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Lyrics:
Lampshade Serenade
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| Lampshade Serenade |
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Why do you look back at my life And look at me so scared. Oh don’t you want to die, Are you terrified of believable fear? Because now I know that I am going to take us home And I’m not gonna fight even if they’re standing alone.
Chorus:
And all these metaphors that I show you can only tell you |
| Black Olives |
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You told me I was going to be a star, And I didn’t appreciate that For now it’s time, And I must go away from you Because you left that taste in my mouth like black olives often do.
When you came over to my house,
Now and then I start to get thinking about what we had, |
| Samuel Beckett's Breakdown |
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Mr. Hackett turned the corner and saw, in the failing light, his seat. It seemed to be occupied. This seat, the property very likely of the public. Let’s get funky.
Halting, he looked at the seat with greater care. Yes, it wasn’t vacant.
Mr. Hackett was left standing there. But that’s ok. Because when you hear |