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She's very wealthy, it's true,
So that she's one up on you,
She's dressed up all in red white and blue,
And she always knows more than you,
She's so affected, cool, calm, collected,
She knows who to smile to today,
She's just been brought up that way,
She knows all the right games to play,
And she always knows just what to say,
She's well respected, cool, calm, collected,
In public the strain's hard to bear,
She exudes such a confident air,
But behind she is not without care,
But she sweeps it right under her hair,
She seems to glod brilliantly white,
And her hair seems to shine in the night,
With her feet unbelievably light,
And he teeth ready and sharpened to bite.
"Cool, Calm, Collected" - (Jagger/Richards)
"Friend friend
We are at it again
Blastin' off to Timbuktu
I said it before I'll say it again
We learned to be cool from you
Hey lady in the Mermaid Cafe
Bathed in a spotlight of blue
Singing those Sarah Vaughan songs until dawn
We learned to be cool from you"
(Jimmy Buffet)
[Well, in THAT case! ;-) ]
...
Your parents were anxious
your cool was contagious
at the old school
You left without leaving
a note for your grieving
sweet mother while your brother was so cruel
and here in the alleys
your spirits were rallied
as you learned quick to make a fast buck
in bathrooms and ball rooms
on dumpsters and heirlooms
we bit our tongues
sucked our lips into our lungs
for we were falling
such was our calling
And here in our hovel
we're fused like a family
but I will not mourn for you
So take up your make up
and pocket your pills away
We're Kings among runaways
on the Bus Mall
(The Decemberists "On the Bus Mall")
What's coming through is a lie...
The snake behind me hisses what my damage could've been
my blood before me begs me open up my heart again
and I feel this
coming over like a storm again now
oooh and I feel this
coming over like a storm again now
I am too committed to
slip away fade away
taste the way I still feel you
touching me
and changing me
consider it you killing me
considering you're killing me
considering you're killing me...
"H" (Tool)
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