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?

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.

City Of Motors Soul Coughing

Three times dark, first in the mind. Second on java street, the dead car there. The hood blown off with a bb gun. Manuela said she saw the brakes fail. Manuela said she saw the brakes fail.

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

Down To This Soul Coughing

You get the ankles and I'll get the wrists. You get the ankles and I'll get the wrists. You get the ankles and I'll get the wrists. You come down to this.

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

Unmarked Helicopters Soul Coughing

Whoses song id that remembered at random serpentane Foofetic coils emerging Some other thought is thinking This light stands above the houses on the ground This illumination visited upon the whole land

Moon Sammy Soul Coughing

Across the floor. Below the floor. There is a wall. Behind the wall. There is a chair. Moon Sammy knows. The chair is there.

Mr Bitterness Soul Coughing

Across the floor. Below the floor. There is a wall. Behind the wall. There is a chair. Moon Sammy knows. The chair is there.

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

Rolling Soul Coughing

I've gotta get a new balm I've gotta get a tight tension on I've got to slip it up until the rush gets gone I've got to feel it with the hot mind on I'm rolling Hey Norman was it thrown with a broken arm

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.

$300 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 The five

White Girl Soul Coughing

At random, surpenting Throught fatty coils, emerging some other thought it's thinking this light stands above the houses on the ground this illumination visited upon the whole land unmarked helicopters

Is Chicago, Is Not Chicago Soul Coughing

A man drives a plane into the Chrysler building Saskatoon is in the room Poulsbo is in the room Bennetsville is in the room Palmyra is in the room Is Chicago Is not Chicago Is Chicago Is not Chicago A

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

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

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

The Idiot Kings Soul Coughing

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.

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?

Blueeyed Devil Soul Coughing

Working the skinny tie. 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.

Sleepless Soul Coughing

exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers jewels cleaving 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

Paint Soul Coughing

A murder of lawyers in overcoats, shoulders up, heads slung low, looking like a swarm of M's swarming the crosswalk. Looking up at a window on the forty-fourth floor.

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,

Lazybones Soul Coughing

When all the limbs are numb and clean, and you're in transit, dream to dream, I'll drift there to meet you, lazybones.

Bus To Beelzebug Soul Coughing

Get on to the bus That's gonna take you back to Beelzebub Get on to the bus That's gonna make you stop going rub a dub Your words burn the air Like the names of candy bars Your mouth is cold and red All

Screenwriters Blues Soul Coughing

exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers jewels cleaving 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

Super Bon Bon(Propellorheads mix) Soul Coughing

Move aside and let the man go through. Let the man go through. 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.

Super Bon Bon Soul Coughing

Move aside and let the man go through. Let the man go through. 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.

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

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 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

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

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?

Misinformed Soul Coughing

It is like a burden to the beat, to the long gone. I was once misinformed about your intentions. Were you right to burn the rock star? Were you right to drop the roster?

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

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

Sugar Free Jazz Soul Coughing

Normalize the signal and you're banging on freon paleolithic eon put the fake goatee on and it booms as cool as sugar free jazz Schools he bombs, he bombs Stack wax lie like a placemat won't lap or help

Supra Genius Soul Coughing

Normalize the signal and you're banging on freon paleolithic eon put the fake goatee on and it booms as cool as sugar free jazz Schools he bombs, he bombs Stack wax lie like a placemat won't lap or help

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

Collapse Soul Coughing

Mid-level manager Says he heard about Some mulatto girl Shot him in the mouth And left him a hotel Near the mid-south offices He worked in distribution, Regional vice-president Collapse, unload it, pop

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

I Miss The Girl Soul Coughing

Hold closed the jaw. 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

Soundtrack To Mary Soul Coughing

Throw back the noise, get another one. Pour out the rum, I've been drunk enough. I know the sound that you made and I Can't seem to unremind myself. I hope you feel better later on.

Pensacola Soul Coughing

Like waves in which you drown me, shouting I knoe you must've realized by now And by the lawnchairs there Next to the racks of guns Your self esteem is waiting Canned up in alluminum

How Many Cans Soul Coughing

Hold closed the jaw. 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

Houston Soul Coughing

floating in a warm sea And if she finds out when she comes back, I know that she wil leave me Oh I heard a sign, it was a dull crack It was a clock hand, It was snapping back Oh it wasn't her's, it was the

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

Concrete Midnight Oil

In the city the heart still whispers Flaking metal a silent witness There's chemical fields and cathode clouds The milky way is emasculated as exhaust fans And smart cards shrink wrap the coloured air

One Man Army our lady peace

Tightly hold your hand Take a deep breath, give them the finger Are you worried That your thoughts are not quite clear?