Soundtrack To Mary Soul Coughing

Easy places to get away to. Easy limbs languid all around you. All my time is Dirt on your hands. Fingers drifting Down my spine now. Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall. Soundtrack to Mary.

Mary Without Sound Motion City Soundtrack

Mary go round I'd like to see you when the summer sun sets down Straight from the pages into memories that hang around I can't believe that there is nowhere you can go And not be found without sound From

Down To This Soul Coughing

You come down to this.

Bus To Beelzebub Soul Coughing

As for my single self I had as life not be as live To be in awe of such a thing as I myself As for my own concern I had as think to think As keep on thinking not so hard as for the brain to burn And at

Bus To Beelzebug Soul Coughing

Get on to the bus That's gonna take you back to Beelzebub Get on to the bus That's gonna make you stop going rub a dub Your words burn the air Like the names of candy bars Your mouth is cold and red All

Sleepless Soul Coughing

exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers jewels cleaving skin between breasts your cadillac reads 400 horses over blue lines you are going to Recida to make love to a model from Ohio whose real

Screenwriters Blues Soul Coughing

exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers jewels cleaving skin between breasts your cadillac reads 400 horses over blue lines you are going to Recida to make love to a model from Ohio whose real

Super Bon Bon(Propellorheads mix) Soul Coughing

If I stole Somebody else's wave To fly up. If I rose Up with the avenue Behind me. Some kind of verb. Some kind of moving thing. Something unseen. Some hand is motioning to rise, to rise, to rise.

Super Bon Bon Soul Coughing

If I stole Somebody else's wave To fly up. If I rose Up with the avenue Behind me. Some kind of verb. Some kind of moving thing. Something unseen. Some hand is motioning to rise, to rise, to rise.

Blueeyed Devil Soul Coughing

Born to be a God among Salesmen. Working the skinny tie. Slugging down fruit juice. Extra tall extra wide. 33 degrees Six hundred and sixty six Dig digging it, come on. Moving door to door to door.

Lazybones Soul Coughing

When all the limbs are numb and clean, and you're in transit, dream to dream, I'll drift there to meet you, lazybones.

Super Bon Bon (Propellerheads Radio Edit Ver.) Soul Coughing

When you were languishing in rooms I built to file you in, And when the wind set down in funnel form and pulled you in [chorus] I don't need to walk around in circles, Walk around in circles, walk around

Uh, Zoom Zip Soul Coughing

Zoom zip and uh wake up, uh zoom zip My eye like a noisegate the number 8 frustrate and I roll to the floor fruit to the fruit to the core of a spheroid embedded in my skull the round the zero the symbol

Misinformed Soul Coughing

It is like a burden to the beat, to the long gone. I was once misinformed about your intentions. Were you right to burn the rock star? Were you right to drop the roster?

Maybe I'll Come Down Soul Coughing

Dumb bah did du dumb I need time to scrounge the rent, need time to contemplate the accident I got to drag my ass to now, how did I come to stop here?

Rolling Soul Coughing

I've gotta get a new balm I've gotta get a tight tension on I've got to slip it up until the rush gets gone I've got to feel it with the hot mind on I'm rolling Hey Norman was it thrown with a broken arm

Fully Retractable Soul Coughing

Shooed out like a house fly This house was half my mind I don't dispute the doubts you've outlined But it's my right to waste your time These things May come to be and these things won't kill me and these

True Dreams Of Wichita Soul Coughing

Signal got lost to the satellite Got lost in the Rideup to the Plungedown; Man sends the ray of the electric light Sends the impulse Through the air Down to home And you can stand On the arms Of the Waynesburg

St. Louise Is Listening Soul Coughing

I stopped the thought before it's drip became insistent I rubbed it out and loved the spot where it was missing She's widely known the only maquereau that pays her taxes I got to box her for the money,

Circles Soul Coughing

When you were languishing in rooms I built to foul you in And when the wind set down in funnel form and pulled you in I don't need to walk around in circles When the ghostly dust of violence traces everything

Pensacola Soul Coughing

Oh pride is not a sin, And that's why I have gone on down to Wal-Mart With my checkbook to get you some.

The Idiot Kings Soul Coughing

Oh I could be Condemned to Hell for every sin but littering. I could Slip on the East River and crash into Queens all skittering. I've seen the Cops and the robbers, and I know they dance the same.

Screenwriter's Blues Soul Coughing

Everything is going up Everything is going as planned, yeah Everything moves along Everything is fine, fine, fine Oh I could be Condemned to Hell for every sin but littering I could Slip on the East River

300 Soul Coughing

Lifting me up like a garage door I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on I know you Lord are a jealous lord I know the tablet is your competition And I need for you to be reasonable How much?

Houston Soul Coughing

I met a girl on roller skates Ahe had a spare bag, she had lost some weight Where I used to work, she was a waitress She proposed a trade, it was generous She's gone to Houston, feel like I'm floating

Soft Serve Soul Coughing

The body like soft serve, dripping down in the June sun, I tried to shoot a thought, but the thought sunk. Nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt and Watch the water roll down.

Monster Man Soul Coughing

Stop hitching the monster man It was a bad plan, but I had to get to town Unbitten, but the way I found it was a hand came down And pow, I got illuminated That's why I have got my mind in my own Hand over

Janine Soul Coughing

Janine, I drink you up, Janine, Janine, I sing, If you were the Baltic Sea and I were a cup, uh huh, Varick Street and I drove South, With my hands on the wheel and your taste in my mouth, Janine, Jesus to

I Miss The Girl Soul Coughing

How many cans must I stack up To wash you out of my mind, Out of my consciousness? How many times must I cash out To bring you back the check, fat Off of my slenderness? She says

How Many Cans Soul Coughing

How many cans must I stack up To wash you out of my mind, Out of my consciousness? How many times must I cash out To bring you back the check, fat Off of my slenderness? She says

Buddha Rhubarb Butter Soul Coughing

I stopped the thought before its drip became insistent, I rubbed it out and loved the spot where it were missing, She's widely known the only maquereau that pays her taxes, I got to box her for the money

The Incumbent Soul Coughing

A jaw-grind, disposistion to a panic attack On this side the incumbent And who quoth There's only one everything Red sucker mouth

White Girl Soul Coughing

arrived unmarked helicopters hovering the lord is coming soon unmarked helicopters hovering they said it was a weather balloon but i know the truth i know the whole shebang i know the names of men they had to

City Of Motors Soul Coughing

From the motor city to the city of dis. They trace his travel by his credit card. No sleep, smokes, and he's nauseous. No sleep, smokes, and he's nauseous. Flicks an ash like a wild loose comma.

Collapse Soul Coughing

the soil is rich Competition fat Ripe and vulnerable Oozing from the slats And too cash-heavy, bloated Sitting there all puckered up Index of numbers is Scrolling upscreen, scrolling up Smash it down to

Unmarked Helicopters Soul Coughing

arrived Unmarked Helicopters hovering The lord is coming soon Unmarked Helicopters hovering They said it was a weather balloon I know the truth I know the whole shebang I know the names of men they had to

Moon Sammy Soul Coughing

Automatically your mind goes down the stairwell to the chair; your body says Moon Sammy, can you come back? Strum it. Moon Sammy washes. In the sink. Below the sink. There is a drain.

Mr Bitterness Soul Coughing

Automatically your mind goes down the stairwell to the chair; your body says Moon Sammy, can you come back? Strum it. Moon Sammy washes. In the sink. Below the sink. There is a drain.

Mary, Mary Chumbawamba

No virgin me For I have sinned I sold my soul For sex and gin Go call a priest All meek and mild And tell him, "Mary Is no more a child."

Mary Big Country

I was waiting For a sign of something Was there only one thing I could call my own I was looking For a new beginning For a way of winning All that I was owed Oh, Mary How could they see When I lose it

Paint Soul Coughing

A murder of lawyers in overcoats. A murder of lawyers in overcoats. A murder of lawyers in overcoats, shoulders up, heads slung low, looking like a swarm of M's swarming the crosswalk. Looking up a...

16 Horses Soul Coughing

At times a secondThe speaker movesMagnetism pushesThe impulse throughBut I can't keep that speedI can't generate that frequencyWhat the sound pressure level meansWants a randomized electronsI can't...

Blame Soul Coughing

Blame Is the cure Cure anything Throw the rudder down Throw the rudder down Broad Latitude Broad latitude Throw the rudder down Throw the rudder down

So Far I Have Not Found The Science Soul Coughing

I don't mind the worry following me like a dinosaurI don't fear I am descending into the molten coreSo far, I have not found the scienceBut the numbers keep on circling meI'm gonna give you most of...

Is Chicago, Is Not Chicago Soul Coughing

A mandrives a planeinto theChrysler buildingSaskatoon is in the roomPoulsbo is in the roomBennetsville is in the roomPalmyra is in the roomIs ChicagoIs not ChicagoIs ChicagoIs not ChicagoA mancuts ...

Sugar Free Jazz Soul Coughing

Normalize the signal and you're banging on freonpaleolithic eonput the fake goatee onand it booms as cool assugar free jazzSchools he bombs, he bombsStack wax lie like a placematwon't lapor help yo...

Casiotone Nation (Live) Soul Coughing

The five percent Nation of corduroy.The five percent Nation of Marlboro.The five percent Nation of pay-per-view.The five percent Nation of nipple clamps.The five percent Nation of Milton Bradley.Th...

Supra Genius Soul Coughing

Normalize the signal and you're banging on freonpaleolithic eonput the fake goatee onand it booms as cool assugar free jazzSchools he bombs, he bombsStack wax lie like a placematwon't lapor help yo...

4 Out Of 5 Soul Coughing

Her knees thrust in one directionlike a symbol of math, a symbol meaning Greater ThanI come recommended by four out of fiveI'm a factor in the whole planFour and five therefore nineNine and nine th...

Disseminated Soul Coughing

The Goat chewed upOnce a tin canThe Goat shat outwas a Ford SedanLike an eyeballLike a square cutLike a funny carLike a monster truckCall up bop and I'm bunting stomachKoko mop I chop chunking plum...