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Every day is a fog, grayscale balanced over everyone
Every day is a fog, motivation going to the dogs
In the battle you own you’ll be fighting alone
Until you head to the throne you divine
Musings begging for claim
Open fire but don’t bother to aim
Shuttled into a chair
In the morning, will it still be there?
There is nothing to fear that’s not already here
Okay, maybe next year will be mine
Stand back, it’s time to get to work
Stand back to back, it’s time to get to work, yeah
What will they say about me when I’m done?
Oh yes, I guess he died doing what he loved
Take eleven compared to take one hundred
Crumple it up, throw it in the waste bin
Inspiration abounds, build it up so it can be torn down
Now machete the past, bet on futures never built to last
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Ovary Acting
03:31
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I gathered no moss but I was not a rolling stone
I got your machine but I didn’t call you on the phone
And the phantom of a past that we had never had
Held for ransom to an hour you claimed was not so bad
I’m not overreacting, well maybe just sometimes
I’m not overreacting in light of the fun times
That were not mine
I inherited Earth but I was never feeling meek
I mangled my words but I had never tried to speak
All the glory that massaged your ego through the night
For the story you and I could not sit down to write
A little bit of relief
The common denominator always feels like me
A little trick up the sleeve
The common denominator always feels like me
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Get On The Horn
03:59
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Immersed in glamor in the evening
Traipsing to the party
A question to be filed under obvious foreshadowing
Reasons to get up in the morning
Are reasons not to fall asleep the previous night
And the reasons to get up in the morning
Are the reasons not to hold off
From the scorching blue light
Alas, the loose ends of the wraparound
Devoid of all last summer’s chafing heat
Get on the horn and call it home
Regale the suitors of the time spent on the ivory coast
The asterisk dangling overhead and threatening both
Colicky alarms doubt everything implanted in vain
Reasons to get up aren’t the same as yesterday
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Man, The
03:34
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The dust settled in the morning light
But the view you took in was not quite right
Several weeks feeling overwrought
All chewed up as an afterthought
The winds of change, they overhang
You might as well go out with a bang
So stand up with your sign and sing it
Now the man is dead, long live the man now
You nod along but you can’t let go
For the best devil is the one that you know
A cheap suit made of unheard hints
And years of cashed out Parliaments
The missive that you’re punching in
They won’t be hearing from you again
The moment’s passed to let it sink in
And by the time you’ve moved along
They won’t even notice that you’re gone
The better you climbs in their spaceship
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C To The R To The Y
03:43
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I was a child of divorce
And reconciliation and divorce again
And I went to doctors and witches
Burning through all my riches to solder frayed ends
I know the screams I’ve heard were live
A zillion things I learned but never tried
And though the friendships keep from fallings out
I only love them if they’re not around
I grew up quicker than quick
And now my inner monologue is paying the price
And I went to hell, I was less than impressed
Turns out I’d slummed it in heaven the whole time
And every cold sweat that awakens me is purely my own
And every mental health day
That I’ve missed the chance to bestow
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Winding
05:23
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Shut All The Way Up
03:34
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Are you tired of always being wrong?
Are you tired of that losing sword you splay upon?
Well, opportunity will shroud the devil lurking inside you
And the sullen fear
It clings like a roaming magnet to the iron
Hey, you’re a real soul fire man
Aim with the trigger that you know
You’re a real soul fire man, son of a motherfucker
Hey, you’re a real soul fire man
Ain’t gonna last until the dawn
Let go of this thing you’re on, shut all the way up
Get thee from wrestling with Rasputin’s ears
Yes, a myriad of wonder idles within your formative years
There is nothing to left up to discuss
You can either slide down the path you’ve forged
Or slip on the mask, become another one of us
A decade hasn’t changed you
A decade hasn’t changed you much
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Land Speed Record
03:53
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You are the moon obliterating humanity in spades
The golden child, all followers tromped in from heaven’s gate
And the torch they held to your throat
Wasn’t a fair indication of what they know
And the jade beaming in your eyes
From the ready, set, go
Set a course for the goal in your mind
But you won’t, you won’t make the big time
Set a land speed record in your mind
But you won’t, you won’t make it in time
A crowd awaits, the line reaching up to the outer stars
To watch you bust the nourishing plans you begat so far
All along you were calm and still
Like the black errant marks from your father’s will
You’d be down in the hardened mud if their looks could kill
I don’t seem to recognize you
I can’t seem to recognize the blur
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Very Unnecessary
04:31
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He digs his house on a grave
He wins the thing by a landslide
He packs it down in the hole
The air is shook with a venomous cold
All ties and supper at night
Sloshing among the misfires
We’ve got the winning bid now
And we can do whatever we want
Tied like a cherry, it seems very unnecessary
I’d like a stab at the board
Pride like a favor, the truth locked out of nomenclature
Why liken being ignored?
A gleaming hope in the dark
The asp aspiring to nothing
Glowworms appear by the sides
Flanking armor and covering the void
Too much is never enough
When the towers, they catch fire
But one single shaking leaf
Enough to make it all crumble and fall
I was the lip of your cup, I was the flagrant forgotten
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You have control, a hold on me
I’m so relieved you’re my destiny
The quagmires and the shots that plague my history
Slumped deep within the seats
Of my tattered mezzanine
If I had to run it back again, that’s just what I’d do
‘Cause every single miserable moment has led me to you
The trauma burns, a looming mental fire
You could have fled the scene but you refuse to retire
I’m stuck, bespoken, occasionally broken
But your siren call to arms has only set me open
There’s nothing better than fluttering within your hold
A layer of heat to defend against eternal cold
And all the light that pours from your eyes
When the sun’s too stubborn to shine
Oh, well it might be wrong
But wrong’s always suited me fine
Yes, every single terrible moment
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