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Hellcat Maggie
04:22
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Well, she step like a spider all over the room
She slink slow down
And she bite like a tiger, bend like a spoon
She slink slow down
With silver claws and a mouth that roars
She spreads her weight around
And you never know when she’s doing it again
Her gaze will graze you down
Hellcat Maggie, scale across the sky
And sing my soul
When she does her doubled-barreled finger
It’ll please you blind
When she does her little-baby linger
It’s such a dirty mind
With an elevator walk and a snake-oil talk
Her sisters will kiss ya tonight
And her breath is brash, and her teeth, they gnash
But no man will dare to mind
Hellcat Maggie, scale across the sky
And sing my soul
© 2009 Johnsongs, Ltd./The Clydes
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Trigger Finger
04:23
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She’s got her finger on a trigger
And she holds the gun
She’s got that trigger on her finger
She’s the only one
She wants her heart back, baby
She wants to sleep inside
She’s gonna linger on that finger
'Til you come abide
’Cause she wants something real
And someday she’ll know
Someday she’ll know
Someday she’ll know
Someday she’ll know
Maybe
Baby
And all the neighbors and the papers
Right outside her door
They reek of flavor, bad behavior
On a bedroom floor
She wants to cripple something
She wants to ripple one thing
May all the labor that she favors
Bow to something more
But she’s got knots of steel
And someday she’ll know
Someday she’ll know
Someday she’ll know
Someday she’ll know
And all she yearns for yet
She guess that she can get
But what’s left inside her head
When all the blood has left?
Baby
Maybe
She wants her heart back, baby
She wants to sleep inside
© 2009 Johnsongs, Ltd./The Clydes
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The Vampire Of Hanover
05:32
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See how the water’s cool and calm tonight
Spy a little closer, and you’ll find
Not very far beyond my door
A dozen bones have washed up on the shore
My world is wide and waiting
Come and play
You’ve got a lot to give
And I will take
So keep it coming, keep it coming all day
Allow me now to let you in my home
There are some fears that some boys never know
But mine’s a place for you to stay, my dear
It’s just the last you’ll see at all, I fear
(My dear, you’ll see, I fear)
And all you fools who fawn for better lives
Will soon be mine to dine with every night
Oh, Mr. Policeman, yes, please come inside
I’ve only got a couple things to hide
I see you walking quickly past my stove
There are some fears that only some men know
© 2009 Johnsongs, Ltd./The Clydes
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Cellophane Lights
04:54
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Melissa
There’s some trouble in my head
I want it gone
So I can live on
Live without you
Though I don’t want to
I don’t want to
Live without you
CHORUS:
Forget the world that made you
And leave the girl who hates you
You should hate her, too
Forget the world that made you
And leave the girl that hates you
You should hate her, too
Cellophane lights on cellophane nights
Were all you could give me
And the color seeps through, like I’m talking to you
And all you do is forgive me
You yearned for me then, like the greatest of men
But I must have betrayed you
I betrayed you
I must have betrayed you
I betrayed you
How could I betray you?
CHORUS
My knees
Fall down
And you’re gone
© 2009 Johnsongs, Ltd./The Clydes
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Turnknob
06:03
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Seeping down, you don’t want to be
Ah
Your heart down there ain’t hollow, darling
Ah
Life is lived in the springtime
And way downtown, you’re sunshine
There’s no need now to be solo
Oh
And if I jump back onto to the trail
I would just be catching your tail
Because the cheapest wine in the pail
Is the quickest one to go stale
And if I look real hard, I just might find
Twenty thousand pages of a real good time
You’re sad doll, baby, with your dress slung down
Pass around your number, and they’ll come around
On the windowsill of your penthouse
Baby, oh
I can see you pressing him down now
And I swear — now, I just don’t care
I was stepping back on the trail
But the weather, baby, is bound to hail
There’s no need now to be so low
Darling, oh
Oh
And with a lipstick kiss on their hands
You will lead them to promised lands
Of martinis, satin, and jam
And the well-pressed suits of a man
But if I look real hard, I just might find
That passion is a fashion you’re inclined to buy
You’re a sad doll, baby, when the man you want
Is the one who isn’t in your arms
© 2009 Johnsongs, Ltd./The Clydes
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Daddy's On The Milkbox
04:50
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Unruly boys and unruly girls
Who bob their heads
And cut their curls
Some Maker’s Mark
Inside of them swirls
And they make their way
Through this sexed-up world
Then the call comes in
On a Monday morn
Seems daddy’s on the milkbox
Since the day they was born
So send out the guards
Call MacArthur to arms
They’d hear nothing if they’d heed
All of mother’s alarms
So the cry comes down
From the top of the stairs
They’re all lacquered in stickiness
And just over there
There’s young-haired girl
Over a curly haired boy
So they’ve found their way
To a brand new joy
See, it’s nobody’s tune
But it’s somebody’s song
Unruly boys and unruly girls
Who make their way
Through this screwed-up world
If they don’t settle down
They’re a story to tell
And they’ll soon have a milkbox
To bid their farewell
It’s nobody’s tune
But it’s somebody’s song
© 2009 Johnsongs, Ltd./The Clydes
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7. |
Orson Welles Is Dead
02:12
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The Clydes New Brunswick, New Jersey
Not just a band. Also a lifestyle.
Brent Johnson: vocals, rhythm guitar,
keyboards
Brian Johnson: lead guitar, effects, keyboards, vocals
Andrew Lord Chandler: bass guitar, keyboards, vocals
MadMardigan: drums, vocals
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