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dug up a fifth of hood river gin,
and that stuff tastes like medicine
but i'll take it, it'll do.
on the couch in the living room all day long,
music on the television playing our song.
i'm in the mood,
the mood for you.
turn the volume up real high,
all of that money, look at it fly.
and you smoking like a chimney.
shadows crawled across the livingroom's length,
i held onto you with a desperate strength, with everything. with everything in me.
i handed you a drink of the lovely little thing on which our survival depends .
people say friends dont destroy one another, what do they know about friends?
thunder clouds forming, cream white moon, everything's gonna be okay soon.
maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day.
carried you up the stairs that night,
all of this could be yours, if the price is right.
i heard cars headed down to oblivion up on the expressway.
your drunken kisses as light as the air,
maybe everything that falls down, eventually rises.
our house sinking into disrepair,
ah, but look at this showroom filled with fabulous prizes.
and that stuff tastes like medicine
but i'll take it, it'll do.
on the couch in the living room all day long,
music on the television playing our song.
i'm in the mood,
the mood for you.
turn the volume up real high,
all of that money, look at it fly.
and you smoking like a chimney.
shadows crawled across the livingroom's length,
i held onto you with a desperate strength, with everything. with everything in me.
i handed you a drink of the lovely little thing on which our survival depends .
people say friends dont destroy one another, what do they know about friends?
thunder clouds forming, cream white moon, everything's gonna be okay soon.
maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day.
carried you up the stairs that night,
all of this could be yours, if the price is right.
i heard cars headed down to oblivion up on the expressway.
your drunken kisses as light as the air,
maybe everything that falls down, eventually rises.
our house sinking into disrepair,
ah, but look at this showroom filled with fabulous prizes.
Lyrics submitted by oneturnoutoftune, edited by TheSatah, gifoverit
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"Okay, it's the one thing that's weird about playing colleges. I'm married, and Peter's divorced, and so we start talking about marriage and stuff and I know I'm talking to a room full of people who go "Yeah, that's in the distant future, you know, and I'm not very interested in that right now"...But there may come a day--and y'all who are talking need to hear this--there may come a day when you get married, right, and --yes!--and when you get there, when you get there and you run out of Vicodin, and all that's left is the cheap vodka because you went to a liberal arts college and you studied poetry. Yeah, and so now, now you're married and poor and strung out on sleeping pills in Central Florida, and all you've got is cheap vodka, and you want to sing love songs to the person you now want to destroy. I want you to know the words when the time comes."
thank you so much for posting this