
Date of issue: 27.01.1997
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Lucky |
Mean Mr. Mustard says he’s bored |
of life in The District. |
Can’t afford the French Quarter high |
says it gets old real quick |
and he pales up next to me scrawled on the pavement |
It says: Son, time is all the luck |
you need. |
And if I stay lucky then my tongue |
will stay tied, and I won’t betray |
the things that I hide. |
There’s not enough years underneath |
this belt, for me to admit the way |
that I felt. |
Mean Mr. Mustard says don’t be the wave that crashes |
From a sea of discontent, he says |
he’s wrestled with that blanket… |
It leaves you cold and wet |
any way you stretch it Divine apathy! |
Disease of my youth |
watch that you don’t catch it. |
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Water's Edge | 1995 |
Headstrong | 1995 |
Lame | 1995 |
Over Your Shoulder | 2005 |
Devil Boy | 1995 |
Roderigo | 1995 |
Anything | 1995 |
People Like New | 1997 |
Player Piano | 1997 |
This Evening's Great Excuse | 1997 |
What Angry Blue? | 1997 |
Rock Crown | 1997 |
Gone Away | 1997 |
Oven | 1997 |
Needle Can't Burn (What the Needle Can't Find) | 1997 |
I Could Be Wrong | 1997 |
Home Stretch | 1997 |
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