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| 3:36 | 
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I wake up in the morning and I drink from the fountain.
I wake up in the morning with the same unanswered questions. I don't know what's going to cure my unsettled stomach. Street kids collect spare change in a conch shell on the side walk; their teeth are yellow, their hair is tangled. Their minds are vapid and they laugh wild in their depravity. I'll make my way back home to you, head north on San Marco Avenue. White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all. I want to smash them all. Pony tails swinging back and forth behind beach blonde college girls out for a jog. Saint Augustine, shine your light down on me! Pop hits from the 90's echo out of tourist filled bars. I am met with arms crossed under dirty looks, I am treated like a common thief. I'll make my way back home to you, head north on San Marco Avenue. White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all. I want to smash them all. Eaves-dropping in on conversation, I wander aimless leering at strangers. Strung out on the amphetamines that you gave to me. Eye-balled with suspicion by a pencil skirt in high heels, you realize that you're talking to yourself. Cannon fire explodes out over the bay. I'll make my way back home to you, head north on San Marco Avenue. White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all. Looking for context and perspective, looking for some kind of distraction. White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all. I want to smash them all. |
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| 3:15 |
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I was a teenage anarchist Looking for a revolution I had the style, I had the ambition Read all the authors I knew the right slogans There was no war but the class war I was ready to set the world on fire I was a teenage anarchist Looking for a revolution Do you remember when you were young And you wanted to set the world on fire Do you remember when you were young And you wanted to set the world on fire I was a teenage anarchist But the politics were too convenient In the depths of their humanity All I saw was bloodless ideology With freedom as their doctrine Guess who was the new authority I was a teenage anarchist But the politics were too convenient Do you remember when you were young And you wanted to set the world on fire Do you remember when you were young And you wanted to set the world on fire When you were young And you wanted to set the world on fire I was a teenage anarchist But then the scene got too rigid It was mob mentality They set their rifle sights on me Narrow visions of autonomy You want me to surrender my identity I was a teenage anarchist The revolution was a lie Do you remember when you were young And you wanted to set the world on fire Do you remember when you were young And you wanted to set the world on fire When you were young And you wanted to set the world the fire When you were young And you wanted to set the world the fire |
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| 3. |
| 4:21 |
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We used to get high together
Instead of getting high alone Can't remember the last time I saw you Can't remember the last time we talked You left home for a fresh start Working as a waitress down in Bradenton With my name tattooed into your skin Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability I am numbing myself completely, can you hear me right now? I watched your mother bury you today with tears in her eyes It wasn't her words that shook me but the resemblance you shared Don't it seem so detached and unreal? Don't it seem so far away? Like the past never happened Like nothing's ever changed With your casket open in front of me Your eyes closed and your lips silent My name tattooed into your skin Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability I am numbing myself completely, can you hear me right now? I watched your mother bury you today with tears in her eyes It wasn't her words that shook me but the resemblance you shared Didn't listen to the preacher, couldn't look your husband in the eye I'm not sure what I meant to you then so I'm not sure what I owe you now But if something I said hurt you, I swear it was not my intention With your name tattooed into my skin, with your name tattooed into my skin Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability I am numbing myself completely, can you hear me right now? I watched your mother bury you today with tears in her eyes It wasn't her words that shook me but the resemblance you shared It wasn't her words that shook me but the resemblance you shared Can you hear me right now? Can you hear me right now? |
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| 4. |
| 3:56 |
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We were young heartbreakers estranged from the wealthy parents
Doing key bumps in the handicap bathroom Stoned, complacent, ambivalent Mass communicating with shared subconscious Suffocation, modern life in the western world Suffocation, modern life in the western world Suffocation, modern life in the western world Suffocation, modern life in the western world The western world Homosexual sons of unfulfilled fathers Divorced from reality, free and young We were bashing our brains out on the kitchen cabinet It was a televised crucifixion Suffocation, modern life in the western world Suffocation, modern life in the western world Suffocation, modern life in the western world Suffocation, modern life in the western world The western world In the western world In the western world We were star-crossed, we were destitute Our words spoke mass destruction We watched the sun rise in the morning Daughters in arm, we are all orphans Suffocation, modern life in the western world Suffocation, modern life in the western world Suffocation, modern life in the western world Suffocation, modern life in the western world The western world The western world In the western world |
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| 3:57 |
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This is the only voice I know
These are the only words I have This is the only way I know how to say We're not in love anymore And it's the same way that it's always been The dynamic to the relationship never changes And it's the same way that it's always been The dynamic to the relationship never changes We used to like all the same bands We used to have all the same friends What do we have left in common? Just shared memories of good times long since passed And it's the same way that it's always been The dynamic to the relationship never changes And it's the same way that it's always been The dynamic to the relationship never changes You can't get what you want from me And I can't get what I need from you This is the only voice I know These are the only words I have This is the only way I can say We're breaking up And it's the same way that it's always been The same way that it's always been I'm not giving up on us I'm not giving up on us |
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| 6. |
| 4:13 |
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There was a high pressure low developing off the coast of Africa
Uplift in the atmosphere, push waves across the ocean Towards Antilles and Bon Air While I paced in agitation I drew the curtains closed I set the air conditioner low I pressed a warm washcloth to my face Somewhere out there a hurricane is coming There's just no future left for us to dream of Living in an era of instability So caught up in the culture of their rivals, fear breeds in honest men It's a high pressure low Seven missiles flying over the sea of Japan Tales of feral children sleeping in wolf dens And the pious preacher commands I hold my breath in anticipation Into the shelter of the jungle noble savages run Vestal virgins triumph over lifelong inhibitions And I wonder What is real, what is fiction There's just no future left for us to dream of Living in an era of instability So caught up in the culture of their rivals, fear breeds in honest men It's a high pressure low Would anyone forgive Robert McNamara? In retrospect he had to admit There was mistake in going to war Without first asking all the questions Yes, Robert Strange McNamara There are those who just cannot forget And I wonder Have I left my own compassion? There's just no future left for us to dream of Living in an era of instability So caught up in the culture of their rivals, fear breeds in honest men It's a high pressure low |
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| 3:39 |
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I've walked down high streets, looking through windows
I've been lost in crowds of strangers Searched record shops and cosmetic aisles Phone books, want ads, bus stops and libraries Newspaper headlines, mannequin faces Television stations, billboard advertisements Your voice echoes in the back of my mind I see your face when I close my eyes Do you share the same sense of defeat? Have you realized all the things you'll never be? Ideals turn to resentment, open minds close up with cynicism I've got no judgment for you, come on and ache with me Come on and ache with me Through barrooms, cafes, jail cells and courtrooms Theaters, restaurants, graveyards and churches I've spent every dollar that I've ever earned I'll bleed my heart out, I'll give every word I've asked preachers, doctors and lawyers Socialites, pariahs, mothers and fathers You may not find all that you're after In the end, I hope it doesn't matter Do you share the same sense of defeat? Have you realized all the things you'll never be? Ideals turn to resentment, open minds close up with cynicism I've got no judgment for you, come on and ache with me Do you share the same sense of defeat? Have you realized all the things you'll never be? I've got no judgment for you, come on and ache with me Come on and ache with me, come on and ache with me |
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| 3:51 |
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You just need to find
Some place to get away You can forget your name And there's no need to apologize, apologize It could be a good life, it could be such a very good life We could find a place for just me and you Need some place to stay safe, need some place to safe and warm Why don't we deserve the same? You just need to find Some place to get away You can forget your name And there's no need to apologize You just need to find Some place to get away You can forget your name And there's no need to apologize Look into the Spanish moss, let your mind conjure up old ghosts Ride your bike through lost Florida streets Everything we've said and done can be so easily forgotten You can always change who you are You just need to find Some place to get away You can forget your name And there's no need to apologize You just need to find Some place to get away You can forget your name And there's no need to apologize, apologize I try to lift up this life, it could be such a very good life We could find a place for just me and you But it's not yours to keep, yeah the truth will tear your heart out In a world run by gangs, you're... Stuck standing in a breadline Stuck standing in a breadline Stuck standing You just need to find Some place to get away You can forget your name And there's no need to apologize You just need to find Some place to get away You can forget your name And there's no need to apologize, apologize, apologize |
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| 1:46 |
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How much is too much? I'm tired of predicting to lose
But before you point your finger Before you cast your stones, take a look at yourself How do you expect from someone what you won't do yourself? There's no bottom to your reality Your desperation is utter and complete What you can't love about yourself you have to steal from someone else And what you can't steal, what you can't steal you have to deny Rapid decompression, rapid decompression Rapid decompression, rapid decompression Rapid decompression, rapid decompression Sometimes it feels, sometimes it feels like the whole world's coming to an end |
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| 3:35 |
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Don't let them break you
Don't let them tell you who you are Doesn't matter where you come from You always have a floor to sleep on And you have your bamboo bones, nervous energy Blind ambition, skin of your teeth Push back, push back, push back With every word and every breath What God doesn't give to you You've got to go and get for yourself What God doesn't give to you You've got to go and get for yourself What God doesn't give to you You've got to go and get for yourself I'm embarrassed to admit it, I've got no grip I'm leading with my jaw Can you see it from a distance, does it look ridiculous? I guess that's just what I have to live with Still I have a mind to think, knees to break You standing beside me Gonna push back, push back, push back With every word and every breath What God doesn't give to you You've got to go and get for yourself What God doesn't give to you You've got to go and get for yourself What God doesn't give to you You've got to go and get for yourself, for yourself What God doesn't give to you What God doesn't give to you What God doesn't give to you What God doesn't give to you What God doesn't give to you You've got to go and get for yourself For yourself |
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| 3:34 |
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I feel the ground moving under my feet,
all I know is where I don’t belong. I’m not interested in sticking around just for the sake of a good time. Houses rotting from the the inside out and everybody’s pissed out of their fucking minds. Are you seriously talking to me about community? One by one, shoot off my fingers one by one. Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here? When the rebels lose the spirit of rebellion. You’ve got nowhere left to go. But I know I’m not alone. We are defined by what we stand against and the weight of unfulfilled expectations. This culture that threatens to engulf you, is this anyway to go about fighting it? I don’t want to be born again, I don’t need anybody to speak for me. I’m not interested in humoring illusions or apologizing for the sake of sentiment. One by one, shoot off my fingers one by one. Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here? When the rebels lose the spirit of rebellion. You’ve got nowhere left to go. But I know I’m not alone. |
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| 2:59 |
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I dream Bob Dylan was a friend of mine [x2]
He was the owner of the house in which together we all lived He slept between me and my wife in bed Oh, the roof leaked in the kitchen I never mentioned my collection of his albums I never bothered him with intrusive questions I dream Bob Dylan was a friend of mine [x4] He got a warm sense of humor He was outgoing like my wife We'd hang out late into the night smoking joints and drinking wine We'd go thrift store shopping for vintage electronics Race remote cars in toy departments We'd never talk about playing music I dream Bob Dylan was a friend of mine [x4] |
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| 3:32 |
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Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Vacant lots and boarded up windows Garbage piled up at the curb There's a pink foreclosure notice taped to your front door Who else is to blame for your own short sighted thinking What you could afford was never enough. You had to have more. And now you're facing this new reality You're learning lessons that can only be taught through poverty. Florida Dreaming. Easy money in the sunshine state. Florida Dreaming. The life you always wanted. Whoa-oh-oh-oh Million dollar high rise condominiums Look down over golf course greens While Henrietta Hughes begs the President for a home Yeah, there's no end in sight, just a tropical third world Has the volume of wealth ever excused such abhorrent gluttony? And now you're facing this new reality You're learning lessons that can only be taught through poverty. Florida Dreaming. Easy money in the sunshine state. Florida Dreaming. The life you've always wanted. Florida Dreaming. Florida Dreaming. Florida Dreaming. The life you've always wanted could be yours. |
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| 14. |
| 4:02 |
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Transcendent fear in the 21st century.
Lost in psychic dire straights. With our enemies decided and our battlefields celebrated, "we walk with faith not sight". How can we heal these bitter divisions? How can we overcome our mutual distrust? How can we heal these bitter divisions? How can we reconcile our differences? Mass hysteria in an age of delusion. Intellectualism surrenders to ineptitude. No love lost, no love gained, no common understanding. Head strong and determined, self obsessed with calloused indifference. How can we heal these bitter divisions? How can we overcome our mutual distrust? How can we heal these bitter divisions? How can we reconcile our differences? |
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