The Fall - Tempo House

Billy Ruben Sat Nov 05, 2011 5:45 pm

A serious man
In need of a definitive job
He had drunk too much
Mandrake anthrax
Pro-rae, pro-rae
Oloron

Tormented tots
With Burton weeping
His idiot contacts
Pro-rae, pro-rae

Put your claim into Tempo House
Go round there to Tempo House
Go round and have a grouse
Put your claim into Tempo House

Roll the chubby round jowls
Roll the chubby round jowls
And Burton's weeping
His chairs are weeping
God damn the pedantic Welsh
Pro-rae, pro-rae

Put your claim into Tempo House
Go round there to Tempo House
Go there and have a grouse
Put your claim into Tempo House

I'd sing "Solitaire" for the B.E.F.
But who wants to be with them, anyway?
Snow on Easter Sunday
Jesus Christ in reverse
I tell ya, the Dutch are weeping
In four languages at least
Oloron
Pro-rae

And Burton is weeping

Put your claim into Tempo House
Put your claim into Tempo House
Go round and have a grouse
Put your claim into Tempo House

Illness, pollution, should be encouraged and let loose
Then maybe some would have a genuine grouse
Spring right out of the fetters
Right away from 63 Market Place
Tempo House address
Pro-rae, pro-rae
Oloron

Winston Churchill had a speech imp-p-p-pediment
And look what he did
He razed half of London
And the Dutch are weeping
Lusted after French paintings
Pro-rae, pro-rae

Put your claim into Tempo House
Go round there and have a grouse
Go round, have a grouse
Put your claim into Tempo House

Pro-rae

Billy Ruben Sat Nov 05, 2011 6:05 pm

Mr Pharmacist
Can you help me out today
In your usual lovely way
Oh Mr Pharmacist I insist
That you give me some of that vitamin C
Mr Pharmacist

Dear Pharmacist won't you please
Give me some energy
Mr Pharmacist

Hey Mr Pharmacist
I'll recommend you to my friends
They'll be happy in the end
Mr Pharmacist can you help
Send me on a 'delic kick
Mr Pharmacist

Dear Pharmacist use your mind
You better stock me up for the wintertime
Mr Pharmacist

Hey Mr Pharmacist
Words cannot express
Feeling I suggest
Oh Mr Pharmacist I can plead
Gimme some of that powder I need
Mr Pharmacist

Dear Pharmacist I'll be back
With a handful of empty sack
Mr Pharmacist

Billy Ruben Fri Dec 16, 2011 5:59 am

Right!

Big-Jesus soul-mates Trash-Can
fucking rotten business this
both feet in the Bad-Boot
stiff in the crypt, babay, like a rock
rock-rock-rock
Big-Jesus soul-mates Trash-Can
and he pumped me fulla Trash at least it smelt like Trash
and he's got greasy hair wears a suit of Gold
but god gave me Sex appeal
right right

well-well-well-rock
well-well-well-rock
well-well-well-rock
well-well-well-rock
he drives a Trash-Can
he drives a Trash-Can
he drives a Trash-Can
he drives a Trash-Can
he's comin' to my town
he's comin' to my town
he's comin' to my town
he's comin' to my town rock-rock-rock-
r-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ck!
right!

Big-Jesus-Oil-King down in Texas
drives great holy tanks of Gold
screams from heaven's Graveyard
american heads will roll in Texas
roll llike daddy's meat
roll under those singing stars of Texas
roll under those glorious singing stars of Texas

well-well-well-rock
well-well-well-rock
well-well-well-rock
well-well-well-rock
he drives a Trash-Can
he drives a Trash-Can
he drives a Trash-Can
he's comin' to my town
he drives a Trash-Can
he's comin' to my town
he drives a Trash-Can
he's comin' to my town
he drives a Trash-Can
he's comin' to my town
he drives a Trash-Can

Billy Ruben Sun Dec 25, 2011 6:32 am

My song for True Lilly,should be flattered...Well,it reminds me of her.

whiskeyclone hotel city 1997 lyrics

(One more time..)

I was born in this hotel
Washing' dishes in the sink
Magazines and free soda
Trying hard not to think

Lay it on till the dawn
Everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
Lay it on till the dawn

She can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah
Coming' back from the convalescent home
...Oh...
Staring' at sports cars ... crying' (the True Lilly Image)

Rattlesnake on the ceiling'
Drug powder on my sleeve
I will live here forever
With the ocean and the bees

Lay it on till the dawn
Everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
Lay it on till the dawn

Billy Ruben Sat Dec 31, 2011 12:07 pm

Bikini Kill- Demirep
The Singles(1998)
Kill Rock Stars

Lyrics:

Im sorry that Im getting chubby
And I cannot always be happy for you
And I am not some lame sorority queen
Taking you home to meet my daddy
You collect your trustfund baby
And Ill be a whore
And well pretend were just the same but
I know I know I know I know that
I, I am hiding
The you I show to you is just a lie
You take what you want, you get what you take
You take what you want, you are what you hate
But I got something man, that your fucking money cannot buy
You never know what its like to be alive
I could scream my truth, if I wanted
Right thru your lies
But your baseball bat words razormouth
Carves your initials bloody in my thigh

Billy Ruben Sun Jan 01, 2012 5:00 am

The Suit

It is your character
Deep in your nature
Take one example
Sample and hold
Romance and replace
The lack in yourself
It is your nature
It is your nature
We see you climbing
Improving the effort
Wearing my suit
It is your character
There is a limit
Over your shoulder
Everyone loves you
Until they know you
Perfume aerosols
May champion the strangers
Nick
Standing around
All the right people
Crawling
Tennis on Tuesday
The ladder is long
It is your nature
You've gotta suntan
Football on Sunday
Society boy
On social security
It is your nature
Tennis on Tuesday
Sipping champagne
Football on Sunday
Home on the train
It is your nature
Girl from Totteridge Park
Said you were nice
So was my suit
The ladder is long

John Lydon wrote: Everyone loves you
Until they know you

Billy Ruben Sun Jan 01, 2012 5:02 am

Vocals: John Lydon
Guitar:Julian Keith Levene
Bass: Jah Wobble
Drums:Jim Walker

We can't hear the backing track...
The cowboy song

That Richard Branson
I'll tell you about Richard Branson...

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Billy Ruben Sun Jan 01, 2012 5:24 am

When you got a family full of cancer,the medicine cabinet is a smorgasboard of opiates,wakies,and fucked if I know what this does,but I can see a light blue hue around everything.

It's 2006,I have stolen,six months supply of morphine,codeine,endones,pethidine.My teeth turned brown after two months,I had a bad cold for about two weeks after I ran out,shaking,cramps,desire to score,think I got a bit hooked.

Anyway,the favourite album on play,was the New York Dolls,Mercer St Sessions,nodding off,playing it over and over,as I looked through crusty eyes,puking up,but it was fun all the same,but I had a lot of pain,back then.A lot.

Billy Ruben Sun Jan 01, 2012 6:45 am

Be bland
Be dull
Be boring
Be really, really, y'know nothing a void, zilch, zero, nought, nothing, vacuum

Be in love
We wanted to be loved
We wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved

We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved

Oh love
Love makes the world go round
We only wanted to finish the album with the minimum amount of effort
Which we are now doing very suc-cess-fully

We only wanted to be loved
We only...
Love
We wanted to be accepted by society
We wanted to be accepted
We wanted to be accepted as people

We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
Love
We wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved

I'm just gonna go and get a cigarette do you want one
Yes please
Wont be a second
Okay

Be bland
Be dull
Be boring
Be in love

Only wanted to be loved
Only wanted to be loved
Only wanted to be loved
Only wanted to be loved
Love

Every time I walk up and down the street
I look at people and I think why don't you love me
Why don't you love me
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be lovedddd

Oh thank you wrong end

I'm in love

We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved

We need love
We need love like the water
Like the air we breathe, luvy
You know what I mean, like where I come from

We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved

Only love can satisfy us
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved

No one understands us
Nobody cares
No one loves us
Love makes the world go round
Oh, it does that as well without any mistake whatsoever
Love does make the world go round
I don't know what these punk rockers get up to
Y'know these punk rockers with their spitting and their antics
Don't they realise that love makes the world go roooond
Realise that love makes the world go roooond
Don't they realise that love, that love, that love makes the world go
roooond
roooond

We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved

Fucking hell thirsty work in'it being famous
This track is dragging on
Do you think it'll ever end

One more time?
What did you think of the engineer looking through that glass window?
I think he's rather suspicious
He looks very suspicious to me
Very dubious guy with that long haired hippy roadie next to him
I think these long haired chaps...
I don't really think much of them, but don't you like their jokes?
They don't realise that
love makes the world go round

We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved

I will show our frustration at society by picking up that fire extinguisher over there and spraying it at the mic

We only wanted to be loved
We only wanted to be loved

It's blue
Oh no
Oh yes!

We only wanted to be loved

Go on John tickle the old Joanna

We only wanted to be loved
Loved, loveddddd

Billy Ruben Sun Jan 01, 2012 6:58 am

kill for a suit like Lydons...lovely

Voice moaning in a speaker
Never really get too close
Only a gimmick pointed fingers
Never more serious sight
Wouldn't waste the effort on entertainment
Out of control - mob running wild
All you ever get is all you steal
Side of London that the tourists never see
Angle ambience

Chant
(Mob, War, Kill, Hate?)
(Love, War, Fear, Hate?) YOU DECIDE!

Don't know why I bother
There's nothing in it for me
The more I see the less I get
The likes of you and me are
An embarrassment

Chant

It's not important
It's not worth a mention in The Guardian
Every librarian has its theory
Chant chant angle ambience

Chant

Voice moaning in a speaker

Chant

Billy Ruben Sun Jan 15, 2012 9:43 am

Before I walked the dark path,it was all pot and art for me.My first true love in music was Roxy Music and Brian Eno,that later led me to the Velvet Underground.If I had a death song,it would be On Some Faraway Beach and NOT Stephanie Says like I espouse.I try to keep little paradises within the psyche unknown,in case someone tries to steal the light.

Blown away,if this video is original and not computer generated.I never knew there was any of Brian Eno,particulary the Island years,except for 20 seconds of a live PawPaw Negro Blowtorch.Enjoy.

In the haze of the morning, China sits on Eternity
And the opium farmers sell dreams to obscure fraternities
On the horizon the curtains are closing

Down in the orchard the aunties and uncles play their games
(like it seems they always have done)
In the blue distance the vertical offices bear their names
(like it seems they always have done)
Clocks ticking slowly, dividing the day up

These poor girls are such fun they know what God gave them fingers for
(to make percussion over solos)

China my China, I've wandered around and you're still here
(which I guess you should be proud of)
Your walls have enclosed you, have kept you at home for thousands of years
(but there's something I should tell you)
All the young boys are dressing like sailors

I remember a man who jumped out from a window over the bay
(there was hardly a raised eyebrow)
The coroner told me 'This kind of thing happens every day'
You see, from a pagoda, the world is so tidy.

Billy Ruben Sun Jan 15, 2012 9:52 am

Great Driving Song...watch the speed though:

Wanted to build a 2 door 57 Chevvy and drive around the world to this song as a 16 year old.Well,that dream is out of reach,but the sentiments are there.

Lyrics in parentheses are sung in parallel with main lyric

Dark alley (dark alley) black star
Four turkeys in a big black car
The road is shiny (bright shine) the wheels slide
Four turkeys going for a dangerous ride
The lacquer crackles (black tar) the engines roar
A ship was turning broadside to the shore
Splish splash I was raking in the cash
The biology of purpose keeps my nose above the surface (OOH)
King's lead hat put the innocence inside her, it will come, it will come, it will surely come
King's lead hat was a mother to desire, it will come, it will come, it will surely come

In New Delhi (smelly Delhi) and Hong Kong
They all know that it won't be long
I count my fingers (digit counter) as night falls
And draw bananas on the bathroom walls
The killer cycles (humdrum) the killer hunts
The passage of my life is measured out in shunts
Time and motion (motion carried) time and tide
All I know and all I have is time and time and tide is on my side
King's lead hat put the poker in the fire, it will come, it will come, it will surely come
King's lead hat was a mother to desire, it will come, it will come, it will surely come

The weapon's ready (ready Freddy) the guns purr
The satellite distorts his voice to a slur
He gives orders (finger pie) which no one hears
The king's hat fits over their ears
He takes his modicate (indecipherable) cold turpentine
He tries to dial out 999999999
He dials reception (moving finger) he's all alone
He's just a victim of the telephone
King's lead hat made the Amazon much wider, it will come, it will come, it will surely come
King's lead hat put the poker in the fire, it will come, it will come, it will surely come
King's lead hat was a mother to desire, it will come, it will come, it will surely come
King's lead hat put the innocence inside her, it will come, it will come, it will surely come
King's lead hat was a hammer to desire, it will come, it will come, it will surely come.

Billy Ruben Sun Jan 15, 2012 10:51 am

Music for Reptiles....

Monica sighed
Rolled on her side
She was so impressed that she just surrendered

She was moved by his wheels
She was just up from Wales
He was fuelled by her coals and he was coming to catch her

Lose the sense of time
Nail down the blinds
And in the succulent dark there's a sense of ending

Joking aside
The mechanical bride
Has fallen prey to the Great Pretender.

Let me just point out discreetly
Though you never learn
All those tawdry late night weepies
I could make you weep more cheaply

As the empty moon enamels
Monica with spoons and candles
Bangs around without the light on
Furniture to get it right on

Settled in a homely fishpool
Hung with little eels
Often thinks that travel widens
'Stay at home, the trout obliges'

Monica sighed
Rolled on to her side
She was so impressed that she just surrendered.

Billy Ruben Sun Jan 15, 2012 12:48 pm

(Reed)

Somebody took the papers
And somebody's got the key
And somebody nailed the door shut
That says hey what you think that you see
But me l'm down around the corner
You know I'm lookin' for Miss Linda Lee
Because she's got the power to love me by the hour
Gives me double you L-O-V-E

Hey baby if you want it so fast
Don't you know that it ain't gonna last
Of course you know it makes no difference to me

Somebody's got the time time
Somebody's got the right
All of the other people
Tryin' to use up the night
But now me l'm out on the corner
You know I'm lookin' for Miss Linda Lee
Because she's got the power to love me by the hour
Gives me double you L-O-V-E

Ooh if you want it to last
Don't you know honey you can get it so fast
But of course you know it makes no difference to me

Oh oh oh you'd better cool it down
You know you'd better cool it down
You know you'd better cool it down
You know you'd better cool it down

Oh hey if you want it so fast
Now lookie baby don't you want it to last
But of course you know that it makes no difference to me
Oh you'd better cool it down
You know you'd better cool it down
You know you'd better cool it down

Billy Ruben Sun Jan 15, 2012 1:21 pm

For Lisa...

(Reed)

Who loves the sun
Who cares that it makes plants grow
Who cares what it does
Since you broke my heart

Who loves the wind
Who cares that it makes breezes
Who cares what it does
Since you broke my heart

Pa Pa Pa Pa
Who loves the sun
Pa Pa Pa Pa
Who loves the sun
Pa Pa Pa Pa
Not everyone
Pa Pa Pa Pa
Who loves the sun

Who loves the rain
Who cares that it makes flowers
Who cares that it makes showers
Since you broke my heart

Who loves the sun
Who cares that it is shining
Who cares what it does
Since you broke my heart

Pa Pa Pa Pa
Who loves the sun
Pa Pa Pa Pa
Who loves the sun
Pa Pa Pa Pa
Not everyone
Pa Pa Pa Pa
Who loves the sun
Sun
Sun
Sun

Pa Pa Pa Pa
Who loves the sun
Pa Pa Pa Pa
Who loves the sun
Pa Pa Pa Pa
Not just anyone <<<<thats the only mistake
Pa Pa Pa Pa
Who loves the sun

Billy Ruben Mon Jan 16, 2012 9:01 pm

(Reed)

Standing on the corner,
Suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, and Jane is her vest,
And me I'm in a rock'n'roll band Hah!
Ridin' in a Stutz Bear Cat, Jim
You know, those were different times!
Oh, all the poets they studied rules of verse
And those ladies, they rolled their eyes

Sweet Jane! Whoa! Sweet Jane, oh-oh-a! Sweet Jane!

I'll tell you something
Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
Both of them save their monies, ha
And when, when they come home from work
Oh, Sittin' down by the fire, oh!
The radio does play
The classical music there, Jim
"The March of the Wooden Soldiers"
All you protest kids
You can hear Jack say, get ready, ah

Sweet Jane! Come on baby! Sweet Jane! Oh-oh-a! Sweet Jane!

Some people, they like to go out dancing
And other peoples, they have to work, Just watch me now!
And there's even some evil mothers
Well they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt
Y'know that, women, never really faint
And that villains always blink their eyes, woo!
And that, y'know, children are the only ones who blush!
And that, life is just to die!
And, everyone who ever had a heart
They wouldn't turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played a part
Oh wouldn't turn around and hate it!

Sweet Jane! Whoa-oh-oh! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane!

Heavenly wine and roses
Seems to whisper to her when he smiles
Heavenly wine and roses
Seems to whisper to her when she smiles
La lala lala la, la lala lala la
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane

Billy Ruben Mon Jan 16, 2012 9:11 pm

The Velvet Underground - I'm Waiting For The Man live at the Hilltop Rock Festival 1969

Live 1967 at the Gymnasium

Velvet Underground - I'm waiting for the man (1966 acetate)

Billy Ruben Tue Jan 17, 2012 10:27 am

https://sodlikeproductions.forumotion.com/t1744-true-lilly-vera-susa-suzy-ryan-of-ballarat-fraud-billy-ruben-is-genuine

Billy Ruben wrote:
So,if I get knocked off and you want to play a song in respect,this is the one that means alot,hope you enjoy it,like I do.It takes you to other worlds,Brian Enos' music is so visual mentally,like a good book,it's a movie in your head.The lyrics and the sound of his music,this is one of the most beautiful songs that I know,please enjoy.

Given the chance
I'll die like a baby
On some far away beach
When the season's over.

Unlikely
I'll be remembered
As the tide brushes sand in my eyes
I'll drift away.

Cast up on a plateau
With only one memory
A single syllable
Oh lie low lie low.

Billy Ruben Tue Jan 17, 2012 10:54 pm

Billy Ruben Tue Jan 17, 2012 11:15 pm

Fucking love these guys and this song in particular.First song I had playing when I met those shitty Occultist.They hated it,but their palate had'nt progressed beyond the Eagles,Hotel California...which I hate.

Yank punk and alternative was always far advanced than the UK offerings.More intelligent and harder in delievery.My style is European,in dress and manner,but primarily Australian and American in sound and performance.

http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Puss-lyrics-The-Jesus-Lizard/C16B7F9A8E954D0248256C4F000EA46A

Get me something to stop the bleeding, cuz I'm fittin to blow
Knock her down the stairwell and kick her, I think you can take her
Shove more buorbon down her mouth hole
Cuz she's the one that needs a nailing
Ya might as well just open the door and
Get her out of the truck, get her out of the truck, get her out of the truck, get her out of the truck
Get her out of the truck, get her out of the truck, ger her out of the truck, get her out of the truck
Get me something to stop the bleeding, cuz I'm fittin to blow
Knock her down the stairwell and kick her, I think you can take her
Oh, she's the one that needs a nailing
Ya might as well just open the door and
Get her out of the truck, get her out of the truck, get her out of the truck, get her out of the truck
Get her out of the truck, get her out of the truck, ger her out of the truck, get her out of the truck
Get her out, pow in the bush, yeah right in the kisser
Shove more buorbon down her mouth hole
Pow, smacked in the puss, straight in the sucker, plum in the kisser, busted her pie hole
Square in the yap, punched in the jaw, straight in the sucker, dead in her tongue pin, busted in her pie
Square in the yap, punched in the jaw, plum in the kisser, dead in her tongue, crushed (acrost) her pie
Smacked in the mush

Billy Ruben Wed Jan 18, 2012 6:51 am

I always loved this guy from The Job...the 90's kicked fucking arse...loved it and the drugs.

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Folks, Id like to sing a song about the American Dream
About me, about you
About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests
About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts
Maybe below the cockles,
Maybe in the sub cockle area,
Maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys,
Maybe even in the colon, we dont know

Im just a regular Joe, with a regular job
Im your average white, suburbanite slob
I like football and porno and books about war
I got an average house, with a nice hardwood floor
My wife and my job, my kids and my car
My feet on my table, and a Cuban cigar

But sometimes that just aint enough to keep a man like me interested
(oh no, no way, uh uh)
No I gotta go out and have fun at someone elses expense
(woah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
I drive really slow in the ultra fast lane
While people behind me are going insane

Im an asshole (hes an asshole)
Im an asshole (hes an asshole, such an asshole)

I use public toilets and I piss on the seat
I walk around in the summer time saying "how about this heat?"

Im an asshole (hes an asshole)
Im an asshole (hes the worlds biggest asshole)

Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces
While handicapped people make handicapped faces

Im an asshole (hes an asshole)
Im an asshole (hes a real fucking asshole)

Maybe I shouldnt be singing this song
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe theyre right when they tell me Im wrong
Nah

Im an asshole (hes an asshole)
Im an asshole (hes the worlds biggest asshole)

You know what Im gonna do
Im gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado convertible
Hot pink, with whale skin hubcaps
And all leather cow interior
And make brown baby seal eyes for head lights (yeah)
And Im gonna drive in that baby at 115 miles per hour
Gettin' 1 mile per gallon,
Sucking down Quarter Pounder cheeseburgers from McDonalds
In the old fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers
And when Im done sucking down those greeseball burgers
Im gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag
And then Im gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the side
And there aint a goddamn thing anybody can do about it
You know why, because weve got the bombs, thats why
2 words, nuclear fucking weapons, OK?
Russia, Germany, Romania, they can have all the democracy they want
They can have a big democracy cakewalk
Right through the middle of Tiananmen Square
and it wont make a lick of difference
Because weve got the bombs, OK?
John Wayne's not dead, hes frozen, and as soon as we find a cure for cancer
Were gonna thaw out the duke and hes gonna be pretty pissed off
You know why,
Have you ever taken a cold shower, well multiply that by 15 million times
Thats how pissed off the dukes gonna be!
I'm gonna get the Duke, and John Cassavetes,
and Lee Marvin, and Sam Peckinpah, and a case of whiskey,
and drive down to Texas and say.....

(Hey! You know, you really are an asshole!)
Why don't you just shut up and sing the song, pal?
Im an asshole (hes an asshole)
Im an asshole (hes the worlds biggest asshole)

A-S-S-H-O-L-E
Everybody
A-S-S-H-O-L-E

Im an asshole and Im proud of it

Billy Ruben Thu Jan 19, 2012 3:38 am

Portland band,Hazel,hail from early to mid 90's,similar to The Pixies,usual college kid music,avante garde in tempo and tonal changes,I love them dearly.

Time to hit the road,to buy a new Ford Wagon,half an ounze and dodge every fucker on the way home.Let's see if it's un-eventful...

Must have been a perfect disaster
Perfect
And it seemed so effortless, remember?
Like that time you told me, oh man you told me
That the stars came down for just you and me

And the comets that we see are the limit to everything
And it never changes yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Like the glass on the pavement
All the time all day
All the sand in our glass
All the things that we say
All the things that we--

And everywhere comets flare [glare?]
(A, E.... C.. F)
And everywhere comets flare
(A, E.... C.. F)

And the seasons fly across the window
And the stars and sky above the sea
Not indifference, nor a sense of bliss
Just the wide wide open yeah yeah yeah

I can feel the, uh--the weight of your shoulders on mine
With all the world and time and everything
But I'll lay low 'til you say so
It’s the only way; it’s the only way

But when it burns your fingers it slows you down
I'll be the comet that brings you back around
I'll be the comet that crashes to the ground
I'll be the comet, it crashes d-d-d-d-d-d-down

And everywhere comets flare
(A, E.... C.. F)
And everywhere comets flare
(A, E.... C.. F)
And everywhere comets flare
And everywhere comets flare

And everywhere comets flare!
As the seasons fly above the sea
And everywhere comets flare!
And the stars and sky above the sea
And it mocks my love
And it makes me itch
And the seasons fly above the sea
Not indifference, nor a sense of bliss
Just the wide wide open yeah yeah yeah

Billy Ruben Fri Jan 20, 2012 3:50 pm

I'm really smashed....

Let's swim to the moon, uh huh
Let's climb through the tide
Penetrate the evenin' that the
City sleeps to hide
Let's swim out tonight, love
It's our turn to try
Parked beside the ocean
On our moonlight drive

Let's swim to the moon, uh huh
Let's climb through the tide
Surrender to the waiting worlds
That lap against our side

Nothin' left open
And no time to decide
We've stepped into a river
On our moonlight drive

Let's swim to the moon
Let's climb through the tide
You reach your hand to hold me
But I can't be your guide

Easy, I love you
As I watch you glide
Falling through wet forests
On our moonlight drive, baby
Moonlight drive

Come on, baby, gonna take a little ride
Down, down by the ocean side
Gonna get real close
Get real tight
Baby gonna drown tonight
Goin' down, down, down

Billy Ruben Tue Jan 24, 2012 9:37 pm

WTF!!!!

Billy Ruben Tue Jan 24, 2012 9:43 pm

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