Stuck Between Stations
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| - | there are nights when i think that [[sal paradise]] was right. [[boys and girls in america have such a sad time together]]. | + | there are nights when i think that [[sal paradise]] was right. [[boys and girls in america have such a sad time together]].<br> |
| - | sucking off each other at the demonstrations. | + | sucking off each other at the demonstrations.<br> |
| - | making sure their makeup's straight. | + | making sure their makeup's straight.<br> |
| - | crushing one another with collossal expectations. | + | crushing one another with collossal expectations.<br> |
dependent, undisciplined, sleeping late. | dependent, undisciplined, sleeping late. | ||
| - | she was a really cool kisser and she wasn't all that strict of a christian. | + | she was a really cool kisser and she wasn't all that strict of a christian.<br> |
| - | she was a damn good dancer but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend. | + | she was a [[damn good dancer]] but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend.<br> |
| - | he likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration. | + | he likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration.<br> |
| - | most nights were crystal clear but tonite its like it's stuck between stations | + | most nights were crystal clear but tonite its like it's stuck between stations<br> |
on the radio. | on the radio. | ||
| - | the devil and [[john berryman]] took a walk together | + | the devil and [[john berryman]] took a walk together<br> |
| - | they ended up on washington talking to the river | + | they ended up on [[washington]] talking to the river<br> |
| - | he said "I surrounded myself with doctors and deep thinkers | + | he said "I surrounded myself with doctors and deep thinkers<br> |
| - | but big heads with soft bodies make for lousy lovers". | + | but big heads with soft bodies make for lousy lovers".<br> |
| - | there was that night that we thought that john berryman could fly. | + | there was that night that we thought that [[john berryman could fly.]]<br> |
| - | but he didnt so he died. | + | [[but he didnt so he died]].<br> |
| - | she said "you're pretty good with words but words won't save your life" | + | she said "you're pretty good with words but words won't save your life"<br> |
and they didn't so he died. | and they didn't so he died. | ||
| - | he was drunk and exhausted but he was critically acclaimed and respected. | + | he was drunk and exhausted but he was critically acclaimed and respected.<br> |
| - | he loved the [[golden gophers]] but he hated all the drawn out winters. | + | he loved the [[golden gophers]] but he hated all the drawn out winters.<br> |
| - | he likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration. | + | he likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration.<br> |
most nights were kind of fuzzy but that last night he had total retention. | most nights were kind of fuzzy but that last night he had total retention. | ||
| + | these twin city kisses.<br> | ||
| + | sound like clicks and hisses.<br> | ||
| + | and we all come down and drown in the [[mississippi river]]. | ||
| - | + | we drink<br> | |
| - | + | we dry up.<br> | |
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| - | we drink | + | |
| - | we dry up. | + | |
we crumble into dust. | we crumble into dust. | ||
| - | we get wet we corrode | + | we get wet we corrode<br> |
we get covered in rust. | we get covered in rust. | ||
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| + | [[Craig Finn]]: "Whenever I sing this song I realise that I am lying halfway through... I've actually never dated a girl who was a better dancer than I was." - [[August 25 - Cardiff, UK @ The Point|Cardiff Point 25th August 2007]]. | ||
Current revision as of 11:55, 10 January 2008
Stuck Between Stations is the first track from Boys and Girls in America. It is 4:10.
Lyrics
there are nights when i think that sal paradise was right. boys and girls in america have such a sad time together.
sucking off each other at the demonstrations.
making sure their makeup's straight.
crushing one another with collossal expectations.
dependent, undisciplined, sleeping late.
she was a really cool kisser and she wasn't all that strict of a christian.
she was a damn good dancer but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend.
he likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration.
most nights were crystal clear but tonite its like it's stuck between stations
on the radio.
the devil and john berryman took a walk together
they ended up on washington talking to the river
he said "I surrounded myself with doctors and deep thinkers
but big heads with soft bodies make for lousy lovers".
there was that night that we thought that john berryman could fly.
but he didnt so he died.
she said "you're pretty good with words but words won't save your life"
and they didn't so he died.
he was drunk and exhausted but he was critically acclaimed and respected.
he loved the golden gophers but he hated all the drawn out winters.
he likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration.
most nights were kind of fuzzy but that last night he had total retention.
these twin city kisses.
sound like clicks and hisses.
and we all come down and drown in the mississippi river.
we drink
we dry up.
we crumble into dust.
we get wet we corrode
we get covered in rust.
