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Groove (Rut)
02:40
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Wouldn’t you take what you wanted
If it fit in the palm of your hand?
I’m just keeping up
Hitting my dark side trying to fight the groove
The things that you sing to keep from bleeding
Are always making cuts of their own
Wearing down a path in the carpet
Til the sunlight don’t reach you and you’re on own
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Chinese food paper boxes stacking like towers to the roof
I can get whatever I want and I don’t even have to move
It’s like easy come, easy go
I don’t even want it though
I just want to taste something sweet
Cos now the worlds grayer every day
And I got less and less to say
To anybody out there on the street
You can rub the magic lantern and make almost anything appear
You can even get it faster for only a hundred bucks a year
But easy come, easy go
You don’t even want it though
But you’ve got a hole you just can’t fill
And a button click’s an easy fix
Until your bag runs out of tricks
And then it comes time to pay the bill
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Sloth
02:01
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I’d like to take some wit away from Wittgenstein
Or hear what Schopenhauer has to say
I’d like to take a page from a master of the stage
Like Anton Chekov, but I’ve never read his plays
I’m thinking that if only I were smarter
How much better and more fruitful I could be
I’d finally get paid to play around with art all day
There’s only one little problem I can see
It’s that I’m lazy, so lazy
I’d rather sit around and watch the tube
Yeah lazy, so very lazy
But seriously, have you seen this shit? It’s good.
I said I’m lazy and being fucking lazy
You know it’s both a blessing and a curse
I’m too lazy for this song
It’s now indulgent and too long
So I’m not going to write another verse
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There’s things out there among the crawling night
That could use my attention
Don’t wanna get caught up by the FBI
Taken into detention
They wanna know the secret to saving the world
And I got nothing to tell them
Feeling forever stuck in between
Maybe the probem has always been
Hercules cares not for beans
And so I’m undercover in this new normal life
But always wearing a wire
Trying to uncover the meaningful lie
That makes it all fit together
And they know that I’m the right man for the job
And that’s why I was chosen
Losing the line between two kinds of dreams
Maybe the problem has always been
Hercules cares not for beans
Step out of the world and onto the screen
Maybe the problem has always been
Hercules cares not for beans
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5. |
Buzzin' Light
03:22
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I got a buzzin’ light somewhere in my brain yeah
And it’s lighting up a picture of you
I got a buzzin’ line somewhere in my bloodstream
It’s gonna be a fright when we find out what it do
Somewhere on these fault lines
There’s a map of you and I
And every diamond that we could have found
And maybe it’s a bit perverse
To see the best and know the worst
But I still miss the times you were around
You got a buzzin light right there on your head girl
And I’m a buzzin fly who’s gonna burn in your world
I got a buzzin’ light and it’s been buzzin’ for years yeah
I keep waiting for the bulb to go dark
It’s something in the wires keeps making connections
It’s gonna be a shame to have to tear it apart
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Fishbowl
02:34
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Gotta have a space suit to be in your world
I couldn’t survive any other way
But turn the diving bell inside out
And you’ll see what you’re really made of
Trying to reach out to the other girls
As if I knew what the fuck to say
Collecting eyes with their bodies since birth
And being told that this is called love
And from a fishbowl helmet
I’m screaming
Into the cosmic light coming out the astral dawn
I got a good seat to watch the place burn
Tucked in safely behind the glass
Stretching out from the nothing beyond
At least I know what’s past here
And this skin is so small that it hurts
And it’s easy but it doesn’t last
One day it’s just dissolves in the light
And I will be without fear
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Would you listen to the wind
As it whistles through the signposts
And the wires above the street
Can you feel the creeping vines
Growing up the sides of the house
Rooted down beneath our feet
Almost anything could be
Crawling in between the shadows
Resting now on you and me
Oh, you are a force of nature
In the moonlight, in your power
I’m an unshaved mystery
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8. |
Singular World
07:46
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You think you’re alone
The only participant in a singular world
Until you let yourself get big
Big enough to see over the walls of your own pain
Big enough to see the color against the grey
Big enough to claw your way out
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Laugh
02:19
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When the kitchen’s on fire
And your horse comes in last
You just have to laugh
You just have to laugh
When you’re throwing the baby
Out with the bath
You just have to laugh
You just have to laugh
And it’s not funny
And there’s no money
But oh, honey,
Can’t you just laugh?
There’s nothing so scary
As a clown in a mask
So you just have to laugh
You just have to laugh
Crying over peeled onions
Won’t put them back
So you just have to laugh
You just have to laugh
Could have been sooner
Just a late bloomer
With some bad humor
But “Its naht a toomah!”
And it’s not funny
And there’s no money
So for the love of God, honey
Can’t you just laugh?
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Do you even remember how long we’ve been out at sea on this abyss?
Do you even remember the feeling of the earth underneath you and not just this ship
Always rocking so gently to lull us to sleep
"Give up the horizon and sink down to the deep"
But we won’t!
No we’ll float
Do you think you will recognize shoreline on the day when it finally appears?
Do you think that we still know the language, left on our own now for so many years
Speaking only in punch lines, suggestions and riddles
No one to translate or speak for the middle
Here’s a rock
So let’s talk
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I’ve been sitting in a lonesome box for what must’ve been years
Been a while since I felt the wind blow the hair across the top of my ears
I guess it’s funny the little things you miss, things you remember
You gonna be the one to pick me up or I do I gotta take a stamp says “return to sender”
I know it’s been hard when I haven’t been around
And listen honey, yeah I know how it sounds
Everybody loves you it’s me they don’t know
Ten steps behind and a little too old
I just gotta get my feet back on the ground
You been sitting in a waiting room for what must’ve been hours
Checking boxes on a little form, pop a couple of pills now and take a cold shower
Losing track of little things you faked until it don’t make a difference
And wondering whether justice means a little bit of revenge or a little forgiveness
I know it’s been hard when I haven’t been around
And listen honey, yeah I know how it sounds
Everybody loves you it’s me they don’t know
Ten steps behind and a little too old
I just gotta get my feet back on the ground
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12. |
Dickbags
02:55
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Get up from under that bus
Nobody’s dying today
It’s easy to romanticize
Flaming out by your side
But the light goes out either way
The greatest heroes are dead
Cos they’ve got nothing to say
I know back when I was a kid
You felt the same things I did
I guess you still do today
I guess it’s hard to grow up
Hard to start acting your age
Better to remain cool and cold
Than admit, now you’re old,
you’re not the rat, you’re the cage
It must be somebody’s fault
That’s what I’m hearing you say
I guess I still kinda identify
But now I’ve come to realize
We gave our power away
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Moon Base
02:52
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Take me back to the moon base baby
I’m tired of life on Earth
Let my body play in outer space and maybe
I can finally wash off the dirt
Spent some time on this rocket ship rollin
But when you’re living among the stars
Ain’t no air to breathe or time to take a moment
Or way to be quite where you are
Moon base baby
Come on and play
Can’t get out
But can’t stay away
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The Chariot
02:00
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Aren’t you afraid you’ll get your hands dirty
You never know what’s in the dirt crawling
And then the sand comes knocking and it’s time to go walking or drown
And there ain’t no more hiding, you gotta let the outside in for now
Be part of the world somehow
You punch the clock out every five-thirty
Like you was hearing bells at church calling
But if the Lord can take a beating you can do a little bleeding for now
They say "blood, sweat, and tears" but they don’t include the years at the plow
Be part of the world here and now
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...And Repeat
02:27
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I’m playing a game called pick a thing up and put it back down
I’m hoping to carve out a little bit of room to walk around
I didn’t use to think about destiny or
I never used to dream of starry streams or much of anything
Take the wine opener back into the drawer
Grab the newspaper that’s thrown across the floor
Throw away the dishes and burn up all the clothes
Take just one thing and put it where it goes
And repeat...
I’m casting a spell so all you fuckers get out of my house
I’m making the choices, so you’re gonna listen to me now
I didn’t used to think about destiny or
I never used to ask with starry eyes for much of anything
Take the candles up and line them on the sill
Put the toenail clipper back next to the pills
Pull the drywall down, the carpet up in rows
Take just one thing and put it where it goes
And repeat...
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I’ve got some gall and no standing to ask you to dance
When I can’t even be bothered to put on a pair of pants
Maybe it’s just chemistry that’s taken away my swing
Maybe just the devil’s magic that didn’t leave me anything
I need to listen to you and breathe the air outside
You need to listen to me and jump once you’ve closed your eyes
Maybe it’s just chemistry that makes us what we are
But maybe the angels are watching and wondering how we got so far
The way out is through this sloth
Which way is through this sloth?
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Indiana
05:37
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When I heard you were staying longer
I had to hang my head down and cry
Cos even though I keep a smile on my face
You know I’m barely getting by
I’m gonna do my best to stay together
Do all the dishes, wash all the floors
But late at night when my work is done
There ain’t no one there anymore
So I’m on a plane to Indiana
To remind you you’re the one
I’m going back where I ain’t never been before
To take us back to where we started from
Now girl I know you’re with your family
I just want them to be my family too
Cos everything is oh so quiet
In these empty hallways without you
So I’m making noise to fill the silence
Jumpin' and screamin' and actin' the fool
I know the phrasing’s always about to fall apart
But I don’t know what else I can do
But get on a plane to Indiana
To remind you you’re the one
I’m going back to where I ain’t never been before
To take us back to where we started from
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18. |
I Was a Lonesome Cowboy
03:11
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I was a lonesome cowboy
Just a crying troubadour
Riding into the sunset on
A slowly dying horse
To move along some cattle
That weren’t there anymore
With a bellyful of butterflies
And a back that’s getting sore
I was a great philosopher
A pillar of my age
Who took the world in his mind
And arranged it on the page
But when I reached a ragged hour
With wrinkles on my face
I thought the wisest thing to do
Was go back and erase
I was a lonely island
Stretching out upon the sea
The center of a universe
Where the only thing was me
Kissed gently by the ocean
Hearing whispers on the breeze
But lacking any life at all
Or any room for there to be
I was a politician
Who was sharpening his words
To slice up anything they touch
And dress it up to serve
To those who think a say-so
Is the least that they deserve
Without ever letting out the truth
Cos I didn’t have the nerve
I could be a better neighbor
I could open up my home
To the friends that I’ve collected
And whoever else’ll show
I could be a better listener
And stop thinking that I know
Or that I have a hand in laying down
When it is or isn’t so
I could sit down with my family
Next to the ones I love
Stop holding out and holding in
And just finally open up
And not beg everyone I meet
To tell me I’m enough
And thriving on the discontent
I use to prop me up
I was a lonesome cowboy
Just a crying troubadour
But the horse is out to pasture
And the crowd is getting bored
So say so long Howdy Doody
Before he pulls the cord
And the man behind the curtain
At last stands up to take the floor
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