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Tremble Under Boom Lights

by Jonathan Fire*Eater

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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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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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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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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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released October 25, 2019

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