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| 1. |
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death
data entry ant hill law encoded arc our common cause drink liquid clocks 'til I see God crystal display can't turn it off shh...shh...shhhh don't talk don't talk |
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| 2. |
| 3:56 |
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It was Don DeLillo, whiskey neat
And a blinking midnight clock Speakers on a TV stand Just a turntable to watch And the smoke came out our mouths On all those hooded sweatshirt walks We were a stroke of luck We were a gold mine, they gutted us And from the sidelines you see me run Until I'm out of breath Living the good life, I left for dead The sorrowful Midwest Well I did my best... To keep my head It was grass stain jeans and incompletes And a girl from class to touch But you think about yourself too much And you ruin who you love Well all these claims at consciousness My stray dog freedom Let's have a nice clean cut Like a bag we buy and divy up And from the sidelines, I see you run Until you're out of breath And all those white lines that sped us up We hurried to our death Well I lagged behind... So you got ahead |
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| 3. |
| 3:54 |
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You can make a plan
Carve it into stone Like a feather falling That is still unknown Until the clock speaks up Says it's time to go You can choose the high Or the lower road You might clench your fist You might fork your tongue As you curse or praise All the things you've done And the faders move And the music dies As we pass over On the arc of time So you'll nurse your love like a wounded dove in the covered cage of night Every star is crossed by phrenetic thoughts They separate and then collide And they twist like sheets ‘til you fall asleep and they finally unwind It's a black balloon It's a dream you'll soon deny I hear if you make friends With Jesus Christ You'll get right up From that chalk outline And then you'll get dolled up And you'll dress in white All to take your place In his chorus line And then in you'll come With those marching drums In a saintly compromise No more whiskey slurs No more blonde hair girls For your whole eternal life And you'll do the dance That was choreographed At the very dawn of time Singing "I told you son, The day would come, You would die, you die, you die, you die… You would die, you die, you die, you die… You would die, you die, you die, you die… You would die, you die, you die To the deepest part Of the human heart The fear of death expands ‘til we crack the code we've always known But could never understand On a circuit board We'll soon be born Again, again, again, again… And again, again, again, again… And again, again, again, again… And again, again, again |
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| 4. |
| 4:33 |
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I heard you fell into a rabbit hole
Covered yourself up in snow Baby, tell me where'd you go For days and days Did they make you stay up all night? Did they paint your face that pasty white? You're thirsty but your appetite Is chased away The sun turns us to stone It's a cloudy day But we still can't go home Open our back cellar door Till we see the moon We're invisible No one ever takes the garbage out A new kid gets dare to touch the house He runs back only to announce There's no one home Does he paint the foil with a flame Smear the soda, taste butane For every fear that can't be named To calm you down Your heart starts skipping steps So your farther gone Then you might expect If your thoughts should turn to death Got to stomp them out Like a cigarette |
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| 5. |
| 3:21 |
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First with your hands and then with your mouth.
A downpour of sweat, damp cotton clouds. I was a fool, you were my friend. We made it happen. You took off your clothes, left on the light. You stood there so brave. You used to be shy. Each feature improved, each movement refined and eyes like a showroom. Now they are spreading out the blankets on the beach. That weatherman is a liar. He said it would be raining but it is clear and blue as far as I can see. Left by the lamp, right next to the bed, on a cartoon cat pat you scratched with a pen, "Everything is as it has always been. This never happened. Don't take it so bad it is nothing you did. It's just once something dies you can't make it live. You are a beautiful boy. You're a sweet little kid but I am a woman." So I laid back down and wrapped myself up in the sheet. And I must have looked like a ghost because something frightened me and since then I've been so good at vanishing. Now I do as I please and lie through my teeth. Someone might get hurt but it won't be me. I should probably feel cheap but I just feel free and a little bit empty. No it isn't so hard to get close to me. There will be no arguments. We will always agree. And I will try and be kind when I ask you to leave. We will both take it easy. But if you stay too long inside my memory, I will trap you in a song tied to a melody and I will keep you there so you can't bother me |
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| 6. |
| 4:47 |
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I'm staring out into that vacuum again
From the back porch of my mind The only thing that's alive I'm all there is And I start attacking my vodka, stab the ice with my straw My eyes have turned red as stoplights, you seem ready to walk You know I'll call you eventually, when I wanna talk 'Til then you're invisible 'Cause there's a switch that gets hit and it all stops making sense And in the middle of drinks, maybe the fifth or the sixth I'm completely alone at a table of friends I feel nothing for them. I feel nothing, nothing Well, I need a break from the city again I think I'll ship myself back west I got a friend there, she says, "hey, any time." Unless that offers expired, I have been less than frequent She's under no obligation to indulge every whim And I'm so ungrateful, I take, she gives and forgives And I keep forgetting it And each morning she wakes with a dream to describe Something lovely that bloomed in her beautiful mind I said "I'll trade you one for two nightmares of mine I have some where I die, I have some where we all die." I'm thinking of quitting drinking again I know I said that a couple times And I'm always changing my mind, well, I guess I am But there's this burn in my stomach and there's this pain in my side And when I kneel at the toilet And the mornings clean light pours in through the window Sometimes I pray I don't die I'm a goddamn hypocrite But the night rolls around and it all starts making sense There is no right way or wrong way, you just have to live And so I do what I do and at least I exist What could mean more than this? What would mean more? Mean more? |
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| 7. |
| 5:25 |
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Some plans were made and rice was thrown
A house was built, a baby born How time can move both fast and slow Amazes me And so I raise my glass to symmetry To the second hand and its accuracy To the actual size of everything The desert is the sand You can't hold it in your hand It won't bow to your demands There's no difference you can make There's no difference you can make And if it seems like an accident A collage of senselessness You aren't looking hard enough I wasn't looking hard enough An argument for consciousness The instinct of the blind insect Who makes love to the flower bed And dies in the first freeze Oh I want to learn such simple things No politics, no history Till what I want and what I need Can finally be the same I just got myself to blame Leave everything up to fate When there's choices I could make When there's choices I could make Yeah, my heart needs a polygraph Always so eager to pack my bags When I really wanna stay When I really wanna stay When I wanna stay (x4) The arc of time, the stench of sex The innocence you can't protect Each quarter note, each marble step Walk up and down that lonely treble clef Each wanting the next one Each wanting the next one to arrive Each wanting the next one Each wanting the next one to arrive An argument for consciousness The instinct of the blind insect Who never thinks not to accept its fate That's faith, there's happiness in death You give to the next one You give to the next on down the line You give to the next one You get to the next on down the line The levity of longing that Distills each dream inside my head By morning watered down again On silver stars I wish and wish and wish Move on to the next one Move on to the next one down the line Move on to the next one Move on to the next one down the line You get to the next one You get to the next on down the line You get to the next one You get to the next on down the line |
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| 8. |
| 4:07 |
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A house of cards
A supple heart Is not a place to dwell Now you have your cake Don’t hesitate Come on just do it, Come on just do it Put it in your mouth There is only now Tomorrow has to wait But know there’s no backing out This is gonna be reality You can never dream it down I have No way Of telling The two apart Well I made amends In the general sense But the devil’s in the details And I know the cause And I want to stop But I can’t do it, I just can’t do it There was love I meant There were accidents So tell me which is which ‘Cus I just can’t work it out But for memory and clarity We had better write it down I have no way Of knowing the truth With time dissolves I put the past into the ground I saw the future as a cloud If theres still time to turn around Im going to Its just one day I fell asleep And all day all night I dreamed I am the first one I deceive If I can make myself believe The rest is easy... |
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| 9. |
| 3:27 |
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I wanna be the surgeon that cuts you open
That fixes all of life's mistakes I wanna be the house that you were raised in The only place that you feel safe I wanna be a shower in the morning That wakes you up and makes you clean I know I'm just the weather againt your window As you sleep through a winter's dream Someones churning the earth Someone's stirring the sky Every color at once in a column of lights Bacteria breeds on a microscope slide The worm in my heart's the apple of your eye Don't adore what is impossible We have built this ship in a wine bottle But if you knew how it worked We'd have to grow old Someone's eating at you, wakes you up in the night If you're digging the past, who knows what you'll find Read the newspaper print off the microfiche slide And you're holding your breath for the rest of your life Don't you love what is intangible I have built this ship in a wine bottle But if you knew who I was... You would never grow old |
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| 10. |
| 3:17 |
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John A. Hobson was a good man
He used to loan me books and mic stands He even got me a subscription To the Socialist Review Listening to records in his basement Old folk songs about the government "It's love of money, not the market" He said, "these fuckers push on you" And freedom yells, it don't cry Whatever sells will decide But there's no hell when you die So don't look so worried He got a night life, lost his day job Pushing papers, swinging pendulums Anything to serve a function Or to occupy some time You gotta earn this living somehow You're good as dead without a bank account But it's funny how alive he felt down In that unemployment line With all that trash at his feet The pools of piss in the street All of that filthy empathy For the way we're feeling The billboards shade The flags they wave The anthem was playing loud The baseball game was letting out And all at once he saw the dust And heard every tiny sound Got in his truck and turned around Drove out through the crowd and the cops Drove out past that center mall Drove out past that sickening sprawl Out past that fenced in crawl And maybe he lost control Fucking with the radio But I bet the stars seemed so close At the end At the end At the end |
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| 12. |
| 5:32 |
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Did it all get real, I guess it's real enough
They got refrigerators full of blood Another century spent pointing guns At anything that moves Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot My twitching muscles tease my flippent thoughts I never really dreamed of heaven much Until we put him in the ground But it's all I'm doing now Listening for patterns in the sound Of an endless static sea But once the satellite's deceased It blows like garbage through the streets Of the night sky to infinity But don't you weep (don't you weep for them) Don't you weep (don't you weep) There is nothing as lucky Honey, don't you weep (don't you weep for them) Don't you weep (don't you weep) There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free Don't be a criminal in this police state You better shop and eat and procreate You got vacation days then you might escape To a condo on the coast I set my watch to the atomic clock I hear the crowd count down til the bomb gets dropped I always figured there'd be time enough I never let it get me down But I can't help it now Looking for faces in the clouds I got some friends I barely see But we're all planning to meet We'll lay in bags as dead as leaves All together for eternity But don't you weep (don't you weep for them) Don't you weep (don't you weep) There is no one as lucky Honey, don't you weep (don't you weep for them) Don't you weep (don't you weep) There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free Or free, or free, or free There's nothing, there's nothing, there's nothing... |
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