Pavement Album

Ice baby,
I saw your girlfriend and she was
eating her fingers like they're just another meal
but she waits there
in the levee washes
mixin' cocktails with a plastic-tipped cigar

My eyes stick to all the shiny roses
you wear on the protein delta strip
in an abandoned house but i will wait there
i'll be waiting forever...
i'll wait and wait and wait...

Minerals, ice deposits daily, dropped off
the first shiny robe
i've got a lot of things i want to sell, but
not here, babe-- tortuuurreeee...

every time i sit around i find i'm shot
every time i sit around i find i'm shot
every time i turn around i find i'm shot
every time i sit around i find i'm shot
every time every time...
you're my... summer babe
summer babe

Lies and betrayals
Fruit-covered nails
Electricity and lust
Won't break the door

I've got a heavy coat
It's filled with rocks and sand
And if I lose it
I'll be coming back today (I've got a message for you)
I'll be coming back today (I keep it in my hand)
You know I'm coming back one day (I've got a system for two)
And I'll be coming back today

Ex-magician
That still knows the tricks
Tricks are everything to meUntil it's free

I've got a trigger cut
And I can't pull it back
But if I learn how
I'll be coming back today (I've got a message for you)
You know I'm coming back today (I keep it in my hand)
You will look at me and say (I've got a system for two)
That you just wish I went away

Sha-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I learned the truth
The truth of the words
Truth I made for you because
It's just as good

And if I spit it out
Before I chew the ring
I'll rearrange it till it
Looks just like today (I've got a message for you)
And I'll be comin' back my way (I keep it in my hand)
Then you will look at me and say (I've got a system for two)
That you just wish I went away
Today

Ahh-ooh (sha-la-la-la)
Ahh-ooh (sha-la-la-la)
Ahh-ooh (sha-la-la-la-la)
Ahh-ooh

Take me down from the ridge where the summer ends
And watch the city spread out just like a jet's flame
I've got a secret for you, I cut your angel in two
I left her bleeding and soaked it with a dry sponge

No life has singed her now
No life has singed her now
No life has singed her now
I can see it fade

We've got a license to live, it's our only one
If it expires we float up to the dust haze
I've got a picture of you, I cut your angel in two
I saw her spinning and dripping on your new dress

No life has singed her now
No life has singed her now
No life has singed her now
I can see it fade

Can you treat it like an oil well
When it's underground, out of sight?
And if the site is just a whore-sign
Can it make enough sense to me?

Pretend the table is a trust-knot
We'll put our labels down, favors down
I'll watch a yarn of twine unravel
And you'll never get it back

It's what I want (it's what I want)
It's what I want (twine comes down)
It's what I want (it's what I want)
Don't you know
I could make a try
Make a try
Make a try
Make a try

I've been crowned the King of Id
And Id is all we have, so wait
To hear my words
And they're diamond-sharp
I could open it up
And it's up and down

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (8x)

It's what (it's what I want)
I'll see you beg like a little dog (ball and twine)
Don't you know that
It's what I want? (it's what I want)
I'll see you beg and it makes you dry
Make me dry
Make me dry
Make me dry

I've been down, the King of Id's
Id's all we have, I've been down
And I could wait
To hear the words
They're diamond-sharp today

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (9x)

I'm tryin'
I'm tryin'
I'm tryin'
I'm tryin'
I'm tryin'
I'm tryin'
I'm tryin' and I'll try (2x)

Imagine if you were Herr Barockter
Alias and nobleman
Son of son of sky, and of scion
Part of his rich inheritance
Parceled and generous divorce
Sentence forthwith being
Certain blocks of land
And living quarters deemed
By all gentlemen
And wives thereof
To be grossly humane
And frankly, quite un-dirty

Herr Barockter
In his enviable good taste
Tries quick escape gambit
Via local periodicals
But no takers land an enviable station
In the conduit between two selves
A veritable no-man's-land
Array of the flophouse cardboard materials
And carbon-monoxide wallpaper
All his brig-deck Torino boys ask
Is irrelevant...

I'm tryin'
I'm tryin'
I'm tryin'
I'm tryin'
I'm tryin'
I'm tryin'
I'm tryin' and I'll try (2x)

Unable to bear the scandal, Ray, philanthropist
Rents low-down scab house in conduit
Herr Barockter offers said land for a song,
But no one wants to sing
In an attempt to retain social privileges
Yet mask it as goodwill
He says to the conduit members,
"Take this rotten old tree and make it bear fruit."
Cheers erupted throughout the thin settlement;
An Italian male was heard to say,
"Between here and there
Is better than either here or there!"

I'm tryin'
I'm tryin'
I'm tryin'
I'm tryin'
I'm tryin'
I'm tryin'
I'm tryin' and I'll try (3x)

I can't sing it strong enough
'Cause that kind of strength I just don't have
With a watch, the light changed
To "hold" then "hanging"...

Chorus:
You think it's easy, but you're wrong
I am not one half of the problem
Zürich is stained, and it's not my fault
Just hold me back or let me run

So what does it mean, a mistake or two
If it's the kind of mistakes no one can trace
To the fountain where we sold it
And held them hanging?

Chorus (2x)

I'm bogged, I'm bogged down
I am bogged down

I'm bogged down
I am, I am bogged down

How can I, how can I, how can I
make my body shed for you?
How can I, how can I, how can I
make my body shed
around your metal scars
Loretta's scars
Loretta's scars
Loretta's scars

From now on I can see the sun
Makes me anxious, makes me run
From now on I can see the sun
Makes me nervous, makes me run

How can I, how can I
make my body shed for you?
How can I, how can I, how can I
make my body shed
around your metal scars
Loretta's scars
Loretta's scars
Loretta's scars

From now on I can see the sun
Makes me anxious, makes me run
From now on I can see the sun
Makes me nervous, makes me run
From now on I can see the sun
From now on I can see the sun
I can see the sun, I can see the sun
I can see the, see the, see the sun

I was dressed for success, but success it never comes
And I'm the only one who laughs
At your jokes when they are so bad
And your jokes are always bad,
but they're not as bad as this.
Come join us in a prayer
We'll be waiting, waiting where
Everything's ending here.
And all the sterile striking it defends an empty dock you cast away.
And rain upon your forehead where the mist's for hire if it's
just too clear.
Let's spend our last quarter stance randomly
Go down to the outlet once again.
Painted portraits of minions and slaves
Crotch mavens and one night plays
Are they the only ones who laugh
At the jokes when they are so bad?
And the jokes they're always bad,
But they're not as bad as this.
Come join us in a prayer.
We'll be waiting, waiting where
Everything's ending here
And all the spanish candles they sold away have gone to this.
And a "run-on piece of mountain" travels shivers runs down the freeway.
I guess she spent her last quarter randomly.
We guess a guess is the best I'll do, I'll do.
Last time, last time is the best time

Two states
We want two states
North and south
Two, two states
40 Million Daggers (x4)
Two states
We want two states
There's no culture
There's no spies
40 million daggers (x4)

Fun for an hour then the hour's gone
Can the one trick night feed 40 days?
In my bed at the break of dawn
She shivered like a vein
Slashed bright and new

She's got the radioactive
And it makes me feel okay
I don't feel OK

Grip-force the vials and strip the locks
Smash the set & slash the beds
And when it looks life a wife's ex-plot
We'll cover all the rugs with cheap perfume

She's got the radioactive
And it makes me feel okay
I don't feel OK
(Like a docent's lisp,
Like a damsel's spit,
Like a dry gin's twist (of lime)
Like a poor droll sir,
Like a pike's dull spurs,
Like a pastor's flock (of sheep))

Fame Throwa, pass out the gold
The diamond watch, the last reward
All the things we hid before
You sold us out and took it all
Head-borne cries from zenith sluts
Astral rites (rides) from dead-end ruts
And these ends are sick-end wars
And these ends were sick-end wars...

He's one of our nation's spies
He's one of our first recruits
I click with her leather thighs
He's one of our first recruits

How can you know
In the distance lies a grow-a
Nay, rude-off, King Fame-Throwa
Son of groupie, bed-worn sexan
Spent his cash convincing us
That the desert was a starscape
Took our lives for a set of lies (satellite)
So we could cry,
"Naked, naked, foul!"

He's one of our nation's (nature's) spies
He's one of our first recruits
I click with her leather thighs
He's one of our first recruits...

i've got one holy life to live
i've got one holy life to give
i've got one holy life to live
i've got one holy life to give

I've beem waiting, anticipating
Sun comes up
The skies wont sink my soul
I've dreamt of this
But it never comes
But it never comes
The horizon
The natures dry
Faux
I've been dreaming
Traced out but dreamin
The sun comes up
The blisters burn my soul
I'm dreamin'
Of something now
Of something now
On the horizon
The natures dry
And all the gritty ones