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Almost Out of the Woods
01:57
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Nerves
03:07
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Hawkeye: "So uh... What's next with him?"
Trapper: "Starting tomorrow... He gets taller."
From where ink drips to where it lives
I only have so much to give
But if my legs have been cut off
I think they've carried me far enough
I'm growing eyeballs, stop the floor
My legs won't carry me anymore
Give me a lease, cut me some slack
Because my nerves are growing back
I've had a numb, numb spot for days
But everybody says that it's okay
I'm popping stitches down my back
But at least black bird's still got my back
And when I think that I'm immune
Everybody's mad cos it's too soon
Am I a desperate basket case
Or have I just not found my place?
You think you know me now, okay
But I'll be different day by day
And on the days that I'm no use
We'll call a temporary truce
Extra arms and extra legs,
No sixth sense or handsome face
A nose is growing on my back
But now my eyes are turning black
I've seen way, way darker days
But the spider says that I'm gonna be okay
My dreams are slowly coming back
And my nerves, my nerves are growing back
I'm just an outline, just a sketch
But you still say it under breath
The shapes, they aren't all there
But there's light and color everywhere
I'm just a blueprint, this is shit
But I think I'm getting used to it
I grow my own limbs, get the knack
Until my nerves start growing back
Fran: "So what's it like then? You know, fags and booze?"
Bernard: "Well to be honest, after years of smoking and drinking, you do sometimes look at yourself and think..."
Fran: "Yep..."
Bernard: "You know, just sometimes in between the first cigarette with coffee in the morning to that four-hundredth glass of corner shop piss at 3 AM... You do sometimes look at yourself and think..."
Fran: "Yep..."
Bernard: "This is fantastic. I'm in heaven."
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Newman
02:55
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George: "Let me ask you something, w-what do you do for a living, Newman?"
Newman: "I'm a United States postal worker."
George: "Aren't those the guys that always go crazy and come back with a gun and shoot everybody?"
Newman: "... Sometimes."
Jerry: "Why is that?"
Newman: "Because the mail never stops! It just keeps coming and coming and coming, there's never a letup, it's relentless! Every day, it piles up more and more and more and you've gotta get it out, but the more you get out, the more it keeps coming it, and then the barcode reader breaks, and it's Publisher's Clearing House day!"
Jerry: "Alright, alright, alright, just take the records, they're in the bedroom, take 'em, take anything you want!"
Newman: "When you control the mail, you control... Information. I see many dogs on my mail route."
Newman: "I was speaking earlier with Kramer and he mentioned something about a private jet to Paris? I hear it's quite beautiful there this time of year, and of course you know I'm one quarter French. I still have family there... I have a cousin there who's suffering very badly. She's lost all use of her muscles. She can only communicate by blinking! I would so love to see her, bring a ray of sunshine into her tragic life... But alas, I can't afford it, for I am, as you know, but a simple postal worker. For I am but a simple postal worker."
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Places
03:26
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Dick: "You betcha, it's like I'm feeling my lungs for the first time. Tommy, have you smoked your cigarette yet?"
Tommy: "Uh, no sir."
Dick: "There's no reason to put it off."
Harry: "You know, I must say, this second-hand smoke is smooth and satisfying."
Dick: "My gift to you! If you want to advance, you're gonna have to open your mind to new experiences... Well... I've started again."
The places we'll go
When we decide to get away
We'll take a bus
And go to LA
The sights we will see
When it's just you and me
I'll build us a boat
And we'll live on the sea
The music we'll play
When there's nothing else to do
We'll sing lots of songs
I'll sing about you
The places we'll go
When we decide it's time to run
We'll pack up our bags
And go to the sun
But if space is dead
If it really is too soon
Then I'll die on Earth
And you'll go to the moon
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Space is Dead
03:31
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O, space is dead
The last alien just breathed his final breath
The wars we've fought have crumbled down our fortress
So we can see the charred space all around
This isn't the end of us
This is the end of everything that isn't us
The end of everything that isn't just like us
O, space is dead
The terraforming farmer's lost his head
We always thought the universe was teeming
But we're the last things to float down the stream
No we're not out of time
This is the end of everything we'd ever find
All souvenirs have been sold
And I'm going to grow old
Never knowing
Is this all surbaffnee know furestuf eemrowf urmoffne?
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