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Lifting me up
Lifting me up
Lifting me up

Lifting me up like a garage door
I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on
I know you Lord are a jealous lord
I know the tablet is your competition

When you were languishing in rooms I built to file you in,
And when the wind set down in funnel form and pulled you in.

[chorus]
I don't need to walk around in circles,
Walk around in circles, walk around in circles,
Walk around in...
Don't need to walk around in circles,

A man
drives a plane
into the
Chrysler building

Saskatoon is in the room
Poulsbo is in the room
Bennetsville is in the room

Janine, I drink you up
Janine, I drink you up
Janine, Janine, I sing
If you were the Baltic Sea and I were a cup, uh huh
Varick Street and I drove South
With my hands on the wheel and your taste in my mouth,
Janine
Jesus to my left, the Holland Tunnel on my right

Soul Coughing - Lazybones

When all the limbs are numb and clean,
and you're in transit, dream to dream,
I'll drift there to meet you, lazybones.

When all the world has lain and sank,
and money sleeps inside the banks,

Michael Jackson has a dream late at night,
Wakes up yelping from a vision of children in wheelchairs
Chasing him through frontier land in a heart of downtown Manheim
Michael Jackson looks around, and Michael Jackson looks around and sees that the sun is very bright outside,
And he feels his face begins to, sort of, melt, begins to slide off a little.
And Michael Jackson is running from disabled children, Michael Jackson is running...
And the children say:

I'm rolling.........
I've gotta get a new balm
I've gotta get a tight tension on
I've got to slip it up until the rush gets gone
I've got to feel it with the hot mind on
I'm rolling
Hey Norman was it thrown with a broken arm?
Bottle it up, to keep it warm

I got the will to drive myself sleepless.
So much time is cashed.
So much smoke is wasted.
Sudden disappearance
In the air is thick and cool.
I can't approach myself
Skidding over this perdition
And now I'm out on the verandah

The body like soft serve, dripping down in the June sun,
I tried to shoot a thought, but the thought sunk.
Nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt and
Watch the water roll down.

Phantom kisses buzzing like the insects.
Beads of sweat dripping down on the rent check.
My Candyland melted down to syrup while I

I stopped the thought before it's drip became insistent
I rubbed it out and loved the spot where it was missing
She's widely known the only maquereau that pays her taxes
I got to box her for the money, said it might end
Reeling and stubling, I've got to bump around a while

You don't use words like that, St. Louise is listening

Move aside,
and let the man go through.
Let the man go through.

If I stole
Somebody else's wave
To fly up.

Everything is going up.
Everything is going as planned, yeah.
Everything moves along.
Everything is fine, fine, fine.

Oh I could be
Condemned to Hell for every sin but littering.
I could

Whose song is that remembered
At random serpentine
Through phatic coils emerging
Some other thought it's thinking
This light sounds above the houses on the ground
This illumination visited upon the whole land

Unmarked helicopters, hovering