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This Mortal Coil - The Jeweler
The jeweller
Has a shop
On the corner of the boulevard
In the night,
In small spectacles,
He polishes old coins
He uses spit and cloth and ashes
He makes them shine with ashes
He knows the use of ashes
He worships God with ashes
The coins are often very old
By the time they reach the jeweler
With his hands and ashes
He will try the best he can
He knows that he can only shine them
Cannot repair the scratches
He knows that even new coins have scars
So he just smiles
He knows the use of ashes
He worships God with ashes
In the darkest of the night
Both his hands will blister badly
They will often open painfully
And the blood flows from his hands
He works to take from black coin faces
The thumbprints from so many ages
He wishes he could cure the scars
When he forgets he sometimes cries
He knows the use of ashes
He worships God with ashes
Smashing Pumpkins - Tarantula
I don’t wanna fight every single night
Everything I want is in your eyes
You and me go back to places I don’t know to care
The spoils of all I got were left to scraps
Don’t let me say this
But you’re no worse than me
It’s crazy
We all are real, if real ever was, just because
We all feel, feel we’ve had enough
We all are real ‘cause someone gave us sound
I wanna be there when you’re happy
I wanna love you when you’re sad
Can’t stand the morning rain
Get out and take your place then
Can’t stand the blazing sun
Then close your eyes you’ll see
The angel dies
I don’t want to be anything for these
A million watts of sound can’t compare
Come along you’ll see the world
The pulse ripples, the crowd unfurls
The current starts to flow and then you’re on
Oh it’s a white hot soul they want, sinful
We all are real, if real ever was, it’s just because
We all are real, every living soul
Yes I'm real ‘cause someone gave us sound
Don’t break the oath
I wanna love you when you’re happy
Don’t break this oath
I wanna be there when you’re sad
Please bring the pouring rain
We all are real, as real as any ghost
It’s easy now
I’m real, in every living soul God gave us
Can’t stand the blazing sun
Can’t stand the morning rain
Get out and take your place again
I don’t wanna be alone
I don’t wanna be alone
I don’t wanna be alone, alone
If it’s a white hot soul they want
It’s a black heart they’ll get
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