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OK kids, this part of the site is desperately in need of help. For now I only have the lyrics from the album Find Your Home up, but I am frantically working on the other albums. Problem is, I am notoriously bad at deciphering lyrics...so my interpretations are more than likely going to be inaccurate. If you've got a good ear, or even if you don't, give it a shot, type up the lyrics to some songs, and e-mail them to me!! Your efforts will not go unrecognized and would be VERY greatly appreciated! Alright, here we go...

Find Your Home
Vue
The Death of a Girl EP

Hitchhiking

Pictures of Me

Falling Through a Window

People on the Stairs

We've Already Got Our Minds Made Up For You

You Can Take Her Now

Do You Think Of Him Still

Mrs. Fletcher's Blues

Child For You

Find Your Home

White Traffic

Girl

The Shame

Nothing Left But You

Angel's Alright

We Were Here

Cotton Kisses

Her Moods

I'm Everybody's Funny

Talk to a Model

Madame Whore

Child For You

Hush Your Head

Death of a Girl

Young Soul

Voyeurs


 

Hitchhiking

Statue of a boy now waiting for a ride
Statue of boy now waiting for a light
I see it I see it, love
See it. See it coming at me now
(Oh Lord) gonna get inside
Then I know I'll be so warm
Maybe this one will take our lives
Or it'll bring [take] me to her door (x2)
Statue of a boy now waiting for a ride
I'm just out here waiting on a light
I know she's in that bed
So still she could be dead
With the TV by her side
Singing all those sweet songs of sleep

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Pictures of Me

I want to step on your hands and cut the rope
And the twine tangled up on your mind, love

On the outside on the hillside

We can play with the paste all nite
Photos of myself
Only of myself (x2)

Oh, and it helps 'cause I know what I want
and it helps 'cause I know I want

Come with me and we can jump up there love
Well, I'll be jumping on the flower beds
On the outside on the hillside we can play with the paste all nite

Photos of myself only of myself
And it helps 'cause I know what I want
Well we talked about you and we've heard about you in the hearts of the magazines

All the soft frank glances of the waiting world they're gonna dream about me
Oh, and it helps 'cause I know what I want and it helps 'cause I know I want
Well, it helps me love and it can help you too
Oh we're gonna help you decorate your room
and it helps with photos of myself

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Falling Through a Window

 

Oh your mouth's so warm
it don't taste so sweet
Love your mouth's so warm
you donŐt taste so sweet
and I'll hold you so close
you cant even see
Looking out, lord, at the peoplein their winter clothes
Maybe you can catch an eye, maybe you can go
and it seems, love, that you are slipping through the glass of a window pane

Are you gonna go out there now?
Out there all alone?
And if you make it out there...and if you make it outÉ
I'll be making out with everything I see
And those lips will be cool
And those mouths they will be sweet
Are you gonna go out there now? Out there all alone?
Hoooh!

Will you remember? Will you remember this? 'Cause I know I'll remember

Whisper in the summer's ear (me and you)
And everybody's arms are open all anew
But if you're falling through a window pane
Well, I'm falling right after you
Right after..

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People on the Stairs

 

I've seen the people on the stairs
I wanna go back there love
Smile 'cause it makes me feel just like a boy
I wanna go back there
The horrors of love
The horrors of a woman
I gotta feel like something
Gotta be choked by some beautiful hands
Beautiful nickel jewelry lord
All around all around All around all around yeah
Well take me back now to the horrors of a woman
Take me back now to the horrors of love
I never look at her because I want to go home
She makes me feel so strong and I want to go back
Right now right now
Oh the people on the stairs they all laugh at you
I said take me back now to the horrors of a woman
Take me back now to the horrors of love
She says there's people on the stairs now
They came to dance in your flat
They ain't going home until it's just past the dawn
I want to go back there
The horrors of love
The horrors of woman
Well take me now to the horrors of a woman
Take me back now to the horrors of love
I never look at her because I want to go home
She makes me feel so strong and I want to go back
Right now right now
Oh the people on the stairs they all laugh at you
I said take me back now to the horrors of a woman
Take me back now to the horrors of love

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We've Already Got Our Minds Made Up For You

Oh you know shes been nothing since you've gone
Your little raven's had it hard since you've gone
And now you've walked so far on your own
Oh but you never thought now that it could take so long so long
Now we've waited here love oh we've waited here
oh we've waited for your each and every last word
Oh but you never..

Hey now (love) No one is ever look at you here
No no no. No one is even gonna look at you
Oh 'cause you see now
We've already got our minds made up
Aw, for you You think everyone's gone anemic over you
And that you could feed us all with your little spoon
Oh but she's really been nothing now since you've gone

Oh well, nothing but happy, that is
Oh nothing but happy now

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You Can Take Her Now

Wont you please slow down? Wont you please slow down?
And the water came so slowly
I guess we diden't hear
And I took her (x 3)
Well I took her took her took her hey hey
They don't love you for the little things
Though its easier just to say alright now
Not again will I ever see you standing there all the while
I took her, oh love well I took her down
I took her for myself
But you can take her now
And I took her (x 3)
Well I took her took her took her hey hey
They donŐt love you for the little things
Though its easier just to say alright now
Not again will I ever see you standing there all the while
I took her, oh love well I took her down
I took her for myself
But you can take her now
I took her
Well I took her..
I took her for myself
But you can take her now
You can take her
You can take her now, uh huh

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Do You Think of Him Still?

Feel better now maybe when the mirrorŐs gone
Feel better now maybe when the morning is over
Do you think of him still?
Well, I wonder do you think of him often?
Yeah I think of him still now
Well, I think of it mostly in the morning
Meet the green on the ground
You're the smoke in the room
And we shudder at the contrast of others
When you're writing the scenes
That you live in your dreams
Now your new life you said it was boring
Feel better now when the mirror's gone
Feel better maybe when the morning is over
Do you think of him still?
Well, I wonder, do you think of him often?
Yeah I think of him still
Can I stop just to nip at your ear?

Well you're finding your heart
In the back of a car
A cartoon not depicting the future
And I wait in the eaves
For you to drop to your knees
It's the wheeze in your breath I can hear

Feel better now (maybe) when the mirror's gone
Feel better maybe when the morning is over (x3)
Look over now
Let me know that you think of him still

Oh, just a little bit

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Child For You

Memory and the way you move
Before you turn your head, love,
I know it's you
I'm a child for you and you're music for me
And we park my car by the cypress tree
Then I'll pull your hair
Heads all waggin' but I'll never go
And I'm sifting through the ashes just to be with you
My love my love my love
In the sea of faces I will wade for you
You lay beside me and my hand in you
I will wear your cloths or be a child for you
Love, you know I'll be a child for you
Then I'll pull your hair
Heads all waggin' but I'll never go
And I'm, sifting through the ashes just to be with you
My love my love my love

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Find Your Home

Have you seen the red girl
On the way to your home?
On the way to your home
On the way to your home
Did you give her the book ?
Wipe the paint from her eye?
And her hands are cold now to me
I thought the paint was dry

We were just on the bus for the fun
And we shouldn't be late
And all the children speak to me now
And I just can't wait

I said hey hey hey now love
Find your home
Oh, now love find your home
Oh love wont you find your home

hey hey

Did you see the red girl,
On the way to your home?
On the way to your home
'Cause I don't think that you're home

We were just on the bus for the fun
And we shouldn't be late
And all the children speak to me now
And I just can't wait
I said hey hey hey now love
Find your home
Oh now love find your home
Oh love wont you find your home

Hey hey... Oh now lover won't you find your home. . .Well I don't think that you're home (x2) Hey hey

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White Traffic

Traffic white traffic
Under your desk we all ride
Traffic white traffic
Under your desk we all ride
(cool)

Love you know I got my hand in you
Well it makes you shake and breathe so cool
Traffic white traffic
Under your desk we all ride
Traffic white traffic
Under your desk we all ride

(cool)

It's kinda hard to breathe when you're down there
Images of you in your office wear
My fingers creep above the hem line
We can take it off now 'cause we got time
And you feel like you're gonna die
That's ok 'cause it turns you on
Traffic white traffic. . .

Love you know I got a hand in you and
Makes you shake and makes you breathe so cool
Love it's cool

We can hide there naked through the door way
And you hunt me down on the stairwell
And then you push and shove and choke me down
Woman, take your love out on the ground

And you feel like you're gonna die
But that's ok, 'cause it turns you on, turns you on

Love I can't stop it when I turn you on

Traffic white traffic. . .

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Girl

Ah

Oh girl, turn me on. Oh girl, oh turn me on. You know what to do.Oh girl, touch me soft. Oh, girl. Oh touch me girl, oh touch me girl, oh touch...touch me girl. Oh, girl. Oh, girl. Oh, girl. Oh girl, touch me soft. Oh girl, you know what to do. Oh girl (touch me soft). Oh girl, oh girl. Oh girl. Oh touch me, girl. Oh you wanna touch me girl... Oh wanna touch me. Touch me girl. Oh you really wanna touch me girl. Girl, touch me girl. Touch me girl. Oh girl, oh girl. . .

Spoken: that's good.

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The Shame

Hey, make me laugh. As we wander through. . .past a passenger. Cheat the night with a cynical lies.
They watch you, watch you. Electrical they pray. Waiting for that day.
Good evening mentions on the last day of living, oh.
Hey, it's a holiday. The sifts(?) are playing in the street. And my fingers in your muscle wall and you look at me, you're looking at me.

That's right. Falling down with you. That's right, falling down with you.
Love before, fingers flirting with pictures of you. Morning rolls, mirror pulls with the bad habits of the younger years.
Watch you, watch you. Lock you in your room. Waiting on a train. The first congregation of Wall Street woman.
That's right, falling down with you (x4).

I told you how the first I'd heard. The second night was worse than the first.
And we screw our faces up in the day. Mercy, kiss the shame away.

Hey mercy, kiss the shame away (x5). That's right, falling down with you (x4)

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