1. |
C'MON, GET PASSIVE
03:11
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Oh Lord let me down from the prominent heights
And then we’ll discuss all the terms
Buy me a soul that you’d pay for the most
Or at least a prophet to burn
And then watch what you say
Listen and learn
Call me up, frequently heard
Take my advice
Take it to heart
I know you got something for me
Oh Lord pick me up from the bottomless depth
And then you’ll divulge all the facts
I know we survive like a communist threat
Scattered out in radial paths
And we’ve got such a way of grieving the past
If it lasts, then why is it first?
So place it in line and make it go faster
Disasters and possibly worse
And then watch what you say
Listen and learn
Call me up, frequently heard
Take my advice
Take it to heart
I know you got something for me
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2. |
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If I'd walked out to China Beach I wouldn't think to ask where you would go
If I lay down on China Beach my mind might wander out towards Mexico
If I was getting good at being loved my guard might come down very slow
And someone for all we know might be
Keeping conscientious track of goals that need attending
While others are relaxing
You let me know that calling just because I'm lonely is completely rude
You could work this into a lecture to the starving not to beg for food
You need a world without my manicured complacency offending you
And a certain someone
Who would never steal unless you ended up with something that he wanted
Who would never slap a girl around, unless she made him angry
Who would never screw you over, if there weren't some slight advantage
Or snap your last thread of self-respect, all other things remaining equal
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3. |
OLD TROPE ACADEMY
02:54
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Tie 'em up in the old trope academy
It's like a punch in the face
Drumming up your new world wares you speak
In your own elusive ways
You say 'em right now , a couple words, a few
One or two lines may be typical for you
Conceding to the crowds, Setting up your disgrace
There's one more piece in spite of all the puzzles we've solved
Are you bleeding out your portions of days?
Towing all the company lines?
Are you planting all you Oedipal seeds?
Holding out on everyone now?
In the old trope academy
You'll be the fire in the hole
Burning out with every breath you take
In your own connective soul
You sing it right now, a couple words a few
One or two lines may be difficult for you
Colluding with the crowds
Setting up our disgrace
There's one more piece in spite of all the puzzles we've solved
Are you bleeding out the portions of days?
Showing what you need to survive?
Are you hampered by your terrible fears?
Exposing your indecent desires?
Are you bleeding out your portions of days?
Towing all the company lies?
Are you planting all your Oedipal fears?
Holding out on everyone now?
Are you bleeding out your portions of days?
Overhauling every design?
Will you shatter all your delicate things?
I suppose it doesn't matter at all
Are you bleeding out your portions of days?
Throwing out what seems to be fine?
Are you bleeding out your portions of days?
Holding out on everyone now?
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4. |
TRYNA BE BOLTH
03:09
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Let’s talk about duality
Only ‘cuz it means that much to me
Are you all about reality?
Or more about moral ambiguity?
You’ve got so little to say
So much more time to take
Pleasure lives inside your terror
One more beast to slay
You can be alive
You can be a specter
Thank you for tryna be bolth
You can be denied
Or the benefactor
Fuck you for tryna be bolth
Let’s talk plurality
Maybe there’s one or two of me
Or maybe there’s more of me
More than you could ever wanna hope to see
You might not tip your cap
You might not get to bat
All those squiggly lines you measure
They won’t come to that
You can be a man
You can be a creature
Thank you for tryna be bolth
You can be a god
You can be a preacher
Fuck you for tryna be bolth
You put a spell on me
Right where you want me to be
I don’t mind that you’re not what you were cracked up to be
You can be a snob
You can be a cheapskate
Fuck you for tryna be bolth
You can be divine
You can be apostate
Thank you for tryna be bolth
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5. |
REV NINE
02:28
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You wear your age seventeen under your face
And now that you're age forty-one you're a disgrace
And time has not been adding up into your favor
"There's still some left, subtract some fiscal lines", she said
Revolution nine!
Common as a day, stirring as a night
What a weird way to kick me when I'm down
Especially when I'm up to no good! Yeah!
You invade like an enemy over the wall
Your endless sieges make me feel so small
Trojan horses, trebuchets, maybe I'm beaten
"Raise no flag, no white one, no defeat", she said
Revolution nine!
Common as a day, certain as a night
What a weird way to kick me when I'm down
Especially when I'm up to no good! Yeah!
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6. |
COAT OF ARMS
03:56
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I’m gonna find someone who’s not in love
I’m gonna drive another mile
She’s got a cross upon her bedroom wall
He’s trying to change her brilliant style
I’m gonna take a look and see what’s mine
I’ll keep the knife and paper
She’s fallen down on the palace floor
And he cannot save her
A rush of flowing water, spins me into gold
Speak to me while my eyes are closing down
And let me pray
A coat of arms for a rainy day
The years go by and it’s another day
Complacency she screams
I’m gonna dive into an empty sea
And wash away all those dreams
I’m up and down like a house on fire
She’s underneath the tower
So if you see me in the dusty light
Prepare yourself for the showers
A rush of flowing water, spins me into gold
Speak to me while my eyes are closing down
And let me pray
A coat of arms for a rainy day
I’m gonna find someone who’s not in love
I’m driving home to another town
She’s standing there with a plastic smile
He’s still trying to reach the ground
I’m gonna find someone who’s not in love
I’m gonna drive another mile
She’s got a cross upon her bedroom wall
He’s trying to change her style
A rush of flowing water,
spins me into gold
Speak to me while my eyes are closing down
And let me pray
A coat of arms for a rainy day
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7. |
VATICAL TRANCE
03:26
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Gimme something to start the vatical trance
Let me dissolve in mirth and magic, at least 'til its gone, or 'til it freezes in limp decrease
On a roll in a chancy game
You call on yourself to pick up the mantle and lead
Love is all You can sit on a shelf or flit courageously
Thundering, deafening shots, clattering bright
In the end I hope that you’ll pray for me
Contravene, suddenly stop, you and your plight
Everyone longs here
My flashes unamplified
Right afterward, softly
Commonly settled or not, broken-up fights in the err of multiple ways and means
Sovereignty huddles and plots, holing up tight
You were there promptly Eyelashes and amber light
Dark shadows were all you gave to me
Gimme something to vault the matter-of-fact
Gimme resolve to hurdle the havoc again - is it gone?
Or did it drop in feigned decease?
On your own in a frantic frame
Becalm your sense, get rid of fanatical schemes
Love is all
You consider yourself at least the same as me
What’s with these separate slots, isn’t it strange?
Dividends I know that you’ll spend for me
Diplomats pillaged and robbed, counterfeit change
Borrowing, lending
My calling is hailing me White squalor is all you gave to me
Gimme something besides a panic attack
Gimme a god who loves the saints in me, just as much as the terrible deadly sins
Overall, it’s a massive shame
To fall on your sword, to rip up the paper and scream
Love is all
You can cripple yourself or flirt contagiously
Love is all
You can sit on a shelf or flit courageously
Love is all
You consider yourself at least the same as me
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8. |
PROBABLY TWIGS
01:58
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This is where you get in trouble, with your fine and cerebral wit
Just as well, you’re better off with your maligned, hysterical fits
You maintain your brains like hedgerows
If you’re sane they’re probably twigs
The untoward bits get stabled and shelved unshorn
You keep ‘em in brigs
They surround you, they inform you, they rely on inerrable views
Your environment doesn’t suit you, you’ll get by whatever you do
You identify with your quarry: this is the Stockholm syndrome reversed
You dethrone your queens and tyrants and kings, and wait for your clime to get worse
There’ll be no time for varlets and pages, telling you why your fiefdom is free
So we can slap you silliest later, then in a while you’ll likely agree
Your confidence has been rendered into pieces and tatters and shreds
Right along with your dissension, or at least until you forget
How the ways and means are unending, in steep and rapid descent
There’s nothing you’ll face to be saved for yourself, no loss to be gained or misspent
Tell us you won’t be out until later, then you conspire to scamper and flee
Complex analysis will evade you, then there was mine: the type you won’t need
Here’s a scabbard with a weapon you could beg or borrow or stea
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9. |
HIDE BEHIND MY HEART
03:57
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I was the one who said we were done, yeah, so
You were the rock, around the clock, and I know
All those little complications
From twisted words to alienation
And now I see you've met someone like me
And I know cause it plays all night on my newsfeed
And I know, when the scary little music starts
That I should go, unless I want to hide behind my heart
Remember the day when we tumbled down that hill?
We talked and we laughed and made the clouds stand still
I said the stars were out to get me
You said you would never forget me
Well here we go, down to the wire again
Breathing the air that grows cold, and thin
And I know, when the scary little music starts
That I should go, unless I want to hide behind my heart
And I know, when the scary little music starts
That I should go, unless I want to hide behind my heart
Into the dark as we disembark from the truth
Left to devise some compromise and its through
The way in which the story's told
The speed at which the dice get rolled
And now I see he’s got a new LP
I tried not to notice but it sounds a lot like me
And I know, when the scary little music starts
That I should go, unless I want to hide behind my heart
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10. |
I NEED YOU
03:34
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The other day I was sitting out at the barn
Drinking whiskey and chewing on an ear of corn
I looked across the field, way down south
I tried to speak but the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth
I need you
The other day I was sitting out by the silo
Hanging with Josie, Henry, Matteo and Milo
We heard a sound up above, we looked to the heavens
We a saw a plane overhead, we named him Kevin
I need you
The other day I was sitting out at the dairy
I tried to do some drugs, but they were too scary
We looked across the field, way out west
We tried to do some other drugs, they were the best
I need you
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11. |
TOUCH OF A CLONE
02:04
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I don’t like the touch of a clone
Would you be here now?
I don’t like the sound of a drone
Would you be here now? be here now?
I don’t like the way that I bleed
I don’t have the things that I need
Would you be here now?
I don’t like two moons in the sky
Would you be here now?
I don’t know if robots can cry
Would you be here now? be here now?
I don’t like the way that I bleed
I don’t have the things that I need
Would you be here now?
I can feel the air leaving
sucked into space all alone
I can hear my heart beating
hearing it pound is now wearing me down
Can’t you see?
I don’t like the touch of a clone
Would you be here now?
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12. |
OBVIOUS SCARECROW
02:17
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I used to be a bright light
Now I lean like a derelict lamppost
The shadows cease to be mine
Now I’m seen, like an obvious scarecrow
Takes the strong, supple and clean in me
Rubs the grain wrong when I drink to thee
Girds the way ‘round all what needs to be closed
I go into shutdown mode
I used to be a bright light
Now I seep up from underneath trapdoors
The challenge frequently lies
In all my thoughts: incomplete–to-me “therefores”
Wake the song, sermon and speech in me
Lug the weight, offer a place to these
Burdens, when all that deceives me is known
I’ve gone into shutdown mode
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13. |
IDIOT ROCK
02:03
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Your range of motion and the summer slipped away
Beyond simple is the life you know today
And all that’s true, as if you were to say
I thought you’d never use that line
The plain, cold notion of a teacher telling lies
Upon reflection I can see you in disguise
The old and new, the medium in size
I wanted to believe you’d stay
Failure raises ugly heads
Tucks them into bed for the night
So let the other dreams take fright
Just like the other me
In the mirror
In the light
Complain and tussle ‘til you wish it all away
Command people to receive your own disdain
C’mon let’s go and beat the old brigade
And promptly overreach me now
So let the other people die
Just like the other dreams in the middle of the night
We want you, need you to be someone that you’re not
And plan to bleed you and defeat you ‘til you stop
And God rang true
The Devil twisted plots
The Carpenter was all but sane
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RIPPLE UP THE CREEK
02:03
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Control the news defeat the press and then
Disown what you accede as best consent
Explain yourself with no concern and let
The claims’ complexion grow and churn dissent
What a shame
What could ever lead
The people to believe this?
The smallest stone
Sends a ripple up the creek
We hold the truth in common trust with due
Remorse we knew the flaws of justice too
There’s so much we can’t control
So much more we’d like to know
You shield yourself you troll me now the dread
Fulfilled you sell your own recalcitrance
The loudest screeds corrosive jeers misled
The crowds the xenophobic fear you spread
What to say now?
I don’t think the people
Will agree to this
The smallest voice
Is a hammer to the teeth
What’s won is won what happens next is this:
You’re done if one whole half is left dismissed
There’s so much we can’t control
So much more we’d like to know
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POISONOUS PEACH
02:49
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Dip from the well of deeper knowledge
and when you’re old you find you’re uncertain like me
Pick from the barrel of better apples,
or if you’re so inclined, pick the poisonous peach
Give us this day our daily breadcrumb,
the trail of which’ll lead to forgiveness & shrift
If you said one less word you’d be ashamed of yourself
You’d take your own horse’s mouth as your gift
They’ll sit you right down and tell you stories,
and mostly what you’ll find is unparalleled filth
The scriptures are sound and filled with glory,
but yours’ll not comply with their everyday tilth
The covenants sign themselves,
ignoring the promises that fill you with sadness & guilt
If you said one more thing you’d get a hold of yourself,
await your own pair of tracks to be built
Symptoms of amateur and aged condition
tell you why every smile is unseen
Set us a trap for alligators,
or if you’ll let me buy, crocodiles are on me
Accomplishment leads to your surrender,
horrendous ugly crimes you’ve yet to commit
Lawmen that billed you for your tender
send you back inside if you care to admit
Ways you could plead as their offender,
uncommon as a thief, just as tied to be fit
If you had one more place in which you keep to yourself
you’d get your own island lickety split
You tell us you won’t be out ‘til later,
then you wonder why you decided to leave
Simple analysis eludes you,
either that or mine is the type you don’t need
Sharpen your blades and battle axes
and when you hold 'em, find they're attractively built
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16. |
THE FOUNTAINHEAD
03:29
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So what if you kneel? And what if you drop?
What'll you feel? Will it ever be stopped?
You've got grand thoughts
They never go away
They pick good times to bug you every day
Nothing’s unreal when everything's false
What if they’re free? What’ll they cost?
Some get lost, you leave 'em in the cold
They're over and done with, you know they're too old
I am the fountainhead I swear
The devil is the soul police
Feel the mountain dead with air
Disheveled in the shoaled release
Write accounts and shed your wear and revel in the cold caprice
They’re pulling you apart at your seams, pulling you apart at your seams
They burden you, startle you, putting you in charge of your needs
So what do they take? And what do they not?
Will you require what you frequently sought?
You've got slim thoughts
They seldom go astray
They speak real lies, controlling what you say
Something is weird, something seems off
What do you think is the reason we scoff
Unfelt loss, you leave it in the cold
They're over and done with you know they're too old
The cavalry rejoiced and we supplanted all the terrible fear
Inhabit these avoidant screeds and slander other credible means
The rabble we employ for free, the laughter gets rid of disease
They’re pulling you apart at your seams, pulling you apart at your seams
They burden you, startle you
Putting you in charge of your needs
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17. |
GOD STOPPED LISTENING
04:24
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I try to be the 47%
Giving you less than zero of good god’s bread
Spinning round at 45 rpm
You pay the landlord 53 times of your rent
You place the good leaf on your shelf
God stops listening
You take two: your TV, not yourself
God stops listening
Tinker says to Evers “Let’s Chance it”
Crowds remark, the savior buys your dances
Closing down Clown Town for any old Rand
Platform scribbled in lipstick on your hand
You take the good books off your shelf
God stops listening
Pray through to Jesus on your cel
God stops listening
Stay true, reality overwhelms
God stops listening
To all your tediously worn tells
God stopped listening
98% of the old flim-flam
Every beat of the old paranoid tin can
Every hollow point round, the Amboy bands
Another stick in the eye of your fellow man
You waste the good leaf untold times
God stops listening
Breathe if you see me on your right
God stops listening
One time you’ll see me then you’ll say
God stops listening
One more for TV, then we’ll say
God stopped listening
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18. |
GOODBYE MINCED OATHS
03:00
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Goodbye minced oaths, you’re sure as shoot profound
You’re all flipped out, you swore you’d swear out loud
When grace is grit and when the whirlwind’s strong
The latest shift in how the world went wrong
Goodbye minced oaths, you’ve moved to higher ground
Goodbye minced oaths, you’re on a different plane
Divine this code, the automated brain
Express yourself without analyses
When less is best, you work it out with these
Goodbye minced oaths, you’re on to better things
So why dear lord is it a dad burn blaze
When minds get freaked? We’re in a downturn phase?
Goodbye minced oaths, you’ve worn your welcome out
You’re all distraught, you know you’re selfish now
You take the bait and then you run with it
But hate is hate – you live among the dead
Goodbye minced oaths, you blow the truth right down
So why dear lord do we apply such guilt
When life gets rough? Or when we try we wilt?
Goodbye minced oaths, you proved your worth again
Your time is gone, you lose as well as win
A sinful man disowns the bygone books
When diplomats are hanging by god’s hooks
Goodbye minced oaths, you screwed yourself. Amen
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19. |
WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY
03:13
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Big day for you in store
You rise and shine
You mop the floor
Get spic-and-span
Vacuum out that dirty minvan
‘Cuz you da man
Seatbelt, the radio’s on
The topic is hot
The Imus is Don
The Howard Stern
Now you got some extra cash to burn
You never live and learn
Maybe I’ll fly in a jet to Dubai
It’s my birthday
You say it’s your birthday?
So bake me a cake with a file in it, Jake
For my birthday
Wonderful birthday
You eat brunch
You show your ID
At Denny’s it’s free
But not at Applebee’s
Just listen to me
You check your wishes on your Facebook feed
Fulfill your needs to be someone who’s satisfied
Who never cries
Who’ll never die
But Jesus Christ, I’m getting older and it feels like hell
I think I’ll sit a spell
I’m grumpy
I’m bored
And I’m drunk on the floor
It’s my birthday
You say it’s your birthday?
I got aches
I got pains
I got varicose veins
It’s my birthday
Wonderful birthday
I’ve got bills I can’t pay
All my dreams fade away
It’s my birthday
You say it’s your birthday?
I’ve got a few years left ‘til I face my own death
It’s my birthday
Wonderful birthday
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20. |
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I come here with some news
You’d better be a man about it
That’s one thing about the blues
Everybody’s got a way around it
She is going look at you, and you may not believe it
And she is going to say your name, as if it were a secret
And she is gonna love you, the way she loved me.
You wake up with a winner’s smile,
The kind you want to go on forever
I know what you’re thinking now, and
Yeah, it somehow just gets better
‘Cause she is going to walk with you, and tell you that you matter
She is going to remind you, of bells and rain, and laughter
And she is gonna love you, the way she loved me
And she will never let you down, take your light or cast a cloud
I wish I could be the one to take her again....and again
There’s one more thing to know, Before I leave and quiet this sorrow
Let her give you all her love
And you’ll never worry about tomorrow
And you will never look at her, with eyes that shine withtears
You can take her hand now, and go a thousand years
But, you will never love her the way I loved her
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