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Belvedere Mantra
03:57
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She sings her songs
Cloaked in amaretto
Highway dirty in her coup deville
Her smile sweetly chewing
Poisoned apple
Nat sherman driving fast
Behind the wheel
the lady’s always in view of the kill
the lady’s always in view of the kill
the lady’s always in view of the kill
the lady’s always in view of the kill
The man was smoking
A filthy cigar
The smoke filled slowly inside of the car
Some potent apple struck
The woman's heart
Life is in the hands of death’s only art
Life is in the hands of death’s only art
Life is in the hands of death’s only art
Life is in the hands of death’s only art
She strung the
Mantle with silk and ribbon
Her patterned wallpaper was coming a part
In the mirror
Singing belvedere mantra
Life is in the hand of death’s only art
Life is in the hand of death’s only art
Life is in the hand of death’s only art
The lady always in view of the kill
The lady always in view of the kill
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2. |
Daylight
03:25
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Miles in her eyes
Miles in her eyes
Her eyes are miles wide
On Highway 85
Empty road, desert ride
Baby ride
Daylight
Picture in her pocket
Bandana round her neck
Sober in the morning
Always drinking to forget
About the
Picture in her pocket, picture in her pocket
Let it ride,
Daylight
Her words a suttle flame
Her words a suttle flame
The pretentious cadillac
It echoes in her brain
A sly pretentious cadillac
Echoes in her mind a suttle flame
Daylight,
She let it ride
Picture in her pocket
Bandana round her neck
Sober in the morning
Always drinking to forget
About the
Picture in her pocket, picture in her pocket
Let it ride,
Daylight
When ya gonna paint those
Old yellow walls
Daylights always howlin at her
Beckon call
If I don’t get up to see her
I won’t see her at all
And a great sunset will flare up red
Until the whole sky is over spread
My head feels dizzy & light
Only sin in my back
Pocket is daylight
When ya gonna paint those
Old yellow walls
Daylights always howlin at her
Beckon call
If I don’t get up to see her
I won’t see her at all
And a great sunset will flare up red
Until the whole sky is over spread
My head feels dizzy & light
Only sin in my back
Pocket is daylight
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3. |
Ballroom
02:43
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The ballroom man took the ballroom girl
To her own corner and told her to sit by herself
He’d been here once a time before
His sunken eyes felt familiar on the floor
Leading the dance, hands yellow with tar
Took the ballroom gal on a dance he called his world
She laughed to herself, making jokes to herself
She laughed to herself, making jokes to herself
He spun her around, yellow with tar
He spun her around, yellow with tar
Smoke lye on top the terrazzo floor
Smoke lye on top the terrazzo floor
The disco lights made her eyes feel sore
Disco lights made her eyes feel sore
The ballroom man took the ballroom girl
To her own corner and told her to sit by
Herself and
Smoke lye on top the terrazzo floor
Smoke lye on top the terrazzo floor
The disco lights made her eyes feel sore
Disco lights made her eyes feel sore
The ballroom man took the
Ballroom gal to her own
Corner and told her to sit by herself
And smoke lye on top the terrazzo floor
Smoke lye on top the terrazzo floor
The disco lights made her eyes feel sore
Disco lights made her eyes feel sore
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4. |
Lucy
03:57
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Shooting pool with a pignose Its
Rolling down a hill
There’s a chaos in my voice, man
I blame an existential pull
Binoculars held to my monocle eye
Called out an offer
For me to step inside
There’s a moment in the silence
When I clench my tired jaw
Without method for my madness
I know I won't get far
A tall man in a pincoat
Bared his smile wide
A creepy nostalgia
Rushed the entrance of my spine
Oh Lucy why don’t you walk by me
red shoes striding on
An alpine trail
Rattlesnake eggs in a robin’s nest
My eyes were only focused on
The way that she was dressed
Sleepy eyes sleepy head lord knows
It's been awhile
So much temptation when I fall into
Your bed
So much admiration, the cosmic witch
Wants to wear me in
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