Bleach Boys & Beach Girls (Official Video)
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Plascent Folk
03:30
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All the wall walk spots and rue talk back on top
We reviled, dime-spayed. Treat, center misters
Junior senior, two-head hair, for elimination
Come the trucking cougher without minus furs
Butt it anti-aging sheep, keeping holey pie
“Saucer kicks one ceII, man," fork Royal jelly up
Fluid amps shoved into mine, broad and Iotion can
Baby soother bucket ring, cleanser final cusp
They finer wine, in barrel oak
To choose the time of Plascent folk
And cavern shoot in common cool
Sentry sublime of Plascent folk
To those: cane switch suffrage. Down to burrowed badgers
White Powderade! It sparkles in gratuitous calm.
Flitting small of hemlock, Tuesday liver past
When she washed marine to laps in pressing palms
Monday fraught the moods across the rat and many moons
Thursday has been kenneled, lay thee fecund split
Friday mound legged Armistice, one last and ditty effort
And every such a Sunday bless a sainted script
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My Collection
03:41
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Well that was then and now again
I’ll let it go until it breaks
There’s a leak around the dirt clod
But oh let’s mind, oh mind the gates
My collection, oh my collection
It’s not going to get any better
My collection, oh my collection
It not going to last forever
Books are coming — you can’t hide down
Beneath the words you used to know ‘em
They all climb a ladder but can’t stay
Except the one you ask to be goin’
My collection, oh my collection
It’s not going to get any better
My collection, oh my collection
It not going to last forever
We want complete what must be missing
But it’s sure to end too early (soon)
One rare card blows in the desert
Still wait lost under the searching (moon)
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3. |
Beacon From RKO
02:31
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Far from the pleasure dome
Message of wrong gone home
Here they come, strange cargo
Beacon from RKO
She left without her word
She left another world
Went back to bright and coal
Beacon from RllO
Lost ln another plane
Mr. Hughes out of frame
Hiding in Val Lewton’s coat
Beacon from RKO
Let’s beam, out of the past
Kahn screws original cast
Pictures like a radio
Beacon from RKO
Lost in another plane
Outer frame, out of Kane
Musuraca light ‘em low
Beacon from RKO
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The landing was so soft
Stranded from the stars
Minor magnified, like a sun
Meanwhile ship the sand
Stranger on the shore
Singing from the shells, come undone
Bleach boys & Beach girls
All the surfers on the prowl
Bleach boys & Beach girls
The world is just one big towel
Hat can't front it more
Face can't frame it less
Eyes big as eternal, two as one
Thanks pour over me
Silver tomes of hair
Written in the wine, lost begun
Bleach boys & Beach girls
Batmen surf in cowls
Bleach boys & Beach girls
The world is just one big towel
Lamp pierced the moon loft
Earned cake motorboy
Red tied for his slim joy, sainted race
Bleach boys & Beach girls
Catwomen on the howl
Bleach boys & Beach girls
The world is just one big towel
Slim Jays
Slim Jays
Slim Jays
Saint Race
Red Tide
Outta Sight
Slim Jays
Slim Jays
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5. |
My Master Bull
02:30
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Dear Ribald
My dear one, yer plaster result
Plus peasant sent bald tox, from planet 10 Tent
When mongrel eats itself, the classics are due
Live fortune queen, cache 15 percent
Now competing isthmus, slog Feature the join
She sure crackpotted haint -- a leg in kill pole
Turbot & Snow Flock Two, will dollar her brass
Parkside coincide. One Sunday club hole
But give us our check, please
Wringing our peg full
Gain the weight aweigh away await
My 66, my master bull
Young ransom of zealot, cudgel reap pears
Algonquin canoe with Natalie in chase
Falling over the moonshine when none put out
Fire palest Cat'lina, shoes stockings a waste
But give us our check, please
Wringing our peg full
Gain the weight aweigh away await
My 66, my master bull
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Little red, little bright
You'll be in big E too
My second is my 2 tongue
And bagged our favorite tour
Green turn up yellow rib
Blue attack unsoftly
Purple oozing white arm eggs
Running pepper salt
Beatles forever
Forever for always
The charging for the ear
And change of Beatles forever
Beatles forever
So the tired key lime
Drip cast bug in butter
Flambic acid motor
Still little red, murder
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Message of Mother
03:03
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She said, but last when if
We combed together, two was
Shuttered bare, Ajo countess
I failed our backyard's fuzz
Mother, you have been without your knowing
(You have been here all alone)
Mother, can you wait where I am going?
Cause the crack, she curses her
The one of us, we rant
Our onions soaking livers
Til home we sailward slant
White pearl, sing heavy son
But four heart aces of course
Three of us cared Lomond Loch
Danny sold true love's remorse
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8. |
Well in Fact She Said
03:47
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A fairey good manager
Brain clusters to clutter
From the bottom bled pool
And bonney and barrow
Laid them all together
Die at 34 speed
Over an Alamo surgeon
Bedding red breading
This dirty Tex heaven
And the buzz bugs
Not apple scums or pain in faint tires
Caned sugar fed versus metallic
But her glasses gold were it all it were
Well in fact she said, well in fact she said
The cousin couldn't pitch
No cents in fence banks
It's the sorrow of luck
Lonely skirts are cursing
And she won't last nickels
Sell out your snot drop punk
There will be a romance
Gun dig up solid love
Dumb enough to be right
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MRI
02:48
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MRI, MRI
But it’s a 7:30
15 or 45 minute
It’s clean for dirty
I’m balancing to our mass
Succumbing for a peach
Equal quality numb
Less dumb, frightened leech
Go go go Mr. I, go go
Magneto go, Magneto go go
MRI, tunnel time
But it’s nearer to 8
Judah N throw a curve
It’s likely ransom late
Cap Peterson cap shelf
So sad and keep holy
It’s too new and raise it up
The head is just so empty
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10. |
Pink Bag for Rip Torn
03:39
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We’re missing him today
Four blue and two forlorn
Turns out he’s still alive
Pink bag for Rip Torn
No one knows what is kept
And daily brings him back
For years where he has slept
Inside the mystery sack
Pink bag for Rip Torn
Pink bag for Rip Torn
Pink bag for Rip Torn
Pink bag Pink bag
He’d tell the world if could
Oath of silence sworn
Bomb can’t peel womblike shell
So many wait unborn
One day his ticket’s torn
His turn for the sheet
Gone but never gone at all
Rip will rest in peace
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11. |
Scar Crow
04:15
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Movement to movies reeling from model in mohair
Concealment congeal with concord organ fail
You want to make me sick when the hayloft hums
Hanging a basket full moon calico stable girl
Scar crow barn crow heartless hurling for fruit show
It was a dead paint silver without a chest of gas-gun
Dusty dog was a willful impertinent auntie hero
And the whirlwind hammers and saws and Studio 2
And it was beautiful. Ventrified.
The dark cloud was real! Terrified.
And we came, and we gang, and we rose.
Let them caw, don't listen to the crows.
Loved the opium road and the snow buried feeled mice
The emerald deal wasn't plain nor brave awake
No hunger and no hurt makes emptiness a bonus
What tears you apart may later wing into homestead
And it was beautiful. Ventrified.
The dark cloud was real! Varified.
And we came, and we gang, and we rose.
Let them caw, don't listen to the crows.
Scar crow bran brain two days older enough
By gale to wretched tree, fed of wringing necks
Minding over matters of heart afterburner hearth
There's no place like hope here or anywhere else
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12. |
Goodbye Braverman
03:33
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A cigarette lighter, as big as a volume
Of H. J. Ellison’s complete short stories
Remember the day, oh, you wrote me away
Dedicated to our mental bridge glories
If I was a braver man, I wouldn’t have laughed
Could it be that you forgot to ask?
If I was a braver man, I would have gone last
With my pilloried castle, the raven so ripe
A box of eggs, a carful of mourners
Decorator dog despised and suck down
So funeral-ready for Cocky The Coroner
You wonder, Outsider, who is speechless in zest
The wanderer inside, off heads to sexy war zones!
A sorry typewriter, both spewing and choked
The cigarette lighter, small coffin for mice bones
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13. |
Top Venom
03:01
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I am short of breath
I am in pain
I am choking
I am feeling sick
I want to be suctioned
I want to be comforted
I want to get out of bed
I want to go home
I am radiate
When is this tube coming out
I’m dull and numb
What is happening?
I want medicine
One shot and two pills
I want mealtime
Two shots and more pills
I am eating chalk
I want top venom
When one was left out
Another one leg lost
I want medicine
One shot and two pills
I want mealtime
Two shots and more pills
I am feeling sick
I am choking
I am in pain
I am short of breath
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The Minus 5 Portland, Oregon
The Minus 5 is a rock/folk/pop collective captained by Scott McCaughey (see: "Scott McCaughey" c/o "The Internet", for further reliable information), with Peter Buck often aboard as communications officer. Collaborators regularly feature friends from Wilco, Decemberists, Posies, and literally hundreds of other recalcitrant comrade combos. Everyone gives their all, and no one can be counted on. ... more
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