1. |
Headache Heartattack
03:20
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It's in her DNA she kicks against my constitution
I kinda like her I kinda wanna kick her ass
She gives me head she gives me headache
The way she gets around it's tantamount to prostitution
I've got this migraine
Pounding like a freight train
Nothing but intense pain in my skull
Worse than being stabbed in the back
She brings on she brings me heart attack
It's bloody spinal how she taps into innate revulsion
The paramedic said she shoulda checked the magazine
If anything I'll bet she's got a couple copies on file
Her Dewey Decimal neuralgia and sacred style
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2. |
Strawberry Shortcake
02:55
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It's so suspicious
You stink of strawberry
If I'm malicious
It's to compliment your subtlety, girl
Strawberry shortcake
You're so delicious
I wanna eat you
Wanna eat you alive
Strawberry shortcake
Strawberry shortcake
Strawberry shortcake
I wanna eat you!
He had it coming
That's so insensitive
How could you say such a thing
It came didn't it
Strawberry shortcake
Strawberry shortcake
Strawberry shortcake
I'm gonna eat you!
I'm gonna eat you
I'm gonna eat you
I'm gonna eat you
Gonna eat you alive!
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3. |
Axis Sally
03:31
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Don't you worry while your friends are dropping down like tenpins all around you
There's a patriotic lady waiting waving 'round your hankerchief memento (I'm sure she's on the level)
But if you make it out of foreign hell the time away her thoughts are spent on others (she's undercover)
So when she says it's time to see the doc and you got only six weeks back ashore
What'd you suffer for
Can you hope to win this war
Elizabeth had raised her only son to turn his cheek in the depression
But now depression plagued Elizabeth, her boy was caught in such romantic notions as shipping 'cross the ocean
To put a bullet in a man he'd never met but what you get when you play soldier, you meet suppressing fire
And when she read the letter all she did was clutch her breast and fall to the floor
To grieve forevermore
Can we hope to win this war
Home sweet home this whistle blows
Whisper secrets you already know
In your darkest hour I'll be there with love
They call her Axis Sally, she's my guiding light
But sometimes I wonder if she believes that we can win this fight
They call her Axis Sally, my angel pessimist
But if you listen long enough, a soldier almost feels missed
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4. |
Bullshit
04:00
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I resist your industrial grade attempts to sway me
These kisses cheap and calculated to force a maybe
And if you got here just a couple of years ago you would hear yes
But as it stands I'm here to tell you now you're only going to make a mess
And are you psychotic I've just about had it
It's not erotic it's just a bad habit
It's just the pot you're not really lovesick
It's this addiction to taking yourself so
I'm not this thing you can borrow and use
You say I cheat when I take your abuse
I'm someone else's you know
Your bullshit's hard to swallow
I'm not this thing you can bring to your side
You say you're free to do whatever you like
I'm someone else's you know
Your bullshit's hard to swallow
I will not lie and tell you that there's no appeal
I will not lie and tell you things I do not feel
I will not lie and say that anything will happen here tonight
I will not lie and say that everything's just all so fucking right
I insist all advances you've made to take me
Must now desist lest my sense of integrity betray me
And if you got here just a couple of years ago you would hear sure
But as it stands you make me sick and only your absence is the cure
Dead serious it's the delirium of
The moment the right now
Precarious what would she say
If she were right here right now
I'm not this thing you can borrow and use
You say I cheat when I take your abuse
I'm someone else's you know
Your bullshit's hard to swallow
I'm not this thing you can bring to your side
You say you're free to do whatever you like
I'm someone else's you know
Your bullshit's hard to swallow
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5. |
Filthy
02:59
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Feel it slide between your ribs the
Knife you gave your little sister
Nineteen married eighteen kids
Lives divided when you kissed her
Break away the dull convergence
Greet the views of all insurgents
Leave me lance this festered blister
Break away my heart's collapsing
Acquiesce is all I'm asking
Fetid dreams erotic visions
Does your lust need supervision
Feed me every empty promise
Keep me filthy keep me honest
Creeping 'round your subdivision
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6. |
Boys+Girls
04:12
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Black and white your arms akimbo
Trite and overwrought philosophy's for rubes and weirdos
There's nothing wrong
With basing your beliefs on some dumb song
I think it's fun to make believe
What do you believe
What do you believe
What do you believe
Simple question simple answer
Boys just wanna have sex and girls just wanna get loved
Boys just wanna have sex and girls just wanna get loved
Either might pretend just to shake it up
But boys just wanna have sex and girls just wanna get loved
Filtered luminescent sunlight
Incompatible great nomenclature notwithstanding
Give up I won't
Pretend to tolerate whole
Indignant Shakespeare standoff thing
It's not an overdose of chutzpah
Can't even chalk it up to stupid satire lame as that would be
It's not enough
Couldn't you stuff this tiring gruff
Approach to personality
I got your box
Confections glazed with spinnerets
I'll bet you're talking lots but
Let's remember who's the servant
Boys just wanna have sex and girls just wanna get loved
Boys just wanna have sex and girls just wanna get loved
Either might pretend just to shake it up
But boys just wanna have sex and girls just want attention
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7. |
Indie Anna
03:25
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Anna wakes and stretches out in bed
Shoulders peeking out from covers colored red
The noonday sun is playing all upon her face
She grabs her glasses she aligns them in their place
It's a wonderful day for an argument and a cup of coffee
Indie Anna brushed aside her bangs
Fuel-injected crush am I to blame
Wonderful day for an argument and a cup of coffee
Tarot Emily
Glarin' o'er at me
I'm taking orders
There's nothing special 'bout a face adorned in black you see
Anna's crystaline composure lends her breath
And that cigarette you're smoking scared me half to death
A million mornings and a personality
A grand illusion but a welcome one to me
It's a wonderful day for an argument and a cup of coffee
Indie Anna brushed aside her bangs
Fuel-injected crush am I to blame
Ripped to shreds my cover's all but blown
All I know my love is leaving home
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8. |
Tell Me Goodbye
03:29
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Half-hearted hostage
Feeling lost and unambitious
From now on sister
You won't catch me holding back
The comfort of our comfort
Zone has grown fictitious
You bet your britches
You won't catch me holding back
Not anymore
You test my patience
I pretend I'm unperturbed
But when I'm splitski
You won't catch me looking back
And I'll admit this schtick is
Such a hackneyed premise
But when this punchline hits
Your lights are going black
To think of the nerve when you
If I ever hear you say
You never did anything other than
Breed negativity everyday anyway
Don't tell me you'll miss me
Just tell me goodbye
The comfort of our comfort
Zone has grown fictitious
You can't kill what you can't catch
You're not a party to me
To think of the nerve when you
If I ever hear you say
You never did anything other than
Breed negativity everyday anyway
Don't tell me you'll miss me
Just tell me goodbye
You can't kill what you can't catch
Just tell me goodbye
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9. |
Numb The Lonely
01:41
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10. |
Illinois
05:18
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Missy wonders behind her
Very own personal cloud of smoke
Misty hundreds doing little
To thaw the January cold
All wrapped in black she stands alone
One ten and five one all alone
Filthy snow and slush beneath
An endless smear of gray above
Her eyes the green of fallen leaves
Her hair as black and red as love
She loves the band you've only heard of
She'll burn their CD
The wind is biting at her cheek as stands there and
Beautifully seethes
In the parking lot alone
In Rosemont Illinois alone
Black nylons black wool skirt alone
Unbothered by the cold alone
The cigarette is down to filter
But still she smolders on her own
An ember glowing without flame
What will you do with what you're shown
She loves the band you've only heard of
She'll burn their CD
The wind is biting at her cheek as she stands there and
Beautifully seethes
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11. |
He/She Said
02:50
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She said baby
There's nothing manlier
Than when you strong-arm me back down
He said baby
As the right cross connected
You keep me directed
Her feet left the ground
If you could see inside their minds
You'd believe this scene was fine
And the day he crossed the line
Was the day she fell in love
(Ooh in love)
She said baby
I sucked your best friend
While you were spending 1910 away at war
He said sweetie
You know you can't deceive me
And tugging up his sleeves he tended
His attention whore
And he beat her black and blue
When she screamed his name he knew
That this was what she wanted too
And you don't mess with love
(No you don't mess with love)
She said baby
I've never felt so powerless
I want your fingers on my dress and in my hair
He said darling
Your frailty's alarming
And laying on that charm he said
With you I'll never
Pull no punches
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12. |
Five-Inch Heels
04:51
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We have very little difficulty catching cabs
Electrical atmospheric auras in your brain
They have never got a leg up in the history of legs
(Or getting up)
We are what you're praying makes appearance in your porn
I have turned the eye of every plutocrat on Broadway
(Break it off)
I have learned the lying ways of leaching off your lust
(Break it off)
I will break your bank before I break your trust
(Break it off)
But I will make your cranium rotate
(Everyday)
I got me no-nonsense kicks
Up and down all around downtown
You can see me strut my shit
Rock my shit fuck your shit 'cause
Nothing say fuck me like five-inch heels
Slowly curing society's ills
I can't fix your mentally susceptible behavior
(Not my fault)
I could give a damn you can't decipher all the clues
(Not my fault)
I could write a novel cataloguing your naivete
(Not my fault)
Sue me if I use you to fuel my fun
(Relax and try to have fun!)
Don't you just adore the dimples decorate my cheeks
(Buy the drinks)
Don't you love the pulsing pounding in this club
(Tip the tender)
Don't tell me this isn't everything you thought you ever wanted
(Kiss my ass)
Drop my preternatural pretenses
If you wanna fuck princesses
Guarantee you'll make some messes
Drop my skills up and downtown thrills
My black stilettos are straight invincible
You can't fight this pleasure principle
Cosmo spilled and premise killed but
Nothing says fuck me like five-inch heels
Slowly curing society's ills
I said nothing says fuck my like five-inch heels
Load me with lust and provide me with pills
You're never gonna lay a hand on this
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13. |
Lights Out
03:29
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You lied I care
When you're not there
The lights are out
If there were any looming
Creeping nagging nasty little doubts
Pretend I tried
(Loose lips sink ships)
We compromised
(My gun your hips)
The fair shut down
(We fought we drowned)
They stole our love and money
Shortly before laughing their way out of town
Laughing their way out of town
(We came to get down)
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Ender Raine Portland, Oregon
Ender Raine is a singer-songwriter out of Oregon specializing in indie piano pop. A multi-instrumentalist, his style bounces from rollicking rock ballads to infectious funk grooves and back again, but he always seems to be pulling something wild and new from his bag of tricks. Ender Raine can entertain, and his colorful brand of indie pop will make you fall in love with music again. ... more
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