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1 | Ry Ry's Song
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| 2 | Siberian Kiss (Edit)
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| 3 | Modern Love Story
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| 4 | Convectuoso |
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Daryl Palumbo - vocals
Todd Weinstock - guitars
Justin Beck - guitars
Manuel Carrero - bass
Sammy Siegler - drums, percussion |
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All lyrics written by Daryl Palumbo. All music written by Glassjaw. |
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| 01. Ry Ry's Song
Yeah,
1, 2,
2, 1, fight, choke
There's a women sitting in a motel room
counting minutes and she's
adding to her list of one hour loves.
She's tired and the new will do
she'll replace the body,
his friends are good for bang-bang!
A amiable hobby,
She's got a secret.
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And he can't believe a thing you've said.
We're going nowhere,
and fair is fair.
And he can't believe a damn thing you said.
We're going nowhere,
and fair is fair.
The way you play with lives
is such a big disguise
we swear that
we're not gonna' take it under.
The way you play with lives
is such a big disguise
we swear
we're not running naked.
There's a man who's sitting in a motel
waiting for a hooker that he never applied for
is it even her?
and he can't believe a damn thing you've said.
We're going nowhere
and fair is fair.
Fight,Choke!
The way you play with lives
is such a big disguise
we swear that
we're not gonna' take it no more.
The way you fucked his life
is such a big disguise
we swear
we're not running naked.
Just when it's perfect
it's finite, he calls it
you said it's over,
it's over, So long.
Just when it's perfect
it's finite, he calls it
you said it's over,
it's over, So long.
The way you play with lives
is such a big disguise
we swear that
It's over, it's over, it's over.
The way you fucked his life
is such a big disguise
we swear
we're not running naked
He would would stay forever.
Just to say he saw you leave
and maybe things wouldnt be this way.
he would stay forever.
Just to say he saw you on your knees.
I burn the lamp.
When I burn when what I do, I do.
Everything I do for you.
But he hates you, hates you.
And I guess it's nothing new for you.
02. Siberian Kiss (Edit)
Give me back
my pictures of me.
Me, you and him makes three.
It figures the wheezing will measure your rate
of depress
and i hope you know.
Like a bitch in heat,
I hope she know.
So put another penny in and turn the crank
until the frames cease to move
and the movie turns into a photo,
a photo the size of a kiss
I hope she knows.
Staring at a porcilain sex flick
where the characters don't meet
the characters don't speak
and the characters are like mirrors facing mirrors:
Space always expanding.
So put another coin in and turn the crank
until the frames cease to move
and the movie turns into a photo,
a photo the size of my fist
I hope she knows.
A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself,
in a photo the size of a kiss
a kiss in the shape of a bullet.
On phone lines and letterheads
I'm dying about.
I've watched you whore yourself out for one more thing,
won't you sell yourself for one more.
There's always one more thing, why don't you sell yourself?
If I can't have you no one will.
Pushing a lover to love another.
Are you turned on?
Are you turned on?
(x2)
A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself,
in a photo the size of a kiss
a kiss in the shape of a bullet.
On phone lines and letter heads
I'm dying about
I'm dying about
A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself,
in a photo the size of a kiss
a kiss in the shape of a bullet.
I keep you jealously to myself.
(x4)
A kiss in the shape of a bullet.
03. Modern Love Story
A boy, a girl- a love story.
But why did it end in misery?
Taking our chances, getting our thrills..
Taking and taking but never getting our fill.
And this is what I see.
A modern love story.
Love defined on our TV.
Telling us, teaching us what we need.
Are we in love or just so alone,
That we´re looking for anyone to hold?
When the prey is caught, the thrill gone,
So we´ll switch partners and move along.
And we won´t use our brains,
Because our lust is too strong.
Overlooking the person to whom the body belongs.
04. Convectuoso
I am Caligula
Gluttun of gluttons
Men over women,
Man over woman,
The whore over man.
And I'm..
not ashamed to admit
I'ts not enough to say
"I love all of you"
And I'm aroused
You lie here, you lie here.
We are ok in a misguided sadist way
We are ok.
We are ok in a desabled veteran's way
We are ok.
Can I ever begin to imagine
The terrible
Itch in mine
It haunts your mind.
A family of five
The end of mine.
I died with wolves again.
I travel with thieves again
And I...
What did I teach you?
What did I teach you?
You're lying, you're lying
We are ok in a misguided sadist way
We are ok.
We are ok in a desabled veteran's way
We are ok.
So don't confuse why we put you here
Or your automation for individuality
A notch on my belt is how you shall exist
A notch on my bedpost is how you shall exist
And no more no less for the common good
That's you, American womanhood
That's you,
American womanhood.
It haunts your mind
It haunts your mind.
We are ok in a misguided sadist way
We are ok.
We are ok in a desabled veteran way
We're so cold.
Ha ha ha ha ha.