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Guided By Voices - Delicious Pie and
Thank You For Calling
Thanks to Judson Picco!!!!
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-know
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-feel
When I’m alone I feel alone yeah all alone hey I’m alone
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-know
It’s fine I’ll be alone
I’m moving on the ground
It’s hard for me to tell
But maybe this is hell
Back to Saturn X
You’re never too old for ethyl!
So many things to do
So many sights to see
A perfect place for you
But I’m not sure ‘bout me
Back to Saturn X
Bobby, hey Bobby, you know who this is? Hey, Bobby….Try’n see ya, wanna see ya, we’ll see Q too….Are you there?….Answer the phone….Answer the phone….Do it now, right now….Hey Bobby…Summertime….
Baby girl, how can it be, got kicked out of school did she go see
Danced a bit, smashed a bottle, ??? but she’s not comin’ home
Stay together, stay apart, cuz fatherhoods a thankless art
Taking pills and alcohol, you can hear fists bangin on the wall at the home
H-O-M-E
Try real hard to be special cuz you’re something and you try so hard to be special
You feel new cuz you’re new cuz that’s what happens when you think like you
Hide a straw ??? and know it cuz you knew it
Before she or he or me or you or them and us and them and you and knowin it
And showin it cuz yer blowin it very gradually, very sadually cuz we want it
And we grab it but its slipping away from it
Through four of us, who’s the sign? Better left alone
Postals for everyone, hold your ground, tote that gun
Hankered down but free to choose, take a chance, win or lose
Organized chaos, it’s a mess, we know where everything is
We’re so lucky to be just bored, faces in the crowd, patients in the ward
Close your eyes, make it real, exercise the way you feel
Not in a million laughs, this is for you
Look between photographs, nothing is true
Google meetings of the minds, many make us smile
Miracle cure for the pain, badges and flags to keep us sane
In the time it will take for the cradle not to break or fall
Perhaps we were swinging, it’s true
I’m glad if it’s something for you…Not me
This is something for a boy to speak
This is something for you to think about
Don’t have to fret, don’t have to work, don’t have to think, don’t have to
This is something for a child to like
This something for us all to wander through the boundaries
In your head
To think that you won’t be coming back alone
That’s what you said
This is something for a man to dream
This is something for a girl to keep
Don’t have to work, don’t have to wait, don’t have to touch, don’t have to
Wander through the boundaries
In your head
To think that you won’t be coming back alone
That’s what you said
C’mon, that’s what you said, c’mon…..
Mother, mother, it’s just not fair
We were so close to death
When the snakes were at your breast
We almost took a pledge
We were seven strokes from the cliffs of heaven’s edge
Mighty pillars of shaky dirt
Conceived and planned in an office
We had the power to break the spell
We had the knowledge, we just couldn’t tell, oh
Mother, mother it’s just not fair
We were so close to death
When the snakes were at your breast
We almost took a pledge
We were seven strokes from the cliffs of heaven’s edge
You want to know practical answers
Learn something old every day
Wish hard and hope that the dead walk the cave
Like fossil fuel in the wheelchair relays
Mother, mother it’s just not fair
We were so close to death
When the snakes were at your breast
We almost took a pledge
We were seven strokes from the cliffs of heaven’s edge
(This is a tough one that’d be great if I could sing along….)
OK, everybody
If you can take that sign
And plant it in that yard
You can probably can overcome your fears
Community of leers
Another house on fire
And please present solutions to real peers
Fire ‘em up, now!
Because you’re working to be
Another ???? to me
And don’t forget to catch the ???? in ice
Spread the happy face all over the place
And the bigger and the bigger and the bigger and the bigger
???? age is gonna leave the beer in ice
Fire ‘em up, now!
Fire ‘em up, it’s Abner, let’s echo now!
Fire ‘em up for rainy, tall, and proud
And what it was, and what it was is what is true
And what I see and what it is is not for you
In all the world there is no finer place
As such the dream up here is falling
I’ll keep it close until the pattern breaks
And when it breaks the dream is over
The kind of thing that makes me sing
And here he gets quite apparent and not ????
The time to live and pull out stitches as we go
In all the world there is no finer place
As such the dream up here is falling
I’ll keep it close until the pattern breaks
And when it breaks the dream is over
The kind of thing that makes me sing
Senseless child, see you now
Still worth nothing
Never stop til it stops
Rise and shine, fall in line
Still worth nothing
That we know seems to show
See him walking around
It’s a known fact that the only thing he knows is this
Hear him talking so loud
It’s a rough world, let him find out for himself, he’ll see
Speed up, slow down
Go all around in the end
Came to see, don’t even leave
Still worth nothing
After all some must fall
See him walking around
It’s a known fact that the only thing he knows is this
Hear him talking so loud
It’s a rough world, let him find out for himself, he’ll see
Speed up, slow down
Go all around in the end
Not enough seasons in the sun
Not enough notches on one gun
Thinking of ways to bring you down
Plucking the jewels from the crown
Enter and exit as we please
Wink of an eye and we become free
Live with the promises we sold
Believe every story we’ve been told
Such a shame, ??? and sad
Never too breathe, never have
Every scab is breaking up to bleed
Every leech is taking what it needs
All of the judgements gone without a trace
All of the cards are falling back in place
You’ll have what you want
You’ll go where you want to go
You’ll say what you mean
Try to hear the endless ?????????
Angels of the barrell collect our bones
Monstrous gossip creeping to the crew
Feed the nursery dear the bloodstained bib
And have what you want
And go where you need to go
And say what you feel
It is divine, my child and it only lasts a second
And it will hide yourself, so get inside yourself
And you can wrap yourself into a ball and roll yourself away
And you’ll get wild, and you’ll get wild
Drown your ???? tears and let it go
And though you’ve waited years, it’s sad to know
Confidence is often not instilled
Die to live your world creation skill
So take what you want
And go where you have to go
And say what you must
It is divine, my child and it only lasts a second
So get behind yourself, so get inside yourself
And you can wrap yourself into a ball and roll yourself away
And we sound so very self-assured but we don’t know what to say
So let’s get wild, yeah you’ll get wild
Garden spirits, is there danger?
Memorial gemstones in the hot woods
In the hurled words splashing, spitting, crashing, shitting
Idiot pictures of black-eyed cruisers
Who test the chemical waters
The smoke with moon and artificial sun
And this is how we have fun
They, they, they, they, they
I Invented the Moonwalk (And The Pencil Sharpener)
When I offer them over is it best not to paint on a page of our shadow-life?
Come lonely
I invented the moonwalk, I discovered the saints
And that the saints are misgiven
Quite homely
Who knows when one of them will call?
We know without them we are small
Without them we go through withdrawl
And hear the talking through the wall
Without them we’re not brave at all
When we offer you over come lonely
Fly into ashes, oh hoh
They will polish you bright blue wherever you go
They’re ashes of truth
They’ll bring knowledge unto you wherever you know
Unofficial study guides will help you when you’re ready, boy!
Superficial lacerations, they won’t hurt you
Exert you into growing out
Fly into ashes, oh hoh
They will follow you onto wherever you flow
To ashes so slow that the knowledge you acquire will help you
Seedlings now are clawing gold, they need something reverent and bold
Holding out for the heavens to unfold
Unofficial study guides will help you when you’re ready, boy!
Superficial lacerations, they won’t hurt you
Exert you into growing out
Seedlings now are clawing gold, they need something reverent and bold
Holding out for the heavens to unfold
A piston pumps its pulling shafts around me
In the various vaults of convenience
Where I cry, where I cry, where I cry
Should you happen to collapse down in brainville
Aloof with Faustian travellers and next-in-jails
Where I cry, where I cry, where I cry
Walk roads out to the blue sky
Sticks bow up and down these eyes
Leaving good men slaughtered on the fields
Breaking off stalks that bring no yield
Where I cry, where I cry
Trashed aircraft, baby
She’s got a mouth too babe we got a mouth feast
Trashed aircraft, baby
Should’ve got a mouth piece, yeah
She’s coming down like a brick, shit be on my home
One of these days, get a cool girl, shaking my head and my brain now baby
Took my brain where everything grows, beautify breaking from my brain now baby
Trashed aircraft, baby
She’s got a mouth too babe we got a mouth feast
Trashed aircraft, baby
Should’ve got a mouth piece, yeah
One of these days, get a cool girl, shaking my head and my brain now baby
Took my brain where everything grows, little bombs breaking from my brain now baby
Last scarecrow last you forever even the way you went through the weather
Store it, ignore it, it will serve you in your time of need
Trashed aircraft!
Generous samples rising in me and in heaven
Doesn’t pretend she even cares, things change and leaven
She’s running off with the fun city girls
She’s running off with the fun city girls
She threw away a treasure chest of nice tomorrows
And anyway it’s such a thrill to loosen
Every tightened trinket, impossible to think what makes it go
Doesn’t acknowledge ever knowing prescription savior
Shunning advice and clearly showing odd behavior
She’s running off with the fun city girls
She’s running off with the fun city girls
She threw away a treasure chest of nice tomorrows
And anyway it’s such a thrill to loosen
Every tightened trinket, impossible to think what makes it home
Alright this first song’s called Bulldog Skin
Played the part, played to start, and made a table out of clay
Placed my hand upon the friends and waited for a cheap display
Played around and heard the sound of certain trouble on the way
I’ve got bulldog skin
I took a car, I drove it far, I dug the quality of steel
I crashed my nerve, I made it swerve, I made it back, was no big deal
I tasted blood, a date with scud, and now I don’t know how to feel
Cuz I’ve got bulldog skin
Kickass part, with a lead
I’ve got bulldog skin
Makes good sense to me, proud men wear it only
Brings good company, and how am I so lonely?
So run away the sun is outside of a world at play
Awaiting the solid gold display
Mysterious engines run to keep the dream from ending
Cloak obscures the gun to keep what’s worth defending
The best of days, the ones to remember, are crumbling now
And vandals come for rummage
The portable trends in anxiety, especially the ones that make you roam
A portable men’s society, now I mention, now I mention these things
Lead, wild lead in this midsection
The ??? of days, the ones to remember, are crumbling now
And vandals come for rummage…
The portable trends in anxiety, especially the ones that make you roam
A portable men’s society, now I mention, now I mention these things
Hey, in the cheek, she rattled my mind
We sat out all night and got happy this time
She fills empty space, kinda need it that way
Crybaby says lie to me
Can’t imagine that all out troubles will go away
But I could catch her and break the falls
I could scratch her with beaks and claws
Today when every fake-it decides to make it, they just can’t take it away
Shove it cuz I’ll just stay, like an ugly unwanted stray, don’t care what you say
Alright this next song is an apology to the crickets
Find deep within your memory coat a cricket that you ate from
It’s sweet, smiling apology, acceptance awaits you, don’t be afraid to cherish it
Look it up in the bookmobile, look it up in the gun rack
And the magazine rack or the map, yeah, the map
For it is only after the fence comes down that the cultural bubble explodes
And the new party begins, invitation only, it’s still in a senator’s suitcase
Let them out and dance for the ant god, like scary monsters who pounce upon command
Upon the man, the man called aerodynamics.
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