Josh Rouse / Kurt Wagner - Chester Thu, 23 Mar 2000 17:03:19 +0100 "Gunnar Hedlund" "Hans Settler" Thanks to Gunnar! @ARTIST: Josh Rouse / Kurt Wagner @ALBUM: Chester @SONG: Somehow You Could Always Tell blood absored into the bread of man grows heavy on the plate and if the bread were eaten with a meal it wouldn't taste so great in every kitchen, in every house on good days or in bad content or bitchin', you turn to the light that falls on the things you had and it's always something else you have in mind and you always notice when something isn't right let the fork fall from your hand your hand, your hand behold the rock and roll its mossy ass over on its side look to see the grubs and little silverfish scurry from the light a child is playing with the volume knob and the radio goes dead a father speaks and then an ambulance is heard outside your head and it's always something else you have in mind and you always notice when something isn't right let the stone fall back again again, again, again @SONG: That's What I Know he takes the panties from the line he puts the things inside the drawer he ties the garbage with a string he gets the paper from the store he sees a bit afro out in the distance next to the old parked car, that he is leaning against he checks his pocket for a light he puts the key back in the door he sees the figure to his right and when all my trials are over and all my friends are there I won't ask you for no money I won't ask you for no dare and when all my trials are over and all my friends are there I won't ask you for no money I won't ask you for no dare this is what I know, this is what I know a search for seaman and Sinatra brings up a memory from the past it comes with pictures and a promise but his modem's not that fast oh you cheap, country plowboy there for an instant joy you are regretful and he is insistent there you have problems, you have scattered on the floor compassion's unearthly light and when all my trials are over and all my friends are there I won't ask you for no money I won't ask you for no dare and when all my trials are over and all my friends are there I won't ask you for no money I won't ask you for no thang this is what I know ... @SONG: Table Dance do a little dance around the table tell a little tale about despair keep in mind you never had a weakness or at least one you never had to share this is not a story or a fable not even substance for a stare a desperate cry for hope and reason these feelings catch you unaware when they've collected all your tragic endings and the feel the every move you make to look behind and see the traces of your latest mistake between the late and early morning you pull the cover from the chair and you take the pieces from the package and you place them somewhere over there when they've collected all your tragic endings and the feel the every move you make to look behind and see the traces of your latest mistake I am your living proof of purchase with sorry notes we do compare the prickly pear, the shitty season the overwhelming sence of fair, play when they've collected all your tragic endings and the feel the every move you make to look behind and see the traces of your latest mistake @SONG: 65 before the bitching and the bore the end of the cold war the principles, they were apparent like the buckets beside the door the shoulder carries more than the sum of all our parts together it's extraneous, aware did you say to us, I don't care there's dust on my particulars of that you can be certain it's times like these when I'm alone I miss the iron curtain oh 65, oh 65 now the trouble with hanging out is the frequency of doubt as it enters into the new equation in the circus of the stars there's the likelihood that ours it's a cheaper form of neurosis it's extraneous, aware did you say to us, I don't care there's dust on my particulars of that you can be certain it's times like these when I'm alone I miss the iron curtain the good things they proceed to rot the uselessness of smoking pot you think of things you haven't got to say oh 65, oh 65, oh 65, oh 65 @SONG: I Couldn't Wait covering you, cradle your head hellacious view, salacious red simple problems send the pain you take your bicycle out of the rain people you both hated the problem are jaded I hear you don't any way for I call my heart attack shed me a tear, make me a mess I would not call you up this late if I'da known you'd be this way proud shapes before you call maybe, I'll know you everyone will all the same I couldn't wait ... I fiddled, you faked it more riddled than rated how many fingers do I have up thought maybe you would like to wait out in the lobby while they debate the uncertain future it is close at hand laid out like doughnuts, the promised land we parted, we waited we lost and we hated how much of this can you really take I couldn't wait