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Bad Girl
02:58
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She said, “I’m a bad girl,”
just like in the movies,
just like in those dirty little magazines
(not that I’d know,
but I’ve heard stories).
And then she bit that lip—oh my—
and then she shook those hips—and I died—
and then she shot me a little smile
and walked out of the room.
But she knew what she was doing.
She knew what I was gonna say.
She knew how she was moving
when she walked away.
Now, she’s a hell of a dancer,
so I stood and watched her,
and when she slid up to me
I didn’t know what she would do to me.
And then she winked that eye—oh my—
and then she let loose a sigh—and I died—
and then she shot me a little smile
and walked out of the room.
But, you see, I don’t dance anymore.
I don’t do one-night stands anymore.
And so I took her hand,
looked in her eyes, told her goodnight,
went to my room, turned out the light,
got into bed (alone again),
and cursed my conscience
’til the morning, when
I heard the telephone:
She was calling to say hello.
She wanted to apologize
for whatever she did last night.
And then we laughed and talked about it,
and she laughed it off—and I died.
And then she laughed and said goodbye,
and walked out of my life.
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End of the Line
04:11
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“I’ll sue for custody,
but only if I have to,” I said.
And she laughed,
laughed and looked right through me.
She said, “I never loved you,
so what’s the use?”
And I may be living in this
burned-out home,
but at least it’s home.
And her, she’s poor again,
living like a whore again,
spending her last dollar on an faithless night.
And her, she’s poor again,
living like a whore again,
spending her last dollar on a ride
to the end of the line.
“Do you have a secret song
you’ve never sung to anyone?” I said.
And she laughed.
She said, “I’m all sung out, love,
but I can paint you a picture,”
and she walked away.
Now I may be staring at this
bleached-out frame,
but at least I’m sane.
And her, she’s poor again,
living like a whore again,
spending her last dollar on a faithless night.
And her, she’s poor again,
living like a whore again,
spending her last dollar on a ride
to the end of the line.
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3. |
Landslide
04:14
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I think I’m heading for a landslide.
Gotta watch my step,
gotta keep my voice down.
But I’ll keep heading up that incline,
’cause this time when I hit the top
I’m never coming down.
I’ll stand and scream aloud
at the top of my lungs,
and I’ll look at the sky above
and know I’ve just begun.
Don’t know why I’ve tried to justify.
My life is mine—
won’t back down this time;
this time I’m standing.
And I’m not halfway done.
Feels like I’m running for my dear life.
I wanna catch my breath,
wanna take a look around.
But I’ve been running my whole damned life,
and this time I’m never looking back;
I’m never slowing down.
I’ll lean into the wind,
leave a trail of dust behind,
and when I reach the end
I’ll finally take what’s mine.
And if I hurt you, well,
I’m sorry for my sins,
but I’ve done time
and time to spare.
I hate to fight,
but I gave up on giving in.
I’m sure you’ll realize
that’s better in the end.
(Third verse, same as the first.)
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Johnny High Ground Cleveland, Ohio
Mostly solo stuff from that one guy from whatever... (That was the name of the band. Really. I know.)
Johnny High Ground recommends:
Torch Song
by Radiator Hospital
You probably already knew about this band. They sound kinda like the Shins on speed. My nephew Jon plays bass.
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My brother plays bass, too—only jazz, not indie rock. He made this amazing album and I love it SO MUCH.
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Look, it's my old band!
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