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Dress
02:01
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You
fell in love with a man
who wasn't a man —
you fell in love with a man
…doubt people would understand.
There wasn't a place they wouldn't stare
and think erogenously
and play with their hands
Get that dress out of my dressing room
I don't need to be tempted anymore
Get that dress out of my dressing room
I don't need to be thankful,
I'm too full of fangs,
tuneful and ringing,
but never worth singing
sing me to sleep,
scruffy and deep,
you grasp in the heap
Get that dress out of my dressing room
I don't need to be tempted anymore
Get that dress out of my dressing room
I don't need to be anything I'm not
Do you believe?
(Don't tempt me, you don't tempt me)
Do you believe?
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2. |
Fox
03:13
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She was somethin and I could see
she wasn't one of the beauty queens, no
but she was a fox
The way she walked like she had it made
she was young, she was unafraid
and she was a fox
She gave me up again and I, I let her go
Well if she calls me up again, I guess I'll let her know
But she never, no she never,
she never did the twist
Another toy and she's bent outta shape
She wants a real boy and he's a, he's a real fake
But he's a good man, a good man,
He never felt a fist
She's like a bottle of sweet perfume
You crack her up and it clears the room
(but someone comes along to clean it up)
To turn you on, she just brush your arm
A daddy's girl with her mother's charm
and she was a fox
She gave me up again and I, I let her go
Well if she calls me up again, I guess I'll let her know
But she never, no she never,
she never did the twist
Another toy and she's bent outta shape
She wants a real boy and he's a, he's a real fake
But he's a good man, a good man,
She never felt a fist
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The morning is brisk. The small American flags that stand year-round in Ed Jassik's yard, not just Veterans Day, snap to attention.
And inside his home, Ed Jassik, 80, is easygoing as a sunny Sunday afternoon, dressed in white socks, two crucifixes hanging on his wall.
Four cords of wood have already been piled in the driveway
And I got my own four chords, but I'm going to do it my way
Ed thinks he might need two more.
She was a Moynahan then. She was a waitress at the local bar. She didn't like him much then, but oh, how her sister insisted.
Married 55 years, and he never understood how his oldest son became a Yankees fan at all — the kid was living in Brookline.
Four cords of wood have already been piled in the driveway
And I got my own four chords, but I'm going to do it my way
Ed thinks he might need two more.
Then that day, the landing barge sank and he thought, "I'm going to die here. I'm going to die. Welcome home."
He opens his door, and wandering forward, his feet a Bulgarian march, Ed stands at ease. Examines his flags, resolving purely a true-blue Democrat heart, Ed sits on his knees.
Then that day, the landing barge sank and he thought, "I'm going to die here. I'm going to die." Welcome home.
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4. |
The Greater Man
07:36
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This love affair was good while it lasted
…every time it lasted
and you were someone else when I came around before
Well it could have been better,
I've never been worse,
I just need to know that it wasn't the first
So when you're alone, dear,
won't you keep this in mind:
there never was and never will be a line —
nothing to cross, no cross to bear, only the feeling of knowing that you've been there.
I'm not just not myself
I can't see you anymore.
I could've been less, but they were asking me for more
So tell me the truth:
Did you sell your soul for free?
You've got no check to cash, but then, that's taking it from me
So fuck you all
You don't understand
I'm better than you'll ever be
And I'm the greater man
You're just delusional
You'll take on the world
You'll always be intelligent and always get the girl
But somewhere deep down inside, you know it's true
Or maybe just below the surface, you know I'm better than you
Oh, believe it
Just admit it
You'll be better that way
(You don't even know me,
You don't even know)
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5. |
Ready Impulse
02:58
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I am a bum.
...or maybe an artist.
...or maybe a yuppie, depending on how you look at it...
and how you know me.
Don't I know you?
You're the barista in my favorite bar... café.
And I'm nothing I wanna be,
and I'm nothing you're gonna want from me,
and I'm nothing that I'm supposed to be
...so, come on
I couldn't stop.
I had to say it:
"Do you like cream in your coffee? cos I don't."
And you couldn't see,
but I would believe it
if you had told me your hair was always blond like that.
And I'm nothing I wanna be,
and I'm nothing you're gonna want from me,
and I'm nothing that I'm supposed to be,
and isn't that fair,
and isn't that great,
and isn't that terribly self-aware?
And isn't that great,
and isn't that fair,
and isn't that terribly self-aware?
I'm terribly self-aware. (self-aware, i'm terribly self-aware......self...aware...)
...But listen, I really mean it.
But listen, I really mean it...
a ready impulse is waiting.
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6. |
Blanket Radiators
04:27
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It wasn't much of a fall
Her arms were waiting for you, dear
and when your eyes hit the ground, you came to.
The moment wasn't a quake,
it was more of an earthly metal chill
Not a soul-reckoned doubt received you
And as the heat
of blanket radiators
passes through her thighs
She said, "it's only the fearful that would rise"
It couldn't last
Reveling in the space
Familiar footing but foreign distances
An undertow found you surface-grasping
the brilliant dark that it was
And while your gaze slipped, she slowly comforted
You couldn't speak though her lips were guiding
And as the heat
of blanket radiators
passes through her thighs
She said, "it's only the fearful that would rise"
It couldn't last
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7. |
Hazel
08:27
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(Please, somebody help me
Take me away from here
Everybody needs a friend
They used to call me Book
They used to call me Hazel)
You sip your morning coffee, you read your morning paper
(sinners sinister nosing in the business section)
Down at the office, you imagine the lovers in cheap disguise,
cubicle cubists and lost arts of architecture
Can't free yourself from it all
Can't free your cell from the wall
Lying across you, with a broken and battered and twisted eye,
is a child who is lacking an invitation
Spying the doorstep, you are lifted, elated, but suffering
from a patient come down with "the speculation"
Can't free yourself from it all
Can't free your cell from the wall
You gotta listen to me, man,
you're a lover and the leader of a revolution!
You gotta take it or leave it,
this is your moment, your chance to pull the alarm
You gotta listen to me, man,
you're a fighter, not a runner from a real solution
You know you might be alone, man,
you gotta leave 'em to each other, gotta lead 'em from harm
Everybody needs a friend
Everybody needs a friend
So if you've been failing,
call, call me
They used to call me Book
They used to call me Hazel
because you can read me (open and read)
but you're never ever gonna decide who I am
So if you don't know who you are,
don't let the world decide for you.
Just take your time
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8. |
There Are Things
04:25
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There are things
that you can never quite replace:
A mother's sweet caress,
your first and only lover's face
You can leave them,
but you can never take it back
Take it back
Take me back where I used to be
This dream of cheap romance is of no use to me
I need to be there where you can see me
so you can wish me to a grave
So you can be there to tell me that I don't belong
So you can see it when I find out I was always wrong
So you can be there to see me when I crack
So you can tell me that I'm never gonna get it back
So you can be there when I need you not to need me,
but to need me to let it go
And now that I realize
the thing that was in your eyes,
well, if I told you I never lied
well, it's only 'cos I never tried
Yes, I loved you,
so you can never quite replace
the pain that comes with that
and the feeling that you ran the race
Now tell me truly,
is that something that you think that you can face?
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Jasper & the Rubber Policemen Boston, Massachusetts
Jasper's fever dream
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