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Pluck Lyrics:Sad BeautifulShe was thinking how his songs were all poetically describing her unraveling worldIt doesn't matter that she's wrong she knows she's right She's just another sad and beautiful girl The time always runs too late, then she's heading to bed You must hurry up and wait when you're planning ahead And I know she's planning something and it's big, oh yes it's big I wonder what could it be She's getting dressed for something or for someone then I realize it couldn't be me There's no use in feeling bad, let's start the party instead And laugh at the fun you've had, and who she's taking to bed Sad Beautiful girl, I have to wonder what you're doin' here Is that you're confidence or (merely fear/7th beer) It's so hard to understand if this is something that you planned Or is it merely illusion? Sad beautiful girl, your world is mass confusion It's nothing less than intimate to sneak away and steal a kiss just holding her hand Forget the electricity it's fusion and it's plain to see you don't understand At times you can clearly see, like when she's walking away With some other chap like me, it's just a game that she plays She was noticing her friends were growing up, getting responsible and settling down Yet it seems she hasn't had enough of throwing up the morning after painting the town So here's drinking to your health, and every guy that you've done Is this what you owe yourself? Standing in place as run (She stands in place as she runs) AnhedoniaYou waste another day simply by thinking of herThis world full of change makes you just want things back as we were Emotion is just an pneumonia, there's no cure for anhedonia She can't believe it all turned out like this, you concur She ruins everything simply by crossing your mind Look deep inside yourself, don't be alarmed if you find You're really not an intellectual, the search for truth is rarely sexual Spare me the details 'cause every girl's one-of-a-kind You thought that finally you had everything in control Since she's ancient history (you can come out of your/pull your head out of her hole You know you're just a foolish phony, alone with walking-anhedonia She took the good times along with the rest that she stole Seal your doom Seventy’s GuyDo I turn and walk away or should I give it a tryI just couldn't stand to see you with that 70's guy Tawny's a weight on your mind, Cuz she's so daft, dumb and bliind When he's around her she just doesn't see, he should be me She digs the way that he talks, Stokes on his flairs when he walks Bitchen, yea he's so boss he goes with the flow, and still deals blow 70's Guy, you blow me away/so hip in your day/admit that you're gay Gnarly, she knows what he means, Harleys and drugs set the scenes So '90's, yea, he can't help himself but to prove he's got a '70's groove His Farrah Fawcett hair proves the point, Viagra mixed with beak and a joint Amounts to Miss Chico State's version of new romance, she's nearly into his pants Brave New Third WorldI can find some balance with you, if I let you get the better of meWe'll both bend in the end satisfaction will be guaranteed Sometimes it's so hard to just wait, I'm not always sure that I can It's so easy for you to say 'grow up and act like a man' Years crumble by, but the customs hold fast So let's have a big hand for the 3rd World Full of culture and trapped in the past There's so many things that we want, oh so many things we can't stand You can gamble your life away and only wind up with sand Out of my mind in a world quite deranged So how's about a nice hand for the 3rd World It's revolting yet won't stand for change Race and religion, tradition won't lie So nice to be a victim of the Brave New 3rd World Life's a bitch may as well just get high BrainstallStop thinking 'bout the things that you should've said, yea, yea, yeaStart thinking 'bout the world that you've gotta conquer Stop thinking 'bout the crap that you should've done, yea........ Start doin' what you should be doin' with or without her Same old story, yes it's sad, you fouled up we all feel bad Thought for once you had it all It's ridiculous you know, she was too hip had to go Pull your head out of this brainstall Life is easy now but all you wanna do is to cry, waa, waa, a waahaa Can't be happy so I guess you're gonna just have to fake it Sad and lonely but you're really sick and tired you know why, why, why, why-hy Life is just as difficult as you wanna make it Note that happiness is really only all up to you, you, you, youhoo Take a step outside the world that you have created There's so very many people, places , things you can do, ooh........ Life's a bitch but so was she, now you're liberated RandyHe said, 'I wonder the what hell I'm waitin' for''So here's your hat' she said, 'and there's the door' 'Know you can depend on me, while you wander lustlessly' Oh so many, many times he said, 'I swear I won't go on the town and lose my head' 'Again' it just comes to this, a peck's not a good-night kiss' 'What was this?' 'This was bliss' Look out, the ladies all scream and shout He sashays with winsome flair, the King of Triangle Square Can't help but be the man he's meant to be A stranger on the town, a bounder on a spree That smile upon his face divulges a wastrel's grace He's out to find a way above the norm But Sassypants can find a port in any storm Perhaps he's a wanton wag just out for a scallyshag, 'What's your bag?' He's the randy skamp who's always man about town, yea He'll build you up and then tear you back down, London girl In a Film Star world, he's a London girl She wonders, 'What could be the key to happiness?' and 'Perhaps he shouldn't be here in a dress.' In Randy's world life's a play, a warm and soft, moist soiree She said, 'I wonder what the hell I'm waitin' for?' 'So here's your hat' he said, 'and there's the door' 'Know you can depend on me, while you wander lustlessly.' 'We're so free' the Queen of Triangle Square… He's the sassy pants who's always man about town, yea He'll build you up and he'll tear you back down, London girl, etc..... 'Is he really?' 'Oh yes he is' Soccer MomHere she comes, she comes, she comes, she comes alive.She comes in colors like the SUV she drives. This girl can handle anything that comes her way. She's smart, she's savvy, she's suburban, she's today She seems old fashioned yet still hip and in the know. Who is that modern woman always on the go? Who is the favorite KoolAid mother on the block? The one who brings the low-salt bacon home, and fries it in a wok In the big town all the boys said, “She's the bomb” But on this team she's another 'soccer mom' Has some real change occured or is it in her head? She wakes up Sundays when she used to go to bed. She can see why, she can see where, but can't see how. Traded the Apple for the Orange, girl, and you can't turn back now From “Where's my diaphragm?” to “What's a diatom?” Seems last year's fashion plate is this year's soccer mom Will there be time again for things you used to do? Whatever happened to the wild friend you once knew? Hard to remember now the freedom you once felt. But then again you traded Broadway for a housing tract greenbelt She bought a ticket and she sold the old dot.com. Deep in the thick of it this O.C. soccer mom It's not easy being nowhere doing something that you've never done. Who'd have dreamed it's comes to this? There's no one else so you're the one Not easy being somewhere, being something that you've never been Can't turn back now, you're in the carpool, time for you to sink or swim She thought her bite of the Big Apple was the most Now it's time to twist a slice of Orange Coast She' rather shop for shoes than face the weekly chores But then again they don't sell happiness in those designer stores Rearrange MeI said to myself I might need to get out of this placeI'm losing myself not to mention the whole human race She looked back at me as to claim I'd become quite a bore The truth is this story is old we've all heard it before So we walked down the dusty roads 2 by 2 as the crowd ambled by And we never questioned Why we'd embarked on a quest for a world of our own While everyone's wondering why we must do it alone It seemed like the way to go right 'til we'd boarded the train I'm glad that I'm here but can't say that I'd do it again Heave ho, Joe, you've got time and money to blow Are you searching for something or running away from your home? Sand and sea, what price would you pay to be free This world doesn't change so I guess I'll just rearrange me She said it's hard not to think about what they're all doin' at home Much better to do as the Romans do when you're in Rome I'm not sure that I came prepared to change all that I said There's no choice involved here 'cause soon enough we'll all be dead 'got a dime, maybe 2-bits to blow' Clearly I must be insane everyone seems to know They follow me calling my name wheresoever I go Still thinking about all the things that we left in that room Such mummified treasures exist like remains in a tomb Make way for beauracracy, make way for a simple new world While we wonder Can there be something here or is something amiss? Can we now or could we ever heal wounds with a kiss? Keep wondering who must have dragged whom along for the ride A plan oh so simple erases like sand with the tide I said to myself I might need to get out of this place I'm losing myself not to mention the whole human race She looked back at me as to claim I'd become quite a bore The truth is this story is old we've all heard it before So we walked down the dusty roads 2 by 2 as the crowd ambled by And we never questioned Why we'd embarked on a quest for a world of our own While everyone's wondering why we must do it alone It seemed like the way to go right 'til we'd boarded the train I'm glad that I'm here but can't say that I'd do it again Heave ho, Joe, you've got time and money to blow Are you searching for something or running away from your home? Sand and sea, what price would you pay to be free This world doesn't change so I guess I'll just rearrange me She said it's hard not to think about what they're all doin' at home Much better to do as the Romans do when you're in Rome I'm not sure that I came prepared to change all that I said There's no choice involved here 'cause soon enough we'll all be dead 'got a dime, maybe 2-bits to blow' Clearly I must be insane everyone seems to know They follow me calling my name wheresoever I go Still thinking about all the things that we left in that room Such mummified treasures exist like remains in a tomb Make way for beauracracy, make way for a simple new world While we wonder 'you've got time and money to blow' / 'the price must be paid to be free' Then she looks back at me as to say I've become quite the bore The truth is you'd better just watch what it is you wish for You AgainSomeone's looking for somebody everyday, something usually stands in the waySo many choices can't keep one's thinking clear Voices keep whispering in these ears Who's to say which one is right? Oh, it's you again, I guess I'll just say 'goodnight' Some find it essential to cultivate loneliness Still searching for more while they're striving for less Sad things can turn out so different from what they seem A nightmare evolves from a pleasant dream, still wondering if this just might And it's you again, and the hour to say 'goodnight' Some feelings are better off left unsaid, some thoughts must remain in your head A beautiful evening extinguished by morning sun Thus ending a notion that's not begun, both tortured and saved by the light I hear your voice again and I know I must say 'goodnight' Yes it's you again, and now I must say....... PotentialAre you gonna be the one, or just the one that got away?Is what we're havin' merely fun, let me know should there come a day When you want to be alone, when you want to do this on your own Don't concern yourself with me, each to his or her reality I've found that life is merely experiential You've got some things that I've always deemed as essential I know you know we've got so damned much potential, so much potential In so many little ways I find my back is pressed against a wall Each and every other day I wonder why we don't just chuck it all I never felt like this before, last I never really had a clue Instead of sleeping on the floor I suddenly wound up in bed with you Are you gonna be the one, or just the one that got away? Ballad Of Jonny DrummerPissed on the fire, he turned and walked awayPerhaps my time will come, not today Jonny doesn't live here anymore, grabbed his ragged knapsack headed out the door He watched his father fade and melt to dust Thus concluding that he must not lose his lust Money's hard to come by, he's got time, lives within a world without his mind Don't give up you taught me to be brave Remake yourself a home is not a grave We just said 'hello', I'm not quite ready, 'goodbye' Say goodbye Get up, get out, get off that rotten bed Wake up, shake out the cobwebs from your head Arise, awake, I'm certain that you can Get up, get up, get up, you stupid man Jonny doesn't live here anymore, grabbed his plastic wig and headed out the door The Right ThingReaching out for something as you hold fast to the nothing you've doneAnd it seems all too fair as you're left grasping at air Making sense was easy when you focused on the things that you know Now you feel so queasy, should you vacillate some more or just go All that once seemed pure now leads you to feel unsure You don't want to believe it, nor do I All we can say is 'we'll still be friends' And everyone knows it's really the means justify ends People might say it's a shame what we couldn't be Now that it seems the right thing for you isn't me Of course it started quickly, so wonderful and magic and new Then the road got tricky almost tragic but then what can one do? And it seems all too fair as your left gasping for air You don't want to believe, oh no, oh no Making sense was easy when you focus on the things that you knew Now you feel so queasy, should you vacillate some more, what to do? All that once seemed pure, now leads you to feel unsure You don't want to believe, oh no, oh no |