that much closer to… (mccloskey,2003)
I hope my shoes still fit tomorrow
I’m pretty sure that they fit today
I’m walking barefoot on top of eggshells
Now I’m that much closer to some scrambled eggs

I bought myself a red light bulb
So I can see the day ‘most every night
I’m getting sun burnt in the closet
Now I’m that much closer to some eternal light

The window pane’s at shoe level
The early worm just got the bird
There’s six more days till tomorrow
Now I’m that much closer to finally being heard

There’s nothing like a new addiction
Why worry when I can obsess
I’ll grind myself into a powder
Now I’m that much closer to my happiness

I’m writing words on a paper
I’m writing down every thought that comes to mind
And every word gets double spacing
Now I’m that much closer to reading between the lines

I hope my shoes still fit tomorrow
I’m pretty sure that they fit today
I’m walking barefoot on top of eggshells
Now I’m that much closer to some scrambled eggs
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downright wrong (mccloskey,2001)
Freak Show Central
And I’m wired and drained
I’m a lonely foot soldier in a passing parade
My resolve is stiff. I’m better moving than dead
And every voice sounds like the guy inside my head
The temperature’s rising and I’m blowing a fuse
I’ve had my last supper I don’t need an excuse

You can ask St Peter; you can ask St. John
Because everything about you is just downright wrong

I’m past the point of 151
I’m looking for a needle; I’m looking for a gun
A lethal injection or a firing line
Just as long as you don’t meet up with the same fate twice
My fever is rising, I got nothing to lose
I’m not a casual user I know the abuse

So if you’re feeling foolish, if you’re feeling strong
I’d love to be the one to prove you downright wrong

If they brought me to justice in shackles and chains
And had me confess while they kept me detained
If they put your tortured body on the witness stand
They couldn’t convict me with a knife in my hand
Because the fever’s contagious and it’s reaching a pitch
And I know you’re pure evil I’ve seen every inch

From the pearly golden gates down to Babylon
Everybody knows you’re just downright wrong
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everything i want you to be (mccloskey, 2002)
I want to keep you at a distance
I want to keep you at arms length
But you’re a politician
Politicking me
Feeding me the next line
Making me believe
I can't let my guard down every time you get the better of me…

But I don’t want to take you for granted…
I don’t want to take you too heavily…
I don’t want to take you the wrong way…
You’re everything that I want you to be

I want to keep you at eye level
I want to keep you on the outside looking in
But you’re somehow religious
You’re converting me
You walk into my life
With all your mysteries
I can't let my guard down every time you get the better of me…

I want to keep you always guessing
I want to keep you in a state of doubt
But you’re a snake charmer
And you’re charming me
With the slightest of hand
I see what you want me to see
I almost let my guard down every time you get the better of me…
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holding the sun in my hand (mccloskey, 2003)
i thought of you tomorrow,
i just can’t think today
waiting here in transit
and tomorrow’s getting further away

so i hurry up and wait
for unexpected delays
i haven’t got plans but i’m holding the sun in my hand

i’m cutting through these standstills
making the reds on the rights
you’re everywhere in particular
but nowhere I can ever find

so I hurry up and wait
for unexpected delays
i haven’t got plans but I’m holding the sun in my hand

if you really want to know what I feel like just try and hold the sun in your hand
if you really want to know what this love feels like just try to hold the sun in your hand…

i find myself in always
i can’t do you without
but the second I feel my fingers burning
I find always in doubt

so I hurry up and wait
for unexpected delays
i haven’t got plans but I’m holding the sun in my hand
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looking good in the coffin… (mccloskey, 2003)
she’s just an orphan, a bastard at best
a lost little girl in some mother’s dress
she misspells her given name
and wears it well on her neck in chains

she starves herself on pixie stix
and rents a little room made out of paper bricks
her pale hollow cheeks…her black stabbing eyes
she’s afraid of flying but not afraid to fly

she says "it’s all about looking good in the coffin…"

you never see her bleed, you never see her cry
she suddenly appears and then passes by
she’s doesn’t need a real adopted home
she only gets off when she’s alone

and she says "it’s all about looking good in the coffin…"

she said that "love is the thief of time;
love’s much too hard to accessorize…
put me in a black dress…zip me up the back..
roll me out a casket and let me just relax"

"it’s all about looking good in the coffin…"
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wish you were there (mccloskey, 2003)
Everyone flows through you so effortlessly
But everyone goes out of and into extremes

The out and the in of your days
They’re small affairs
How I wish you were there

Everyone breathes through you so naturally
But everyone needs you just to follow their lead

The ebb and flow of your breath
It’s up in thin air
How I wish you were there

Everyone shines through you so brilliantly
But everyone finds reasons to sleep through your dreams

The yin and yang of your nights
You’re awake but where
How I wish you were there
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strange, strange girls (mccloskey,2003)
Welcome to our living room
Where plastic flowers never bloom
There’s coffee stains on the record sleeves
While the table’s out on sabbatical leave
Welcome to our bathroom floor
I think you’ve been here once or twice before
If you don’t remember and it doesn’t make sense
Does it all mean that it’s meaningless?

Welcome to our little world of freaks, geeks and strange, strange girls

Welcome to our plastic garden
Where small black lies are quickly forgotten
You trip your tongue on a garden tool
Then cannonball into crowded cesspool
Welcome to our bedroom attic
Where no one sleeps and daydreams are erratic
Where full hearts follow empty heads
And foolish hearts lay in empty beds

Welcome to our little world of freaks, geeks and strange, strange girls

Welcome to our basement bar
You might fade out but you won’t fade far
You’re out the door but you’re somehow persuaded
To get so drunk you can’t even see jaded

Welcome to our little world of freaks, geeks and strange, strange girls
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kiss me like it was your last kiss (mccloskey, 2003)
I’m so alive
I’m immortalized
And I’m more terrified
Than I’ve been for hours
And I’m so distracted; I can’t find the release
Give me your symptoms; I know I’ve got your disease

Why don’t you kiss me like it was your last kiss
Give me two minutes to drink you all in
Just kiss me like it was your last kiss

I’m so amused
With nothing more to lose
I’m more confused
Than I was tomorrow
And you’re so collected; you look so at ease
Give me your symptoms; I know I’ve got your disease

Why don’t you kiss me like it was your last kiss
Give me two minutes to drink you all in
Just kiss me like it was your last kiss

I’m so awake
On a slow news day
In this golden cage
I’m almost feeling weightless
And I’m so distracted; I can’t find the release
Give me your symptoms; I know I’ve got your disease

Why don’t you kiss me like it was your last kiss
Don’t leave me hanging another minute
Just kiss me like it was your last kiss
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with a different name (mccloskey, 2003)
She’s rubbing salt in a lemon wound
And feeding hundreds with a silver spoon
She’s all brilliancy; she’s not ordinary smiles
When she’s that much further from home…

She’s worshipped and abbreviated, open for interpretation
She’s jesus christ with a different name

She thinks she’ll be misunderstood
Wearing cashmere playing robin hood
Stealing the emeralds in your eyes for food stamps for the blind
I guess only a martyr can see…

That god and fashion fit together like crucifix and crimson sweaters
She’s jesus christ with a different name

Everywhere you’ve been she’s been before
She’s saved herself on fourteen different floors
She’s got one foot in tomorrow and one in yesterday,
She’s not an original sin…

A check out girl; a weekend savior
She’s counterfeit in many flavors
She’s jesus christ with a different name
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black coffee blues (mccloskey, 2003)
I don’t want to win cause I don’t want to cheat
I don’t want to love you if you’re tainted so sweet
The way I live now ain’t no way to die

They were tired and greedy; more resilient than the night
My fists were in trammels, shrouded with rust
My heart felt like diamond waiting to be cut

Please remind me to forget you when the morning comes around
Remind me to forget you when the morning comes around
I had to stay up all night just to stand in line for you
And I’m dropping like a fly in your black coffee blues

The seven worlds collided and hell came alive
Seven guns were fired, only jealousy survived
You had seven little dimples on the small of your back
From seven straying bullets from seven straying men

Please remind me to forget you when the morning comes around
Remind me to forget you when the morning comes around
I’ve been living all night long just to kiss you goodbye

Please remind me to forget you when the morning comes around
Remind me to forget you when the morning comes around
I had to stay up all night just to stand in line for you
And I’m drowning like a fly in your black coffee blues

There were 3 men to my left and 3 more to my right
I had to stay up all night just to stand in line for you
And I’m dropping like a fly in your black coffee blues

I knelt by your coffin and pretended to pray
And there were 6 men behind me crying out your name
Then you rose from the night so you could dance in your grave
And you kissed every one of us the exactly the same

Please remind me to forget you when the morning comes around
Remind me to forget you when the morning comes around
I had to stay up all night just to stand in line for you
There’s a fistful of flies in your black coffee blues
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misplaced man (mccloskey, 2003)
You’re so so vacant in your crowd
You let your paste up smile down
You bite your lip hard, you’re on foreign land
But I can fix it, yes I can
If you want, I can be your foreign man
It’s difficult to see you break
There’s vinegar all over your face
And everything you want, you can’t understand

I can fix it, yes I can
If you want, I can be your bitter man

You can make me a lonely intervention
I can be a whipping boy for you
Before we all become dangerously sober
I wouldn’t mind being just another bad excuse
The new, new normal; august fool
Monday morning ridicule
You won’t accept it, it’s a misplaced hand

Well I can fix it yes I can
If you want, I can be your misplaced man

Heavy water, holding waves
Moving sand, your hands like slaves
And everything you need, you can’t have

Well I can fix it, yes I can
If you want, I can be your misplaced man
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the cynic of sunshine street (mccloskey, 2003)
everyday is a beautiful day
on both sides of my boulevard
there are beautiful people in storefront displays
they have no arms but seem to amuse themselves

there are beautiful people walking up and down my block
I think they’re walking right through me…
but they have to stop dead just to tell me…

"yes, I know, it never rains tomorrow in the middle of sunshine street
and yes, I know, I’m holding an umbrella, I’m the cynic of sunshine street"

the sidewalks are paved, seamlessly intertwined
they’re involved before they ever begin
the concrete looks like a piece of modern art
you don’t walk on it, you just want step in

there are beautiful people decorating their smiles
I think they’re smiling right through me…
and they almost drop their smiles when asking…

"yes, I know, it never rains tomorrow in the middle of sunshine street
and yes, I know, I’m holding an umbrella, I’m the cynic of sunshine street
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