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Letras: May I Sing With Me

1. Detouring America With Horns
2. Upside-Down
3. Mushroom Cloud of Hiss
4. Swing For Life
5. Five-Cornered Drone (Crispy Duck)
6. Some Kinda Fatigue
7. Always Something
8. 86-Second Blowout
9. Out the Window
10. Sleeping Pill
11. Satellite




Detouring America With Horns


You know the way to my enemies
You keep your eyes on my enemies
Calling me backwards
Stringing along my heart (that way)
You're on your way to my enemies
You're moving in on my memories
Calling me over
Taking this heart of mine (away)



Upside-down

Mary calls from far away
sure there is another
Walks the floor cause she can't settle down
Waiting for the phone to ring
Stuck inside the bedroom
Drinks too much to make the room spin round
When she sits down
No one knows the world is upside-down
Watches how it spins around
No one knows the world is upside-down
Knowing if she'll just admit
one revealing detail
She can't hide her state of mind behind
She sits down
No one knows the world is upside-down
Watches how it spins around
No one knows the world is upside-down
Everybody wants to be the lucky guy
They're just uncertain how to please her
Everybody stops to see the setting sun
They're not just looking for the time
Caring not what people say at other people's
parties
Mary finds someone and settles down
She sits down
No one knows the world is upside-down
Watches how it spins around
No one knows the world is upside-down


Mushroom Cloud of Hiss

See you walking sometimes, circumstances start to happen after awhile
and it's starting to seem like there's nothing left
like there's nothing left at all
Well it drags me down, it's pulling me down
lower, lower
I feel it pullin, here it comes
So come on take the time,
come on, to make up your mind,
come on, Let's give it all away
Starts to wear me down
And I can't get it to stop
When's it gonna stop
Look on your face, just the look on your face
Makes me feel all a little down, down inside
Come on, take the time, come on, make up
your mind, come on
Let's give it all away
Come on, take the time, come on, make up
your mind, come on
Let's give it all away


Swing for Life

Oh, true rider, fasten me
I saw a mystery, mystery
How you cast your reins aside,
and sidle up to me, up to me
Sweet obsession, devil's den
Lassos my blind eye
My blind eye, my blind eye
Oh, true rider, nothing's lost
Take me for a ride, for a ride


Five-cornered Drone

Time waits for reason
but there's no reason
Things just go wrong, they always do
Nothing works out right, though you try and try
You can search, you can look all around
you
With both eyes open, but it doesn't matter
It's always the same, it's always like that,
you try and try and try


Some Kinda Fatigue

Sitting in a parked car
Trying hard to smile
But I've been looking for one good reason
But I haven't found it yet
Took awhile, well, what's it gonna be?
The way it's got to be
I know it's out there
One good reason
But I haven't found it yet
I'm stepping away, stepping away from you
Some weird kinda fatigue
Someday I'll find it,
One good reason
But I haven't found it yet


Always Something

Well, it's raining outside
At least it's gotta be somewhere
There's a long dark cloud just moving around
Moving around
Over nothing town
And it's always something
And it's always a touch of the same
Well, the light is on
And I have to see you
But it wasn't glowing
And it wasn't on
I'd love to know
How much it glows
And it's always something
And it's always something
And it's always something, touch of the same
And it's always something
And it's always something, touch of the same
touch of the same, touch of the same


86-second Blowout

See myself as a bug on the table
Find a way, but I gotta come down,
When I do there's gonna be some decisions to make
See yourself as a weight on my shoulders
Shruggin' it off, will I still fall down
Back it up, let's see if that matters,
I don't mind
Everyone's got a million opinions,
1 or 2 are gonna be alright
Let's take a chance and just see if this is one of those


Out the Window

I'm sitting round like I got nothing to
do
Got something to say, but not to you, not now
I'm just waiting for the back and forth that won't begin
Back to back, that won't seem to end
I'm here waiting for a sign
Everything goes out the window
Watching you walk out the door tonight
When my hope falls, bounces off you, hits
the floor
splits into 2 or 3 pieces.
Well, I'm still waiting on it,
down and down to the empty space where it lays
Where it falls apart
I'm stuck waiting for some sign.
Everything goes out the window
Watching you walk out the door
I wrote a letter to my oldest friend,
forgot it for awhile.
Then on second thought, I read it through and threw it out,
I'm through waiting on a sign.


Sleeping Pill

[instrumental]


Satellite

A lonely walk until the heaven's break
Come back home and see what's changed
Flipped the TV on and every channel's got some satellite
A broken shoe to practice walking straight
Take a little step and stop to think
About the planets and the atmosphere
and the satellites
Wait for the day to come, the day to go
Take all the needles from your hair
See how the things that happen
never really ever happen with a thought unaware
Around the corner, a while to zero in
And feel for where it ought to be
If not the nuts and bolts and that'll come
Like a satellite
Wait for the day to go, the day to come...