Maybe I'll Come Down Soul Coughing

Dumb bah did du dumb I need time to scrounge the rent, need time to contemplate the accident I got to drag my ass to now, how did I come to stop here?

Down To This Soul Coughing

You come down to this.

Lazybones Soul Coughing

Cameraman sways to remember how the eye dances, drunkenness is a hand-held scrambling down Delancey I come stumbling; well I hear you had to take a shine and firing at random, I hear the rays fell upon

True Dreams Of Wichita Soul Coughing

Signal got lost to the satellite Got lost in the Rideup to the Plungedown; Man sends the ray of the electric light Sends the impulse Through the air Down to home And you can stand On the arms Of the Waynesburg

Blueeyed Devil Soul Coughing

Slugging down fruit juice. Extra tall extra wide. 33 degrees Six hundred and sixty six Dig digging it, come on. Moving door to door to door. Stoned motel room. Nice cool on the bathroom floor.

Collapse Soul Coughing

I must accumulate, unload it, Pop! Pop!

16 Horses Soul Coughing

At times a second The speaker moves Magnetism pushes The impulse through But I can't keep that speed I can't generate that frequency What the sound pressure level means Wants a randomized electrons I can't

Soft Serve Soul Coughing

The body like soft serve, dripping down in the June sun, I tried to shoot a thought, but the thought sunk. Nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt and Watch the water roll down.

Sleepless Soul Coughing

skin between breasts your cadillac reads 400 horses over blue lines you are going to Recida to make love to a model from Ohio whose real name you don't know you spin like the cadillac was overturning down

Moon Sammy Soul Coughing

Automatically your mind goes down the stairwell to the chair; your body says Moon Sammy, can you come back? Strum it. Moon Sammy washes. In the sink. Below the sink. There is a drain.

Mr Bitterness Soul Coughing

Automatically your mind goes down the stairwell to the chair; your body says Moon Sammy, can you come back? Strum it. Moon Sammy washes. In the sink. Below the sink. There is a drain.

Circles Soul Coughing

When you were languishing in rooms I built to foul you in And when the wind set down in funnel form and pulled you in I don't need to walk around in circles When the ghostly dust of violence traces everything

Screenwriters Blues Soul Coughing

skin between breasts your cadillac reads 400 horses over blue lines you are going to Recida to make love to a model from Ohio whose real name you don't know you spin like the cadillac was overturning down

City Of Motors Soul Coughing

Ran down java street and formed a pool. Manuela saw the moon in there. Manuela saw the moon in there. I hear a rumbling. I hear transmission grind. I bear witness. I have the clutch now.

300 Soul Coughing

Lifting me up like a garage door I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on I know you Lord are a jealous lord I know the tablet is your competition And I need for you to be reasonable How much?

Pensacola Soul Coughing

Oh pride is not a sin, And that's why I have gone on down to Wal-Mart With my checkbook to get you some.

Super Bon Bon (Propellerheads Radio Edit Ver.) Soul Coughing

When you were languishing in rooms I built to file you in, And when the wind set down in funnel form and pulled you in [chorus] I don't need to walk around in circles, Walk around in circles, walk around

4 Out Of 5 Soul Coughing

Her knees thrust in one direction like a symbol of math, a symbol meaning Greater Than I come recommended by four out of five I'm a factor in the whole plan Four and five therefore nine Nine and nine therefore

Disseminated Soul Coughing

The Goat chewed up Once a tin can The Goat shat out was a Ford Sedan Like an eyeball Like a square cut Like a funny car Like a monster truck Call up bop and I'm bunting stomach Koko mop I chop chunking

Janine Soul Coughing

Janine, I drink you up, Janine, I drink you up, Janine, Janine, I sing, If you were the Baltic Sea and I were a cup, uh huh, Varick Street and I drove South, With my hands on the wheel and your taste in

Soundtrack To Mary Soul Coughing

Fingers drifting Down my spine now. Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall. Soundtrack to Mary. Many minds wandering from room to room. Many trees slain just to write it to you.

Monster Man Soul Coughing

Stop hitching the monster man It was a bad plan, but I had to get to town Unbitten, but the way I found it was a hand came down And pow, I got illuminated That's why I have got my mind in my own Hand over

Blame Soul Coughing

Blame Is the cure Cure anything Throw the rudder down Throw the rudder down Broad Latitude Broad latitude Throw the rudder down Throw the rudder down

Fully Retractable Soul Coughing

Shooed out like a house fly This house was half my mind I don't dispute the doubts you've outlined But it's my right to waste your time These things May come to be and these things won't kill me and these

Paint Soul Coughing

Muslim baritones idle with their hands down. And the gat that fattens your jacket pocket Plugs slugs in vain Through the body of the immaterial witness.

Unmarked Helicopters Soul Coughing

across the surface of your mind This hour is now upon us The hour has now arrived Unmarked Helicopters hovering The lord is coming soon Unmarked Helicopters hovering They said it was a weather balloon I

White Girl Soul Coughing

across the surface of your mind this hour, now upon us the hour, now arrived unmarked helicopters hovering the lord is coming soon unmarked helicopters hovering they said it was a weather balloon but i

So Far I Have Not Found The Science Soul Coughing

I don't mind the worry following me like a dinosaur I don't fear I am descending into the molten core So far, I have not found the science But the numbers keep on circling me I'm gonna give you most of

Bus To Beelzebug Soul Coughing

the air Like the names of candy bars Your mouth is cold and red All in rings around your Laugh, laughing, laughs It's a grind grind It's a grind It's a grind grind I'll scratch you raw L'etat c'est moi I

St. Louise Is Listening Soul Coughing

I stopped the thought before it's drip became insistent I rubbed it out and loved the spot where it was missing She's widely known the only maquereau that pays her taxes I got to box her for the money,

The Idiot Kings Soul Coughing

Oh I could be Condemned to Hell for every sin but littering. I could Slip on the East River and crash into Queens all skittering. I've seen the Cops and the robbers, and I know they dance the same.

Screenwriter's Blues Soul Coughing

Everything is going up Everything is going as planned, yeah Everything moves along Everything is fine, fine, fine Oh I could be Condemned to Hell for every sin but littering I could Slip on the East River

Houston Soul Coughing

I met a girl on roller skates Ahe had a spare bag, she had lost some weight Where I used to work, she was a waitress She proposed a trade, it was generous She's gone to Houston, feel like I'm floating

Bus To Beelzebub Soul Coughing

As for my single self I had as life not be as live To be in awe of such a thing as I myself As for my own concern I had as think to think As keep on thinking not so hard as for the brain to burn And at

Rolling Soul Coughing

Bottle it up, to keep it warm I'm rolling I know you got it but you got to go I'm gonna get into the batter so the mix might glow I hate to do it, but I did it though I'm gonna bite into the body like

Buddha Rhubarb Butter Soul Coughing

I stopped the thought before its drip became insistent, I rubbed it out and loved the spot where it were missing, She's widely known the only maquereau that pays her taxes, I got to box her for the money

The Incumbent Soul Coughing

New York, New York I won't go back Indelible reminder of the steel I lack I gave you seven years What did you give me back?

I Miss The Girl Soul Coughing

How many cans must I stack up To wash you out of my mind, Out of my consciousness? How many times must I cash out To bring you back the check, fat Off of my slenderness? She says

Uh, Zoom Zip Soul Coughing

Zoom zip and uh wake up, uh zoom zip My eye like a noisegate the number 8 frustrate and I roll to the floor fruit to the fruit to the core of a spheroid embedded in my skull the round the zero the symbol

Super Bon Bon(Propellorheads mix) Soul Coughing

If I stole Somebody else's wave To fly up. If I rose Up with the avenue Behind me. Some kind of verb. Some kind of moving thing. Something unseen. Some hand is motioning to rise, to rise, to rise.

Super Bon Bon Soul Coughing

If I stole Somebody else's wave To fly up. If I rose Up with the avenue Behind me. Some kind of verb. Some kind of moving thing. Something unseen. Some hand is motioning to rise, to rise, to rise.

How Many Cans Soul Coughing

How many cans must I stack up To wash you out of my mind, Out of my consciousness? How many times must I cash out To bring you back the check, fat Off of my slenderness? She says

Misinformed Soul Coughing

I was once misinformed about your intentions. Were you right to burn the rock star? Were you right to drop the roster? One dollar bill, one dollar bill. Nah nah nah.

Sugar Free Jazz Soul Coughing

sugar free jazz Schools he bombs, he bombs Stack wax lie like a placemat won't lap or help you at the automat and it's clear and clean as sugar free jazz Schools he bombs, he bombs Fossilize apostle and I

Supra Genius Soul Coughing

sugar free jazz Schools he bombs, he bombs Stack wax lie like a placemat won't lap or help you at the automat and it's clear and clean as sugar free jazz Schools he bombs, he bombs Fossilize apostle and I

Maybe The Shangri-Las

Maybe if pray every night you`ll come back to me, and Maybe if I cry everyday you`ll come back to stay.

Is Chicago, Is Not Chicago Soul Coughing

A mandrives a planeinto theChrysler buildingSaskatoon is in the roomPoulsbo is in the roomBennetsville is in the roomPalmyra is in the roomIs ChicagoIs not ChicagoIs ChicagoIs not ChicagoA mancuts ...

Casiotone Nation (Live) Soul Coughing

The five percent Nation of corduroy.The five percent Nation of Marlboro.The five percent Nation of pay-per-view.The five percent Nation of nipple clamps.The five percent Nation of Milton Bradley.Th...

$300 Soul Coughing

The five percent Nation of corduroyThe five percent Nation of MarlboroThe five percent Nation of pay per viewThe five percent Nation of nipple clampsThe five percent Nation of Milton BradleyThe fiv...

Something's Coming Brian Stokes Mitchell

There`s something due any day; I will know right away, Soon as it shows. It may come cannonballing down through the sky, Gleam in its eye, Bright as a rose! Who knows?