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When I first saw you at the disco
You were getting down to Sisqo
Soon you had me slinging Crisco by the cup
Well, not much later you had me deep
In love with you, but if you're creepin'
You had better keep buttering me up
You've got a string of sweeties from Berlin to Kalamazoo
But I've been putting my fist, dear, into somebody new
Well we never said we were exclusive
But unless my hand's getting real reclusive
It don't seem that I'm of much use, my love
You've laid yourself out a real buffet
You're the king on your throne's built-in bidet
And now we don't seem so, say, hand in glove?
Now I could cry and I could pout
But if you're stepping out, I'm stepping out
Your silk road ain't the only route in town
My new baby's all boots and buckles
We have our laughs, we have our chuckles
It seems like we might settle and knuckle down
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Handsome George
01:59
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Well I wish I was in Oakland or some other seaport town
I'd set my foot on a freighter and sail the ocean round
When sailing round the ocean, while I'm sailing round the sea
I'll think of handsome George wherever he may be
Your mouth tastes like tobacco and your ass tastes like a dream
And your arms smell like a wildfire; encircle me in flame
Encircle me in flame, dear, encircle me in flame
Your arms smell like a wildfire. Encircle me in flame
Put on a Kelly Reichardt film and roll a joint in bed
And I'll wake the upstairs neighbors when you give me head.
When you give me head dear, when you give me head
I'll wake the upstairs neighbors when you give me head
You woo me with your kisses and you woo me with your jokes.
Won't you woo me down to Shasta, come out to your folks?
Come out to your folks, dear, come out to your folks
Won't you woo me down to Shasta, come out to your folks?
Well marriage is oppressive, and marriage is a sham
But politics regardless I wanna be your man
When sailing round the ocean, while I'm sailing round the sea
I'll think of handsome George wherever he may be
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The Ballad of F.C.
05:23
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Oh my name is Franz Lemont, as I, as I
Oh my name is Franz Lemont, as I
I came to Bristol Bay
On a warm and sunny day
But it did not stay that way--Franz Lemont
I could hear the call of wolves, how they cry, how they cry
I could the call of wolves, how they cry
Oh how
I do fancy dying
Like some body set to rot in the ground
I could see the pack of dogs as I drove, as I drove
Couldn't leave them in the bog as I drove
I met a man in Nome
We made love upon the snow
We're so mant things to know as I
I don't honky tonk no more in the blow, in the blow
I don't honky tonk or swallow in the blow
When I give you a kiss
All I'm asking for is a lift
Won't you pull me out of this drift 40 below?
Pull me out of this rift 40 below
Well my socks are frozen stiff as I drive, as I drive
Oh my socks are frozen stiff as I drive
My feet are blocks of ice
It isn't very nice
I think once, I don't think twice as I drive
Oh my name is Franz Lemont as I, as I
Oh my name is Franz Lemont as I
I shall not be trod upon.
My dogs will eat your eyes, my dogs will eat your eyes...
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Skinny ties, crooked eyes, teeth stained with red wine
Property is theft, but won't you say you're mine?
I've seen you in the streets, how 'bout in the sheets?
I could accord you some abilities
Goddamn you erudite communists, you do it to me every time
I can see you are clearly brilliant, though I'm only clever
So I've assembled a bibliography supporting reasons we should get together
I've seen you in the streets, how 'bout in the sheets?
I could be according to your needs
Goddamn you erudite communists, let's take up arms together
Because “One does not wait for the "ripe" objective circumstances to make a revolution, circumstances become "ripe" through the political struggle itself.”
But I don't wanna wait for ripe objective
Circumstances to ask you back to my place
If we're both ripe
For the political struggle itself
For the political struggle itself
For the political snuggle itself
I've seen you in the streets, how 'bout in the sheets?
I could be according to your needs
Goddamn you erudite communists: get your hands on this regime
Goddamn you erudite communists, you do it to me every time
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Dolly at The Barn Light
04:33
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I landed in this town blue and afraid
About a dollar to my name and debts unpaid
Hungry for anything that felt like home
Or at least any darlin' with her number in my phone
Well these sisters of mercy were wild and strong and true
But they left me feelin' restless, feelin' blue
'Till I met you, and the tender gravel sound
Of your cowboy voice made me want to stick around
Cuz you are heaven in a denim jacket
Get another boilermaker and a sausage slice
I don't know how much longer I can hang around
Downtown with you, but it feels nice
Slow dancing to Ari Rosenfeld
Singing Dolly at The Barn Light
I don't know if I will always love you but I do right now
I don't know if I will always love you but I do right now
Cuz you're a cool hit of acid and a cardinal in the snow
Your lips on my back and your arm under my pillow
You're a flash flood, you're a pal and a confidante
I can't say quite why I want you, but you're what I want
Well I got boredom in my future, I got trouble in the past
And if I do what I should do I shouldn't let this last
But Sweetness, the sweetness in your smile
And your rugged hands are asking me to stay a while
You are heaven in a denim jacket
Get another boilermaker and a sausage slice
I don't know how much longer I can hang around
Downtown with you, but it feels nice
Slow dancing to Ari Rosenfeld
Singing Dolly at The Barn Light
I don't know if I will always love you but I do right now
I don't know if I will always love you but I do right now
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