Barfly (2011)

I Sell Soul.
In the razored light everybody sees
I got my eye on you, baby.
Honey, I feel free. Yeah.

Honey, I sell soul.
Honey, I sell soul.

In a thousand years,
twice the speed of sound,
half the time it takes.
I will amblify you.

Honey, I sell soul.
Honey, I sell soul.

Jump the ring of fire.
Flow the fatman, flow.
Grow the blame on me, baby.
Honey, I feel free.

Honey, I sell soul.
Honey, I sell soul.

In the razored light everybody sees
I got my eye on you, baby.
Honey, I feel free.

In a thousand years,
twice the speed of sound,
half the time it takes.
I will amblify you.

Honey, I sell soul.
Honey, I sell soul.

Honey, I sell soul.
Honey, I sell soul.

Honey, I sell soul.
Honey, I sell soul.
Writers: Bell - Chrome - Lloyd - Mehlman - Thomas.
©2011 Hearpen Music / Old Loud and Snotty Music / Basement Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Birth Day.
If it's my Birth Day then somehow
on the first day
I plan to change how I feel.
I plan to change the way I feel about you.
Plan A, I will run away.
Plan B, I might crawl maybe.
Plan C is I bang my head,
I bang my head against an everlovin' wall.
In the style of last night Brittany Spears would've worked out right.
It's a style, maybe a fashion, to get away with so little passion.

It's the spear of desire,
or a lopsided ring-like fire.
And if I choose to maybe lose,
and if I choose to maybe live the blues,
I could sail this ship of fools.
I could sail it all alone.
When I wake up,
when I wake up darlin' I pray that just maybe then you'll be gone.
In the style of last night Brittany Spears would've worked out right.
It's a style, maybe a fashion, to get away with so little passion.

If it's my Birth Day then somehow
on the first day
I plan to change how I feel.
I plan to change the way I feel about you.

Plan A, I will run away.
Plan B, I might crawl maybe.
Plan C is I bang my head,
I bang my head against an everlovin' wall.
In the style of last night Brittany Spears would've worked out right.
It's a style, maybe a fashion, to get away with so little passion.
Writers: Bell - Chrome - Lloyd - Mehlman - Thomas.
©2011 Hearpen Music / Old Loud and Snotty Music / Basement Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Anna.
I see the rain. Well, the rain is good.
I see the dark. Yeah, the dark is fine.
Hello! Hello! It's time to go.
If you'll be me I'll drive you out of my mind.
Hello! Hello! It's time to go.
If you'll be me I'll drive you out of your mind.

I'm not the only one.
I'm not the only one.
I'm not the only one who sees.

Anna, I said you.
One and one and one is two.
I say, Hello! Hello! It's time to go.
If you'll be me I'll drive you out of my mind
Hello! Hello! It's time to go.
If you'll be me I'll drive you out of your mind.

Look at me. I will look at you.
Another day with nothing to do.

I said the rain, well, the rain is good.
I see the dark, yeah, the dark is fine.
Shoulda heard just what I seen.
I'm on the trail of a human bein'
where one and one and one is two.
I said, Uh, one and one and one is two.
I said the rain, well, the rain is good.
I see the dark, well, the dark is mine.
Hello! Hello! It's time to go.
If you'll be me I'll drive you out of my mind.
Hello! Hello! It's time to go.
If you'll be me I'll drive me out of your mind.

I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one who sees through me.
Hello, it's time to go.
Hello, it's time to go.
Hello, it's time to go.
Writers: Bell - Chrome - Lloyd - Mehlman - Thomas.
©2011 Hearpen Music / Old Loud and Snotty Music / Basement Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Butcherhouse 4.
I don't like, uh, tiny bodies.
I don't like, uh, small hands.
I don't like, uh, round shapes.
I don't like comin' down here.

The air smells way too greasy.
All the food is grown in dirt and feces.
What the rain won't wash away,
it's what they call ripe and I call decay.

I don't like, uh, tiny bodies.
I don't like, uh, small hands.
I don't like, uh, round shapes.
I don't like comin' down here.

I'm happy livin' in a state of grace,
bits of foil floatin' all over the place.
I've got a wrench. I see the stars.
And all is clean. And all is klar.

I don't live on the moon anymore.
I've got me a pod out on Butcherhouse 4.

I don't like, uh, tiny bodies.
I don't like, uh, small hands.
I don't like, uh, round shapes.
I don't like comin' down here.

I don't live on the moon anymore.
I've got me a pod out on Butcherhouse 4.

I don't want to hear the flies,
then look around and realize
I've been livin' in a total lie.
I've been livin' in a total lie.

I smell your body with you inside,
inside is watchin' me.

I don't live on the moon anymore.
I've got me a pod out on Butcherhouse 4.
Writers: Bell - Chrome - Lloyd - Mehlman - Thomas.
©2011 Hearpen Music / Old Loud and Snotty Music / Basement Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Romeo & Juliet.
This is me sittin' on a couch.
Don't I look happy?
Or maybe contented.
Or maybe just okay.
Then somebody calls.
They said you were back.
I thought about us
but if we were just like Romeo & Juliet
how come you're the one, the one that's still alive?
How come you're the one?

I said I would see you often in my dreams.
I said that I'd love you til the day that I die.
I said that I'd think about you and me all the time
but if we were just like Romeo & Juliet
how come you're the one, the one that's still alive?
How come you're the one?

How come you're the one, the one that's still alive?
How come you're the one?

This is me sittin' on a couch.
Don't I look happy?
Or maybe contented.
Or maybe just okay.
Then somebody calls.
They said you were back
I thought about us
but if we were just like Romeo & Juliet
how come you're the one, the one that's still alive?
How come you're the one?

This is me sittin' on a couch.
Don't I look happy?
Writers: Bell - Chrome - Lloyd - Mehlman - Thomas.
©2011 Hearpen Music / Old Loud and Snotty Music / Basement Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Sister Love Train / Love Train Express.
Sister Love Train, Sister Love Train.
I'll be the spark, the spark that sets the scrub on fire.
Up the down side, through a landslide,
I'll be the rock, the rock that brings the mountain down.
Sister Love Train, Sister Love Train.
I'll be the cock, the cock that brings the morning light.
Out the screen door, through the back porch,
I want to talk to you, can I come inside?
Sister Love Train, can I be your light?
In a world of gray, a gaudy neon sign?
Lemme hear you sigh.
Can I be your light?
In a rotten world, the one who does you right?

Sister Love Train, Sister Love Train.
I'm like a superman. I got a real good plan.
I'll be waitin' here. I won't disappear.
All the sticks and stones will never break these bones.
Sister Love Train, Sister Love Train.
You'll never miss the night. It's gonna be alright.
Up the down side, through a mudslide,
and in a couple years we'll see what time will show.
Sister Love Train, can I be your light?
In a world of gray, a gaudy neon sign?
Lemme hear you sigh.
Can I be your light?
In a rotten world, the one who does you right?

Sister Love Train, can I be your light?
In a world of gray, a gaudy neon sign?
Lemme hear you sigh.
Can I be your light?
In a rotten world, the one who does you right?
Writers: Bell - Chrome - Lloyd - Mehlman - Thomas.
©2011 Hearpen Music / Old Loud and Snotty Music / Basement Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Good Times Never Roll.
I see you baby standin' there.
I see you baby that you're standin' there.
I see you baby how you're standin' there
with that long slow smile and your dead eye stare.

Say, Hey! What's your game?
Say, Hey! I know a thing or three.
Through the leaves of an itchy tree
I watch that sucker punch you call your sugar cane.

Honey, good times will never roll.
Honey, honey, good times will never roll.
Honey, honey, honey, they don't roll,
they crawl on their belly through the dust under Crystal Hill.

You call that sucker punch your sugar cane.
You call that sucker punch your sugar cane.
I watch that sucker punch, your sugar cane,
it's a long hard look at a world of pain.
Honey, good times will never roll.
Honey, honey, good times will never roll.
Honey, honey, honey, they don't roll,
they crawl on their belly through the dust under Crystal Hill.
Writers: Bell - Chrome - Lloyd - Mehlman - Thomas.
©2011 Hearpen Music / Old Loud and Snotty Music / Basement Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Six And Two.
I might choose to maybe lose,
and I might choose to get to know the blues,
and I might sail on this ship of fools
on the bloody waves of a thousand wounds,
and I might sail on this ship of fools
I'll be damned if I know something better to do.

I wrote a song, a song about you.
I asked my friends if they recognized you.
It's crazy the sort of things I think
in the desperate hours of standing on the brink.
Let me know if you're ready to go.
Let me know if you're ready to go.
Let me know if you're ready to go.
Let me know if you're ready to go,
and I might sail on this ship of fools
on the bloody waves of a thousand wounds,
and I might sail on this ship of fools.
I'll be damned if I know something better to do.

In a thousand ways it's all about you.
I doubt my senses. I doubt the things I know.
It's all I see. It's who you are.
It's a bottomless face on the top of a jar.
I might sail on this ship of fools
on the bloody waves of a thousand wounds,
and I might sail on this ship of fools.
I'll be damned if I know something better to do.

I might sail on this ship of fools
on the bloody waves of a thousand wounds,
and I might sail on this ship of fools.
I'll be damned if I know something better to do.
Writers: Bell - Chrome - Lloyd - Mehlman - Thomas.
©2011 Hearpen Music / Old Loud and Snotty Music / Basement Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Maelstrom.
I got a phone call.
It was a girl call.
It was confused.
It was confused.
I said, Alright.

I got a phone call.
I said, Yes.
Then I said, Yes.
Then I said, Maybe.
I said, Alright. Alright, baby.

I got a phone call.
It was a girl call.
It was from you.
It was from you.
I said, Alright.

I got a phone call.
I said, Yes.
Then I said, Yes.
Then I said, Maybe.
I said, Alright. Alright, baby.

I got a phone call.
It was a girl call.
It was confused.
It was confused.
I said, Alright.

I said, Alright. Alright, baby.
Writers: Bell - Chrome - Lloyd - Mehlman - Thomas.
©2011 Hearpen Music / Old Loud and Snotty Music / Basement Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Pretty.
You're so pretty,
and sometimes I'm witty,
and so we drift along.
I watch you from the corner of my eye.
I'm the chump who watches you.

So why don't you have a boyfriend?
Why do you live alone?
I guess you're damaged goods,
else what are you doing here?
Writers: Bell - Chrome - Lloyd - Mehlman - Thomas.
©2011 Hearpen Music / Old Loud and Snotty Music / Basement Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.

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