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Welcome To Winterwood
03:19
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I don’t have a coterie, I don’t even own a coat But I’ve got some petty problems
And I’ll shove them down your throat
See, there’s a place where villains go
Where racketeers can have their day
Wayward travelers inherit the affairs of the estate
“Hiding the corner in the back of every room Is a patriarchal portrait and a...”
...Curse you’ll soon consume
Take your carriage past the fork Round the bend and then head north The night will rise, the road will fall Shadows dance across the wall Trouble travels on the breeze Secrets tangled in the trees
A story seldom understood
Welcome to Winterwood
These ill-reputed patrons slowly dancing through the pall There’s gossip on the edges on the whispers in the halls
And every sordid socialite here is both stunning and a liar They’re beginning me to go to hell, they’re preaching to the choir
It’s colder every year in here despite the lack of snow So eat the food and drink the wine -
“We’ll never let you go.”
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You should be grateful I’ve never looked no better You made a clean break, I’m all washed up
What are the chances My lover, my tormentor You took the elevator All the way up
Well, you’re all scotch, no soda
Your fingertips could torture
Drag my body back to New Orleans and dream a little dream of me Well, you’re all scotch no soda
I think I know who loves you
Drag my body on the dirty ground I like a city that can sleep around Pass the cheap merlot
Here’s to who you know
You look so sad, boy
You smell like gin and failure You sing a sad song
I knew a sad man
He told me to keep my chin up He told me to smile more
So I took his teeth
Underhanded Slightly damaged Hey, Young Lonely You took advantage
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She left her heart on the desert plain
She’s living out her life
She was raised in the Middle of Nowhere
The Middle of Nowhere was the actual name of the town she lived in She actually lived in the Middle of Nowhere
and that’s how the story goes
Ain’t got a human heart but I feel that when we part
She’s the last great sweetheart of the Grand Electric Rodeo Open up your veins and here we go
He lost his grip two seconds short when she hit him with that smile He didn’t win, but he told his wife that he had to stay awhile
Ain’t got a human heart but I feel it when we spark
Undead, vampire, blink and miss it Cowboy robot loving mistress
“And then he walked away one day, and I’ll never forget what he said to me. He looked me dead in the eye and he said, ‘Uhhhhhh..’”
She’s a celebrated author
She’s a certified inspector
She’s the first- “SHE’S THE LAST!”
She’s the last great sweetheart of the Grand Electric Rodeo
Open up your veins, open up your veins, open up your veins and here we go
Chumbawamba 1997
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Lopsided is how I describe you
Your mother never wrote me a check
You move around the scene with impunity You’ve got a couple years left at best
Well, we counted and the votes are in You’re vicious and draconian
You’re always at the top of the list
Let’s have a celebration in your name And damn you with the highest praise A standing ovation
You’ve earned it
You took all our good will and you burned it Kudos to those friends who stick it through But I wouldn’t be your friend if you paid me to
Radio static
And monochromatic
We know you’re on the television box Your money is working hard
All my friends say you’re a star
If it sounds like a metaphor, it’s not
Such a greedy little raven
Hoarding coins in your collection
And I’d love to see them scatter to the wind
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Sick On Seventh Street
03:03
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What’s it like to have the world on a string
Knowing you can change it but you don’t do a thing When it’s down to the last hour
Down to the last power
You know how to sit back and collect your own win
Who are you when no one sees It’s awfully convenient
That the devil in your details Are the dirty little reasons in me
I’m feeling sick in the head
I want to dance with all your friends
Come plant a kiss on the lips in the back of the bar In New York City, I’m feeling...
Sick little boys with their sick little games
Sick little feelings in my sick little brain
If it looks good, feels good, there’s probably a catch
You’re wood and I’m phosphate, hey, we make a good match
I’m feeling sick in the head
I want to dance with all your friends
Come plant a kiss on the lips in the back of the bar In New York City, I’m feeling
Sick of that shit, I don’t want to fall asleep like this Come plant a kiss on the lips in the back of the bar In New York City, I’m feeling sick.
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Mister Fische pays what he owes
Peddles hope on southern roads
When he comes to town, you’ll surely know
Our street is painted in grey
A trail in fear in his wake
Get what you paid for, that’s what you paid for Your dreams of fortune and fame
Another dime in his plate
Watch what you wish for
That’s what you wished for
Mister Fische is rolling through
The sweetest man to bury you
He’s got what you need if you want him to
Unaware of what he’s sold His velvet glove
His heart of gold
Another night, another soul
Come and see Oskar Fische
Now everyone knows his name
He didn’t want it this way
That’s what he paid for, got what he paid for Your dreams of fortune and fame
Another dime in his plate
Watch what you wish for That’s what you wished for
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Ripples in the water break the rhythm of the rain
There’s something at the bottom of that lake called Pontchartrain Two days deep and rotting
no one sits upon the grave
Death could never hold him
Now the levee’s about to break
Roll up your Caddy, baby
I’ve got my nine
I see the fire burning
Something’s wrong on the river Something’s wrong on the river tonight Your daddy said I’m trouble
Turns out he’s right
“They’ll never find him now”
But something’s wrong on the river Something’s wrong on the river tonight
And he’s rising with the tide
We tried to hide it
But he’ll never let us go
She sold her mother’s ring, never left New Orleans So we put him down below
Or we thought so
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Bottom Of A Bender
03:12
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I’m in the front yard with your family I have my finger on the ray gun They asked me where I got it
I said, “Future.”
They rebuild your father out of bolts and bubblegum
Crawl into my colony
The honeys in my hive
Pull me open by the ribs and fall asleep inside
Pack me up, return to sender
And send me on my way
They might find me at the bottom of a bender But it won’t be today
I saw your dreams
I saw your past lives
You were a prince
You were a goddess
I saw you walking in the garden Who did you burn to end up like this
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The Miscommunication
03:17
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There’s a moth that lives inside me
See it crawl towards the light
Because you know it steals my thoughts You see it flutter in my eyes
And now this drink is in the wrong glass It should not be served with ice
So I will not tip the barkeep
When he brings my tab tonight
I’m leaving
Tell me what to think
(I don’t mind if)
Tell me what to dream (You’re a little bit blinded)
Everyone here has their reasons Everybody falls, they’re singing
Full exsanguination happens to the best of us The rest of us
Wrestle with the consequences of
The bad touch
The bloodlust
And I don’t really want to know the truth
I just want to know if there’s a way that I can twist what’s left of it inside of you
Everyone here takes their license Everybody has their vices
There are reasons people do this There are thousands of excuses
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I want to feel what it’s like to frown
So you can see my pretty smile
When it’s upside down
Now won’t you hang me from your heart
Won’t you let me swing
And wrap your hands around my throat
When I start to sing
And now you’ve got money and it’s understood
I want to be a body buried in your neighborhood
So when the sun goes down, boy, we will too
And leave a stain upon the family that she bought for you
Taste the sulfur in my heart
Let us never be apart
Trace the line of every vein
Spell the letters of your name Because I’ve been so disobedient
You want to feel what it’s like to drown?
I can keep the water warm when you hold me down
I won’t dance at the party, I won’t meet your friends Because you don’t know the meaning of a means to an end
And in the corner I can catch your eye You say you love me and I know you lie I’ll come crawling to you every time Until the sunlight tears the veil of night
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The Bonnie Dell House
03:31
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It’s 4 a.m. on Bonnie Dell
And I don’t give a fuck
I made my peace with the ghosts of the streets And I’m betting that’ll be enough
I moved out west to San Francisco
Breathed in that fire smoke
Then found my heart in a northern song
I guess I’m going to make my way back home
Wood, nails, bites, and bones
Who’s going to pray when they carry you home
I made some friends
Now I’m all alone
God ain’t gonna call me on the telephone
Saying, “Maybe I slept too long waiting for the sun.” Maybe I slept too long, lord, waiting for the sun
I won’t suffer through the season in my shitty job You can go ahead and let me go
Because I don’t really care about your KPIs
Run and tell that to the CEO
And if you don’t understand why I can’t be a man I’ll just tell you that it’s need-to-know
Four years deep
Still no sleep
And baby, I’m ready to go
A story seldom understood Welcome to Winterwood
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