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Throwing Muses Album


The Real Ramona (1991)
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Counting backwards I count you in
I don't remember him
I don't remember
In time I rope you in again
I try and turn you back through him
I built a tower in my bones
I spill the mortar through my home
Don't let your heartbeat beat keep you safe
No telling what keeps me awake
One hundred fingerprints I hear
A hundred linger in my ear
Measure fortune killing time

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Him dancing
Him rolling on the ground
Him moaning "I can't help myself"
You be the cooker
I can't see no difference in me
You be the driver
I can't see no difference in me
I'll be the runner
You can love me anyway

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This date
This war criminal is
This date is brutal, it
It wants red, so I got red shoes
'Cause red becomes you
This red becomes you
Eyes closed
You close them in the dark, huh ?
What do you think you can't see ?
You want red, so I got red shoes
'Cause red becomes you
This red becomes you
This dance
This war criminal is
This dance is brutal, it
It wants red
So I got red shoes
'Cause red becomes you
I become you

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I see the sun rise over this wall,
I watch it break and slide, See my name
See my name on the wall
I tried to walk on this wall
It fell right under my feet, Now I only lean
Only lean on the wall
I throw an egg at this wall
I watch it break and slide, See my name
See my name on the wall

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Well you gotta see this, Golden thing
You golden thing,
And when you get there better kiss me
Garbage piled up to the ceiling
Ashtrays shaped like asses
All this money and a golden thing
You golden thing, Hell, I got
Horseheads that I dance around in
In coked up anorexics
Got a tree and this golden thing
You golden thing, Hell, I got

Well you gotta see this, Golden thing
You golden thing,
And when you get there better kiss me

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That last one messed me up
Things look bad
Things look tragic
I keep looking in the mirror
Afraid that I won't be there
Courting Ellen West, dancing on her grave
Saving Ellen West
My house is full of demons
I swear to God, I need to go to bed
I need to go to sleep
I'm awake with a vengeance
Saving Ellen West 'cause she wanted it
This way
My mouth is full of demos
I swear to God I need to go to bed
I need to go to sleep
I need that hope chest
I need to breathe, I need you here
I need to disappear

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Dylan

[No lyrics]

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Certain things I love, Spend my time
I guess I'll have to unhook those hooks
This woman literally
Felt she had a hook in her head
Rip it up Live it down
Make it big Keep it clean
Shake it off
Take him home Take it off
Do him good Keep it up
Shake it off
He's a fucking drag, But if you don't then you watch him go
If you can you see it home, You be strong
And when you die it's a shame
But you old life stays the same
She has a hook in her head
I saw this lady close her eyes
The bottle slipped between her fingers
And slid along the aisle
If I were a man I'd have a gun, But I'm so bone tired
I'm so bone tired, I'm old...
I watch the snow make slow time
I watch the snow cover up the bottle
So I can slip between
I will read the label from underneath
I wear the circle in my sleep

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She colourblind tired eyes
Her hallway aching
She'll never move him - likes it that way
He's just a walker and he'll never stop walking away
It's not too soon he said
It's not too soon at all
You might as well be dead he said
If you're afraid to fall
I said -
I know her
She said -
Why do you stare so hard
Wrapped up like a doll in bad dreams and broken arms
Make these old bones shiver
It's not too soon he said
It's not too soon at all
You might as well be dead he said
If you're afraid to fall
I said -
I know her
The last time I saw you,
You were standing in the dark
And with a freezing face,
I watched you fall apart
It's not too soon he said
It's not too soon at all
You might as well be dead he said
If you're afraid to fall
I said,
done your time
been in your place
I couldn't look you in the face
and tell you that it turns me on
it makes my stomach turn
I know her

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My best friend knows this old guy who
Who keeps a picture in his shoe
He takes it out after a spell
Says - s e e
Shouldn't stare that way so long baby...
Stare holes into the walls
My dress hangs here for you to wear out
I walked in beauty too, till I met you
Here hangs this chain
This thing this old girl keeps
We got it easy
So why do you stare that way so long
Stare holes into the walls
We're all honey
Dripping through the honey chain
And lay our lives down
Down and pretty
In the honey chain
Please don't stare that way so hard baby...
Stare holes

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Say goodbye
Kick her legs, kick her down
Say goodbye
Kick her legs, kick her down

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Two step, Behind the rest, One fingertip too long
A hole, A hole in the box they carry, Pours sugar in the road
Pours dimes in diamond jim,
Two months to fill him in A hole...

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