Faking the Thousand Mile Stare
by Catgut
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People at the party
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Spiders
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Inglorious Bastards
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The Romantic Ending
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released 01 December 2008
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- Track Name: The Lorry and The Bicycle
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The traffic jam slows, the tiers go cold,
nobody saw where the bicycle went,
under the lorry, under its load,
teeth, bones, circle of cones.
Shiver my timbers and rattle my bones, (la, etc),
all heaven is is a circle of cones, (la, etc).
When I was five my kidneys gave up,
my piss went dark as it filled the cup,
but I never knew nothing of mortality
'til and accident happened, as accidents do.
Shiver my timbers and rattle my bones, (la, etc),
all heaven is is a circle of cones, (la, etc).
When I am old, it'd be nice to be told,
the alchemy worked, a cure has been found,
the metal is gold, the hole in the ground
can be sold to the next man. that would be nice.
Shiver my timbers and rattle my bones, (la, etc),
all heaven is is a circle of cones, (la, etc). - Track Name: People at the party
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People at the party, playing with their noses,
spinning around and round, ring-a-ring-a-roses,
a pocket full of posies, a-tissue-tissue, I miss you
at times like this.
No need to be glum though, we are at a party,
we are having fun, no doubt about it, that's the spirit,
dum-dubba-da-da-dum-dum, goes the drum,
we are having fun, no doubt about it, that's the spirit,
speed and spirits, just like the good old days. - Track Name: (fuck Freud) Let's Smoke Cigars
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Nobody know who drunk the wine,
how all of the time went by so soon,
the women all swoon when fluid flows
down over my lips and stains my clothes,
I'm gonna go far, just you see,
here's lookin' at me, kid, let's smoke cigars,
silver men on the moon and flying cars,
the world's ours for the raping, fetch me my tools
and in the end I'll be Tony Montana
and the bullets fly for me
but I don't feel them and I
smile in the face of death, there's nobody left now
at the bar, I'm gonna go far, just you see,
here's lookin' at me, kid, let's smoke cigars
and in the end I'll be Tony Montana
and the bullets fly for me
but I don't feel them and I smile. - Track Name: Spiders
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I never go in the bathroom, cause it breaths like it knows who it is.
I never play with the neighbourhood kids, cause they bread and they multiply.
Everyone dies on the way to their wedding. Spiders are more scared of you.
That isn’t true, that is a lie, I’m terrified, more terrified than they are of me.
And I don’t know how to tie my own
Shoelaces. I don’t even try.
All the other boys in the ice-cream shop take a lollipop off of the man.
I never do, it makes my hand go sticky and my lips go blue.
I never put up my hand in my class, cause the last time I got something wrong.
I never talk to any girls, I’m terrified, more terrified than they are of me.
And I don’t know how to tie my own
Shoelaces. I don’t even try. - Track Name: Inglorious Bastards
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Bomb by bomb, all amphetamine goes. The ghost, he knows no end.
Friend and foe come to bitter, bitter blows. The tits-up knows no end.
And we spend all the money on blow, even though we both know how violent we
Both go on the end of a note. True troubadour cut-throats, two real shits.
Quit or double? It’s like a bubble in the heart. The dregs depart we stay.
Come what may, we can say we were there. We’ll share the thousand-mile stare.
God’s own truth, so long in the tooth. I’m gonna be twenty-two next month.
Oh what joy, two girls and a boy! I never got close but that’s okay.
My soul ripples into the ashtray, the way it used to do.
This one’s for you, that’s what we say when we suck, but it’s all luck, it’s all luck.
Please don’t go, I shouldn’t have to ask, inglorious bastards that we are.
And we blow all the money on snow. True troubadour cut-throats, two real shits. - Track Name: Faking the Thousand Mile Stare
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My leather chair doesn't exist, it's on my list though,
when I am grown, when i am rich, when I'm a hero,
when I am face down in a ditch clutching my ego,
when I am sick of whatever bitch mistook me for my throne.
I got my fee though, got my leather chair,
let's look at me go, in my leather chair,
gold watch and speedos in my leather chair,
I love the feeling it gives me inside.
I stood for hours over the sink, trying to think of
every rape, napalm and dink, trying to perfect my
thousand mile star, dare not to blink, women will think you carry a weight, they love to take, they love to fix you.
I got my fee though, got my leather chair,
let's look at me go, in my leather chair,
gold watch and speedos in my leather chair,
I love the feeling it gives me inside.
(romantic humming) - Track Name: The Romantic Ending
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When I fall in love with you ring the bell, I'll go to hell,
in a mean old boat, mean old swell, no boys allowed,
you the mustardcloud, me the shellsuit, toot-sweet-hell,
boy just spit it out, might as well, love you.
Will he, won't he, do he don't he, you below me, you above me, only lonely fools begrudge me, Rosey knows she used to own me.
