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Just

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 07:06:49 +0000

Can’t get the stink off
He’s been hanging round for days
Comes like a comet
Suckered you but not your friends
One day he’ll get to you
And teach you how to be a holy cow

You do it to yourself, you do
And that’s what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself

Don’t get my sympathy
Hanging out the 15th floor
You’ve changed the locks three times
He still comes reeling through the door
One day I’ll get you
And teach you how to get to purest hell

You do it to yourself, you do
And that’s what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you, you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself

Bones

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 07:05:06 +0000

I don’t want to be crippled and cracked
Shoulders, wrists, knees and back
Ground to dust and ash
Crawling on all fours

When you’ve got to feel it in your bones
When you’ve got to feel it in your bones

Now I can’t climb the stairs
Pieces missing everywhere
Prozac painkillers

When you’ve got to feel it in your bones
When you’ve got to feel it in your bones

And I used to fly like Peter Pan
All the children flew when I touched their hands

When you’ve got to feel it in your bones
When you’ve got to feel it in your bones

Planet Telex

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 07:02:09 +0000

You can force it but it will not come
You can taste it but it will not form
You can crush it but it’s always here
You can crush it but it’s always near
Chasing you home, saying

“Everything is broken.
Everyone is broken.”

You can force it but it will stay stone
You can crush it as dry as a bone
You can walk it home straight from school
You can kiss it, you can break all the rules
All of the rules, but still

Everything is broken
Everyone is broken
Everyone is, everyone is broken
Everyone is, everything is broken

Why can’t you forget?
Why can’t we forget?
Why can’t you forget?

Anyone Can Play Guitar

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 06:52:21 +0000

Destiny, destiny
Protect me from the world
Destiny, hold my hand
Protect me from the world

Here we are with our running and confusion
And I don’t see no confusion anywhere

And if the world does turn
And if London burns
I’ll be standing on the beach
With my guitar

I want to be in a band
When I get to heaven
And anyone can play guitar
And they won’t be a nothing anymore

Grow my hair, grow my hair
I am Jim Morrison
Grow my hair, I wanna be,
Wanna be, wanna be Jim Morrison

Here we are with our running and confusion
And I don’t see no confusion anywhere

And if the world does turn
And if London burns
I’ll be standing on the beach
With my guitar

I want to be in a band
When I get to heaven
And anyone can play guitar
And they won’t be a nothing anymore