10-mar-2008
  Mart/Art Lyrics
Hollow Bodies, Sir

Structures, they were built to fall
Or how would you prove they are not?
Hollow bodies sir, they’ll come and get you there
Their fingers on the door knob!

Whatever is whatever else, whenever in a time space
Whatever is whatever more
Whatever would be worth as a refuge

Structures, they were built to fall
Hollow bodies sir, primates wannabes
Their fingers on the door knob!

Whatever is whatever else
Whenever in a time space
Whatever is whatever more
Whatever would be worth as a refuge
Whatever town, whatever time
Whatever in a lifetime
Forever never anywhere
Often rarely sometimes always

Maybe

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Backbone & Trapdoors

I am a half and you’re the half of a half
And if we share our past we could make a life of it
Still there’s a quarter that wouldn’t be filled
It matters nothing if we pay no attention
Ambition covering teeth
Starting now the vaguest of dreams
Some vacuous pander spring
Overweight desire
You say: Punk not diet
I’d rather choose an end of the line
Not to risk stepping over my own line
I ran outside from the front side
And in a sudden twist I’m once again on the inside
I’d rather choose one end of the line
Not to risk stepping over my own line

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Bunburying

No matter what you think of me, it doesn’t mean anything
They say I’m nuts they say I’m fired, it simply won’t change anything

Hours, a daytime; months, a lifetime
This young morning won’t be different from the one before
Hours, a daytime; months, the whole life
Milliseconds, I’m just waiting for this sulk to pass me by

No matter what you think, it doesn’t mean anything to me
They say I’m hot they say I’m frost, it simply won’t change anything

Hours, a daytime; months, a lifetime

This young morning won’t be different from the one before
Hours, a daytime; months, the whole life
Milliseconds, I’m just waiting for this sulk to pass me by

Be careful with your set of sores
There’s always somebody who can show more
I want to get the best from things, I only got the worst of me
I want myself to blow away as autumn leaves
I want myself to blow away as autumn leaves
I wanna run, run, run away, run up the staircase
Like a phantom ship, like a phantom ship
To disappear as soon as some eyes stare at it

Hours, a daytime; months, a lifetime
This young morning won’t be different from the one before
Hours, a daytime; months, the whole life
Milliseconds, I’m just waiting for this sulk to pass me by

Be careful with your set of sores
There’s always somebody who can show more
I want to get the best from things, I only got the worst of me
I want myself to blow away as autumn leaves
I want myself to blow away as autumn leaves
I wanna run, run, run away, run up the staircase
Like a phantom ship, like a phantom ship
To disappear as soon as some eyes stare at it

Run up the staircase! Run up the staircase!

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Sleepy Mob

Lend me money I will spend
To publish books which others read, oh!
Sleepy mob oh sleepy mob!
Take my hand I can do nothing with

You could possibly be the best thing I’ll ever meet, I’ve ever met
You can be that best thing, but how I’ll ever know for sure?
You said: ’Out of the shell’ I said: ’Out of the shell’
The more you suffer, you sink, the less they’re going to let you get
We are perfect ballet masters, we’re only asking for your legs…

Buccaneers and gentleman
More or less we’re all the same
Politicians meet the both
Sleepy mob oh sleepy mob!

You could possibly be the best thing I’ll ever meet, I’ve ever met
You can be that best thing, but how I’ll ever know for sure?
You could possibly be the best thing I’ll ever meet, I’ve ever met
You can be that best thing, but how I’ll ever know for sure?
You said: ’Out of the shell’ I said: ’Out of the shell’
The more you suffer, you sink, the less they’re going to let you get
We are perfect ballet masters, we’re only asking for your legs…

We’re only asking for your legs…
We’re only asking for your legs!

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80s Toons

I’ve been waiting for
I’ve been waiting for some magic gloves
And I love my bed a million times more than I love the world
You once said ’nothing will ever change’…
But I know that everything has changed

It feels like we were already dead
Late in the morning, some silly Wednesday morning
While we were all making love
If this is a portrait well it does… it does not suit me.
Don’t you see I’m like the wreck of a car
Yes I feel, I’m feeling, I’m feeling ok

I’ve been waiting for
I’ve been waiting for my magic gloves
And I love my bed a thousand times more than I love the rest
I heard you saying ’nothing will ever change’…
What should say I, now that everything has changed

It feels like we were already dead
Late in the morning some silly Wednesday morning
While we were all making love
If this is a portrait well it does… really it does not suit me.
Don’t you see I’m like the wreck of a car
Yes I feel, I’m feeling, I’m feeling ok
You once said ’nothing will ever change’
I heard you saying ’nothing will ever change’

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Street Fighter 2 Turbo

Waiting for the unexpected
Can be this rough
Show you feelings, shake your hands
Try until you’re liquefied
Bad conversion bad enough
Cover story, fuck me up
Gotta get to level N
Is it too much?
Radio let’s stop those shitty songs
You fucking worms
That’s why people get so bored
It would never be enough

A place where losers
Turn into cool
Waiting minutes, wait for years
You get used
It’s always better not to crop
Always better but not enough
Between tube or solid state
What would you choose?
If you were the head of state
What would you do?
I would surely, aaw, kill myself
Premium choice

Things will never end like this
This will never be resolved
Candid liars fool the world
Getting higher the more they stole
Wanna get myself out of this
Gonna get myself out of this
It will never be enough
Things will never be enough

Gotta get to level N!

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Occasionally Tomboy

And there’s no glue for the broken hearted
Not to ch- ch- choose
I’d cripple myself, I’d cripple you
I’d cripple all your friends
Oh there’s no glue for this broken art
And on the other side
I don’t care –but who really does?-
We make it look too cruel

Se wears her haircut like a hat!
Where does your ’true-love’ sink?
She wears her haircut like a hat!
Have you made a jewel of your heart?

And there’s no glue for the broken hearted
Not to ch- ch- choose
I’d cripple myself, I’d cripple you
I’d cripple all your friends
Oh there’s no glue for this broken art
And on the other side
I don’t care –but who really does?-
We make it look too cruel

Se wears her haircut like a hat!
Where does your ’true-love’ sink?
She wears her haircut like a hat!
Have you made a jewel of your heart?

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Fix It!

Why don’t you come and fix what’s wrong around?
Am I the only clown left in town, and if they call me
I will drop the phone, no one can find me cause I’ve got no home!
I miss the glamour (ah-ha)
I miss the glamour everybody’s weird
I miss the glamour (ah-ha)
I miss the glamour everybody grins
Why do they never stop that ugly sound? Am I the only clown left in town?
And if they call me
I will drop the phone, no one can find me cause I’ve got no home!
I miss the glamour (ah-ha)
I miss the glamour everybody’s weird
I miss the glamour (ah-ha)
I miss the flavour that I had before
And if they call me
I will drop the phone, no one can find me cause I’ve got no home!
Why don’t you come and fix what’s wrong around?
Am I the only motherfucker ’round?
And if they call me
I will drop the phone, no one can find me when I’ve got no home!
Why don’t you come and fix what’s wrong around?
Am I the only clown left in town, yeah!
I miss the glamour (ah-ha)
I miss the glamour everybody’s weird
I miss the glamour (ah-ha)
I miss the flavour that I had before
I miss

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December

Run away from the sweet convention
Quit purchasing music magazines (they lie!)
Hold me tight when the music’s over
Keep your sourness for bitter times
I lock the door when the day is over
We have bad tendencies we never notice
I wish all elephants were dancing folks
I wish all astronauts explored my room, yep!

Hold me tight in the cold December
Let’s hide the knives until it’s summer time
Build a monument for blown decisions
Leave the future to your future life
Hold me tight in the cold December
Hide your knives until it’s summer time
I wish all astronauts wore dancing shoes
I wish we never had a previous view

Dash away from the chew convention
And ship your elegance by priority mail
Let me know when the play is over
I’ll wear those headphones ’till the end of time
Hold me tight in the cold December
Hide your knives until it’s summer time
I wish all astronauts wore dancing shoes
I wish we never had a previous view
Cause we’ve blown the best time
Of our time

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Nice Song

Hide yourself in Central Park
And if a ’monster’ barks at night Oh well, just never mind…
I just need no ketamine Don’t need more fantasy I got so much of it
I’ve got too much of it I’ve got too much fun

And all the rubbish batteries to switch on-off some fucking scene
This is the worst part: Oh my God I’m usual!

The sad is you’re laughing at tragic
But couldn’t laugh at me
I couldn’t laugh at your mimic(s)
And just couldn’t laugh at me

Show yourself in Central Park and when a lovely girl […]
So what? What the hell! Don’t be so shy!
This must be the afterlife! This is my after-wife…
Hey, there is some afterlife in this boring globe
I want to be my dope I want to be J-Lo
I’m sure I would undress on air at Trl Yes someday I’m going to make it
Gonna build a failure, something pretty hateful, something brutal

And all the worthless traffic lights
To switch on/off some car-crash test
This is the worst part:
Oh my God I’m usual!

The sad is you’re laughing at tragic
But couldn’t laugh at me
I couldn’t laugh at your mimic(s)
And I just couldn’t laugh at me

A: Feels like someone’s peeping B: It’s only you and me
A: But with your eyes on me... B: Yeah, you can’t say anything
A: I’m going to ask the neighbours B: You can ask anyone
A: This lifestyle’s killing me B: I’ve got to go to work!

We swap a nice song for meanings
You couldn’t laugh at me
I wouldn’t laugh at my only gap
I couldn’t laugh at me!

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Dames/Harlots

I know everything goes around

Knock at the right door
One, B, three, D
I’m not myself
I’m not you
Knock at the right door
A, two, C, four
I’m not myself
I’m not John Wayne

(How? Howl?)

So we thought we were artists
Instead we were ice creams
How do you see it (how-do-you?)
How do you?
How do you see it (how-do-you?)

It’s been a long time since we first met
Oh gosh I guess I’ve been missing you so much
And since we’re naked we’ll fall in love
Since we’re naked we’ll fall in love again

How do you see it (how-do-you?)
How do you?
How do you see it (how-do-you?)
How do you?
How do you see it (how-do-you?)
How do you?

I know everything goes around
 




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