Pavement Conduit For Sale!

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’ and I’ll try

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’ and I’ll try

Imagine if you were Herr Barockter, alias and nobleman, son of son of sky, and of scion

Part of his rich inheritance parceled and generous divorce, sentence forthwith being

Certain blocks of land and living quarters deemed by all gentlemen and wives thereof

To be grossly humane and frankly, quite undirty

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’ and I’ll try

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’ and I’ll try

Herr Barockter, in his enviable good taste, tries quick escape gambit via local periodicals

But no takers land an enviable station in the conduit between two selves

A veritable no-man’s-land, array of the flophouse cardboard materials and carbon-monoxide wallpaper

All his brig-deck Torino boys ask is irrelevant

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’ and I’ll try

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’ and I’ll try

Unable to bear the scandal, Ray, philanthropist, rents low-down scab house in conduit

Herr Barockter offers said land for a song, but no one wants to sing

In an attempt to retain social privileges, yet mask it as goodwill, he says to the conduit members,

“Take this rotten old tree and make it bear fruit.”

Cheers erupted throughout the thin settlement; an Italian male was heard to say,

“Between here and there is better than either here or there!”

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’ and I’ll try

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’ and I’ll try

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

Pavement Loretta’s Scars

How can I, how can I, how can I

Make my body shed for you?

How can I, how can I, how can I

Make my body shed around your metal scars?

Loretta’s scars

Loretta’s scars

Loretta’s scars

From now on I can see the sun

Makes me anxious, makes me run

From now on I can see the sun

Makes me nervous, makes me run

How can I, how can I, how can I

Make my body shed for you?

How can I, how can I, how can I

Make my body shed around your metal scars?

Loretta’s scars

Loretta’s scars

Loretta’s scars

From now on I can see the sun

Makes me anxious, makes me run

From now I can see the sun

Makes me nervous, makes me run

From now on I can see the sun

From now on I can see the sun

I can see the sun, I can see the sun

I can see the, see the, see the sun

Pavement Grave Architecture

Come on in…

Grave architecture [x2]

Walk the marble malls [?]

The monuments to those who fall

And it’s a pocket less than narco shell-bit

Stiff the crypt and the others are rough

And the hood’s so rad

And I’m fucking glad

Glad to see that, know what it means

It takes a lot

Grave architecture [x2]

Stroll past the strip

Is it old? am I clipped?

Am I just a bathtub waiting to be gripped

Or found on shady ground?

And the lampshade’s poised on the overwhelm

Drugs, and need the talent to breathe

It takes a lot

Oh yeah, you wanna be like a blind fish

Positive, we’re positive – go!

Takes a lock-grip, baby

To put you to war

And I’m pushin’ you back than ever [?]

That’ll push you hard

It takes em…

Pavement Motion Suggests

I traced my family line

It ends up where the

Window-passing grainy days

Forgetting she’s away

Here’s the straight and narrow, brought my wheelbarrow

And it’s filled with the lies and the dirt and the hurt

But I won’t need someone to let me be

I won’t need someone to let me be

I bought the cotton threads

And the voice could soothe your

Captive the senses

Like a ginger ale rain

Those that got the marrow curse the tainted pharaohs

Take off, expect fun, you might learn how it runs

But I won’t need someone to let me be

No, I won’t need someone to let me be

No, I won’t need someone to let me be

No, I won’t need someone to let me go

Let me breathe

Pavement Half A Canyon

Ahhh!!! shit, baby.

Canyon bro’, your life is worked in

Dream about the witch trials

You get all too lot of pepper in your forecast

Beneath the shady mezzanine

Keep it when you want to belong…

July fourth, raging fortune

Dream about the witch trials

Send in the romance of people with their dreadlocks

Tied like windshields in the night

Keep it when you want to belong…

I keep my head on for pretty jades

I keep my head up for ships and shades

I keep my head up for bitchy braids

I keep my head up for guilty ray…

Waaaaaaaaaooow [x2]

My..god.. I can’t believe I am still going [x2]

Allee! allee! allee! allee! allee! allee! allee! allee!…

Pavement Brink Of The Clouds

Bring on the clouds

Why you why you why you why you why you why you wait?

Head for your daughter, head for your daughter

See what you bring

Head on the cloud

Why you why you why you why you wait

Head for your daughter head for your daugh- your mum

Said one rosey lain on your neck

So patiently wait…

Yeah!

Before you go

You gotta hand!

OOOOH

[?]

It takes one child lain hold her time for me

Easy-easy-easy-e

GO!

GO!

GO!

GO!

GO!

C’mon!

GO!

Here it comes

There’s a mount’

And if you look around

You better shout

You guys are looking down

On the ground

When I [?]

Down

Later

Later

Later

Later

I got the DC

And I love candy pumpkins

I know DC

And all the black shit buckets

And the capital

And the capital sucks

Like a captial should

Everyone and every tan

Don’t mention brussels

Don’t mention antwerp

Don’t mention bruges

Don’t mention black orange, black orange, etc.

Orange black, ornage black

Is the man

Are the men

Orange black

Pavement Kennel District

Hold on tight she wears the seek

It’s got more stars than the sky

It’s still forbidden to excuse

That little look in your eye

I was busted in my gut that time

That time I said “I know it’s true”

Why didn’t I ask? why didn’t I ask?

Why didn’t I ask? why didn’t I?

I can’t believe she’s married to roe

I would have turned down the light

But she always mocked my fear

Doesn’t make it alright

I wanted to stay there

But you know I needed more than that

Why didn’t I ask? why didn’t I ask?

Why didn’t I ask? why didn’t I?

Why didn’t I ask? why didn’t I ask?

Why didn’t I ask? why didn’t I ask?

Why didn’t I ask? why didn’t I ask?

Why didn’t I ask? why didn’t I ask?

Pavement Blue Hawaiian

A welcome to my friends

This house is a home and a home’s where I belong

Where the feelings are warm and the foundations are strong

If my soul has a shape, well then it is an ellipse and this slap is a gift

‘Cause your cheeks have lost their luster

You know your cheeks have lost their luster

You know your cheeks have lost their luster

You know your cheeks have lost their luster, luster, luster, luster

Take it back

Send return out of time

Tape machine needs to be aligned

Aloha means goodbye and also hello, it’s in how you inflect

Put the bark in the dog and you’ve got a guardian

When the capital’s S, it is followed by a T

And it’s probably me

And the tones are grouped in clusters

You know the tones are grouped in clusters

Well, the tones are grouped in clusters

You know the tones are grouped in clusters, clusters, clusters, clusters

Take it back

Kiss me into the past

Lately never gonna last

Pavement Platform Blues

Cardiac kid, kinda like it

Kinda like it

Cardiac kid don’t go

Chronological on all your friends

First you’ll cause accidents

Raise the roof, make us tense

Follow through to the ends

And we’ll rip the heart out from the defense

The lion reaps his own reward

Serengeti nightmare for the eco-tour

You’re a nice guy, and I hate you for that

Thanks to people like you I’m no longer half bad

Mandrake versus the snake

I got it on the camera for posterity

But my stolen wild orchids got cut

See those sherpas chirping from the autobus

It’s got the right to sit on that face

Well, it was put here for me because I am great

I’ve got the right to sit on that face

Everybody look at me and my wonderful place

Patty, Patty, Patty, you’re so catty

And it’s not fair because I like to doody doddy do

Catty, catty, catty you’re so patty

And it’s unfair ’cause I like to doody doddy do with you

And it’s unfair ’cause I like to

Doody doddy doody da with you

Di da di doody da with you

Pavement …And Carrot Rope

[Spiral:] I want to say:

[SM:] It’s my second hand wonder, a thing that recovers the doubt

[Spiral:] Slim door,

[Mark:] Like a rainstorm, you’ve got to do what you want and say it

[SM:] It’s of my design assembled at the cut

[Spiral:] Slim door,

[SM:] It’s all right to shake, to fight, to feel

[Mark:] You go down, down, down, down

[Spiral:] Slim door,

[SM:] It’s all right to shake, to fight, to feel

[Mark:] You go down, down, down, down

[SM:] Harness your hopes to the folks

with the liquor with the ropes,

Red, red ropes, periscopes

They’ve got everything will ever need

stored under the chair

Simmer, simmer, simmer down

Simmer, simmer, simmer down

Don’t waste your precious breath

explaining that you are worthwhile

Simmer, simmer, simmer down

Simmer, simmer, simmer down

Be patient and I’ll let you see my

Carrot rope, feed my thrill,

I got beat by weather

Carrot rope, feed my thrill,

I got beat by weather

Carrot rope, feed my thrill,

It’s time to get me off of the ground,

The wicket keeper is down

(the wicked keep us down?)

[SM:] Hey little boy, would you like to know what’s in my pocket or not

It’s no ploy, it’s no gimmick,

It’s the chance of a lifetime to see

something that’s never seen by mere mortals

[Mark:] Except me

[Spiral:] And myself

[SM:] And sweet I, so what do you say?

Would you like to play 20 questions with me?

[SM:] A little, little Christian lie,

A little, little Christian lie

Debating if it’s time

to drop the bomb on you, my dear

A little, little Christian lie,

A little, little Christian lie

Let’s get down to brass tacks and start it

A carrot rope, feed my thrill,

I got beat by weather

A carrot rope, feed my thrill,

I got beat by weather

Carrot rope, feed my thrill

It’s time to get me off of the grounds

The wicket keeper is down,

The wicked keeper is down

And he gets me off of the grounds

[Spiral:] Leg