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Gomez Album


Abandoned Shopping Trolley Hotline (09/25/2000)
09/25/2000
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..Love me
Heaven knows, Lord, I've been crying
Heaven knows, Lord, i've been longing for an answer..
To keep this heart of mine satisfied

. . .



You know I'm sorry if you misunderstood
But your confusion is a bit overdone
I was only in to do it good
I was only in to have some fun
I went out of my way to get this bad
And you still don't get how far
But now I'm back! I'm new!
And it's a wonderful thing
But you still don't get how things are...

Not superstition - I'm talking hideous kinky
No not religion - I'm talking serious oobe
Not science fiction - I'm talking horrible freaky
Yeah all the stuff you don't believe in
Well that stuff is for real

Got myself a change of life
Got myself a change of style
Got myself a new direction
Got myself a reason why
I just fell right out of my face one day
And I took it as a sign from god
And now I'm feeling good
And I'm moving up
And I've got to do it now

Yeah I'm sorry if you misunderstood
But your condition is a touch overplayed
I was only in to do it good
I was only in to get it made
I went way out of my way to get this bad
And you still don't get how far
And now I'm back! I'm new!
And it's a wonderful thing
But you still don't get how things are...

Not superstition - I'm talking hideous kinky
No not religion - I'm talking serious oobe
Not science fiction - I'm talking horrible freaky
Yeah all the stuff you don't imagine
Well it's happening to me

Got myself a change of life
Got myself a change of style
Got myself a new direction
Got myself a reason why
I just fell right out of my face one day

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Someone call the doctor I think I'm goin'..

Someone call the doctor, I think I'm gonna die
My feet are getting heavy, my mind is getting wet
Someone better help me get back into the twenty-first century
I need help, I need surgery
Help! Help! Help! Help!

Someone call the doctor, I think I'm goin' blind
My old periodic gnosis is bleeding from my eyes
Someone better help me the plot is hotting up
I'm in surgery
It really hurts, it really hurts, it really hurts
It really hurts, it really hurts, it really hurts
Help! Help! Help! Help!

It really hurts, it really hurts, it really hurts
It really hurts, it really hurts, it really hurts

. . .



Hit on the back and that's just who I am
I'm gonna be your man, I'm gonna be your man

Hit on the head that made me what I said
Can't they just free just you and me

It was a hit on the head that made me what I said
What you waiting for?
Ain't gonna be around no more

Why don't you go or why don't you marry me?
Can't you see, everything's gonna be

Hit on the floor and I ain't carrying on
I'm gonna be gone, I'm gonna be gone


. . .



There was a red light coughin' up a room of blood
And there were forecast seven inches of snow
And there were two tunes playing in my head at once
Arguing guitar and drums
There was a lover standing by her bed
With a cigarette burning on her hand
And there were moonbeams playing on her porcelain flesh
A capi ero alousca

Company cars and shoes were never meant to play the blues
You were the only fool I ever wanted to make love to
Even within my youth I denied I wanted to
You were the only fool I ever wanted to make love to

There was a red Mayan parrot pulling chicken legs
And there were weak spots only she could detect
And as I rolled over to block the last ray of sun
In emergency all over the show
There was a blue light the other side of the globe
And there were four cats stretching out their claws
And there were two lovers separated by the telephone

Company cars and shoes were never meant to play the blues
You were the only fool I ever wanted to make love to
Even within my youth I denied I wanted to
'Cause you were the only fool I ever wanted to make love to

Your flavors are getting to me
Your flavors are getting to me
Your flavors are getting to me
Your flavors are getting to me
Your flavors
Your flavors
Your flavors

. . .



I was always told that you had to have the balls to breakdown
Now I'm older I'm not too sure
I was once told that you had to have a high to lowdown
An expert told me back in the war

Broken hearted surgery never works
So eat your words or hide them in the dirt

Raise up the anchor baby, why do we have to get way down?
Way down
Raise up the anchor baby, why do we have to get way down?

I was always told that you had to have the balls to breakdown
Now I'm older I'm not too sure
I was once told that you had to have a high to lowdown
An expert told me back in the war

Broken hearted surgery never works
So eat your words or hide them in the dirt

Raise up the anchor baby, why do we have to get way down?
Way down
Raise up the anchor baby, why do we have to get way down?

'Cause I don't need nobody to know me
I don't want nobody to know


. . .



We came, we came, we came again
To stem the tide and point the blame
Came back from more
Came back to see what you had in store
Everyone join the line, everyone
Yeah

So you wanna spin the world around?
So you wanna spin the world around?
And anybody else, cut 'em down

So you wanna make catastrophe?
Won't you send it right over to me
I got some time
Everybody running high

The same, the same, the same again
To steal the time and haunt the graves
Just because it's there
Don't mean you see it anywhere
Maybe it's a trick of the light
Maybe, yeah

So you wanna spin the world around?
So you wanna spin the world around?
And anybody else, cut 'em down

So you wanna make catastrophe?
Don't you send it right over to me
I got some time
Everybody come alive

Yeah
So you wanna spin the world around?
So you wanna spin the world around?
And anybody else, cut 'em down

So you wanna make catastrophe?
Don't you send it right over to me
I got some time
Everybody running high

So you wanna spin the world around?
So you wanna spin the world around?
And anybody else, cut 'em down

So you say we haven't turned around?
So you say we haven't turned around?
Just everybody else is going wrong

. . .



Wake up butterfly
The sun's fallen down
The clouds are rolling over
And we still got many miles to go
From winter days come starless nights
The constellations frown
And when the heavens start to open
Even monkeys gonna need a coat

And the masterpiece slipped through my hand
Stole a car and drove to a foreign land
The man with the camera said he'd seen it all before, uh huh
And Opus 49's to blame
From moon illusion Buena Vista in flames
The man with the camera said nice try but..er..fly...

Wake up butterfly
The sun's fallen down
The wind is blowing backwards
And it's opening the eye of the storm
The spiders circuit spinning out on the ground
They're wishing they were younger
There's a little bit of that in us all

Take it down
Take it down
There's a little bit of that in us all

Yeah, come on and bring it around
Bring me round
There's a little bit of that in us all...

The masterpiece slipped through my hand
Stole a car and drove to a foreign land
The man with the camera said he'd seen it all before, uh huh
And Opus 49's to blame
From moon illusion Buena Vista in flames
The man with the camera said nice try but..er...flyyyy...

. . .



Well, everybody's got their own destination
But I, I don't have one at all

Well, everybody favours their particular situation
But I don't favour much at all

So I'm rolling 'long with a fine-looking country girl
Boy, I tell you she's got it all

Don't come around here trying to sell me your messed-up bitchin'

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Since I was a child I was chased like a demon out of town
Born the second child of a leg, leg, legless hound

And I am gonna follow you around
And I am gonna follow you around
Yeah, I..

I'm eagerly adopted by the darkest atmosphere
Playin' in the playground with all the, all the others, yeah

And I am gonna follow you around
And I am gonna follow you around
Yeah, I..

And I am gonna follow you around
And I am gonna follow you around
And I am gonna follow you around
And I am gonna follow you around

. . .



Mr. Jones, you've been wasted before
Rest your head on this dirty old floor
And everybody's mind turned to what they knew before

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It don't matter anymore
It don't matter much anymore
'Cause it gets me down
Lets my feet touch the ground
Won't be lost, but I'm found

Do I care?
Do I fuck
I'm just bearing up
Do I care?
No, I'm high on Liquid Skin

Yeah, yeah, yeah

It don't matter anymore
It don't matter much anymore
Like the butter hits the floor
It don't matter much
Just Sod's Law
'Cause we've come this far
Give me a close, no cigar
We're the people who we are

Do we care?
Do we fuck
We're just skinning up
Do we care?
No, we're high on Liquid Skin
No, we're high on Liquid Skin

. . .



Rosemary's the kind of girl
Don't need no reason
She's the kind that just won't settle
Down

Clothes are out of season
She'll be done for treason
She'll be hanging from a tree upside
Down

Fever
Fever
Where you trying to run?

Fever
Diva
Rosemary's not done

Well Rosemary's the kind of girl
Tired of her beauty
She has taken all her mirrors
Down

So you best believe her
The girl will give you fever
She's the kind to heat you up and cool you
Down

Fever
Fever
Where you trying to run?

Fever
Diva
Rosemary
She's not done

. . .



One of these days, one of these days
One of these fine old days, I'm gonna be free

Keep on truckin' now, smilin', wavin' your hand
Oh, goodbye
She's just fuckin' around now,
Saying those things that she doesn't really mean to say
She's got guns to her hip, he's a-crackin' his whip
Yeah, he's a cowboy

Well he sees her walk by, got that look in her eye
She's so fine, she's so fine
He's a cowboy

. . .



It's getting better all the time
I used to get mad at my school
The teachers who taught me weren't cool
Holding me down
Turning me round
Filling me up with your rules.

I've got to admit it's getting better,
It's getting better all the time
I've got to admit it's getting better,
It's getting better since you've been mine.
Me used to be angry young man
Me hiding me head in the sand

You gave me the word
I finally heard
I'm doing the best that I can

I admit it's getting better,
It's getting better all the time
I've got to admit it's getting better,
It's getting better since you've been mine.
Getting so much better all the time
It' getting better all the time, Better Better, Better
It' getting better all the time, Better Better, Better

I used to be cruel to my woman I beat her and
kept her apart from the things that she loved
Man, i was mean, but I'm changing my scene and I'm doing the best that I can.
I admit it's getting better,
It's getting better all the time
I've got to admit it's getting better,
It's getting better since you've been mine.

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