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Nauseous In November
04:03
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If you don't do what you're supposed to
then they'll make you dead.
And you'll fall down like a tall clown
and they'll cut off your head
But their axe will be offhand remarks
that send you into fits of rage
despite your rodent cage.
Don't be despondent when you're forgotten
you gotta roll with the tape.
You get slung back like a knapsack
over the shoulder of fate
I'd say you're drowning in spite of
the floaties fillin you with hot air.
Just try to breathe now. It's a dare.
-insert suffocating memories here-
Try not to panic. I know it's a habit,
but honestly what's the use?
You're goin crazy, you say. But maybe
you're just really confused.
Nothing is how it's supposed to be, but who's the judge of that?
Maybe nothing's supposed to be.
I haven't eaten in a few days
but I still feel ok.
I"m only hungry for an easy
chance to escape.
I just can't stay for the winter.
I think I'm gonna lose my mind.
So I'm gonna take a train ride back home.
And I'm taking this train ride alone.
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2. |
Birds of a Feather
03:24
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Been thinking of a better life
but we're growing far apart
and you blame yourself
but we both know it's my fault
I know my heart's in the right place
but the hour's growing late.
It's the wrong time
but there's no such thing as a wrong fate.
So I've been riding lots of trains
in between the frames.
Oh the pictures are different
but the paint is all the same.
'Cause you and I are birds of a feather
We'll probably end up heading south together.
Two peas, suffocating in the same pod
But if you wanna know the truth
our love died in its youth.
Oh I think I know why
but a murder's hard to prove.
There's nothing I can do
except take.
I'll let it die easy
it'll go when it's time to.
'Cause you and I are birds of a feather
We'll probably end up heading south together.
Two peas, suffocating in the same pod.
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3. |
De Nada
03:23
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The road was red
the dust flew up
like a wind was a rushin all around
And the things I thought I lost by travellin'
I realized I had really found.
Saw a worker eatin lunch from a tin pan
as a banshee honked and passed me on a turn
And I drank two shots of Cashaca, braced myself for the imminent burn
But as the days grew shorter
my patience I began to train.
I forgot even how to cut corners,
and it's been two weeks since I saw rain.
Two dirty kids in the supposed town square were throwin rocks at a hungry brown dog.
And my heart went out of my body but I didn't know how to tell 'em it was wrong.
So I go to bed at 8 and wake up at 9 cuz I really don't have that much else to do
except drink and sing but I sing nothing and when I get drunk my dad does too.
But it's a trip it's an adventure, and I don't know if I learned a thing. I guess that it don't really matter much as long as I am existing.
That foreign sun beats down on me and the world don't smell the same so I smoke a Brazilian cigarette to correct the synapse lapse in my brain.
My brother can't wait to get back home to his computer and his weed and his friends. I guess he thinks this time will come back to him but I know when somethin's over it ends.
So that's why you gotta take what you can from every drop of life this world gives you to drink. You can't worry too much about that bend in the river it'll come sooner than you think.
Me, I'm not much for optimism but I try it on whenever I can, cause I just can't make a decision if the end result will only make me sad.
Now I"m back on pavement and I'm speeding, just woke up from a nap in the back seat and the wind in my hair makes me feel like there's no place on earth I'd rather be.
I miss my friends from the midwest and my fancy recording machine, but life always feels the best when you wake up after a dream.
I'm dreaming now and I like it and this world don't smell the same. But I still can't wait to wake up and correct this synapse lapse in my brain.
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4. |
Watercolor Blue
03:05
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I stood so still I turned into a stone statue.
I held my breath so long I started to breathe backwards.
I spent my life waiting for someone just like you.
And now I've got nothing left to prove.
I bit my tongue so hard it came right out of my mouth,
then swallowed all the blood that flowed, like an unspoken doubt.
You held my hand as I watched you transform into
shades of watercolor blue.
Words were like walls but built without mortar; just bricks stacked up
that meant more than what they were used to back up.
You rarely talked but when you did what you said was true.
You said I'm watercolor blue.
And when it ends it ends softly. Chemical comedown.
Your eyes will bleed, their colors run, just like our love ran out.
You'll be the tape on which I play my false tunes
painting us watercolor blue.
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5. |
Die Easy
04:13
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The world is spinning around, it's spinning but
I'm standing where I am.
I'm feeling so thin
I can't believe I'm standing up.
Up, up and I"m down, down, always one.
Fucking flipping around. I wish I'd just hit the ground
and die easy.
Cuz I can't stand sitting around, just sitting and
waiting to die, barely feeling alive.
But I'm still here.
I need someone to be... I need someone that ain't me,
a face I'd love to see when I look in the mirror.
Riding in the back of a car, not going too far. I think I'm going to throw up.
Kiss is like a punch in the gut. Lucky I'm tough.
I guess I haven't had enough.
Now, now, now I'm in love, love but my love, she don't answer her phone. Might as well be alone but I won't cry.
She'll see, she'll be my friend. She'll fall in love with me and we'll be feelin' easy and free until we both die.
World is spinning around, it's spinning but I'm standing where I am.
I'm feeling so thin I can't believe I'm standing up.
Up, up and I'm down, down. Always one.
Fucking flipping around. I wish I'd just hit the ground and die easy.
Riding in the back of a car, not going too far. I think I'm going to throw up.
Kiss is like a punch in the gut. Lucky I'm tough.
I guess I haven't had enough.
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I'm unoriginal, so unoriginal. You're nothing integral. You're nothing integral. Neither of us need be.
Everything I've done has been to be seen by
people I claim to hate that one day will die.
Then we'll all be equal.
How will that feel?
I could have used a metaphor to explain this more,
but I thought "What for?" I thought, "What for?
If you're gonna say something say what you mean."
'Cause we're not all smart enough to catch your drift or get the gist of it.
Most of us just don't wanna know.
Nobody needs music that has any deeper meaning.
We just wanna dance before we go.
Nobody wants to sit and study lyrics. It's unappealing to all but a feeling few who fall in love with personality.
Some value artistry, others integrity. Some value wordplay or a less familiar chord and some just like the presentation.
But it's fun to do and prove that you can too before you get too old and you can't dream no more.
It's all about the music, man.
'Cause you can love and live but end it all for nothing. Music's the blood that flows between all of the gaps inside our souls and holes we make between us, so we'll play on until we leave.
Yeah we'll play on until we leave.
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7. |
Make It Easy
03:35
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He was a three legged dog with different colored eyes who made a living by dying each day.
And he could talk in his sleep and make frozen eyes weep at the sight of his pitied display.
And as the passerby passed and the passers passed by, he barked, "please end my poor life."
But a bark to a man is a beg for something so they tossed him food and felt right.
And he howled to the stars at night:
"Why haven't you? Why haven't you made it easy?"
She was a trailer park girl from a midwestern world where money was made on your back.
With two kids back at home and a man who had flown and a day job with a government tax.
And occasionally her sister came from the city with a handle, a needle and pills.
And it made the pain go away but a longing remained and a hole just had to be filled.
And she prayed to her God some nights:
"Why haven't you? Why haven't you made it easy?"
He was a trucker who roamed, lived his life on the road, left his family through many full moons.
And while the cat was away, the mice they did play and his wife, she played hard fast and loose.
The affair took its course, she filed for divorce and gained custody of the kids.
And that trucker he drove with no one to live for and he drove that truck off a cliff.
And as he fell he yelled to the sea:
"Why couldn't you? Why couldn't you make it easy?"
And God, She looked down, without smile or frown but instead a shake of the head.
And She wondered why these people weren't pleased with the capacity to breathe.
"Your lives are sad it is true, but they were up to you I played no part in the way you guys lived.
Oh your life was a gift to be prized and cherished, I'm sorry that none of you did."
And the last thing she left them with was:
"I could have made..... I could have made it so much harder."
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8. |
Bummer
03:54
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I'm dying slowly, but I know.
And I've been trying to take it slow, survive
and live each day like I'm alive.
But life moves faster than I do
and my new memories get confused with the past.
But the future's at my back.
Walkin' backwards is hard, but only if you're goin far.
I know adorer est habiter,
mais je sais habiter est mourir
and what's more: every day will get more short.
Snow falls slowly like summer.
The road calls to you who's trapped under everyone
who is trapped under the sun.
But when the sun sets at four you're free to try to make life more.
It's hard when your life seems like a pointless wreck and when you try to clean you end up with another mess and you realize life is just a wait for death.
And you sit around with nothing and no one to do and dreamin doesn't help oh no it only makes you blue, 'cause you know none of them will ever come true.
So you see yourself at forty-five and sadly still alive with receding hair all that is on your mind and a wife to which cancer surely wasn't kind and a beer belly where you store your old good times and everywhere you go someone already has been, every birthday cake only making you depressed. You lost at life but there's still the game of death.
I'm dying slowly, but I know.
And I've been trying to take it slow, survive
and live each day like I'm alive.
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9. |
Old Clothes
03:47
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I'm living in a new town but I'm wearing my old clothes.
I'm living in a new town but I'm wearing my old clothes.
Well every seed uprooted takes some time to grow.
Oh I'm living in this new town, but I'm wearing my old clothes.
I've been rolling with the punches but they're still hurting me.
I've been rolling with the punches but they're still hurting me.
When I get off the mat will I still be on my feet?
I just wonder 'cause these punches have really been hurting me.
The times they are a changin' but the seasons are the same.
September seemed to leave me as quickly as it came.
And all my past Octobers in my heart still remain.
Oh the times they are a changin' but the seasons are the same.
I've been worrying all night and dreaming in the day.
I've been worrying all night, babe, and dreaming in the day.
My fears and aspirations compete with my life for space
until I think away the present and it all just goes to waste.
I've been reading from the songbook but singing from the heart.
I've been reading from the songbook but singing from the heart.
Oh I don't have this whole song down but the first line is a start
Until I write my own song and live it from the heart.
I've been trying on a new life but it doesn't seem to fit.
I've been trying on a new life but it doesn't seem to fit.
I guess I'll give it time because I might grow into it.
Oh this new life looks alright on me, if only it would fit.
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10. |
Even The Sun Comes Down
08:17
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Blown, I'm out of my head. Wish there was something just one thing instead of all this garbage that collects like regrets and never gets taken away.
High, I wish I could stay. And I'd never be nothing but rays of sunbeams shining through her hair. I'm aware that even the sun comes down.
Words. Words don't mean shit. They come out of my mouth bit by bit. When all you wanna do is talk crushing rocks, you end up saying nothing.
And when, every now and again, I decide that I'll write off my friends they say "Man, we're all here for you. It is true. But you should be here too."
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Emphysema Muffin Chicago, Illinois
ugly music for ugly people
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