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Warm Regards
03:41
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As they lowered my body into the ground
I hoped it was fleeting
When they piled the dirt on and patted it down
My hope was retreating
If I could send a message to them
I’d ask them politely not to do it again
They’d throw their skulls back and let out a yell
And send me down to the bowels of hell
Warm regards
As they stomped on the casket and set it on fire
My luck was concluding
And they couldn’t wait to finish so they could retire
To take on their brooding
Guilty and guileless, they stuck to the plan
When I couldn’t take it, I cut and I ran
They’ll tail me forever if that’s what it takes
To make me pay for their parents’ mistakes
I don’t want to deal with your warm regards
I’m not an expert but I can predict
The monster inside of us and what makes it tick
I dream of its movements, built a map in my head
But that doesn’t matter ‘cause I’m already dead
Please feel free to leave me alone
And don’t you ever come back
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2. |
Bubble Wrap
02:32
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I know what I’m doing
Just watch what I’m doing
I love taking them all away
I’m putting them all away
Been doing it all my days
I’m taking them all away
Some people think it’s worthless
I like wrapping my arms in it
They’ll say it serves no purpose
Laying on it for a minute
I support its existence, bursting for a million hours
I love the sound they emit
Never have I felt such power
I’m popping, I’m popping bubble wrap
The noise, it never lingers
Stomping back and forth for more fun
Crushed worlds beneath my fingers
In the backseat, bring a small one
So soft yet unforgiving, and I can’t feel like a loner
I’m always truly living with someone else’ leftovers
I know what I’m doing
You’ll love what I’m doing
I love taking them all away
I’m putting them all away
I tell you, it’s all I need
I’m taking them all away
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Well, he said, “Hey man
Would you like to take this taste test
Down to the front of the line of this restaurant
And break the boundaries of what I refer to as
Corporate whores who go lying from door to door?”
And I don’t know why it’s so cold
The breeze in this room makes the rain wax natural
And I don’t know why it’s all gold
To hear these things and avoid subliminal
My best friend’s a mechanic, always mechanizing
He’s gotta do what he can to fix every last little thing
And it worked fine for a while
He said, “It’s not too tough”
Until his wife left ‘cause he couldn’t fix himself up
This girl had seven fingers on her left hand alone
Six worked well but the last was whittled to the bone
But she would never ditch it no matter how we pressed
There could’ve been a lesson in that I guess
I guess
I broke into acting right around the time
I broke into Fort Know, but I only thought it
To be a petty crime
Trying to make ends meet but they only unwind
Another mistake that I make in making up my mind
And I don’t know why it’s so cold
There’s always one more and it seems so meaningful
But I don’t know why it’s all gold
To just accept that you’re just delusional
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4. |
Sleeping Angelica
03:14
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Sleeping Angelica slips down the sheets
Caressing the nervousness that lives in her dreams
She knows that safety isn’t too far away
I lie awake in bed staring at the walls
Watching the cracks build up and hoping she calls
It’s a sad life, I know, but I can’t help that fact
Sleeping Angelica conquers her fears
Reaching my stable hand collecting her tears
And I haven’t slept for these past hundred years
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5. |
Alls I Need
03:47
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Well, I’m a scheming burst of manic dirt
Brazen and falling right off of the edge of the earth
When the bodies collide, they’ll see innocence
In an isle of pride and feral elephants
Alls I need is someone to think I’m beautiful and
Alls I need is someone to think I’m powerful and
Alls I need is someone to think I’m admirable and
Alls I need is
Well, you can call me crazy but don’t call me late
When I’m flying into mine and the suction so powerful
Of life I speak in the throes of the hilt
Until your every intention has been thoroughly killed, yeah
Sugar and faith, such a deadly combination
Waited for days for your unplanned resignation
Well, the last of the glass is breaking up through the phone
I’m annoyed with you calling the phone I don’t even own
No loan, no gun, no winter wonder
But an impression of my hand right before I’m pulled under
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6. |
Gin Or Ginseng
03:03
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Sitting in the lazy boy, I’m trying to reflect a bit
How’d my life get so messed up
And what should I do to deal with it?
One way I’ll get good and strong
My mind will reel and I’ll do fine
Then the other comes along
And tells me that it’s drinking time
Gin or ginseng
One of these could set me free
Gin or ginseng
Either way, it’s up to me
I’m so wrapped up in myself
That I can’t hear beyond my head
But I’ve got to take a route
I can’t adjourn until I’m dead
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I'm Blowing Up
03:34
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You fowled me and you fooled me in the worst way
Glass-cutting like a jewel thief on my birthday
But is this really such an old veneer?
Take heart now, for your smoke flares I’ll be steering
It’s so hard taking to heart what I’m hearing
The waves are making waves right in my ears
I don’t mind taking ten paces to the rope laid on the floor
I just want to shake your hand
And I don’t fear visiting places that I’ve never seen before
I’m blowing up upon command
You once looked like Madonna with her baby
Protected by the halo that could save me
It’s getting so that I can barely steer
Catapult me high, I’m blowing up
Hang me out to dry, I’m blowing up
Turn me to the left, I’m blowing up
And maybe I’ll forget that I’m blowing up
I want you to forget that I brought this up
I’m sure that the whole thing was just a mix-up
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8. |
Whoa
03:53
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I want to kiss you all night long
Wait a second, that came out wrong
I want to be around you every day
But that’s not really what I meant to say
I’m trying so hard to be deep and meticulous
But all of my words are so trite and ridiculous
And nothing I say wants to stick
I’m feeling so confused and perturbed, just a little disturbed
Now please excuse me while I put that into words
‘Cause I could hold you ‘til my arms run out of strength
Touch you ‘til my hands disintegrate
“Whoa” is all I’m really trying to say
But it keeps coming out just a little bit cliché, yeah
I want to grab you, squeeze you tight
If I could only say it right
I want to taste you ‘til I’m numb
But scratch that ‘cause it sounded just a little too dumb
I’m fighting the urge to use poetic imagery
And picking up hints in those pink girly magazines
I’m falling apart at the seams
I think maybe I’m thinking too much about my angles and such
I’m going Dutch, either way I’m giving up
And I could kiss you ‘til I’m doing it in my dreams
Think about you ‘til my brains blow to smithereens
“Whoa” is all I’m really trying to say
But it keeps coming out just a little bit cliché, yeah
I want to be the one you want
But my voice will only taunt
I want to captivate your heart
But my language barrier keeps pulling us apart
One two three four five six seven eight
One two three four, take it from the top now
One two three four five six seven eight
Bring it on home now
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9. |
Not A Waltz
03:58
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Checked the store windows before they opened
After spending years waiting and hoping
Gathered up my friends, “Hey, have you seen this?”
Notes hand-carved from the desk of a genius
Rolls of pennies I got from the bat next door
Just enough to buy what I was looking for
I ran home with my prize package flailing
I waited, we all waited, and you failed me
What am I listening to now?
‘Cause it’s not a waltz, it’s not a waltz
How could you let us all down?
‘Cause it’s not a waltz, it’s not a waltz
Track by track, I was wracked with confusion
All bogged down in your new dissolution
Thought of past lives, the poetic master
Now it’s turned around, you selfish bastard
How would you like it if we all betrayed you?
Was it easier when all the suits paid you?
Hope you like it when your friends all start sailing
I waited, we all waited, and you failed me
Breathe in, breathe out, check in, check out
Punch in, punch out, sell in, sell out
Now it’s in, two, three, out, two, three
In, two, three, out, two, three
Out to be out to get out
Forget the waltz, don’t live for the waltz
‘Cause it’s not a waltz
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10. |
Pool Of Panic
02:47
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No, I won’t rain on your parade
On the Lido deck I’ve got it made
On the wrong trail the hunter waits
For the tall tales of second dates
If I broke down in a pool of panic
Will it turn us back around to whence we came?
For the moment things are still afloat
Water sprays out through the megaphone
Past the encore of the tired eyes
Of a million geriatric guys
Now I’ll break down in a pool of panic
Will it slow the damage down or make it drain?
Eighty percent is what I’ve been told
Let’s see how much of it I can hold
Treading fiercely in a pool of panic
Grab at nonexistent ground
I’ve been taken by the pool of panic
Listening to the silent sounds creep in my brain
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11. |
Be Quiet
03:42
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For years of this I’ve suffered for
Only the good of my plans
And tonight’s the night they get their comeuppance
The décor set up tirelessly
The strings tucked into their cans
And it won’t be long ‘til the festival begins
Be quiet, be quiet, there’s someone at the door
Be quiet, be quiet, for about ten seconds more
Downtown, a man is soaked in sweat
His diagrams are at fault
But he’s still trying to earn his weekly pay
The sirens burst out screaming from
The belly of the vault
To signify that the fuzz is on its way
Be quiet, be quiet, just lay low on the floor
Be quiet, be quiet, for about ten seconds more
The hardships of the hardware guy
Have been the work of a beast
And moments of tranquility were rare
But it all came to a head when his
Best friends were all deceased
And so he cornered in on silent prayer
Silence racing through my wavelengths
Be quiet, be quiet, what am I searching for?
Be quiet, be quiet, for about ten seconds more
Be quiet, be quiet, an epithet, for sure
Be quiet, be quiet, for about ten seconds more
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12. |
Bound For The Sun
03:12
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Bound for the sun, it’s always moving
And I’m trying to catch up
Me and the moon have wrestled over
Why the sun was hidden
Day after day I struggle
For the destination of that star
Forever fighting for the chance
To chance the world forbidden
You should see the sun in evening wear
You should hide the night before it ends
It’s like a different sun to see
It’s like a different sun to me
Bound for the sun, it’s always moving
But I swear I must catch up
Looking for something that awaits me
Upon my arrival
Nothing but me and weather
Face to face, we’re facing off alone
I will remain assured and faithful
In my own survival
Bound for the sun, it’s always moving
But I swear I will catch up
Me and the moon have got no business
Talking to each other
Fighting the deadline posted upon the wall
By the horizon
No one but me knows what I’m seeking
Or when I will get there
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