Urban Marble Stampede Collection

__2004-09-11 @ 6:50 p.m._______ Benefits To the left of the screen She dances and turns heads constantly Eyes see a curing potion As she stands next to a wonderful dream The morning after She sits in a classroom Trying to concentrate She doesn't mind the foggy haze Or the constant gaze from the boys Staring at her chest Being beautiful does have its benefits Envy is attention And attention is always a good thing It serves as distraction To the disappointment underneath Smoking pot after school In a car with boys singing like fools Her mind racing as always They frustrate her 'cause they Will never understand But being beautiful does have its benefits Every night she reads sad books They make her feel better Every night she leaves for the club This town is boring her to death She dyes her hair black But it doesn't change a thing She makes fun of the boy As they lay in bed But he doesn't get it So she says "Never mind, I'm just here to have a good time" Being beautiful does have its benefits Anti-Gravity Coaching Hey boys you're playing the wrong songs While I'm layin on the couch in the next room With the windows held up everyone can tell it's true Hey boys you're playing all the wrong songs With all your amplifiers in a dining room With notes scattered all around to remind you that it's working out In an old house rented out for a chance to be a rock n roll star And the checks may bounce But it all balanced out at the venue down the street Where you sang about your life and met the girl or the boy that night And it all made you feel alive Hey boys you're playing all the wrong songs While I'm laying on the floor of the next room Hey boys I'm playing all the songs wrong Hoping I can get it right for once When I'm singing on the stage tonight Maybe this'll be our ticket Maybe this'll be our chance tonight Bill, You Don't Know Me That Well "Pale, false claims from a reservoir you built with your insecurities." "Well, Bill, you don't know me that well." "Still, it's in the pace of your delivery." "The camera controls what I can be." "And I believe that's true, with the life you choose. But we all know you were sired long ago by that same camera." ------------------------------- "It's true- you suck young blood for a camera that brings you false fortune. Ashamed and denying it to everyone, that it's anything but you." "What you don't know, Bill, is that this is what happens to you- and anything to be young and attractive means anything. Besides, I'm sure you'd like to know that your kind tastes the best of all. So cheer up. Make a sustained assault on the citadel of good times. It's not a battle worth fighting. Your kind of impending doom will pronounce a comeback of a new black." 25 reasons Am I still singing about your death car? You gave reasons count them 25 As to why it's not a shame As to why I've sang enough already And how it's already made you happy And how death cars say enough anyway Is it wrong of me to not understand? It would be easier to accept all 25 To give you assurance To give you confidence to confide But we both know that the last thing anyone needs are more lies Am I still singing about your death car? It seems like I'm always thinking of it Like a swan song being better Than the actual drive The song waiting there for its last line "How hard can it be?" she said, "to focus or fixate on me?" Urban Marble, Spanish Caravan Please, Spanish caravan pick me up and take me somewhere worthwhile I'm lost inside of post-post modern urbane classic fare It dulls my sense of atmosphere and I can't help but want to be anywhere Anywhere except this place here or the next place of desire God knows, I need to be six places at once Just to make me happy God knows that'll never happen at this rate Sometimes it's just filthy Please, Spanish caravan either pick me up or invent the time machine I'm lost without technology and it frustrates me to no end I question my intuition and pull myself apart at the seams I never feel like I really get or want to know anything, including myself God knows, I need to be entertained at every moment Just to make me happy God knows that'll never happen at this rate Sometimes it's just filthy Streets are cold and I don't care I wish my friends were here << | >>