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Throwing Muses Album



1987
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This is my house, roll out the red carpet
Doghead in the window
Never was a little girl
Have wine, I can't drink yet
Day pianos I can't afford
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Garoux des larmes
Des filles
Filles des larmes
Délire des larmes
Des joues
Larmes des joues
Run, run, mama, mama
Drink until you drop
Die until it stops
Volée des cloches
Vouez, vomir, volez
Vive violemment
Vous, voie, vieillard voûté
I look down on
And all of a sudden realise
That I had on a shirt
That said take me for granted
And they did and did
I put him on
I get it, I take it
So I were guilty
Might be for a long time
If I wore
(?)
(Garoux des larmes, des filles, filles des larmes
Délire des larmes, des joues, larmes des joues)
And they say 'Watch'
This is my house, roll out the red carpet
Hoghead on a ragdoll
Never was a little girl
Run, run, mama, mama
Drink until you drop
Die until it stops
Volez, voyon
Vide, vive et germe
Voilé, vierge
Vil, vire, vitré

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I called you
I told you
I guess I always wanted you
Is that stupid?
I'm so untrue and that's too bad
I can't stand
I found a little squirrel
A little dead
A little head
A little fist
Why did I think of you
Ive always wondered what he said
And what he meant
And that's too bad

You can't see pools in eyes
You can't see pools in eyes
You can't see pools in eyes
You can't see squirrels
You can't see pools in eyes
You can't see pools in eyes
You can't see squirrels/swirls? in your poison

I'm here again
I'm alone again, I'm talking again
And wanting
I saw the gimp girl today, she's walking in between you
She walks circles
Spins around you
She lives on looks
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, no-oh-oh...

Where are your legs?
Where are your legs?
I'll always wonder what she meant and
That's too bad

He's a statue and she is broken
She's so broken again
He's a statue, they say she broke him
She's so broken all out again

You can't see pools in eyes
You can't see pools in eyes
You can't see me in your poison

I thought this hardness was a shell
It's a hard, hard
Hard core

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I never could see anyone besides you
believe it or not (probably not)
a feeling
sight scent sense sound touch taste you
one time sight mind touch you
a feeling

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It's like atomic theory
Don't leave me when the train comes
Or when we die, don't leave me in another life
It's like atomic day

If you bring me to the light, I can't twist the day
If you overrate me, I won't talk
If you chain me, chain me, I can't walk
If you walk me I'll move
Oh-oh-oh...

Can't we go away?
You may bring me to another time
The school closed its doors
I caught three stars and grilled them
Pack the jury full of water
Only if they haul her off
She lives on tv, soap and water

She caught three stars and carried them home
In her doghouse, she does it sideways
She goes back to her jewel thief
She does it backwards, I don't know her

I live on soap and water
I want a clean me
I want a washed hand
I wanna know my feet
My skin is unwashed
My skin is unwashed
Oh-oh-oh...

I caught a star though

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So it's cowboys in flying colors riding home
Leave my tears alone, it's too funny
Ah-ah-ahhh...

It's me and she spilling jewels and collarbones gray
(waste of time now I don't want cold, lonely)
Side by side little? down the road
And a she-wolf, my face one more square
Don't be afraid, it's my road
Once more alone

I can see them riding over the hills
Cowboy hats are back in,
This is the future (and this is your future) after the war
And I don't eat anymore

It's me and she spilling jewels and collarbones gray
(Frank Lloyd Wright, try to sleep under a dome under the sky)

Side by side they go down the road
It's my road, once more alone

As a warm gun thanking her
She makes me dangerous
Blood on our teeth

Ready?

. . .


you cage, you cage
you can sleep me down
once called from above, I sport your love
I spurn your hotel
I wear your hotel
so you own ugly hats, you wear them well
I wish the mood wouldn't hang so low
hang over home, hang so

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The cut
That kills the knife
'Til it breaks
Spitting shells
Their eyes were locked
And their hearts were open
And in love, we couldn't breathe
In love, they couldn't say the word
(Aaaah)

In love, we couldn't breathe
In love, they couldn't breathe a word

He crawls along the battlefields
The sky spitting shells
That heart is on the ground
Fate shits in his face
That cut
That kills the knife
Forcing it
'Til it breaks
Horses our heart
Can't replace
Horses are heartbreak

She loves him
She loves him
She needs her soul, soul soldier.
Soul soldier

She loves him (he's all she needs)
She loves him (he's all she needs)
She needs her soul, soul soldier
Soul soldier

And I will run to heaven, not you
damn you, God damn you

And I will run to heaven, not you
damn you, God damn you

She loves him (he's all she needs)
She loves him (he's all she needs)
She needs her soul, soul soldier
Soul soldier

And I will run to heaven, not you
(She loves him)
damn you, God damn you

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