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Normal
02:49
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Normal
(Sharon Labor)
I’m as American as Saturday Night Live
Just another sad sort
Choking on the pie
I step up to plate
I never understand why
I can’t hit that homerun
It’s just another pop-fly
I’m as American as Marilyn Monroe
Just not sure what to make of GI Joe
I hollered eenie meenie
It won’t let me go
Feel like I’m stuck on a ride
To an all-time low
Excuse me if I seem a little amiss
But I can’t seem to see myself
Clear of all this
I try to get along
I just end up pissed
At all the things people say
And the things they dismiss
You tell me I’m normal
just not normal enough
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2. |
Slippery
03:26
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Slippery
(Sharon Labor)
Your friends are buried deep and dark
Under your last pop blunder
Go on, sell ‘em another hack
Cause they don’t seem to wonder
You better hope they never wake up
from the spell that they’re under
still we’re scraping off the moss
‘cause it’s our souls given thunder
It’s not yours, it never was
You return your invitation
Like some lost little sheep,
Well you ain’t been out in ages
Yet you’re sad that we can’t meet
So you lie down and you look up
With your eyes so sweet
Do you think I can’t tell
There’s a wolf at my feet
It’s not yours, it never was
Slippery
Here on the high road
Slippery
Getting’ by I’m on overload
Slippery
I don’t want to fall below
Slippery
There’s one thing you gotta know
It’s not yours, it never was
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3. |
Ran It Through Me
03:43
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Ran It Through Me
(S. Labor)
And the moments pattered by
like windy rain against thin glass
And the moments pattered by
…..rhythmless.
I remember each battered silence,
how slowly the pain wouldn’t pass.
I could fall to my knees
To my knees, to my knees,
Fall to my knees, to my knees!
But, you’d submerge in delight.
So I stand legs locked
like two pillars of stone
Sink into my numbness
Content and alone
…..rhythmless.
Sweet sanctimonious penance, mmmm…
how slowly the pain wouldn’t pass
Still I bleed and I bleed and I bleed inside
bleed and I bleed and I bleed inside
bleed and I bleed and I bleed inside
bleed and I bleed and I bleed
Me, adrift in the melancholy
You ran it through me
You tried to do me in
You ran it through me
You tried to do me in
You ran it through me
You tried to do me in
You ran it though me
Brought it to me
Tried to screw me,
down.
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4. |
I Don't Think
03:32
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I Don’t Think
(Sharon Labor)
I see the evening news
no I’m not amused
watching the cops take down
yet another short fuse
Tell me please tell me
what medicine he used
to render his soul
so terminally confused?
I see the have and have-nots
mulling over their lots
Is it used, is it trashed
is it everything you want
Tell me please tell me
does it matter to you
Or are you just skatin’ by
doin’ like you do?
I see the sick and the lame
living in shame
While we’re all led to believe
they’re just playing some game
Tell me please tell me
Do you want to know their names
or are they all to you
just one in the same?
I see the fear and frustration
all this useless legislation
Lost your rights, lose your mind
it’s worldwide gentrification
Tell me please tell me
What you think you’re gonna do
but, you better think quick
before there’s nothing left to lose
No I don’t think
To myself
What a wonderful world.
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5. |
Oblivion
03:34
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Oblivion
(Sharon Labor)
Impaled on a fine line between focus and blur
That stark switch lost within split seconds in time
I want to say here for the sheer, I want to stay here for the sheer
For the sheer
Oblivion of the space...
Crystal clear crunch smooth restless abandon
On the same tick of the clock it all seem to stop
Motionless suspension, failure to mention
Thoughtless sole intention, sole intention, soul intention
Mmmph and I am given…
As blissful as serious as first love, divine
Alluring still thirsty, oh I’ve run out of time
Drenched quenched benched in
by boundaries of limitless desire…
This feverish spin.
I turn as the world,
Oblivious…
…to my dizziness
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6. |
Say Uncle
03:20
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Say Uncle
(Sharon Labor)
Most of the time I can’t escape the strife
At every turn I’m sliding up against somebody’s knife
All the butterflies in my stomach have died
And I ain’t got nothing left worth a goddamned fight
I wish I was brave, like my mother
Despite the lack of air, she never smothered
Truth ain’t nothing but lust and disgust
Compromised again by someone I trust
My brittle heart’s broken lying in its own dust
My head hangs down it’s underhanded, unjust
I wish I brave like my mother
She always had her own back, she never needed another
The desperate mind of love prohibited
Starving demented magnetically dark
Rapes its victims painfully slow
Secretly festering in puddles of un-pure desire
Reeking of emotionally unclean
Continually misunderstood feeling
Crying in alibi pain
Suspiciously alone
Tormented.
Everything turns out so hollow and mean
A little unholy and a little obscene
One thing I know there ain’t no difference between
Holding on tight or letting go of your dreams
I wish I brave like my mother
Solid as a rock no matter what she suffered
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7. |
Can You Help Me
02:56
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Can you Help Me
(Sharon Labor)
Can you help me brother
I need to write a new song
Can you help me sister
help me sing along
Can you help me lover
when my words turn out all wrong
Can you help me
Can you sit tight baby
from the darkness to the dawn
Can you fly straight baby
when everything you got is all but gone
Can you do right baby
in the face of all that’s wrong
Can you Help Me
Dove head first
Into your pool of deep blue manipulation
Soaked in and soggy
Stagnate saturation
You held me under with one hand free
For your egotistical masturbation
And I learned how to die
Under a wave of infatuation
A pain so hard I couldn’t conjure
In my darkest imagination
But if you knew how much I loved you
You wouldn’t feel the pain
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8. |
I Am Nothing
03:19
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I Am Nothing
(Sharon Labor)
I watch the skies
as they fade away
Dissipation, drifting,
another slow death
comes to ruin the day
I pretend I’m safely nestled
deep and warm within they grey
far above the stony men
in their castles where they lay
but, my mind won’t be fooled,
no matter what I say,
from my hands to my heart
I struggle and betray
in the dogma sludge of useless vow
I wither and obey
I am collected in the interest
of the karma that I pay
I am nothing more than I am today.
I am nothing more, nothing more!
Oh baby can you?
Oh baby won’t you?
Oh baby need you to take me till I’m clean
Not part of the machine
The everyday empty schemes
The wild lonely things,
dreams, dreams dreams, dreams.
Just take me till they’re all that they seem.
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