edit - just wanted to add that even though it came out around 2002, this song always makes me think about the end of my 90's party days (which dragged on for a bit into the new millennium).
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And when you're someone you are not Junction City ain't the spot Remember Mrs. Lot when she turned around
And if you've got no other choice You know you can follow my voice Through the dark turns and noise of this wicked little town
You really need to rent my current obsession Hedwig and the Angry Inch NOW. If the bf doesn't get me the movie soundtrack for my birthday, I'm totally divorcing him!
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Hit my snooze alarm for the twenty-seventh time Just don't feel like goin' to work. I think I'll call my boss, then I'm Gonna hack and cough and wheeze Swear I got some strange disease What's that little twerp gonna say?
I'm callin' in sick today Callin' in sick today
I could shine my pennies or clean my lava lamp I could spend all day in my underwear watching "Ernest Goes To Camp" I could sit and count my hair I could burp my Tupperware I'm not busy anyway
I'm callin' in sick today Callin' in sick today Ain't goin' to work, no way Callin' in sick today
I can do anything I want to I am invincible now I'm on fire, baby I'm alive, I'm alive Can you hear me, World? I'm alive!!
Maybe I'll spend all day staring at the sun And trying not to squint Maybe I'll make a huge color tapestry From my belly button lint When I'm sick of takin' abuse I just make up some lame excuse Freedom's just seven digits away
I'm callin' in sick today Callin' in sick today Ain't gonna work, no way Callin' in sick today
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It begins as exile, disguised as vacation South to the sun you go The gray skyline you leave behind Each day less a memory Blue-green skies fill your eyes And the city finally fades
Father, I have you: the heart of all my history A landmark, by which I found my way Father, you leave me with no objective I cannot go and you cannot stay
Down at the crosswalk of every avenue Darkness pursues your fragile light They pave the stones, pull down your bones And evict your memory And underground, the platforms sound Abandoned by their trains
Father, I have you: a phantom station A passing glimmer, a former destination Father, I leave you the memory of your heyday Your black and white world has slipped away
Father, I have you: a spirit already Your blue presence cold and final in my mind Father, I leave you your good intentions Can I not tempt you with what you leave behind?
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Gloria manchi tu nell'aria manchi ad una mano che lavora piano manchi a questa bocca che cibo piu non tocca e sempre questa storia che lei la chiamo Gloria. Gloria sui tuoi fianchi la mattina nasce il sole entra odio ed esce amore dal nome Gloria. Gloria manchi tu nell'aria manchi come il sale mi manchi piu del sole sciogli questa neve che soffoca il mio petto t'aspetto Gloria. Gloria chiesa di campagna acqua nel deserto lascio aperto il cuore scappa senza far rumore dal lavore dal tuo letto dai gradini di un altare ti aspetto Gloria. Gloria per chi attende il giorno e invece di dormire con la memoria torna a un tuffo nei papaveri in una terra libera per chi respira nebbia per chi respira rabbia per me che senza Gloria con te nuda sul divano faccio stelle di cartone pensando a Gloria.
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Nobody else can see you the same way as myself Fly high and touch the sky, you're the angel I adore If only you could feel for me that I feel for you Why do you ignore me, angel, why can't I go with you
You're an angel witch, you're an angel witch You're an angel witch, you're an angel witch
The more love I feel for you, the more you fade away Why can't you come and love me, do I have to stay this way I'm going to go insane if nothing happens soon I look out at the night to see your shadow by the moon
You're an angel witch, you're angel witch You're an angel witch, you're angel witch
Walk through the forest I can feel that you're there Why do you run away? I'd never hurt you, I'd never hurt you That's the last thing I'd do
You're an angel witch, you're an angel witch You're an angel witch, you're an angel witch
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It's been a hard day in the city It affects you in the most peculiar way Dull day don't seem pretty We've said all that there is to say And if you were to ask me questions You don't really want to know Your concern is just for show Your name's a number, just press a button Your memories lost but they've not forgotten
They try to break our lust for passion They try to tell us that it's not in fashion And if you were' to ask me questions What are we fighting-for? We're just breaking down the door
It doesn't really matter I've been through this all before It doesn't really matter
They fight in England and Northern Ireland The police they try to hold us still They can bleed us and they can feed us But you know they'll never control our will And if you were to ask that question What are we fighting for? We're just breaking down the door
It doesn't really matter I've been through this all before It doesn't really matter
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Oh no, don't you put me in that box You know what you can do with those locks Bet your life I'll come crawling out again You'll have to deal with me then You'll hear me in the wind
I've been on the other side of Blue Ridge Seen the Shenandoah running there I stepped off the mountain's edge Just to climb the golden stair I've seen the streets up there
I've been up on Mount Transfiguration Been there with my Ma and my Pa Up the Mountain of Commandments I've been handed down the law You should've seen what I saw
I fell to the bottom of Bailey's Well Caught like a thief with a lamb You know those stars, they can cast a spell I've been caught with red hands
I've scaled the mountains, skied the valleys I've done the highs and the lows I don't feel like work today Hell, I won't go! No, I won't go!
Just let me at their locks! We should all be free! Oh, Bess, I swear I'll come When I'm free from me We should all be free
Oh, no, don't you put me in that box You know what you can do with those locks Bet your life I'll come crawling out again You'll have to deal with me then You'll hear me in the wind...
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Why do you say you caaaaaaaaaaaare? Well you don't show it And you know it just isn't fair
You just need someone to blaaaaaaaaaaaame Well, someone's not me But I know he'll be just the same
You'll come bouncing, bouncing back to me You'll come bouncing, bouncing back to me You'll come bouncing, bouncing back to me You'll come bouncing, bouncing back to me
I don't know what to belieeeeeeeeeeeeeeve Last night you held me Today you tell me you're gonna leave
Oh, you've got so much to leaaaaaaaaaarn Go if you must go Oh, but I know you will return
You'll come bouncing, bouncing back to me You'll come bouncing, bouncing back to me You'll come bouncing, bouncing back to me You'll come bouncing, bouncing back to me You'll come bouncing, bouncing back to me You'll come bouncing, bouncing back to me You'll come bouncing, bouncing back to me You'll come bouncing, bouncing back to me
The Wedding Present - "Boing!"
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