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Anything Called Love
02:55
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I felt a weakness in my kneecaps
I felt a fever in my brain
Struck down, I'd welcome every relapse
But I don't remember anything called love
(I don't remember)
I don't remember anything called love
(I don't remember)
You always helped when you were able
You said you wanted me around
But you said you didn't want to label
So I don't remember anything called love
(I don't remember)
I don't remember anything called love
(I don't remember)
If you said something then, I think I would recall
Three words or even one, but I heard none at all
I had to move to Arizona
I had to leave it all behind
I had to change my name to Lola
I don't remember anything called love
Well it's a long way up
And then the boulder rolls down the hill
And so I gave it up
Or I'd be trying to roll it up there still
How are you? Yeah it's been a long time
No, sorry, doesn't ring a bell
Must not have meant too much in my mind
Cuz I don't remember anything called love
(I don't remember)
I don't remember anything called love
(I don't remember)
I don't remember anything called love
(I don't remember)
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2. |
Doing It Wrong
02:42
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She thought it was a hat; no one said anything
We were told she was a singer, but she couldn’t sing
When her song was over and nobody cheered
She said ’thank you,’ took a long bow and disappeared
I said ’she’s doing it wrong. I think she’s doing it wrong.’
He went on and on and on about the Animal Collective
Till the girl that he was with decided she’d be more selective
Half an hour later, he was crying on the floor
I said to the bouncer on the way out the door
’That guy’s doing it wrong. I think he’s doing it wrong.’
Well you won’t kiss and tell, I guess you’ve always been reticent
But I got a feeling he’ll administer his medicine
It won’t hurt too much, probably won’t make you sick
But for sure you’re gonna feel a tiny prick tonight
Because you’re doing it wrong, I think you’re doing it wrong
She throws me a curve, I swing and I miss
I’m a god in my head, but she’s an atheist
I guess I’m doing it wrong (doing it wrong)
I guess I’m doing it wrong (doing it wrong)
I know how it’s gotta be for everybody but me
I guess I’m doing it wrong (doing it wrong)
I know how it’s gotta be for everybod but me
I guess I’m doing it wrong (doing it wrong)
etc...
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Tiguan
03:31
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If you can't hang, get out of the fast lane
They'll go on by, they'll go on by
First she was spectral, but now so physical
She caught my eye, not far behind...
She was riding, I was just gliding
Looked to the right, off to the right
In my back seat, 'oh it's so nice to meet you
Would you like a snack? Or a cup of tea with honey?'
Tiguan! Tiguan!
She went by
She went by
Tiguan! Tiguan!
She went by
She rolled on by
Same direction, intersection
I pulled aside, identified
She looked pensive, I drove defensive
would we somehow collide? 'Oh I love your boxy ride!'
She moved her lips along the song was on my radio
She was singing the words I didn't know!
Tiguan! Tiguan!
She went by
She went by
Tiguan! Tiguan!
She went by
She rolled on by
In the traffic, Muslim or Catholic
We're all the same, all the same
Everybody’s on their phones or else
Expecting rain, safe behind a windowpane
She moved her lips along the song was on my radio
She was out of a movie by Truffaut
She was singing the words I didn't know!
Tiguan! Tiguan!
She went by
She went by
Tiguan! Tiguan!
She went by
She rolled on by
Now I'm chasing, racing, side-by-side
The engine screaming, the twilight creeping
Now, what is Tiguan? Is not a little red Corvette
And what you see
Is what you don't get
She rolled on by!
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Marilu
03:12
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Marilu, Mairlu, remembers every day she’s ever lived through
She can see them like she’s looking through a Viewmaster, ooh
Marilu, Marilu, used to drive a cab to pay her way through
She used to work like you will never have to do
Back in my college days I used to break ‘em up
Now I’m sleeping through my middle age, here you come to wake me up
Marilu, Marilu, some people know her as a health guru
She used to own a house in Kalamazoo, oh that’s not really true
I think you knew that wasn’t true
Marilu, Marilu, her hair is red and her eyes are blue
In fact she looks a little bit like you, oh, but just a little
I can’t remember every day I’ve ever lived
But I’ll remember the day we met, oh what I wouldn’t give
To live it over and over and over and over
And the leaves are clinging to the trees
And I always cling to feelings like these
Marilu, Marilu, lost her dad, he was only fifty-two
But what you never had, you know you can’t lose, so I’ll never lose you
At least I’ll never lose you
No, I’ll never know the gut-wrenching pain of ever losing you
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5. |
Suffering Fools
03:25
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We tried as hard as we could not to play by their rules
Man, we played it so cool
So sick of suffering fools
Next to the railroad tracks, that little breakfast place
I was missin' your face
I hadn't seen you for days
So I called up to your house, your daddy answered the phone
He said ‘you know she ain't home'
But I could hear you sayin' 'no..'
I said, 'It's wrong to be deceivin','
Told him we were leavin', I would pick you up by eight
He said 'I ain't gonna stop ya, won't stand in the way of fate.'
'Nobody knows what they want, at least we won't be alone
When we're out on our own'
Now the seed was sown...
Oh when we turned that ignition
Started on a mission just to change everybody's mind
Now we were so optimistic, so idealistic and blind
One-room apartment in Whitehall, and you know I can't breathe
Now I just want to leave
But I'm workin' for three
Oh we tried as hard as we could not to play by their rules
Now we're deciding on schools
Couple of suffering fools
Glad to be suffering fools
Glad to be suffering fools
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Bruce Lee
01:26
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Let me tell you 'bout Bruce Lee
I never met him, but I’m sure he would have liked me
He was lightning quick, and I got a lightning wit
And we were both born in 1940
He was a lover not a fighter, but he had to fight
Had to keep moving, keep that body tight
They called it 'death by misadventure'
But I'm sure it was an accident
'Cause Bruce Lee was an innocent
Man, that man was magnificent
Bruce Lee had moves nobody had ever seen
He had to be so pissed when they cast Carradine
Man, that really musta burned him
And I know he wasn't gay, but I bet I couldda turned him
But we don't talk about such things in 1973
Though we will someday, you'll see, oh you'll see
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7. |
Matter of Time
02:59
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I'm still at the factory
I say my prayers and write a letter every Sunday
Though you never write back to me
The man upstairs says it's meant to be one day
And It won't be long, cuz He's never wrong
It's just a matter of time till you come back to me
It's just a matter of time till you come back to me
My mind's playing tricks again
We're back in school, and I see you through the window
You're blowing a kiss, and then
April fool, it's the day you say you gotta go
But it's a temporary thing, cuz I put a word on a wing,
It's just a matter of time till you come back to me
It's just a matter of time till you come back to me
Like a famous man said, time's just an illusion
So I'll say it again and again, let there be no confusion
It's just a matter of time till you come back to me
It's just a matter of time till you come back to me
And if we can’t freeze a moment in time,
At least we’ll have love...
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You looked at me, I had it made
Like a gambler who's just got paid
Now I know my hand was overplayed
Cuz your love is like a hand grenade
I thought the anger would someday fade
That I could break down your barricade
I was fool to be so unafraid
Cuz your love is like a hand grenade
Your love blows me to pieces
It catches and releases
This feeling never ceases to amaze
Your love is like a hand grenade
So we hide behind the window shade
Making lemons out of lemonade
I know what happens to a dream betrayed
It explodes just like a hand grenade
Your love blows me to pieces
It catches and releases
This feeling never ceases to amaze
Your love...
You can take shelter from the wind in a hurricane
But you ain't got a snowball's chance against a hand grenade
(Just give it a spin, loser needs a win)
Now you're too far under my skin
So put that pin back in
Both hands where I can see 'em, step away
This pain, it never stops
Do I throw myself on top
And sacrifice my life In a noble trade?
Or let you blow us both to hell with a hand grenade?
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Actors
02:53
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Now your feet are on the window in the way back
And the world is moving backwards
There are mountains in the distance painted Bob Ross white
And your parents, played by actors
Kick your shoes, knock the dirt
This is the feeling you could have before the hurt
Write your name with your finger on the velvet seat
You know I miss my introvert
Now you’re staring out the window on an Amtrak train
And the world is moving sideways
With your hands around a book you know you’ll never read
And your eyes fixed on the highway
Watch the cars in parallel
These are the feelings you could feel before you fell
The train moves faster now, but only for a little while
Let them go, it’s just as well
Let them go, it’s just as well
Now I’m sitting in the sunshine on September 5th
And my heart is falling backwards
And though it’s morning, I can still see all the brightest stars
As you and I trade lines like actors
Trace my finger through the dust
This is a feeling that predates lust
This is a feeling that predates lust
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10. |
One Step Apart
01:48
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It’s eleven in the morning
Exchanging salutations
Two strangers shaking hands
With no expectorations
What he’s thinking: ’This is real, I can tell,
Please don’t let me blow it.'
What she’s thinking: ‘Yeah, I know this game
And it might not hurt to throw it.'
Two random dots along the axis
A rare reaction, like reverse anaphylaxis
'I was working, serving life in the clink
I knew what I was gonna become
So I quit there and made off with the scratch
While I’m still young enough to be dumb.’
‘I hear ya, nolo contendere...
My god, your teeth are clean!
But I bet if I was to kiss you
You would taste like gasoline.’
Would it be stars and rocketships?
Or more like the panic when you hit the rumble strips?
It’s a theory that I’m working on
But it’s really nothing more than that
You surrender when the magic is gone
And someday it’ll find its way back
Yeah, she’s pretty, it’s just geometry
Go ask René Descartes
Two strangers just shook hands
They stand one step apart
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11. |
You're Tellin' Me
04:29
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'Take it from me...'
Why'd you have to take it from me?
Had the world on a string
There's a first time for everything
A couple of imperfect strangers
As they locked up and turned out the lights
I said 'I'm sure your place is cleaner.'
You wrote me a list
Of the things that you wanted from me
I lost my voice
And I felt like I didn't have no choice
You knew it was just gonna cause a fight
But don't play nice, it's all right
You're telling me it's love
You're telling me it's love
I don't blame you
Who we kidding? We both know I do
Just a little pout
I knew it was too late to back out
Like taking down the Christmas tree on the 26th of July
You're telling me it's love
You're telling me it's love
Well I faked it till I couldn't take it
We took it as far as we could
And I won't even argue
That some of it wasn't damn good
Changed your name
All your friends talkin' bout 'Oh she's so brave'
But I wish that you'd walked out a long time ago
While I still had a face left to save
Now you're out west,
And I'm walking round dead on my feet
And like parallel lines in the distance of space
We'll approach but we never will meet
I'll shut my mouth, won't wake the sleeper,
Talk is cheap, but now silence is cheaper
You’re tellin’ me that’s love
You say we just wasted our time
You're telling me
You're telling me that's love?
You're telling me that's love?
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Abe Savas & the New Standards of Beauty Kalamazoo, Michigan
Abe Savas is a singer/songwriter based in Kalamazoo Michigan.
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