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Letras: Lovey
Lemonheads_Car_Button_Cloth.jpg (15651 bytes) 01. Ballarat
02. Half the Time
03. Year of the Cat
04. Ride With Me
05. Li'l Seed
06. Stove
07. Come Downstairs
08. Left for Dead
09. Brass Buttons
10. (The) Door


BALLARAT

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HALF THE TIME

There's a crow flyin' down from over the hill.
Cracked paint on my window sill.
Each morning broke provides a girl.
Forget my evening feeling world.
When day gets dark it seeps into my skin.
And I rcall the spark that kept me sane.

Can't talk to you it's plain,
Won't start to name my pain,
Or forget I don't know why
You tugged the corner of my eye.
Movin' up the neck of my guitar.
I turn the lamp off, I see where you are.

Your one light slowly fading in my mind.
The furthest from my head.
Half the time.
Simple point too bright to leave the sky.
You're dissolving in my eye, in my eye.
My closed eye.
Half the time.

Mountain Dew and Malboro, While I stew over er all I owe.
My eyes set wet against the breeze,
Guide the sun into the trees.
Where squirrels are holding acorns in their teeth.
I can't see into why I made you leave.

Your one light slowly fading in my mind.
The furthest from my head.
Half the time.
A simple point revolving in my sky.
You're dissolving in my eye.


YEAR OF THE CAT

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RIDE WITH ME

That pencil smell,
reminds me of school.
The clock on the wall
I can no longer fool.

Time to get in my car.
Been so dull, tired and tight.
Time to trust these old tires.
Time to not say goodnight.

Jesus rides with me.
His will is plain to feel.
Come on, you can be.
Got yourself to steal.

He's everywhere,
sends me straight across the plain.
He's in your hair,
he'll forgive me my pain.

You're my girl, don't you show it.
To know you know is to know it.
When you can't trust yourself,
baby, trust someone else.

Jesus rides with me.
His will is plain to feel.
Come on, you can be.
Got yourself to steal.

You're my girl, don't you show it.
To know you know is to know it.
When you can't trust yourself,
baby, trust someone else.

Ride with me.
Ride with me.
Ride with me.


LI'L SEED

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STOVE

The gas man came, took out our electric stove.
I helped him carry her.
He told me he had been a prize fighter once.
Shuffled her through and out the door.

We walked back in talked 'bout his boy at U.V.M.
and we began to put the new stove in.
But I miss my stove. She's all alone.
Call it love. She's been replaced.
I miss my stove. She's all alone.
She's right out front and looks a mess.
Unwanted guest. We lied to her.
I miss my stove. Feel sad I guess.

I know I shouldn't think about it anymore.
"What's the point?" you say.
But I'm reminded each time I walk out my door.
My stove is gone to stay.

He walked back in talked 'bout his boy at U.V.M.
and we began to put the new stove in.
But I miss my stove. She's all alone.
Call it love. She's been replaced.
I miss my stove. She's all alone.
She's right out front and looks a mess.
Unwanted guest. We lied to her.
I miss my stove. Feel sad I guess.


COME DOWNSTAIRS

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LEFT FOR DEAD

You left off where I got on.
Now temptation's weak and my patience is strong.
Used to be I was unkind.
Now I don't call and you don't mind.

Thought it was wrong, wrong what she said.
Now you're right and I'm left for dead.
Thought it was dumb, dumb what I heard.
Now I'm eatin' every word.

Clang, bang, clang went the good guy at the door.
They put me in a cell with a concrete floor.
Wrapped a phone cord 'round my fist.
They abort my wrist and I cut where I kissed.

Thought it was wrong, wrong what she said.
Now you're right and I'm left for dead.
Thought it was dumb, dumb what I heard.
Now I'm eatin' every word.

Clang, bang,clang.
Clang, bang, clang.
Bang, clang (say say say say)


BRASS BUTTONS

Brass buttons green silks and silver shoes
Warm evenings pale mornings bottled blues
And the tiny golden pins,
That she wore up in her hair
Brass buttons green silks and silver shoes........


(THE) DOOR

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