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Elliott Smith- 2:45 AM


Elliott Smith - Angeles

Someone's always coming around here, trailing some new kill
Says I've seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill
And what's a game of chance to you, to him is one of real skill
So glad to meet you
Angeles
Picking up the ticket shows, there's money to be made
Go on and lose the gamble, that's the history of the trade
And you add up all the cards left to play to zero
And sign up with evil
Angeles---
I can make you satisfied in
Everything you do
All your secret wishes could right
Now be coming true
And be forever with my poison arms
Around you
No one's gonna fool around with us
No one's gonna fool around with us
So glad to meet'cha, Angeles

 
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Placebo -
Bruise Pristine, live at the Loreley Festival, Germany - 22nd of June 1996.

Bruise,
Pristine,
Serene,

We were born to lose.

Cast a line with a velvet glove
Reading like an open book,
In the hands of love

In this matrix, it's plain to see
It's either you or me.



Placebo - Nancy Boy, live at the Loreley Festival, 1996.

Alcoholic kind of mood
Lose my clothes,
Lose my lube
Cruising for a piece of fun
Looking out for number one
Different partner every night
So narcotic outta sight
What a gas, what a beautiful ass
----
Kind of buzz
That lasts for days

Had some help from insect ways
Comes across all shy and coy
Just another nancy boy

Woman man or modern monkey
Just another happy junkie
----
Does his make up in his room
Douse himself with cheap perfume
Eyeholes in a paper bag
Greatest lay I ever had

Kind of guy who mates for life
Gotta help him find a wife

We're a couple,
When our bodies double---
Got the muse in my head :
She's universal
Spinning me round
She's coming over me



Placebo - Drowning By Numbers, live at the Loreley Festival, 1996.


Placebo - Come Home, live at the Loreley Festival 1996.

Stuck between the do or die
I feel emaciated
Hard to breathe I try and try,
Ill get asphyxiated
Swinging from the tallest height,
With nothing left to hold on to.
---
Glass and petrol, vodka, gin,
It feels like breathing methane.
Throw yourself from skin to skin,

And still it doesn't dull the pain
Vanish like a lipstick trace,
It always blows me away.
Every cloud is grey, with dreams of yesterday.---

Always goes against the grain,
And I can try and deny it
Give a monkey half a brain,
And still he's bound to fry it

Now the happening scene is dead,
I used to want to be there too
Every sky is blue,
But not for me and you

Come home

 
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