I need to taste your voice in my mouth
I need to taste your voice in the air
And I need to feel your skin against all that I retch out
And feel your voice all over everywhere

I need to paste your skin around the mailbox
And hold the postman in your smile
I need to fill your lungs with smallpox
And fill the glow of a sick and distorted life

Beautiful baby
All filled with angels
Beautiful baby
All filled with angels
Beautiful baby
All filled with angels
Beautiful babies
All filled with angels


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    General CommentIt's a love song of sorts from the point of view of a man who takes a lot of acid. Really, listen to Jeff introduce it live. "We're not saying it's a good thing..."
    Cynothoglyson July 14, 2006   Link
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    General CommentI think Cynothoglys is right. It makes complete sense. Whenever I listen to this recording I get the chills. He has so much emotion in his music. And the horn instruments vaguely blaring in the background during "Beautiful Baby...All filled with Angels..." gives me terrible (or very good) goosebumps.
    clapyourhandssayon April 16, 2007   Link
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    General Commentwhere can you find this song?
    kyleeburnson August 10, 2007   Link
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    General CommentI feel like the lyrics should be in caps.
    ExoM7on July 08, 2010   Link

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