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In every car that passes me on the street
I search for the particular face
The lipstick trembles under boomlights
The lipstick my own brothers only trace
Was the birthday birthday ashtray
Carried all along this way now (and)
It was a gift from my little sister
On the very same day they took her away
And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now
All your dreams are cherry red inside your head
And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now
All your dreams are cherry red inside
In Hollywood I got the phone call
That made my heart and my limosine stall
Falling down in the hotel hall again
Little drunk from the Warners' Christmas ball
Cut by love and cut by switchblade
He's been gone nearly half a decade
Cut by love and cut by switchblade
He's been gone nearly half a decade
I still remember my brother
I see his face on the billboards
And the polaroids that stayed on my
pillow 'til they faded one sad grey, grey day
And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now
All your dreams are cherry red inside your head
And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now
All your dreams are cherry red inside
And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now
All your dreams are cherry red inside your head
And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now
All your dreams are cherry red inside -->
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2. |
Make It Precious
04:43
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We were the princes of the diamond district
Every caper made it in the paper
Dreams of your j**elry pulled me from my bed
And called me to a window
I'll crawl in through your window to watch you sleep
So the stars make 'em shine, make 'em shine shine shine over you
No matter what you do, gonna make this night shine over you
I'm standing here on your manicured lawn
I don't care if they find I'm not home
Everything about this night is right
Oh but you must change your life
I know now it makes my heart so strong to be on the bow
Every single last lifeboat to be found
Only to end up drowning in the tears of a clown
Oh it makes me so tired of it all
Oh we were the princes of the diamond district
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/jonathan-fire-eater/tremble-under-boom-lights/make-it-precious.html]
Every caper made it in the paper
We wore those black turtle necks so tight
Curtains so dense will part for us tonight
Here come the rubies and sapphires so bright
Make 'em shine make 'em shine make 'em shine shine shine over you
No matter what you do, gonna make this light shine over you
I know now it makes my heart so strong to be on the bow
Of the single last lifeboat to be drowned
Just to end up drowning in the tears of a clown
Oh it makes me so tired of it all
What a laugh - sitting on the........
To get through to you
It's important that you know
How I want all the shadows on my street
To converge every time it snows
And have the conversation that they really mean
Oh thats how it goes, like a burlesque show when my hearts not sold
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Give Me Daughters
04:10
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If ever this motorcycle
go slip in the mud now
Let me have these children
to carry down the blood
If ever this ruby rings
were slipping form my cold fingers
Let the be pa**ed down now
and honey let my ghost linger
Well I will raise em, I will raise em
I will raise, I will raise
I will raise em
Oh
In the city surrounded by water
Now give me daughters
and make ‘em one two three
I will raise them
They'll go to church with me
Everyday in everyway
I gave ‘em all I had
And I walk along okay
Oh, oh!
(tired or you're hungry
or you've had too much sugar)
Now give me daughters
and make ‘em one two three
I will raise them
they will look like me
and when they've send
send me away
Well I will always pray for a happy birthday
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/jonathan-fire-eater/tremble-under-boom-lights/give-me-daughters.html]
When the night coming down on crutches
you will never be alone
Oh you will become so beautiful
to think of it makes me cry
And every month
A brand new letter
Written from my motel kitchen
To telephone you jokes and a little hope
If you ever get tired of living
If ever this motorcycle
Should take a slip
slip in the mud now
oh let me have children now
to carry down the blood
If you're hungry
or you're tired
or you had too much sugar
oh, let me be
the one that looks down on you
Alright eh!
Alright!
Come on!
Now give me daughters
and make ‘em one two three
I will raise them
They'll go to church with me
Everyday in everyway
I gave ‘em all I had
And I walk along okay
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4. |
The Beautician
03:46
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5. |
Winston Plum: Undertaker
04:41
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Sitting in the office
Thinking of the coffins that come and go
They are bought and sold again
Black lacquered maple
Obituaries stapled to bulletin boards that read "welcome aboard my friends"
The moss and the rotten flowers
The punch the turns it turns too sour
The casket of the hour causes faces to cower and fails to empower
Oh, this would never do of course
We must be true, true to the law that sprung them from their stables
And cut them down from their cables
Oh my Great Aunt Cindy, she had an open casket
And I was crying 'cause her mouth was all crooked now
Saints and lightning bolts
Save me from the hole
I got struck again and it's time to begin again
But my cousin he just cracked
And when his elevator went to the top
Oh how we swore how we'd never come down
But there's just no place in this business for clowns
This would never do of course
We must be true, true to the law
That sprung them from their stables
And cut them down from their cables
And brought them here to these hallowed halls
Where with the hands of an artist they are embalmed
If ever a blemish or a waxy finish should taint the star of the hour
Oh the life of an undertaker
I would give it all up to be
If ever a blemish or a waxy finish
Should taint the star of the hour
Moss and the rotten flowers
The punch that turns, it turns too sour
This would never do of course
We must be true true to the law
That spring them from their stables
And cut them down from their cables
And brought them here to these hallowed halls
Where with the hand of an artist they are embalmed
Moss and the rotten flowers
The punch that turns it turns to sour
This would never do of course
We must must be true, true to the law
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7. |
The Cakewalk Of Crime
03:37
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8. |
When Prince Was A Kid
03:19
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9. |
The City Never Sleeps
03:37
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10. |
In The Head
03:58
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