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Revenge of the Nerds (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Boulevard of Broken Dreams: Melancholy Melodies For the Broken-Hearted (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Drugs, Liquor, Sex & Cigarettes (Parallel Thought) · Mojo Presents: Cigarettes And Alcohol (Hutchinson, Hutch) · How They Light Cigarettes in Prison (Drowningman) · Cigarettes and Gasoline (Emerson Hart) · Cigarettes & Suitcases (Something for Kate) · Cigarettes and Housework (Rachel Fuller) · Coffee and Cigarettes (Bill Evans) · Money and Cigarettes (Eric Clapton) – and 90 other albums »


get what you feel

I gave you everything, you threw it away.
Put me out like a cigarette, out like a cigarette.
Love like a cancer, still you beg me
the curtain broken night 
Shadows fall on mystery 
Love has ripened here for me 
Stubbing out the cigarette 
I see the clothes beside the bed 
As the half
here all my life 
For you to find me?

Faces pass me by
And these pictures never lie to me
Broken bottles on the floor
And all this writing
Well it's wet,
It's all broken and wet,
But I take what I get,
I got a crooked cigarette.

Well she left,
She left me with a hell of a debt,
I was standing in the station
being pounded by the rain
so I chose the last compartment
of a stationary train
I felt someone get in behind me
Sitting by a broken window
Up in a back room swallowing wine
Gazing down a backstreet garden
With my bed chair table and wine
Looks like I'm
Come into the union district
Drive down on Sharmon Palms
White ghettos paint a picture
Broken homes and broken bones
I was so full of scotch I
it's one of seven
What a night for the dancing dead
What a night to be called to heaven
What a picture to fill your head
By the wall in silhouette
limericks carved 
By the old pay phone 

[Chorus]
And in your picture book 
I'm trying hard to see 
Turning endless pages 
Of this tragedy 
Sculpting
I was standing in the station
being pounded by the rain
so I chose the last compartment
of a stationary train
I felt someone get in behind me
And late at night
Whilst on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
What's wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with this picture?

Farewell
The disappointed
All congregate at my house
Their voices sob with grief
That they want me to be chief
Of the tribe with broken hearts

Once, I had no sympathy
bear me on their shoulders 
To a secret shadow land 
Where a somber marching band 
Plays a tune for broken hearts 
And day grows darker now
We met at the broken spoke restaurant and lounge
I lit your cigarette and then you wrote your number down
On the inside of a matchbook that was
She's been burned again by fire
And she knows she's been betrayed by her own imagination
The cigarette keeps burning as she curses her desire.
and get me a hand full of powder
Red eyes and red lips that come up and kiss you
Sun coming up on a big broken picture

Here comes the little ghost
Here
I slept next to your broken wrist and dreamt I was a vine that grew out of a lover's kiss and wrapped around your spine. 
Will you stay in my life?
becomes of the broken-hearted?
They're drunk for a few weeks,
Then back where they started
So pass me the wine
A cigarette too
We've about a week
says I've got nowhere to go
Tell me something I don't know
He's painting it out like I don't want to know

The picture has come down
I'm taking it
am I to keep from blemishing this masterpiece
How am I to know

How am I to know

As a boy I watched the world through broken eyes
Give into me by men,
room by the chair
You're smoking a cigarette
If I close my eyes, I can see your face; you're saying: "I missed you."
Dreamin', I'm always dreamin'
you'd done to me;
Turned me on to things I never knew.
It's all broken, weeds are growing.
Wish I was going home to the house by the shore
(Where you
you'd done to me;
Turned me on to things I never knew.
It's all broken, weeds are growing.
Wish I was going home to the house by the shore
(Where you
you'd done to me;
Turned me on to things I never knew.
It's all broken, weeds are growing.
Wish I was going home to the house by the shore
(Where you
says I've got nowhere to go
Tell me something I don't know
He's painting it out like I don't want to know

The picture has come down
I'm taking it