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| 1. |
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| 2. |
| 5:15 | 
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Here we go down that same old road again
Sympathy unfolds the shell that holds all the beauty within Here we go down that same old road again A memory, a regret, a hope Here we go down that same old road again Empathy controls the wind that blows and tickles our skin A memory, a regret, a hope, a stimulant Recent it seems We must push on, we must push on Though we bleed We must push on, we must push on All you need is a modest house in a modest neighborhood In a modest town where honest people dwell Making the cleanest energy for the greenest plants to grow Richest soil that is drenched with the freshest rain Then you should sit in your backyard Watch clouds peak over the tallest mountain tops Cause they unveil honest opinions about the stars We must push on, we must push on Recent it seems We must push on, we must push on Though we bleed We must push on, we must push on All you need is a modest house In a modest neighborhood All you need is a modest house In a modest neighborhood All you need is a modest house In a modest neighborhood All you need is a modest house In a modest neighborhood All you need is a modest house In a modest neighborhood |
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| 3. |
| 4:34 |
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I can't even concentrate on this
It's over thought, anticipated The pen ink is running dry It's been thrown to paper and wasted Creativity has been blocked and over tasted Maybe in time, I'll appreciate it Hold on, hold on We'll be with you soon These papers are stuck in this book Until they're torn out and pasted To the inside of my memory Where I can later look and see them in a new gallery Where they can later be viewed and appreciated Hold on, hold on We'll be with you soon We'll be with you Longing for what has been lost Longing for what hasn't been obtained It's a small cost, forgot the past, lost the future Only now remains Hold on, hold on We'll be with you soon We'll be with you |
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| 4. |
| 1:33 |
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| 5. |
| 5:04 |
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We're born into silence then let it all be
A fortune in silence then just float astray Born into silence then let it all be There's a fortune in silence, oh Watch it explode while fragments of Irony's examples fly and hit the shore And tyranny's torn from the podiums Where leaders stand but rule no more Pleading with nothing Why don't we lecture about something Protest the way we're passive today Watch it explode while it's not impossible For flowers to bloom and grow next to graves And babies are born in the same buildings Where people go to pass away, pass away Pleading with nothing Why don't we lecture about something Protest the way we're passive today We live like penguins in the desert Why can't we live like tribes? We live like penguins in the desert Why can't we live like tribes? We live like penguins in the desert Why can't we live like tribes? We live like penguins in the desert Why can't we live like tribes? Born into silence then let it all be A fortune in silence then just float astray Born into silence then let it all be A fortune in silence, oh |
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| 6. |
| 4:09 |
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Distorted and complicated I'm sorry but it's over Essential to awaken I'm leaving Here we are That's what it's all about I'm sorry but it's over To love here and to love this I'm finally breathing Before you go There is something more to say Before you go There is something more to say Persistent resentment I'm sorry but it's over Seduction for destruction I'm finally breathing Tonight Tonight It's what it's all about Always Before you go There is something more to say Before you go There is something more to say Before you go There is something more to say |
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| 7. |
| 3:32 |
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This lonely old man at heart, resting gray hairs
On wrinkled arms with nothing but A stool to hold up his back Skinny legs with Japanese mileage Crossed at the ankles He's unaware Maybe you've never seen it Maybe you've never been through it It's the only way to understand it Unaware of his surroundings, youth in packs Swarming like wolves to a fresh kill The scenic tracks, he's just scared about dying Maybe you've never seen it Maybe you've never been through it It's the only way to understand it Save your clever statements Braid your severed view of it It's the only way to understand it Too bad, too bad, too bad, so sad Days have come to an end, where all Where all has been lost Maybe you've never seen it Maybe you've never been through it It's the only way to understand it Save your clever statements Braid your severed view of it It's the only way to understand it, to understand it |
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| 8. |
| 1:41 |
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| 9. |
| 4:29 |
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The opera is over, singers have all gone home,
Seats are empty, the kitchen is closed, The sidewalks are sprayed down, The blinds are pulled down, foundations unstable, The wrecking ball’s back, Quiet business – vacancy, quiet business – vacancy. Rents are rising, our lease is up, culture is down. The symphony’s concluded, The instruments are all cased up, The notes are silent, music’s still apparent. Rents are rising, our lease is up, Culture is down, spirits are jaded, Art is dying, is art dead? Art is dying, is art dead? Believe it, we need to move on. A one track mind in a one way time, Let’s go ahead and gentrify, We let art die with robot minds, They steal the brush and paint boundary lines. A stale kind of people we’ll find, Walking in single file line, I think it’s time we finally rewind, Let’s go ahead, we might as well… Rents are rising, our lease is up, Culture is down, spirits are jaded… |
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| 10. |
| 3:23 |
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I think I'm awake, rolling on my blanket
I am sinking into the bed, light around me Beautiful washes of pulsating color Buzzing white noise, it sounds like one hundred bees I too once thought the radio played Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed I too once thought the radio played Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed Pulsing, you control it Body's asleep and your mind is awake I too once thought the radio played Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed I too once thought the radio played Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed I too once thought the radio played Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed I too once thought the radio played Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed |
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| 11. |
| 1:33 |
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| 12. |
| 3:45 |
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White cloth, black napkins, wood chairs, surround me
Wood tables, foggy signs, in front with no lies Night falls beneath candle light Cast shadows, incense fragrance From the corner of the room Cloudy senses, stale light below, beneath Night falls beneath candle light White squalls beneath winter skies Night falls beneath winter skies White squalls beneath winter skies A faceless crowd of elderly beings Roses sprouting, yellow glow With sound conscience into the night, beneath Night falls beneath candle light White squalls beneath winter skies |
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| 1:48 |
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| 14. |
| 3:17 |
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Think we know, oblivious though
Unified clones sit like stones Upon thrones of fools gold Looking bold but all alone Restore our needed shelter Sitting sideways, something deep Wading water, pants at my knees Fading with growth, lie awake Buried stones all alone Restore our needed shelter Our flawless endeavor To be alone, to be alone Sitting sideways, something deep Wading water, pants at my knees Sitting sideways, something deep Fading with growth, lie awake Lie awake, lie awake |
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| 15. |
| 5:37 |
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The only things surrounding you now
Are the circular memories that infect your conscience They are the make up of your worries, regrets and doubts Collective portrayal of your person radiates confidence Shine with silence and shadow the ones below This drought is leaving me with cracked soil and brown leaves Floating on a dry lake bed with a dry mouth and a foggy head Waiting for the snow But when the water comes I will overflow, I will overflow But when the water comes, I will overflow There's one more thing, forgot to tell you Worries and doubts will only help you In the long run, you'll shadow the ones below This drought is leaving me with cracked soil and brown leaves Floating on a dry lake bed with a dry mouth and a foggy head Waiting for the snow But when the water comes I will overflow, I will overflow But when the water comes, I will overflow That piece was recorded live at the famous One Second Club in 1944 It was inspired by the clarity of consciousness Rather than the vividness of dream And was the self proclaimed pinnacle of broken bridges and chest pressure |
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| 16. |
| 6:40 |
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Does anybody feel this way
Does anybody feel like I do Does anybody feel this way Does anybody feel like I do I built a wall It stretched one thousand miles Set it off (Massacre) It's holding up the roof Breast feed your heart Set it off I saw a distant port With no water to support Burning the bridge between Does anybody feel this way Does anybody feel like I do Does anybody feel this way Does anybody feel like I do Never content nor satisfied Tensions of self The massacre changed history Borderline paranoia Yelling at their own rights Set it off Does anybody feel this way Does anybody feel like I do Though half of me is gone The lonesome heart is there I cannot find the other half I cannot find the other half I cannot find the other half I cannot find the other half |
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