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Green River Album



1985
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There's this town called heaven where
Someone makes everything seem all right
But ya have to stay there with her
For the rest of your life
I'm driving to the end of the road
I've been driven to the end of my rope
Passing your town I head
Straight to the junction for hell
I won't bother to pick you up
You'll get there all by yourself
I'm driving to the end of the road
I've been driven to the end of my rope
There's this place where the borders of each
town touch, I know that place all too well
If you stand just right, stand just right
One foot in heaven, one in hell
That's how I've lived my life
That's how I've lived my life
That's not how I wanna die
That's not how I wanna die
In my time of dying
There's this town called heaven
And there's this town called hell
Gonna keep on goin'
Won't stop 'till I find something else
I'm driving to the end of the road
I've been driven to the end of my rope

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Ow!
I've crushed a thousand ants
And I've flushed a hundred spiders
I didn't even know their names
I never let it bother me
Dead bugs on the sole of my shoes
Dead bugs clog the drain
What's dead is now long forgotten
I never let it bother me
No memories of anything, no feeling
No memory of anything, no pain

Blood rain stains my shirt
Blood rain blackens my heart
A thousand bloody faces crack my mind
Uhuh
What's done is done
I just always was
What's done is lost in memory
I never let it bother me
I never let it bother me

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Look at that girl, she's in the corner
She's the one with the hair down to her toes
She's the weird one, the really weird one
She's a girl that nobody knows
I watch her, ecstatic
My fingers break down to each other
Just a thought and I'm fogged in the rest
Then my brain goes down, down, down, down and out

I got the picture of a thief
I never got this lucky
She comes to me wearin' nothing
I don't even know, you just have to do that to her
I've got the secret of the river
That's right baby, the green river
You better watch out, get you too
No one's ever made me go down, down, down
Out of my head, out of my head

Oh, I watch her
I'm ecstatic
Her fingers break down to each other
And made my mind like silly puddy
My brain is going down, down, down, down and out
Making me go down
Making me go down
Making me go down

She's a girl, she's in the corner
She's the girl with the long hair to her toes
She's a girl and she's a weird one
She's a girl that nobody knows
I know the secret of the river
That's right baby, the green river
I fed her the secret of the river
Now I'm gonna make 'em reel me on

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Come on over to my place
I'll show ya some time
Come on over to my place, baby
I wanna watch you unwind
Come on over to my place
So I can fuck your mind
Open mind, barely alive
An open mind is an empty mind
Sew my seed, feed your thoughts
I'll get ya thinkin anything I want
Open mind, empty inside
You've got nothing, nothing to hide
Got your whole world in the palm of my hand
This is all that you understand
This is all - all you can stand, baby
(Poor feeble little mind)
Your blown mind aint a pretty sight
Your poor mind makes me feel alive
An empty shell to play inside
That's right baby, open wide!
Unwind
Sow my seed, feed your thoughts
I'll get ya thinking anything I want
Anything...

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The more I die, the more you live
Baby takes so much to give
The more you heal, the more I ache
Baby gives so much to take
The more you touch, the less I feel
Baby has so much to steal
The more you feel, the less I am
Well, baby stole so much to have

Give until it hurts (4x)

Down inside and dry as a bone
Baby's upstairs all alone
Outside and wet like a fish
Baby took too much to give
Baby never asked to live (4x)
No

Live until it hurts (4x)
Live

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Give, give, give it to me...now

Oh, I've been searchin', baby
For so long that I
Don't even know what I'm lookin' for
I've been searchin' and I
I've heard it's wrong
Do you think I really care?
Well, I've been lookin' for
Something to turn me on
But I can't seem to find it anywhere
I've been lookin' so, so far from home
Much too far

You know, there's one thing that I
I just can't stand
And you've known it from the beginning
When I see's you with that bastard hand-in-hand
I just wanna cut off your goddamn wrist

They say good things come to those who wait
Well, I been waiting for so long
Good things come to those who wait
Seems I been waiting all my life
I been searchin', searchin', searchin', searchin'
Ow!

I'll keep searchin' baby, since you know I will
Till I find out just what I want from life
Yeah, I'll keep searchin' 'till I
Till I gets my fill
And it ain't gonna come easy, no

They say good things come to those who wait
Well, I been waiting for so long
Good things come to those who wait
Seems I been waiting all my life
Good things come
Hell! I've been good! I wanna come!

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I'm so sick of TV, ain't nothing I wanna do
And I'm so sick of romance, I'm getting real sick of you
Gotta get on out of here, find me something to do
I wanna get on out of here, just ain't nothing to do
I'm so sick of FM, even Casey of you
Gonna get out on the streets, man, just ain't nothing to do
Gotta get on out of here, find me something to do
I'm gonna get on out of here, just ain't nothing to do, no!
Ain't nothing to do
Gonna beat up the next hippie, man
Then I'll be beating up you
Ain't nothing to do, ain't nothing to do
Just ain't nothing to do
Gonna knock up that little girl over there
Then I'll be knocking up you
Ain't nothing to do
Ain't nothing!

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I'm up on the 11th floor
Watchin' the cruisers below
He's down on the street tryin' hard
To pull sister flow
My heart's in the basement
My weekend's at an all time low
Cause she's hopin' to score
And I can't see her lettin' him go
Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind
Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind

So swishy in her satin and tat
In her black coat and flippedy-floppedy hat
Oh God, I can do better than that

She's a street-walking cheatah
Of sweet-talking, night-talking games
Well, she's been known in the darkest clubs
For lifting her head over the dames
If she says she can do it, she can do it
She don't make false claims
She's a queen, such are queens
Since you fuck her she sucks their brains
Now she's leading him on
She'll lay him on down
She's leading him on
She'll lay him right down
She's leading him on
It could've been me
It could've been me
It could've been me

So swishy in her satin and tat
In her black coat and flippedy-floppedy hat
Oh God, I can do better than that

I'm up on the 11th floor staring at my hotel wall
This floor's so cold it don't feel like no bed at all
Yeah, I'm up on the 11th floor staring at my hotel wall
But he's down on the street so I throw both his bags down the hall
Leavin' in a cab, 'cause my stomach feels small
There's a taste in my mouth and it's no taste at all
It should've been me
It should've been me
It should've been me
Why didn't I stay

So swishy in her satin and tat
In her black coat and flippedy-floppedy hat
Oh God, I can do better than that

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