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Giraffes Can't 69
05:00
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It would take a miracle for you and I to work this out
It would take the hand of a higher power
For us to be compatible
So much for a second chance, it's time to take our final bow
In another circumstance we might have a shot
But I don't see the glass as half full
Giraffes can't sixty-nine
And pigs can't fly around the otherwise empty sky
And no one's turning water into wine
So that doesn't leave much hope for you and I
The curtain has closed on us
The lights are up, there's no encore
Though remnants of everything we've been through
Have pushed me down and seared my skin
There's nothing left to discuss since I won't see you anymore
Maybe on a different plane of our existence
I'd bow to temptation and give in
Giraffes can't sixty-nine
And faces never freeze that way when they pretend to cry
Maybe we'll find some other way to get around this
Maybe we can meet us halfway to get around this
Giraffes can't sixty-nine
And angels don't fall to the floor over a lie
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2. |
Cloudless Skyline
03:54
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Cloudless skyline, should I excavate my life?
Should I dive inside my mind and swim through the brine?
Or should I stare through you like superstition says?
Well, every dog must have his day, and I'll spend mine in bed
Cloudless skyline, making gestures toward my blinds
Should I draw the curtains or lock my light outside
I don't want to see you but I just can't escape the view
So even with no balcony, you beckon me to climb right through
Feeling good but I'm feeling horrible, oh yeah
I traded my luck for an eternity of this cloudless skyline
Cloudless skyline, won't you hold my head up high?
You've so inviting but do I ever dare to try?
Should I make these leaps and bounds toward greatness?
You say I'm so worthy, but why?
Stop pretending that I don't exist and just give me a sign
Feeling good but I'm feeling terrible, oh yeah
I traded my luck for an eternity of this cloudless skyline
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3. |
Detergent Jingle
03:36
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Coffee rolls and pigeonholes sucking out my breath
Like a stagecoach waiting to turn back into a pumpkin
I can wait, I've got nothing better to do today
Oh my, I see you're back in town, you've grown renowned
To wear that thing you call a hospital gown
But I guess I won't be seeing you around
I've tried my hardest just to make up a hit single
Despite my best efforts, all I could come up with
Is a detergent jingle, uh huh
Manic but not yet depressed, I think it's best
If you stay dressed, I'm calling in for backup
But my dial-o-gram is smashed to smithereens
That when gathered into a ball will one day
Take over the world and now I'm hunting with
My trusty smithereen gun to make them curl
Stop, stop the presses, my confession is that
I'm obsessed with entities from overseas
Who burn my knees to third degrees and such
I swear I'm only making fun of everyone under the sun
With just one line, is that a crime?
Wait, hold that thought, it's feeding time
You've been stung by the blighting bug
And you'll never write a worthwhile song again
Just take your bow and line up now
'Cause selling out is really cashing in
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4. |
Chapters
03:48
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Chapter one wasn't much fun
Turn me on and turn me back off
The day right after was pure disaster
And I hated everybody I say
But the diatribe continued to thrive
And my house didn't feel like a home
I didn't have to shout to get you kicked out
But I think I'm better off alone
Romantic horror is leaving me worn
Luck ain't been a lady since the day I was born
And I can't prove to you but I can provide evidence to
Chapter two left me feeling blue
But the words I couldn't find
I searched and scoured for lingering hours
But got lost in the back of my mind
No ifs or buts 'cause the mouth sewn shut
Prevented any quiet sighs
And it's a mystery about how it could be
That she had any more fear than I
Chapter three started perfectly
With nothing but respect
The later talks without stumbling blocks
And no hesitation to be direct
But late one night after having a pint
Someone else pulled into the fray
And it's a mistake I know, but how could somebody throw
Something that could've been so damn perfect away?
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Nothing remaining but the pine-scented sinking hull
The afterglow's fading, look at how down you've left your guard
And I just dreamt we were out of luck
My dream came true, now I'm feeling stuck
Your line is trailing, it looks like your reeling out
Maybe we'll move on now that this hurt is gone
And I think we should fuck other people
Enough of this head trip 'cause I left my case behind
I wish you'd get off it, or is it too late to save a life?
I wish I knew what the future brought
Step back as if you've just gotten caught
Can I breathe for a minute? Am I taking up all your time?
I will not hesitate to shine
I will not hesitate to burn your mental gate
You think you're trading up but now you're just a little late
You will not regulate, I won't negotiate
You spend your empty days cascading into empty hate
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6. |
The 70's
03:50
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I wish I was left below the mask, forgot a feeling, uh huh
A chromosome, or better yet, a chromonone
Is down for healing a heart
Deal me out of this hand tonight
I'm a country man staring at a city skyline
And it's no one's fault but mine
Let the seventies take their time
I've had enough of getting soaked with the sun
It's so misleading, uh huh
While you wait for a better day to take the fall
But now's for sleeping on
Deal me out of this hand tonight
I'm a criminal heading for a desert skyline
You don't need me and I don't need you
Forget about the fancy clothing you put on
The play by plays are never wrong
It's not about the way you market yourself
A muse of everything including the catalog
The potion isn't quite as strong
Deal me out of this hand tonight
I'm an eagle scout waiting on tomorrow's skyline
But it's everyone's fault but mine
Let the seventies take their time
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7. |
Rocket Surgery
03:26
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This is where I draw the line, this is where I take my time
I feel no need to unbalance my life
I feel no desire to spring into the fire
This is where I feel around, clinging tightly to the sound
Of something that I cannot place
I wish that I could see your face
This ain't rocket surgery but it won't come easily
When I kill our chemistry, please don't be too mad at me
This is where I make my move, this is where I lose my proof
That I can be wired for you, if I jump off just try not to scoff
This ain't rocket surgery, please don't look so mad at me
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8. |
Clock Tower
03:34
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Balsa wood stairwell predicts that I'll slip
The spattering of my spine
Fill out these forms and you're ready to go
Now sign above the dotted line
The muscle of the man with the muzzle in his hand
The piercing stab of his good eye
A teal-colored knapsack stole my seat
So I got up and waved goodbye
Stone maker, heartbreaker
Either way, it all comes out in wash
Clock tower, superpower
Either way, it all comes out in wash
A stacked out slam pack stacked to the rafters
With gossip and rhetoric
The man with the face leash stubs out his stogie
And the scent of it makes me sick
Police be advised, there's a boy in disguise
Slinging shifters in a bar on Fifth
But he's caught doing ninety when he slams into a pine tree
And the car length equals the width
Now if I could only imbed the look in my head
With the lead in this serrated knife's edge
I'd probably confuse the two of them together
And I'd have to quit being a pledge
Now the silent alarm brings both peace and harm
And when I'm asking which, it depends
But the man left the stand with the silent film running still
And I can't get up 'til it ends
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9. |
Say Your Prayers
03:26
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I want to drive down the middle of the road
I want to climb into another hemisphere
I want to pressurize until I explode
I want to bug myself and see what I hear
I want to daydream in the middle of the night
I want to have a nightmare during the day
I want to fuck things up but say it's all right
I want to come out thinking everything's okay
But I can't do that right now 'cause I'm too scared
But I'm not weak and you've said your peace
Now say your prayers
I want to scream and shout when everyone's looking
I want to accidentally make myself whole
I want to spill whatever it is that I'm cooking
I want to be the only one I control
I want to hang a photo of you on my door
I want to stare at it until it's a blur
I want to not want to want you anymore
I want to see you and pretend that you're her
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10. |
Pick Up Line
03:15
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What's your name, pretty thing? Have you been here before?
I ain't seen your face around here often but I'd like to see it more
I like the way you scowl at me
Before you head straight for the door
Your outfit's looking good on you but it'd look better on my floor
Put a gin and tonic in for me, put a margarita on the rocks
I'm a captain of my industry and I'm proud to say I'm on the clock
I'll take another shot, bartender, I'm giving out a pick up line
'Cause in the morning I'll surrender
Now I'm feeling more than fine
You must have fallen from heaven 'cause you're the angel I see
You've got to be cheap because the best things in life are free
We could run away together, get married, have a family
Unless you're planning to just throw another round on me
Put a round of whiskey in for me
Put a glass of brandy on my tab
I'm a helpful little SOB and I'll hold you when you're feeling bad
You're such a sweet little girl, I'd like to give you a whirl
I'd want to make your toes curl
And hear you shout out my name as if it won't be the same
Since I'm the one that's to blame
Put a scotch and soda in for me, put a goblet of tequila down
I'm a wall of insecurity and I'll make you realize I'm around
Put a nameless vodka in for me
Put a nameless lager in there too
I'm a million things to nobody and I'll mean a little less to you
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11. |
Outside Joke
04:21
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I've heard of roses beating down your door
Giving you a hug, cradling you in its thorns
They'll poke into your heart and they'll tear it apart
They'll prod into your soul and they'll pull it out whole
It's that time of night to turn out the bright lights
And start spinning deep inside
To tear away from which you abide
I feel the razor sharp pangs of my heartstrings being tied
When love attacks you all that's left is just a solitary mind
So let's drown love in our own sea and we'll turn out just fine
I've seen the boxes of chocolate on the rise
The cordial paints a rose color on your eyes
They'll speak a million lies about a million girls and guys
They'll go right to your thighs and quench the feeling 'til it dies
I know there's swans and doves upon the make
I watch the rings and the multi-layered cake
The colognes and perfumes and the brashest balloons
Crawling out from the slime to see you one last time
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12. |
Jaguarini
03:43
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Tonight at dusk, pick up the villain through his musk
Charge up the hill, proceed to dive bomb for the kill
Rip raw the flesh and never worry for the mess
And go alone and don't quit 'til you see the bone
I care, don't beware of another
Formulaic masterpiece to rip into your day
I apply dreams of roughness, dreams of wired, rugged animals
And think, "Maybe I'll conform on the way"
Drag home the rest and put it in the frozen chest
Curl up in bed, a sleek black line upon your head
The mate gets in and greet her with a toothy grim
Speed up, pull back, a differing kind of attack
No don't behave, just function like a tidal wave
Bow toward the moon 'cause winter will be coming soon
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13. |
Boredom Strikes Again!
03:53
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There's nothing to do, there's nothing to see
There's not a direction to go except down
There's nobody here, there's shit on TV
It's more fascinating to be under
Grounded by my own subconscious
I would like more input on this
All of my efforts are futile
Like a car that's stuck in neutral
I'm all by myself, just stranded alone
I feel like I'm destined to just collect flakes
There's fear in the air, or is that cologne?
Or maybe my world is just a mis-
Take me away from this hell hole
Ask me not for whom the bell tolls
I turn back to face the room and
Wonder if I'm less than human
I won't lie, I need my dignity intact
As this repetition starts wearing thin and
I won't try to break out of this mold, in fact
I can see the headlines, "Boredom strikes again"
So much for my short elation
Hoping for reincarnation
Bearing down on my every wish
But that's life when you're a goldfish
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14. |
Sky Sax Park
03:23
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Look at all the rug burns in the sky
Look at how I feel as they pass by
I wish I could get out and get myself started
But I'm wallflowerin' at this world of a party
And I have no incentive left to try
And I have no fishes left to fry
Less is more when it comes to us, the love I feel is dangerous
And all in all, we're quite the perfect mess
I figure more or less, I always figure more or less
Get a load of Leo on the sax
Get a load of all his heart attacks
He waxes aloof to his random combustion
And I never look to those people to trust in
And I have no destination for the fax
And I'm watching others watch their backs
Less is more when it comes to us, the love I feel is dangerous
And sometimes you're a damsel in distress
I figure more or less, I always figure more or less
Have you seen the people in the park?
Have you seen them chewing on the bark?
They're left with no options so they have discovered
To finish off one and move on to the others
And I have no incline to leave my mark
And I'd hate to be there when it's dark
Less is more when it comes to us, the love I feel is dangerous
And I need time to work this out, I guess
I figure more or less, I always figure more or
Less is more when it comes to us, the love I feel is dangerous
And all in all, I feel like I've been blessed
I figure more or less, I always figure more or less
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