulled up in that Roll’s, swag was surfing on ‘em like narley
Like 3 hoes like Santa Clause, saying I’m the boss, ya’ll interrupt
Hit you girl by mistake nigga, wasn’t even in my plan at all
I told homie I hit it there, these niggas wanna be planned all
Knowing that girl is main thang, that shit don’t like nigga, bang, bang

[Hook]

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Amanda Palmer Goes Down Under
New Zealand, New Zealand,
You caught me on an awful day,
My little life is all fucked up,
My psyche is in disarray.

New Zealand, New Zealand,
I wish I could enjoy you more,
I wish I had more time to see,
Your cliffsides and your blackened shores.

New Zealand, New Zealand,
I don't know why I tour this way,
Trapped inside an aeroplane,
And twittering the scenery.

New Zealand, New Zealand,
I feel like shit, what can I say?
My period is six days late,
My pubic hair is turning grey,

But I don't believe in the beauty standard,
And there's no way that I'm pregnant,
So it's technically okay.

Everything is so beautiful here,
The people on Cuba Street drinking their beer,
I wish I could stay here and never go home,
I wish I could be just like Holly Hunter in 'the Piano',
And not have to talk to anyone,
Even though there's technically nothing wrong with my voice,
And just play piano and make love to hot local boys.

New Zealand, New Zealand,
You caught me at the end of tour,
My willpower's collapsing,
And I cannot do this anymore.

New Zealand, New Zealand,
My song is coming to an end,
I hope you have enjoyed it,
And I hope I get my period.

I also hope I haven't grossed you out,
But that's what you get,
When you ask me to write a song about your country in twenty minutes.

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Amanda Palmer Goes Down Under
We're happy little Vegemites
As bright as bright can be
We all enjoy our Vegemite
For breakfast, lunch, and tea
Our mummies say we're growing stronger
Every single week
Because we love our Vegemite
We all adore our Vegemite
It puts a rose in every cheek

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Amanda Palmer Goes Down Under
Traveling in circles,
The world's a sinking oyster,
And my bed's become unfathomably white.

Oh, workin' workin' workin' workin'
Dream about the cloister,
And occasionally get out to see the sun shine

Oh, then I see him at a distance,
He is devilishly handsome.
He is charming and impeccably dressed.
He has a little black bag with him,
And what's in it isn't certain,
But I'm going to take an educated guess.

Oh, I'm starting to feel faint,
Like a lady in a movie.
Oh, someone fetch ammonia and some towels.
Oh, but it needs to be administered
By a fella who is registered...
Is there a doctor in the house?

Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz,
Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz,
Show me how they treat you in the South.

You call this arctic bullshit summer?
It's a sad excuse for weather,
And I want to crawl and live inside the couch.
Oh, but despite the bitter chills,
And the difficultly breathing,
There's a fire in my stomach and it won't go out
Until I'm traveling in circles,
And the world's a sinking oyster,
and my bed's become unfathomably white.

Oh, workin' workin' workin' workin'
Dream about the cloister
And occasionally get out to see the sun shine

Could it be an illness
I've contracted from the business?
And could it be transmittable by mouth?
Oh, you my friends are witness,
As I try to kick the sickness,
Is there a doctor in the house?

Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz,
Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz
Show me how you do it...
In the South.

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Theatre Is Evil
Meine Damen und Herren
Wie könnte ich meine Pulsadern aufschneiden, wenn ich nicht aufhören kann zu tanzen?
Unverfroren und ganz verloren, direkt aus New York City, the Grand Theft Orchester!

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Theatre Is Evil
Smile
You can forget about your life
Smile
You can forget about your life
The truth will follow you
The truth will follow you
The proof will swallow you up
Holy shit, you got some action
Pictures or it didn't happen

Smile, smile
Your teeth are broke
And it's all right
Smile, smile
Your teeth are broke
And it's all right
They'll break the best of you
They'll break the best of you
It makes you beautiful
So fists into the lips of fashion
Pictures or it didn't happen

I had such an awful dream
Last night
Everybody's faces were too tight
Please don't leave me
In this nightless light
God, I'm gonna miss you when you
Smile
The end is near
And it's high time
Smile, smile, smile
The end is near
And it's high time
The light's amazing, man
So time your Instagram
The rapture
Swallowing the land
But we're the last ones laughing
Pictures or it didn't happen
(Get it 'cause we'll all be dead
And no one dead can use a camera)

I had such an awful dream last night
Everybody's faces
Went all white
Everybody in the world
Was either
Getting killed or getting footage of the killing
That they sent to surgeons working in the sky

I don't wanna
I don't wanna go to
I don't wanna go to Cali
I don't wanna go to California

I don't want to die
I don't want to die
I don't want to die

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Theatre Is Evil
I wouldn't kill to win a war
I don't get what they do it for
It's all so terribly vague
I see the pictures from a thousand years of battle
And I think it's such a bore

I walk New Orleans with a knife
Like Mackie hidden out of sight
But I'd be useless if they jumped
I'm really not the killing type
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I'm not the killing type
I'm not the killing type
I'm not, I'm not
I'm not the killing type, I'm not

I've got a picture of your mum
Before the war when she was young
She's got an etching to her right
I think it's funny that she's looking to the left
And it's her son

I wouldn't kill to get you back
And I've officially been asked
I couldn't kill to save a life
I'd rather a die a peaceful piece of shit-bait
Shame-filled coward
Thanks

I'm not the killing type
I'm not the killing type
I'm not, I'm not
I'm not the killing type, I'm not

But I would kill to make you feel
I don't mean kill someone for real
I couldn't do that, it is wrong
But I can say it in a song, a song, a song

And I'm saying it now
I'm saying it so
Even if you never hear this song
Somebody else would know
I'm saying it now
I'm saying it so
Even if you never hear this song
Somebody else will know, know, know, know

I just can't explain how good it feels
I just can't explain how good it feels
I just can't explain how good it feels
I just can't describe

I once stepped on a dying bird
It was a mercy killing
I couldn't sleep for a week
I kept feeling its breaking bones

I heard that if you see a star at night
And the conditions are just right
And you are standing on a cliff
Then you can close your eyes
And make a wish and take a step
And change somebody's life

I'm not the killing type
I'm not the killing type
I'm not, I'm not
I'm not the killing type, I'm not

But I would kill to make you feel
I'd kill to move your face an inch
I see you staring into space
I wanna stick my fist into your mouth
And twist your Arctic heart

Yes, I would kill to make you feel
I don't mean kill someone for real
I couldn't do that, it is wrong
But I can say it in a song, a song, a song

And I'm saying it now
I'm saying it so
Even if you never hear this song
Somebody else would know
I'm saying it now
I'm saying it so
Even if you never hear this song
Somebody else will know, know, know, know

I just can't explain how good it feels
I just can't explain how good it feels
I just can't explain how good it feels
I just can't describe-ibe-ibe-ibe
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die
I'm not the killing type

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Theatre Is Evil
Now I lay me down to sleep

Do you wanna dance?
Do you wanna fight?
Do you wanna get drunk and stay the night?

No regrets
Noblesse oblige
Do you wanna dance?
Do you wanna fight?
Do you wanna get drunk and stay the night?
Do you wanna smoke till our throats are sore?
Make out and then talk and then make out some more?

Do you wanna dance?
Do you wanna fight?
Do you wanna get drunk and stay the night?
Do you wanna know all the things I do
When I'm all alone and thinking about you?

Do you wanna?
Do you wanna?
Do you wanna?
Do you wanna?
Do you, do you, do you, do you
Do you, do you, do you, do you?

Do you wanna go back home?
Your animals are all alone
Oh, there's a chicken waiting on the stove
And your cousin left his DVD of swinging in the '70s
Or do you wanna go back home
Check your messages and charge your phone?
Oh, are you really sure
You wanna go
When you could
Do it with a rock star?
Do it with a rock star

Wait, wait, wait
I'll be fine in a minute
Wait, wait, wait
I'll be fine in a minute
Fine in a minute

I don't want your body
Just a part to listen to INXS
All the practice in the world
Won't get me good at loneliness-ness
Loneliless-ness
Loneliness-less
Ness-less-ness-less

Do you wanna dance?
Do you wanna fight?
Do you wanna get drunk and stay the night?
Do you wanna see all my cavities?
Talk about the crisis in the Middle East?
Do you wanna get really terrified?
Ice caps are all melting, and we're gonna die
Do you wanna cry?
I can make you cry
Do you wanna hit me, baby, one more time?

Do you wanna?
Do you wanna?
Do you wanna?
Do you wanna?
Do you, do you, do you, do you
Do you, do you, do you, do you
Do you wanna go back home?
Your animals are all alone
Oh, there's a chicken waiting on the stove
And your cousin left his DVD of swinging in the '70s
Or do you wanna go back home
Check your messages and charge your phone?
Oh, are you really sure
You wanna go
When you could
Do it with a rock star?
Do it with a rock star

Wait, wait, wait
I'll be fine in a minute
Wait, wait, wait
I'll be fine in a minute

(Do you wanna go back home?)
Wait, wait, wait
I'll be fine in a minute
(Do you wanna go back home?)
Wait wait wait
I'll be fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Theatre Is Evil
Hearts on a string
Like an older-fashioned phone-can
Bang, ringy-ring
And you think
You're gonna get some thing you can bring to a party at your wake
Not thinking of the thing that you pay back when you take it
Take it

Like rats in a cage pushed the button
Got the shock trick snickers in your bag
Had your number, but I lost it
Bets are all off, you're a lily-livered giver
Indie in the hidden costs, you're a sucker and you win

It doesn’t matter if you want it back
You've given it away
You've given it away
It doesn't matter if you want it back
You've given it away, away, away, away, away, away, oh

He's already on the outskirts
I'm still pulling at his sweatshirt
He says fate is not a factor
I'm in love with every actor

So

Once when you're gone, and I wanna do it backwards
Just like the song, we're addicted to the L word
Up past your head, down your back
Around your ankles, ready for attack
You're upstaged
And then you're strangled

Cringe like you're cursed with your wrecking ball-y necklace
I saw it first, and I crushed it with my ham fist
High for the contest, who's the better
Not see eye to eye to eye
And now you're blind, and you can't catch me
Catch me if you can

(He's already on the outskirts)
If you can
(I'm still pulling on his sweatshirt)
If you can
(He says fate is not a factor)
If you can
(I'm in love with every actor)

It doesn't matter if you want it back
You've given it away
You've given it away
It doesn't matter if you want it back
You've given it away
You've given it away

He's already on the outskirts
I'm still pulling at his sweatshirt
He says fate is not a factor
I'm in love with every actor

I will let you go if you will let some
I will let you go if you will let somebody
I will let you go if you will let somebody love you
I will let you go if you will let somebody love you like
I will let you go if you will let somebody love you like I do

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Theatre Is Evil
We are standing on the threshold
Of a decent conversation
When I can hear the door slam

I know the face you're making
And I really want to talk to you
I really, really wanted to
But once you get your mind made up
There is no getting through to you

For a while it was touching
For a while it was challenging
Before it became typical
And now it really isn't interesting
To see a grown man cry
To see a grown man cry

I'm lying on the sofa and the radio is blaring
And I'm scanning through the stations as the boys declare their feelings
But it doesn't feel like feelings
It feels like they're pretending
It's like they just want blowjobs
And they know these songs will get them

And I really want to talk to you
I really, really wanted to
But i have learned my lesson now
And you’re not the one I'm turning to

And for a while it was touching
For a while it was challenging
Before it got habitual
And now it really isn't interesting
To see a grown man cry
To see a grown man cry

I was the first to warn you
I lay myself before you
I was the first to warn you
I put myself before you

We are standing on the corner
And you're throwing down the gauntlet
It is not a life decision
We just need to pick a restaurant

After all this, I should know you
Well enough not to get into it
I should learn, but I'm an idiot
You only want an argument

And for a while it was touching
It was almost even comforting
Before it became typical
And now it really is not interesting
To see a grown man cry
To see a grown man cry
To see a grown man throw a temper fit
To see a grown man cross his arms
And sit as if the whole wide world would end
If he was not a part of it
But at the same time with no confidence
Never realizing the consequence he's having
On the ones he loves
Because he thinks he makes no difference

We are standing on the threshold
Of a decent conversation
When I can hear the door slam
I know the face you're making
And I really want to talk to you
I really, really wanted to
But this time, I am giving up
I am simply giving up on you

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Theatre Is Evil
They've been circling
They've been circling
Since the day they were born

It's disturbing
How they're circling
Fifty feet from the pond

Pretty often
Pretty often
I don't want to be told

It's a problem
It's a problem
It's a problem I know
And I won't keep what I can't catch in my bare hands without a net
It's hard enough to walk on grass so conscious of the consequences

They've been jerking
They've been jerking
In a pail by the dock

I know that oxygen might
Make them blossom and die
But I'm not going to talk

Feed them details
Feed them emails
They'll eventually grow

But it's not working
It's not working
Not as far as I know

And killing things is not so hard it's hurting that's the hardest part
And when the wizard gets to me I'm asking for a smaller heart

And I got you
I thought that I got you
now I'll ruin it all

Feeling helpless
Acting selfish
Being human and all

And they're jumping
And they're jumping
But they'll never get out

Just keep touring
Just keep on ignoring
Be a good little trout

And the butcher stops and winds his watch and lays their lives down on the block
He raises up his hatchet and the big hand strikes a compromise

Wait, we'll trade you
Wait

Please just one more day
And then we'll go with no complaining
No complaining
No complaining
No complaining
Stop
Come

And they're cutting
And they're cutting
And I think that I know
And they're gutting
And they're gutting
And I think that I know
And it's beating
Look, it's beating
And I don't want to know
And it's beating
Look, it's still beating
God, I don't want to know

And killing things is not so hard
It's hurting that's the hardest part
And when the wizard gets to me
I'm asking for a smaller heart
And if he tells me "no"
I'll hold my breath until I hit the floor
Eventually I'm know I'm doomed
To get what I am asking for

Now my heart is exactly the size
Of a six-sided die cut in half
Made of ruby red stained glass

Can I knock you unconscious as long as I promise
I'll love you and I'll make you laugh?
Now my heart is exactly the size
Of a six-sided die cut in half
Made of ruby red stained glass
Can I knock you unconscious as long as I promise
I'll love you and I'll make you laugh?

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Theatre Is Evil
I lost my wallet
I lost my wallet
And I'm lost, dear
I swear I had it
I had it on me when we got here

Let's go to Vegas
Let's get a karaoke back room
I'll never find it
I wanna shout into the vacuum

That nothing's ever lost forever
It's just caught inside the cushions of your couch
And when you find it
You'll have such a nice surprise
Nothing's ever lost forever
It's just hiding in the recess of your mind
And when you need it
It will come to you at night

Ho

I miss the yellow
I miss the yelling and the shakedown
I'm not complaining
I got a better set of knives now

I miss my drummer
My dead stepbrother
And the pit crowd
And Chuck and Matty
If they could see me, they'd be so proud

But nothing's ever lost forever
It's just caught inside the cushions of your couch
And when you find it
You'll have such a nice surprise
Nothing's ever lost forever
It's just hiding in the recess of your mind
And when you need it
It will come to you at night

The wake is over
We gotta leave because they said so
I want to tell you
I want to tell you
But you're dead, so

Golden light
So way up high
So wave goodbye

Tonight you'll find
That nothing's ever lost forever
It's just caught inside the cushions of your couch
And when you find it
You'll have such a nice surprise
Nothing's ever lost forever
It's just hiding in the recess of your mind
And when you need it
It will come to you at night

No one's ever lost forever
When they die they go away
But they will visit you occasionally
Do not be afraid
No one's ever lost forever
They are caught inside your heart
If you garden them and water them
They make you what you are
No one's ever lost forever
When they die they go away
But they will visit you occasionally
Do not be afraid
No one's ever lost forever
They are caught inside your heart
If you garden them and water them
They make you what you are

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Theatre Is Evil
Why you always kickin' up the sand
Always kickin' up the sand?
God, man, you're angry, and it makes my eyes hurt
Why you always kickin' up the sand
Kickin' up the sand?
You block your sister
So the sunbeams miss her

Why you always raggin' on the man
Always raggin' on the man?

It just makes you lookin' like a sad-sack actor
Why you always raggin' on the man?
Raggin' on some system you think killed him
But you're so so backwards

Why you gotta be like that?
You're never gonna bring him back
Big fish, little fish
Fixing in the dark

If I had one wish
Just a wish

Throw me in the water
'Cause I wanna be a bottom feeder

Why you always hatin' on the cabs
Always hatin' on the cabs?

Just means the cabs are coming that less faster
Why you always hatin' on the cabs?
You shake your fist at God
You ain't even noticing that they're all passin'

Why you gotta bitch about the band
Bitch about the band?
You know he loved 'em
And they kept him laughin'

Why you gotta bitch about the band
Bitch 'bout the band?
You aren't even listening
And, man, they're not askin'

Why you gotta be like that?
You're never gonna bring him back
Big fish, little fish
Shootin' in the dark

If I had one wish
Just a wish

Throw me in the water
'Cause I wanna be a bottom feeder
Wanna be a bottom feeder

Wanna be a bottom feeder

Why you always dyin' in the bath
Always dyin' in the bath?
Just makes me nervous that lizard king kissed you
Why you always dyin' in the bath?

Dyin' in the bath
It's awful quiet
And it makes me miss you

Why you gotta be like that?
You're never gonna bring him back
Big fish, little fish
Dyin' in the dark
If I had one wish

Just a wish
Throw me in the water

'Cause the cabs ain't comin'
Yeah, the sun's not shinin'
Yeah, the bath keeps runnin'

Yeah, it keeps on rainin'
But the band keeps playing
Yeah, the band keeps playing
Yeah, the band keeps playing

Yeah, the band keeps playing

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Theatre Is Evil
Exhibit A
We are friends in a sleeping bag splitting the heat
We have one filthy pillow to share and your lips are in my hair
Someone upstairs has a rat that we laughed at
And people are drinking
And singing Van Halen and Slayer on a ukulele tear

Exhibit B
Well, we found an apartment
It’s not much to look at
A futon on a floor
Torn-off desktop for a door
All the decor's made of milk crates and duct tape
And if we have sex
They can hear us through the floor
But we don’t do that anymore

And I lay there wondering, what is the matter?
Is this a matter of worse or of better?
You took the blanket, so I took the bedsheet
But I would have held you if you'd only

Let me

Exhibit C
Look how quaint
And how quiet and private
Our paychecks have bought us a condo in town
It's the nicest flat around
You picked a mattress and had it delivered
And I walked upstairs
And the sight of it made my heart pound
And I wrapped my arms around me

And I stood there wondering, what is the matter?
Is this a matter of worse or of better?
You walked right past me and straightened the covers
But I would still love you if you wanted a lover
And you said
All the money in the world
Won't buy a bed so big and wide
To guarantee that you won't accidentally touch me
In the night

Exhibit D
Now we're both mostly paralyzed
Don't know how long we've been lying here in fear
Too afraid to even feel
I find my glasses and you turn the light out
Roll off on your side
Like you've rolled away for years
Holding back those king-size tears

And I still don't ask you, what is the matter?
Is this a matter of worse or of better?
You take the heart failure
I'll take the cancer
I've long stopped wondering why you don't answer

Exhibit E
You can certainly see how fulfilling a life
From the cost and size of stone of our final resting home
We got some nice ones right under a cherry tree
You and me lying the only way we know
Side by side and still and cold

And I finally ask you, what was the matter?
Was it a matter of worse or of better?
You stretch your arms out and finally face me
You say I would have told you

If you'd only asked me
If you'd only asked me
If you'd only asked me

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Theatre Is Evil
Every time I walk along this street, I think of you
And given it's the city's major thoroughfare, I'm screwed
Taking an alternative's a little hard to do
It's the street I live on

Massachusetts Avenue

There's the crosswalk where a milk truck almost ran me down
The day I finally saw you when you got back into town
I don’t know if you saw me, 'cause I turned so quick around
Hiding into traffic, clearly dying to be found

Do you remember crying in the park and shutting up?
Do you remember running and me trying to catch up?
Do you remember loving me more than I could be loved?
I chased you for so long, and when I caught you, I gave up
There's no other way to get to work
After all these years, it just gets worse
Memories so dull and well-rehearsed

Storrow Drive is pretty in the springtime
Storrow Drive is pretty in the fall
You don't have go home in a straight line
You don't have to go back home at all

There's the cemetery where I broke your heart in two
And there's the pair of stones that we had laughed was me and you
I stared at them a long time, and I asked if it was true
If I still really loved you
And they answered

Yes, I do

(I do)

People come and go, but these four lanes will never move
Little peach and exes' Jeeps eventually die, too
Even if the russians came and named it something new
It would always look like Massachusetts Avenue

Storrow Drive is pretty in the springtime
Storrow Drive is pretty in the fall
You don't have go home in a straight line
You don't have to go back home at all

Storrow Drive is pretty in the springtime
Storrow Drive is pretty in the fall
You don't have go home in a straight line
You don't need to be alone at all

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Theatre Is Evil
I never met a lady
Quite as pretty as Melody Dean
And when I laid my head
Down on her heart
It beated out your name
And so I had to listen
To her heartbeat
Several hundred times
And she was very nice about it
Held my hand and didn't mind

I never put my foot in the same river twice
I don't like getting wet
You take the good
You take the bad
You take it all
And that is all you get
The fact is you would rather I be lonely
In a bathtub with a book
The fact is you would rather I sat pining
On our pictures from New York
New York, New York, New York

But I get torn to pieces
For the stupidest reasons
All I want's to love the one I'm with
Just like the song says

I don't like picking sides
I don't like sticking
My Cherona in a box
I like to spread her out on different crackers, yeah
I like the way she looks
And when I go to bed at night
With Melody undressing in my head
To get to sleep
You know that I would rather be undressing you instead
Instead, instead, instead

I never met a lady
Quite as pretty as Melody Dean
And even though I know you are
A little bit angry with me
You know that it is you I love
And you I want to get me off
But you can only do that when you're here
And right now you are not

I never cross the Continental Divide
Without thinking about you
I am a tree that's carved up with her name
She is a warrior tattoo
And the fact is you're selective
About what you can remember for a start
The fact is you're just jealous as all get out
We can do it in the dark
The dark, the dark, the dark

But I get torn to pieces for the stupidest reasons
All I want's to love the one I'm with
Like Stephen Stills says

I never met a lady
Quite as pretty as Melody Dean
And even though I know you are
A little bit angry with me
You know that it is you I love
And you I want to get me off
But you can only do that when you're here
And right now you are not

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Theatre Is Evil
Your bicycle's chained to the fence outside
There's plenty of offers, but you won't ride
How you pedal in those is a miracle
A miracle

And you laugh at yourself
As you speed through the red lights

Oh, Berlin
Nobody knows where you've been

In the space where your brain and your heart collide
You're convinced there's a practical place that you can hide
And you laugh at the bellhop
Hysterical
Hysterical

With your bag full of dresses and butcher's knives
Oh, Berlin
Nobody knows where you've been
But they all look so ugly and mean when you're sober
You've auctioned away all your crimson and clover
And Ronny leaves lines out and lights up the curtain
You know what you're doing, you know it for certain
The last thing I saw, they were reading your rights
If you're gonna go down, then you're going down fighting
As long as you're bent
And as long as they're watching
You're gonna make rent
You got no other option

What?
Did you think you were worth my while?
Did you think I would cramp my style?
That if I had a say in it
That I'd sit here and bite my lip and listen
What?

What?
Do you think that I come off bored?
Paid a fortune to be ignored?
Did you think that I come here out
of the goodness of my own heart

To work on an assembly line of broken hearts?
Not supposed to fix them, only strip and sell the parts

It’s hard to work
On an assembly line of broken hearts

Not supposed to fix them, only strip and sell the parts

Your bicycle's chained to the fence outside
There's plenty of offers, but you won't ride
How you pedal in those is a miracle
A miracle

And you laugh at yourself
As you speed through the red lights

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Theatre Is Evil
So
You wanted
That's what you get for wanting

You got it
That's what you get for getting

Forgotten
You're gardening a rotting bed
Of raygun-era icons
So
Let's start it
Let's start it
From the minute you felt it
You felt it like a prison

A panic, you felt it
Like that coffee scene
From Moscow on the Hudson
So
...Be honest
It's not as if you're happy about it
It's not as if you're animatronic
It's not as if you couldn't
Cry out any time you wanted

Olly olly oxen free
All the people you will never be
Olly olly oxen free
Olly olly olly olly
Olly olly olly olly

Fate

You call it
You color it
The color you want it
You carpet it

That's awful convenient
You paint yourself a nice white room
With stripes and matching curtains
So

You forfeit
You cannot build a river across it
You cannot hold your own heart hostage
You do not have the strength
To gag yourself in every closet

The wrong place, wrong mind
Timing's always bad
You're such a sad case
Misplaced renaissance
Inventor of a worldwide

Heartbreak, taking it in stride
'Cause you're an expert
Aren't you?
Aren't you just a dime a dozen?
Murderous monosyllabic moron
With no sense of purpose

Working on your songs all night
To justify your worthlessness

To anyone who's watching
If they only saw your alter egos

Pretty in the shop windows
Where you got auctioned hours ago

Olly olly oxen free
All the people you will never be
Olly olly oxen free
olly olly olly olly
Higher than the king can

See no evil, hear no evil
Capture me and throw the key
See no evil, hear no evil
Capture me and throw the key away
Throw the key away

So

It's over
You're lying in a coffin of clutter
Your father and your sister, your drummer
Are sorting through your Soft Cell tapes
And lifesaver collection, and you wonder
You wonder if you could've done better
You wonder if you should've surrendered
Before you learned that
Nobody actually wants a fucking martyr

Didn't you, didn't you, didn't
Didn't you see?
Didn't you, didn't you, didn't
Didn't you see?
Didn't you, didn't you, didn't
Didn't you see me?
Didn't you, didn't you, didn't
Didn't you see me?

Olly olly oxen free
All the people you will never be
Olly olly oxen free
olly olly olly olly
Higher than the king can

See no evil, hear no evil
Capture me and throw the key
See no evil, hear no evil
Capture me and throw the key away
Throw the key away
Throw the key away

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Theatre Is Evil
Why not kill a 12-year-old or two?
You better do it now
Before it gets a chance to get you blue
Well, you're doing the best you can
You really are a handsome man
And I always thought that look was good for you

You're gonna dodge the fuzz, the Mexico
You won't go blind
And that cigarette'll make you grow, grow, grow
You've got such a lovely bed
What a very nice trail of dead
Did you think it wouldn't happen
If you acted like you didn't know?

Well, it's happening right now
It's happening right now

You just can't fake your way around it, kid
You're gonna keep on getting killer karma if you keep it hid
Well, you've dug this grave for months
I'm just giving you a little shove
And now you're innocently asking what you did

Well, you're doing it right now
You're doing it right now

Oh, I'll miss you, and all the best to you
Oh, I'll miss you, and all the best to you
Hope the whole denial thing works out

Oh, even when you tried to disappear
You shouted so loud for help that you could never hear
Oh, always wondering what went wrong
Singing everybody else's songs
Well, it doesn't matter now
Well, it doesn't matter now

Oh, I'll miss you, and all the best to you
Oh, I'll miss you, and all the best to you
Hope the whole denial thing works out

Hope the whole denial thing works out

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Theatre Is Evil
Forty-seven strings are pulled
By this angelic "beating" girl
And it breaks our hearts to hear
The music that comes out of her.
Shoulders hang on folded chairs
This will be our church tonight
We have dug out foxholes here
Not an atheist in sight.
Laughing shaking taking oaths
Breaking sacramental cups
We pour the magic in our coats
Thinking it can leave with us.

But it’s the wrong way out
20 steps but it’s so harming
When they talk out loud
Bend to brace your fingers on me

I’ve been breathing evil air
Sharing needles with the sky
Looking up remembering
Regina said they're just old light.
But you somehow understood
My oversaturated skin
You held your hand up to my neck
And played me like a theremin
I see London I see France
And all the things that we won’t do
And if I never leave this chair
Maybe I can go with you.

But it’s a long way out
20 steps but it's so harming
When they talk out loud
Bend to brace your fingers on me
It’s a long way out
Past the bar and past the awning
Past the easy crowd
Back into the end

We have found our solace here
In this unexpected place
Like a startled, dying man
Kneels in prayer just in case
And while the night sky sadly lit
All that you were sleeping through
Death took my friend Benjamin
But he left his keys with you
So I’ll kiss the air instead
As not to disturb your sleep
And if you never wake my love
Maybe you can come with me

But it’s a long way out
Twenty steps but its so harming
When they talk out loud
Bend to brace your fingers on me
It's a long way out
Past the bar and past the awning
Past the easy crowd
Back into the end of harmony
Back into the end of harmony
Back into the end of harmony
Back into the end

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Theatre Is Evil
Sid Vicious played a four-string fender bass guitar and couldn’t sing
and everybody hated him except the ones who loved him
a ukulele has four strings, but Sid did did not play ukulele
he did smack and probably killed his girlfriend Nancy Spungen

if only Sid had had a ukulele, maybe he could have been happy
maybe he would not have suffered such a sad end
he maybe would have not done all that heroin instead
he maybe would’ve sat around just singing nice songs to his girlfriend

so play your favorite cover song, especially if the words are wrong
‘cos even if your grades are bad, it doesn’t mean you’re failing
do your homework with a fork
and eat your fruit loops in the dark
and bring your etch-a-sketch to work
and play your ukulele

ukulele small and forceful
brave and peaceful
you can play the ukulele too it is painfully simple
play your ukulele badly, play your ukulele loudly
ukulele banish evil
ukulele save the people
ukulele gleaming golden on the top of every steeple

lizzie borden took an axe, and gave her father thirty whacks
then gave her mother thirty-one, and left a tragic puzzle
if only they had given her an instrument, those puritans
had lost the plot completely
see what happens when you muzzle
a person’s creativity
and do not let them sing and scream
and nowadays it’s worse ‘cause kids have automatic handguns
it takes about an hour to learn how to play the ukulele
about same to teach someone to build a standard pipe bomb
YOU DO THE MATH

so play your favorite cover song, especially if the words are wrong
‘cos even if your grades are bad, it doesn’t mean you’re failing
do your homework with a fork
and eat your fruit loops in the dark
and bring your flask of jack to work
and play your ukulele

ukulele, thing of wonder
ukulele, wand of thunder
you can play the ukulele, too
in london and down under
play joan jett, and play jacques brel
and eminem and neutral milk hotel
the children crush the hatred
play your ukulele naked
and if anybody tries to steal your ukulele, let them take it

imagine there’s no music, imagine there are no songs
imagine that john lennon wasn’t shot in front of his apartment
imagine if john lennon had composed “imagine” on the ukulele
maybe folks would have more clearly got the message

you may think my approach is simple-minded and naïve
like if you want to save the world then why not quit and feed the hungry
but people for millennia have needed music to survive
and that’s why I've promised john that i will not feel guilty

so play your favorite beatles’ song
and make the subway fall in love
they’re only $19.95, that’s not a lot of money
play until the sun comes up
and play until your fingers suffer
play LCD soundsystem songs on your ukulele
quit the bitching on your blog
and stop pretending art is hard
just limit yourself to three chords
and do not practice daily
you’ll minimize some stranger’s sadness
with a piece of wood and plastic
holy fuck it’s so fantastic, playing ukulele
eat your homework with a fork
and do your fruit loops in the dark
bring your etch-a-sketch to work
your flask of jack
your vibrator
your fear of heights
your nikon lens
your mom and dad
your disco stick
your soundtrack from “karate kid”
your ginsu knives
your rosary
your new rebecca black CD
your favorite room
your bowie knife
your stuffed giraffe
your new glass eye
your sousaphone
your breakfast tea
your nick drake tapes
your giving tree
your ice cream truck
your missing wife
your will to live
your urge to cry
remember we’re all going to die
so PLAY YOUR UKULELE

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Theatre Is Evil
Come in my thoughts
Stomach in knots, and then
Steps, grass, gate, door
Oh, you perfect stranger

Elastic breaking dawn
Last night’s outfit on
From St. Kilda
Towards St. Kilda West
Start my walk of shamelessness

Nice street, coffee, sore feet, diary
Construction men, whistling

"Hey, sweetheart, where've you been?"
Paper shop, buy a pen
What a pretty neighborhood
Stop short, remember him
Biting hard between my legs

Then no more talk inside my head
Delicious feeling like I'm dead
For just a second, shutting up
A fire shock all in my gut

I want to feel it over all the time
I want to feel it over all the time

Come back again
Stop making friends
It's a lot like Chapstick
The effect wears off quick

Nice street, coffee, sore feet, diary
Construction men, maybe eat
Quick, consider motherhood
Luna park, smiling head
Call Melissa, dinner plans
Walking by the esplanade
Feel my stomach in his hands

(I want to feel it over all the time)

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Swinging in the backyard
Pull up in your fast car
Whistling my name
Open up a beer
And you say, Get over here
And play a video game

I'm in his favourite sun dress
Watching me get undressed
Take that body downtown
I say you the bestest
Lean in for a big kiss
Put his favourite perfume on
Go play a video game

It's you, it's you, it's all for you
Everything I do
I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you want to do
I heard that you like the bad girls
Honey, is that true?
It's better than I ever even knew
They say that the world was built for two
Only worth living if somebody is loving you
Baby, now you do

Singing in the old bars
Swinging with the old stars
Living for the fame
Kissing in the blue dark
Playing pool and wild darts
Video games

He holds me in his big arms
Drunk and I am seeing stars
This is all I think of
Watching all our friends fall
In and out of Old Paul's
This is my idea of fun
Playing video games

It's you, it's you, it's all for you
Everything I do
I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you want to do
I heard that you like the bad girls
Honey, is that true?
It's better than I ever even knew
They say that the world was built for two
Only worth living if somebody is loving you
Baby, now you do

Now you do, now you do, now you do
Now you do, now you do, now you do

It's you, it's you, it's all for you
Everything I do
I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you want to do
I heard that you like the bad girls
Honey, is that true?
It's better than I ever even knew
They say that the world was built for two
Only worth living if somebody is loving you
Baby, now you do

Now you do, now you do, now you do
Now you do
Now you do, now you do, now you do

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Theatre Is Evil
I have been pro-vanity since i was 10
I put your altars in an eye shadow den
In the bag I didn't drop, there were no cherry lollipops
But cherry lips, smack her, I sawed her off
Marry many picked a pepper on and
Cameras are rolling back and forth on the rocks

And I'm sick of your smile
And I'm sick of your face
And I'm sick of your meaningless blather
And I'm sick of your hair, and I wish it weren't there
It's a awfully delicate matter

There is no place I would rather be killed
Than in my own backyard on my own propane grill
In the lie I didn't stop a little candy-coated boy was caught
And I felt bad as I ripped him off

Many prizes can reward a child for good behavior
But you should be wary of those that involve love

And I'm sick when I breathe
And I wish you would leave
At the very least, quit the contractions
It's not wrong, I mean, Christ, but I don't think it's right
To just slice for a piece of the action

Oh, what a wonderful party
Oh, what a comfortable home
Oh, what a wonderful body
So what's in the bottle, what's in the bottle?

(It is so comfortable)

I have been pro-vanity since I could know
No one will ever care to see what I don't show
In the room I kept her locked she grew up talking just like me
I thought she would be different and withstand the shock
Imitating what she knew she consequently grew
Into a pair of M40s and seventh-hand shoes

And I'm sick of myself
And I wish you could help
Have a shot with me, pull up a ladder
Oh, it sounds like that spirit we haven't been hearing
Since 1916 when the dada came dearing

And maybe you'd be happy
To be pro-vanity

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Theatre Is Evil
Step inside this magic tent
Seven wonders, 50 cents
Watch the man without a face
Disappear without a trace

You can't manage by yourself
Well, I am just the girl to help
You're no good at telling lies
Your hands are quicker than your eyes

But do you see what I see?
Do you see what I see?

Aren't you such a clever man
showing off your sleight of hand?
Well, everyone knows you're not true
They blindly play along with you

But you don't hear what I hear
You don't hear what I hear

Stick a pin in it
C'mon, he's asking for it
Stick a pin in it
C'mon, he's asking for it

You keep your slate left very clean
Four blades that split a girl in three
Well, I just wink and smile and wave
Left in pieces there for days

But I know something you don't
I know something you don't

Stick a pin in it
C'mon, he's asking for it
Stick a pin in it
C'mon, he's asking for it

Stick a pin in it
I'm getting sick of this
Can't stand the lights
And I can't stand the sight of blood
Stick a pin in it
Hey, honey, picture it
They're gonna love this one
They're gonna eat it up
Stick a pin in it
I'm getting sick of this
I want my mom and dad

Go get a new assistant
Go get a new assistant
Go get a new assistant
Go get a new assistant
Go get a new assistant

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Artist : AMANDA PALMER
Album : Theatre Is Evil
Everyone says it'll laugh like you
Everyone says it'll get your smile
But I'm the only one that knows
You never loved me, baby
Not a single solitary time
Not a single solitary time

And everyone says it'll get your temper
Everyone says it'll get your eyes
'Cause I'm the only one who knows
Where you were sleeping, baby
And I really wouldn't be surprised

Everybody tells me that I'm crazy
Saying I'm too young to have a baby
But maybe the joke's on you this time
Yeah, maybe the joke's on you this time

Everyone will say that I'm a liar
And every day the swallowing gets tighter
But keeping this a secret has been murder
And I'd like to get on with my life
I'd like to get on with my life

Everyone says it'll laugh like you
Everyone says it'll have your smile
But I don't even know if you're the father
But there isn't any way it's mine

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Artist : PALMER, AMANDA
Album : Amanda Palmer Goes Down Under
New Zealand, New Zealand,
You caught me on an awful day,
My little life is all fucked up,
My psyche is in disarray.

New Zealand, New Zealand,
I wish I could enjoy you more,
I wish I had more time to see,
Your cliffsides and your blackened shores.

New Zealand, New Zealand,
I don't know why I tour this way,
Trapped inside an aeroplane,
And twittering the scenery.

New Zealand, New Zealand,
I feel like shit, what can I say?
My period is six days late,
My pubic hair is turning grey,

But I don't believe in the beauty standard,
And there's no way that I'm pregnant,
So it's technically okay.

Everything is so beautiful here,
The people on Cuba Street drinking their beer,
I wish I could stay here and never go home,
I wish I could be just like Holly Hunter in 'the Piano',
And not have to talk to anyone,
Even though there's technically nothing wrong with my voice,
And just play piano and make love to hot local boys.

New Zealand, New Zealand,
You caught me at the end of tour,
My willpower's collapsing,
And I cannot do this anymore.

New Zealand, New Zealand,
My song is coming to an end,
I hope you have enjoyed it,
And I hope I get my period.

I also hope I haven't grossed you out,
But that's what you get,
When you ask me to write a song about your country in twenty minutes.

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Artist : PALMER, AMANDA
Album : Amanda Palmer Goes Down Under
We're happy little Vegemites
As bright as bright can be
We all enjoy our Vegemite
For breakfast, lunch, and tea
Our mummies say we're growing stronger
Every single week
Because we love our Vegemite
We all adore our Vegemite
It puts a rose in every cheek

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Artist : PALMER, AMANDA
Album : Amanda Palmer Goes Down Under
Traveling in circles,
The world's a sinking oyster,
And my bed's become unfathomably white.

Oh, workin' workin' workin' workin'
Dream about the cloister,
And occasionally get out to see the sun shine

Oh, then I see him at a distance,
He is devilishly handsome.
He is charming and impeccably dressed.
He has a little black bag with him,
And what's in it isn't certain,
But I'm going to take an educated guess.

Oh, I'm starting to feel faint,
Like a lady in a movie.
Oh, someone fetch ammonia and some towels.
Oh, but it needs to be administered
By a fella who is registered...
Is there a doctor in the house?

Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz,
Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz,
Show me how they treat you in the South.

You call this arctic bullshit summer?
It's a sad excuse for weather,
And I want to crawl and live inside the couch.
Oh, but despite the bitter chills,
And the difficultly breathing,
There's a fire in my stomach and it won't go out
Until I'm traveling in circles,
And the world's a sinking oyster,
and my bed's become unfathomably white.

Oh, workin' workin' workin' workin'
Dream about the cloister
And occasionally get out to see the sun shine

Could it be an illness
I've contracted from the business?
And could it be transmittable by mouth?
Oh, you my friends are witness,
As I try to kick the sickness,
Is there a doctor in the house?

Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz,
Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz, Doctor Oz
Show me how you do it...
In the South.

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Artist : PALMER, AMANDA
Album : Theatre Is Evil
Meine Damen und Herren
Wie könnte ich meine Pulsadern aufschneiden, wenn ich nicht aufhören kann zu tanzen?
Unverfroren und ganz verloren, direkt aus New York City, the Grand Theft Orchester!

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Artist : PALMER, AMANDA
Album : Theatre Is Evil
Smile
You can forget about your life
Smile
You can forget about your life
The truth will follow you
The truth will follow you
The proof will swallow you up
Holy shit, you got some action
Pictures or it didn't happen

Smile, smile
Your teeth are broke
And it's all right
Smile, smile
Your teeth are broke
And it's all right
They'll break the best of you
They'll break the best of you
It makes you beautiful
So fists into the lips of fashion
Pictures or it didn't happen

I had such an awful dream
Last night
Everybody's faces were too tight
Please don't leave me
In this nightless light
God, I'm gonna miss you when you
Smile
The end is near
And it's high time
Smile, smile, smile
The end is near
And it's high time
The light's amazing, man
So time your Instagram
The rapture
Swallowing the land
But we're the last ones laughing
Pictures or it didn't happen
(Get it 'cause we'll all be dead
And no one dead can use a camera)

I had such an awful dream last night
Everybody's faces
Went all white
Everybody in the world
Was either
Getting killed or getting footage of the killing
That they sent to surgeons working in the sky

I don't wanna
I don't wanna go to
I don't wanna go to Cali
I don't wanna go to California

I don't want to die
I don't want to die
I don't want to die

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Artist : PALMER, AMANDA
Album : Theatre Is Evil
I wouldn't kill to win a war
I don't get what they do it for
It's all so terribly vague
I see the pictures from a thousand years of battle
And I think it's such a bore

I walk New Orleans with a knife
Like Mackie hidden out of sight
But I'd be useless if they jumped
I'm really not the killing type
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I'm not the killing type
I'm not the killing type
I'm not, I'm not
I'm not the killing type, I'm not

I've got a picture of your mum
Before the war when she was young
She's got an etching to her right
I think it's funny that she's looking to the left
And it's her son

I wouldn't kill to get you back
And I've officially been asked
I couldn't kill to save a life
I'd rather a die a peaceful piece of shit-bait
Shame-filled coward
Thanks

I'm not the killing type
I'm not the killing type
I'm not, I'm not
I'm not the killing type, I'm not

But I would kill to make you feel
I don't mean kill someone for real
I couldn't do that, it is wrong
But I can say it in a song, a song, a song

And I'm saying it now
I'm saying it so
Even if you never hear this song
Somebody else would know
I'm saying it now
I'm saying it so
Even if you never hear this song
Somebody else will know, know, know, know

I just can't explain how good it feels
I just can't explain how good it feels
I just can't explain how good it feels
I just can't describe

I once stepped on a dying bird
It was a mercy killing
I couldn't sleep for a week
I kept feeling its breaking bones

I heard that if you see a star at night
And the conditions are just right
And you are standing on a cliff
Then you can close your eyes
And make a wish and take a step
And change somebody's life

I'm not the killing type
I'm not the killing type
I'm not, I'm not
I'm not the killing type, I'm not

But I would kill to make you feel
I'd kill to move your face an inch
I see you staring into space
I wanna stick my fist into your mouth
And twist your Arctic heart

Yes, I would kill to make you feel
I don't mean kill someone for real
I couldn't do that, it is wrong
But I can say it in a song, a song, a song

And I'm saying it now
I'm saying it so
Even if you never hear this song
Somebody else would know
I'm saying it now
I'm saying it so
Even if you never hear this song
Somebody else will know, know, know, know

I just can't explain how good it feels
I just can't explain how good it feels
I just can't explain how good it feels
I just can't describe-ibe-ibe-ibe
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die
I'm not the killing type

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Artist : PALMER, AMANDA
Album : Theatre Is Evil
Now I lay me down to sleep

Do you wanna dance?
Do you wanna fight?
Do you wanna get drunk and stay the night?

No regrets
Noblesse oblige
Do you wanna dance?
Do you wanna fight?
Do you wanna get drunk and stay the night?
Do you wanna smoke till our throats are sore?
Make out and then talk and then make out some more?

Do you wanna dance?
Do you wanna fight?
Do you wanna get drunk and stay the night?
Do you wanna know all the things I do
When I'm all alone and thinking about you?

Do you wanna?
Do you wanna?
Do you wanna?
Do you wanna?
Do you, do you, do you, do you
Do you, do you, do you, do you?

Do you wanna go back home?
Your animals are all alone
Oh, there's a chicken waiting on the stove
And your cousin left his DVD of swinging in the '70s
Or do you wanna go back home
Check your messages and charge your phone?
Oh, are you really sure
You wanna go
When you could
Do it with a rock star?
Do it with a rock star

Wait, wait, wait
I'll be fine in a minute
Wait, wait, wait
I'll be fine in a minute
Fine in a minute

I don't want your body
Just a part to listen to INXS
All the practice in the world
Won't get me good at loneliness-ness
Loneliless-ness
Loneliness-less
Ness-less-ness-less

Do you wanna dance?
Do you wanna fight?
Do you wanna get drunk and stay the night?
Do you wanna see all my cavities?
Talk about the crisis in the Middle East?
Do you wanna get really terrified?
Ice caps are all melting, and we're gonna die
Do you wanna cry?
I can make you cry
Do you wanna hit me, baby, one more time?

Do you wanna?
Do you wanna?
Do you wanna?
Do you wanna?
Do you, do you, do you, do you
Do you, do you, do you, do you
Do you wanna go back home?
Your animals are all alone
Oh, there's a chicken waiting on the stove
And your cousin left his DVD of swinging in the '70s
Or do you wanna go back home
Check your messages and charge your phone?
Oh, are you really sure
You wanna go
When you could
Do it with a rock star?
Do it with a rock star

Wait, wait, wait
I'll be fine in a minute
Wait, wait, wait
I'll be fine in a minute

(Do you wanna go back home?)
Wait, wait, wait
I'll be fine in a minute
(Do you wanna go back home?)
Wait wait wait
I'll be fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute
Fine in a minute

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Artist : PALMER, AMANDA
Album : Theatre Is Evil
Hearts on a string
Like an older-fashioned phone-can
Bang, ringy-ring
And you think
You're gonna get some thing you can bring to a party at your wake
Not thinking of the thing that you pay back when you take it
Take it

Like rats in a cage pushed the button
Got the shock trick snickers in your bag
Had your number, but I lost it
Bets are all off, you're a lily-livered giver
Indie in the hidden costs, you're a sucker and you win

It doesn’t matter if you want it back
You've given it away
You've given it away
It doesn't matter if you want it back
You've given it away, away, away, away, away, away, oh

He's already on the outskirts
I'm still pulling at his sweatshirt
He says fate is not a factor
I'm in love with every actor

So

Once when you're gone, and I wanna do it backwards
Just like the song, we're addicted to the L word
Up past your head, down your back
Around your ankles, ready for attack
You're upstaged
And then you're strangled

Cringe like you're cursed with your wrecking ball-y necklace
I saw it first, and I crushed it with my ham fist
High for the contest, who's the better
Not see eye to eye to eye
And now you're blind, and you can't catch me
Catch me if you can

(He's already on the outskirts)
If you can
(I'm still pulling on his sweatshirt)
If you can
(He says fate is not a factor)
If you can
(I'm in love with every actor)

It doesn't matter if you want it back
You've given it away
You've given it away
It doesn't matter if you want it back
You've given it away
You've given it away

He's already on the outskirts
I'm still pulling at his sweatshirt
He says fate is not a factor
I'm in love with every actor

I will let you go if you will let some
I will let you go if you will let somebody
I will let you go if you will let somebody love you
I will let you go if you will let somebody love you like
I will let you go if you will let somebody love you like I do

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Artist : PALMER, AMANDA
Album : Theatre Is Evil
We are standing on the threshold
Of a decent conversation
When I can hear the door slam

I know the face you're making
And I really want to talk to you
I really, really wanted to
But once you get your mind made up
There is no getting through to you

For a while it was touching
For a while it was challenging
Before it became typical
And now it really isn't interesting
To see a grown man cry
To see a grown man cry

I'm lying on the sofa and the radio is blaring
And I'm scanning through the stations as the boys declare their feelings
But it doesn't feel like feelings
It feels like they're pretending
It's like they just want blowjobs
And they know these songs will get them

And I really want to talk to you
I really, really wanted to
But i have learned my lesson now
And you’re not the one I'm turning to

And for a while it was touching
For a while it was challenging
Before it got habitual
And now it really isn't interesting
To see a grown man cry
To see a grown man cry

I was the first to warn you
I lay myself before you
I was the first to warn you
I put myself before you

We are standing on the corner
And you're throwing down the gauntlet
It is not a life decision
We just need to pick a restaurant

After all this, I should know you
Well enough not to get into it
I should learn, but I'm an idiot
You only want an argument

And for a while it was touching
It was almost even comforting
Before it became typical
And now it really is not interesting
To see a grown man cry
To see a grown man cry
To see a grown man throw a temper fit
To see a grown man cross his arms
And sit as if the whole wide world would end
If he was not a part of it
But at the same time with no confidence
Never realizing the consequence he's having
On the ones he loves
Because he thinks he makes no difference

We are standing on the threshold
Of a decent conversation
When I can hear the door slam
I know the face you're making
And I really want to talk to you
I really, really wanted to
But this time, I am giving up
I am simply giving up on you

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Artist : PALMER, AMANDA
Album : Theatre Is Evil
They've been circling
They've been circling
Since the day they were born

It's disturbing
How they're circling
Fifty feet from the pond

Pretty often
Pretty often
I don't want to be told

It's a problem
It's a problem
It's a problem I know
And I won't keep what I can't catch in my bare hands without a net
It's hard enough to walk on grass so conscious of the consequences

They've been jerking
They've been jerking
In a pail by the dock

I know that oxygen might
Make them blossom and die
But I'm not going to talk

Feed them details
Feed them emails
They'll eventually grow

But it's not working
It's not working
Not as far as I know

And killing things is not so hard it's hurting that's the hardest part
And when the wizard gets to me I'm asking for a smaller heart

And I got you
I thought that I got you
now I'll ruin it all

Feeling helpless
Acting selfish
Being human and all

And they're jumping
And they're jumping
But they'll never get out

Just keep touring
Just keep on ignoring
Be a good little trout

And the butcher stops and winds his watch and lays their lives down on the block
He raises up his hatchet and the big hand strikes a compromise

Wait, we'll trade you
Wait

Please just one more day
And then we'll go with no complaining
No complaining
No complaining
No complaining
Stop
Come

And they're cutting
And they're cutting
And I think that I know
And they're gutting
And they're gutting
And I think that I know
And it's beating
Look, it's beating
And I don't want to know
And it's beating
Look, it's still beating
God, I don't want to know

And killing things is not so hard
It's hurting that's the hardest part
And when the wizard gets to me
I'm asking for a smaller heart
And if he tells me "no"
I'll hold my breath until I hit the floor
Eventually I'm know I'm doomed
To get what I am asking for

Now my heart is exactly the size
Of a six-sided die cut in half
Made of ruby red stained glass

Can I knock you unconscious as long as I promise
I'll love you and I'll make you laugh?
Now my heart is exactly the size
Of a six-sided die cut in half
Made of ruby red stained glass
Can I knock you unconscious as long as I promise
I'll love you and I'll make you laugh?

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Artist : PALMER, AMANDA
Album : Theatre Is Evil
I lost my wallet
I lost my wallet
And I'm lost, dear
I swear I had it
I had it on me when we got here

Let's go to Vegas
Let's get a karaoke back room
I'll never find it
I wanna shout into the vacuum

That nothing's ever lost forever
It's just caught inside the cushions of your couch
And when you find it
You'll have such a nice surprise
Nothing's ever lost forever
It's just hiding in the recess of your mind
And when you need it
It will come to you at night

Ho

I miss the yellow
I miss the yelling and the shakedown
I'm not complaining
I got a better set of knives now

I miss my drummer
My dead stepbrother
And the pit crowd
And Chuck and Matty
If they could see me, they'd be so proud

But nothing's ever lost forever
It's just caught inside the cushions of your couch
And when you find it
You'll have such a nice surprise
Nothing's ever lost forever
It's just hiding in the recess of your mind
And when you need it
It will come to you at night

The wake is over
We gotta leave because they said so
I want to tell you
I want to tell you
But you're dead, so

Golden light
So way up high
So wave goodbye

Tonight you'll find
That nothing's ever lost forever
It's just caught inside the cushions of your couch
And when you find it
You'll have such a nice surprise
Nothing's ever lost forever
It's just hiding in the recess of your mind
And when you need it
It will come to you at night

No one's ever lost forever
When they die they go away
But they will visit you occasionally
Do not be afraid
No one's ever lost forever
They are caught inside your heart
If you garden them and water them
They make you what you are
No one's ever lost forever
When they die they go away
But they will visit you occasionally
Do not be afraid
No one's ever lost forever
They are caught inside your heart
If you garden them and water them
They make you what you are

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Artist : PALMER, AMANDA
Album : Theatre Is Evil
Why you always kickin' up the sand
Always kickin' up the sand?
God, man, you're angry, and it makes my eyes hurt
Why you always kickin' up the sand
Kickin' up the sand?
You block your sister
So the sunbeams miss her

Why you always raggin' on the man
Always raggin' on the man?

It just makes you lookin' like a sad-sack actor
Why you always raggin' on the man?
Raggin' on some system you think killed him
But you're so so backwards

Why you gotta be like that?
You're never gonna bring him back
Big fish, little fish
Fixing in the dark

If I had one wish
Just a wish

Throw me in the water
'Cause I wanna be a bottom feeder

Why you always hatin' on the cabs
Always hatin' on the cabs?

Just means the cabs are coming that less faster
Why you always hatin' on the cabs?
You shake your fist at God
You ain't even noticing that they're all passin'

Why you gotta bitch about the band
Bitch about the band?
You know he loved 'em
And they kept him laughin'

Why you gotta bitch about the band
Bitch 'bout the band?
You aren't even listening
And, man, they're not askin'

Why you gotta be like that?
You're never gonna bring him back
Big fish, little fish
Shootin' in the dark

If I had one wish
Just a wish

Throw me in the water
'Cause I wanna be a bottom feeder
Wanna be a bottom feeder

Wanna be a bottom feeder

Why you always dyin' in the bath
Always dyin' in the bath?
Just makes me nervous that lizard king kissed you
Why you always dyin' in the bath?

Dyin' in the bath
It's awful quiet
And it makes me miss you

Why you gotta be like that?
You're never gonna bring him back
Big fish, little fish
Dyin' in the dark
If I had one wish

Just a wish
Throw me in the water

'Cause the cabs ain't comin'
Yeah, the sun's not shinin'
Yeah, the bath keeps runnin'

Yeah, it keeps on rainin'
But the band keeps playing
Yeah, the band keeps playing
Yeah, the band keeps playing

Yeah, the band keeps playing

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