Broken Things

The offer was good, but you turned it down. Just like you should, it's still going 'round your head. All the things you could've said. But you can't hang your heart from a love that's dead. Don't you know anything? Oh I won't listen to your screams of pain no more. Oh don't you know what I mean? But you've been seeing the same thing that I've seen only bring you down.

And when you made an advance, they won't cut and run. Cause they can't even tell when the damage is done. And here beneath my wings, I got a pocket full of broken things. You can have 'em all. Oh but I won't listen to your screams of pain no more. Oh don't you know what I mean? And you've been seeing the same thing that I've seen only bring you down.

Reigning Sound

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Alice and Friends

Strings and cymbals in a burlap sack, shredded them behind their back. They showed up when the lights went black. We hear them all the time. The songs they sing seem like a sign bouncing around in your mind. We knew they wouldn't a second time so you joined a band, banging pots and pans,

singing "Anything you want to do, anything you want to do, Oh anything you want to do." Should be alright, alright!

The sun came up and they were gone. One step in front of the dawn. The ears still ringing with their songs. We hear them all the time. Back it up in the mini-van but it didn't turn out like you planned. The cops never seemed to understand why you are on the lawn, screaming at the dawn, singing "Anything you want to do, anything you want to do, Oh anything you want to do." Should be alright, alright, alright, alright, alright!

Box Elders

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Los Días de Perky Pat

No sé qué me hizo aceptar el traslado a Marte. Un salario superior, un destino emocionante. Era mi gran ocasión de alejarme de la Tierra. Quise volver a empezar, hacer borrón y cuenta nueva. Y es que en la publicidad todo era tan bonito. Un paraíso natural, ¿cómo he sido tan pardillo? El aire no huele igual, el sol brilla sin fuerza. Ya no aguanto un día más, voy a perder la cabeza. De noche, en la colonia, ya nada de esto importa. Todo se soluciona tomando una dosis de soma. Y ya no puedo distinguir lo real de lo irreal. Me prefiero evadir, son los días de Perky Pat.

Ya no voy a trabajar, paso el día encerrado. Al lado de Perky Pat, en un mundo más humano. Pero empiezo a sospechar que nada es lo que parece. Todo a mi alrededor tiembla y se desvanece. Me da igual la hora, ya nada de esto importa. Todo se soluciona tomando un poco más de soma. Y ya no puedo distinguir lo real de lo irreal. Me prefiero evadir, son los días de Perky Pat. Y ya no quiero distinguir lo real de lo irreal. Es mucho mejor así, viviendo con Perky Pat.

La Monja Enana

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