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Pavement
Pavement


Background information
Origin Stockton, California, United States
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Lo-Fi
Indie Rock
Years active 1989—present
Label(s) Domino Records
Matador Records
Big Cat Records
Drag City
Associated acts Sonic Youth
The Crust Brothers
Ectoslavia
Free Kitten
Gary Young's Hospital
Marble Valley
Spiral Stairs
Preston School of Industry
Silver Jews
Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks
Members
Mark Ibold
Stephen Malkmus
Bob Nastanovich
Scott Kannberg
Steve West
Former members
Gary Young
Jason Fawkes



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Pavement Album


Terror Twilight (1999)
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However you feel,
whatever it takes,
whenever it's real,
whatever awaits,
whatever you need,
however so slight,
whenever it's real,
whenever it's right.

I've been thinking long and hard about the things you said to me,
like a bitter stranger,
and now I see the long, the short, the middle and what's inbetween,
I could spit on a stranger,
(pour/pull me out)
you're a bitter stranger.
(pour me out)

Whatever you feel,
whatever it takes,
whenever it's real,
whatever awaits me,
whatever you need,
however so slight,
whenever it leads,
whenever it's right.

Honey I'm a prize and you're a catch
and we're a perfect match,
like two bitter strangers,
and now I see the long,
the short of it and I can make it last,
I could spit on a stranger,
(pour me out)
you're a bitter stranger,
(pour me out)
I could spit on a stranger,
(pour me out)
you're a bitter stranger.
(pour me out)

I see the sunshine in your eyes,
I'll try the things you'll never try,
I'll be the one that leaves
you high...high...high


. . .



If you enjoy the company
of a descending family tree
Well tuck in your thoughts,
it's there or its not.
the feeling is mutual

Well pardon my birth i just slipped out
origins i can't brag about.
spawn of a bank inquisitor
And theives i wish.

Watch out the snitch also
involves himself in blackmail.
One would think the interests conflict.
Yeeeeah, hooo

(some meaningless gibberish about docks?)
changing the order...

the air is so taut/tight i feel so thin
Hot as the come to closing in
Hot as the gun i'm closing in
and reeap the benefits

Beware the head of state
says that see believes in leprechauns
Irish folk tales scare the shit out of me, yeah

be as it may i'm happy to say i'm around
Miles accrued and passengers add up
the message on a mirror says "stick with me"
Cause no one's there
to read your reflection when i'm gone
get it on


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Tangled in the midst of all the trust
the way you pissed inside
the brain file technology drives.
Show me your dots now.
Who was it that said the world
was mainly all divorces and spare change?
Let's lethalize our slingshots and swallow propane.
You are the liiiight. The calm in the day.
You are the liiiight. The calm in the day.

Senior year abroad, I ripped the pea out of the pod.
In store for three months of exile in Spain.
Where was the danger?
Watch out for the gypsy children in electric dresses
they're insane.
I hear they live in crematoriums
and smoke your remains.
You are the liiiight. The calm in the day.
You are the liiiight. The calm in the day.

I drive a stick. Gotta love it. Automatic.
Oh, everybody's gotta ride in something.
High life, lived, comatosed him! Bring it on in.
Oh, I hope it arrives by monday.
Dry ice, skid, button the strippers and quarintine nippers
Oh, I have to die on sunday!
I rake in, laundry-matt spenders, and ??????
Oh, who rolls with the isolater?
Gotta roll cause I am the isolater.


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So much for destiny,
A pin prick on my knee,
The frost you paint
across our dead affair.
I sensed the toxic aura
from the second we touched,
You were stitched up venom
and I was the cursed from the Vedic.

Time is a one way track and I am not coming back,
I dream in beige why'd you leave me so far now,
Time tired you're tainted through,
wind (wins?), songs and substitutes,
I dream in beige why'd you leave me so far now.

The afterlife is steep,
We wonder and retreat,
And everyone is after us.
Skirt the gone street hawkers
with the black lemonade,
Keep an arrow trained on their
conflicted minds 'cause they stutter.

Time is the one way track and I am not coming back,
I dream in beige why'd you leave me so far now,
Time tired you're tainted through, (fruit?)
wins, songs and substitutes,
I dream in beige why'd you leave me so far now,
I bleed in beige why'd you leave me so far now,
I bleed in beige why'd you leave me so far now,
I bleed in beige why'd you leave me so far now,
I bleed in beige why'd you leave me so far now!?


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Lip on, on watery clay,
relationships, hey, hey, hey
You kiss like a rock,
But you know I need it anyway.
Angle for the ringside seats
when they fall
dont blame me

Bring on the Major Leagues
Bring on the Major Leagues
Bring on the Major Leagues
Bring on the Major Leagues

How you gonna teach him to walk
when he can't even finish the-
he can't even finish the songs of the law?
Are they civilized or satanist?
Cater to my walls and see if they fall
dont leave me

Bring on the Major Leagues
Bring on the Major Leagues
Bring on the Major Leagues
Bring on the Major Leagues

They wear you down sometimes
kids like wine,
magic Christians chew the rind
Cause bad girls are always bad girls
lets let'em in.
Darling we're up against it
and there is no time for
tie-ins tie-ins tie-ins go!

Bring on the Major Leagues
Bring on the Major Leagues
Bring on the Major Leagues
Bring on the Major Leagues

They'll wear you down sometime
kiss the wine,
magic christians chew the rind
Cause bad girls are always bad girls
let'em in.


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One, two, three, four.

Cardiac kid, kinda like it, kinda like it, cardiac kid don't go.
Chronological on all your friends
first you'll cause accidents
raise the roof
make us tense
follow through to the ends
and we'll rip the heart out from the defense.

The lion reaps his own reward
Serengeti nightmare for the echo tour
you're a nice guy and I hate you for that
thanks to people like you I'm no longer that

Mandrake versus the snake,
I got it on the camera for posterity,
of my stolen wild orchids got cut,
see those Sherpas sherpin (chirping?) from the autobus.

It's got the right to sit on that face,
well it was put here for me because I am great,
I've got the right to sit on that face,
everybody look at me and my wonderful place.

Patty, patty, patty you're so catty,
and it's not fair because I like to doody doddy do,
Catty, catty, catty you're so patty,
and it's unfair cause I like to doody doddy do with you,
and it's unfair cause I like to doody doddy doody da with you,
di da di doody da with you.


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The damage has been done,
I am not having fun anymore.
Do what you do when you try
what you get when you see the light,
come down I'll set my hope
in a wonderful hospital man.

We got rooms to live room to live in
room to give but no room to give in,
but you never had a chance
no you never had a chance.
To those above take us out
throw us down shove us out.
We get down so so hard.
But your vulgar display
caught me off gaurd;
Cold cold boy with american heart
gonna run in and lock up the shots again

But ann don't you cry, don't you cry ann,
don't you cry. Don't you cry ann, don't you cry,
don't you cry ann, don't you cry.

Well my (he)art is not a wide open thing, i know,
there is hardly not a lot to say,
except i met her and her 5 false friends.
They go, they go
tied, tied, tied to the tracks
just remember the facts
Repeat until you're running aground again.

But ann don't you cry, don't you cry ann,
don't you cry. Don't you cry ann, don't you cry,
don't you cry ann, don't you cry.
Dear Ann, don't you cry you'll sever the love.
Take you away, don't you cry you'll sever the love
Don't you cry you'll sever the love.
Don't you believe in what they say
believe in what they say
believe in what they
leave in what they
believe in what they say 'bout me
sweet sweet ann.


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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, etc.

Billie and my friend the saint,
You're perfect in so many ways,
But you never looked hard
at a fetus in a jar
you never saw your mama change.

And this wonderland of spite,
Does not shine into your night,
Like widows are seen
As stigmatised beings,
Who ought to have second chance.

And hurricanes spin
Like debutantes in a trance.

Sue the fortune-teller,
Rue the rising tide,
General Washington,
patented that skull,
Throw him out.

Ship that hollandaise,
Feel the heart fell of touch
See the longer you tease,
The stronger the needs,
The highs and the fruit are long.

Up to the one a kid,
Call the bluff when the money's in,
You're a hungry matron,
And you are just what I need,
I was tired of the best years of my life.

Sue the fortune-teller,
Rue the rising tide,
General Washington,
Patented that skull,
Throw him out.


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Speak, see, remember
The crimes it took to get you through
Deadbeat december
There's blood in the butter
The kitchens are closed for the holidays
You know that I've got to say
There's been a lot of talk
Since you're on to me
On daddy on

To find in the fishes,
The creatures, the air
Been hangin' around
God loves ya, but what could he do?
Yeah, wha wha wha wha wha what could he do?

Passion and a lovin' suggestion
Gonna send ya into somebody's icy arms and now
Graphics will do the deal justice
it's a can't lose
Only two times or three or four or more

To find in the love in the creatures the air
You're hangin' around
God loves ya, but what could he do
Quit hangin' around
God loves ya, but what could he do

The terror twilight
It all to get down for it
The terror twilight
It all to get down for it

You're hangin' around
God loves ya, but what could he do?
Quit hangin' around
God loves ya, but what could he do?

Buy now!
Develop the coast and raise the sight lines
The oceans moving out
And someday
Develop the coast and sell the air
You know if we could we'd sell the air

Stand back!
Expansion is what we do the best
I don't see the grass and the fields
I see an epicenter with agendas
And you're aware they must be next
I hope you're aware they must be next
Do it! Do it! Do it!


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Capistrano swallow, answer to your inner voice
and please return,
God installed that radar in your pointy little beak
so you'd return.

Epileptic surgeons with their eyes x'ed out
attend to the torn up kid.
salivate and reckon with all the sick things
that you did.

The secondary stumbles cause the cadence of the count
has lead them astray,
Pray their intuition leads them crashing into bodies
in a perfect way.

But I, I saw you reeling in a parking lot,
I, I saw you rallying round a parking lot,
Line up for the comfort and kick it on the bumper,
Know (no?) there is no leeway
you're standing on the freeway in love,
Motion, you were destined for the paupers grave.

Architecture students are like virgins
with an itch they cannot scratch,
Never build a building till you're 50
what kind of life is that?

Stalled out on an escalator
wishing which way to return up or down,
My Palestinian nephew got his face blown off
in a dusty craft.


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Spiral: I want to say:
SM: It's my second hand wonder,
a thing that recovers the doubt
Spiral: Slim door,
Mark: Like a rainstorm, you've got to do
what you want and say it
SM: It's of my design assembled at the cut
Spiral: Slim door,
SM: It's all right to shake, to fight, to feel
Mark: You go down, down, down, down
Spiral: Slim door,
SM: It's all right to shake, to fight, to feel
Mark: You go down, down, down, down

SM: Harness your hopes to the folks
with the liquor with the ropes,
Red, red ropes, periscopes
They've got everything will ever need
stored under the chair

Simmer, simmer, simmer down
Simmer, simmer, simmer down
Don't waste your precious breath
explaining that you are worthwhile

Simmer, simmer, simmer down
Simmer, simmer, simmer down
Be patient and I'll let you see my
Carrot rope, feed my thrill,
I got beat by weather
Carrot rope, feed my thrill,
I got beat by weather
Carrot rope, feed my thrill,
It's time to get me off of the ground,
The wicket keeper is down
(the wicked keep us down?)

SM: Hey little boy, would you like to know
what's in my pocket or not
It's no ploy, it's no gimmick,
It's the chance of a lifetime to see
something that's never seen by mere mortals
Mark: Except me
Spiral:And myself
SM: And sweet I, so what do you say?
Would you like to play 20 questions with me?
SM: A little, little Christian lie,
A little, little Christian lie
Debating if it's time
to drop the bomb on you, my dear
A little, little Christian lie,
A little, little Christian lie
Let's get down to brass tacks and start it
A carrot rope, feed my thrill,
I got beat by weather
A carrot rope, feed my thrill,
I got beat by weather
Carrot rope, feed my thrill
It's time to get me off of the grounds
The wicket keeper is down,
The wicked keeper is down
And he gets me off of the grounds

Spiral:Leg

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