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Leonardo Da Vinci
03:32
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Putting all my mental notes inside this giant book I wrote
It's backwards but it's not the one you read
(Or had a dialogue)
And in a pinch I might pluck out the verse
That could reverse this awful curse
When all my other plans are left for dead
(The highest shelves in Prague and)
I don't care what's wrong, too much to think about anyway
I don't mind the times when things get harder than hard to take
But I don't know when this trend's gonna end
Having to spend my day as my own best friend
I will rock you like a baby tonight
Searching all my life to find it's not the one that I designed
But there's a million others left to see
(You're trying to freak me out now)
I fell in love a while back but I didn't know how to react
So I sat back and pretended you were me
(That's not what it's about and)
I don't care, I don't mind
I don't know where to spend all this Yen
'Cause all the gadgets in my dreams won't let this thing end
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2. |
Mother X. Lottaverb
03:41
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I gotta hold on tight to what I believe in
Strap it into a rocket
Send it hurdling toward the furthest reaches
Store it somewhere safe where only I can find it
'Cause I can only call on the rest if it fails
When I call in the night, please, someone help me
And it breaks my heart to see myself this way
Yes it does
I only hope to mend myself 'cause I love me
I only look out for myself
No mothers, exes, lot of verbs to take
But behind my sheik veneer
I know that all I'm good at being is fake
When I finally look in my eyes and I see there's no one there
Well maybe I can look to the sky
And the stars will guide me to where I'm supposed to be
'Cause I know there's something better there for me
I gotta float away from what I believe in
Send it running for the hills
If I'm ever gonna live as something more than a rusty man
There's something to be said for the worry
I hold when a loved one cries
And when I can't react to it
You know a piece of me up and dies
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3. |
Hit Single
02:57
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When you came back it was like a Chinese democracy
Each of them waiting on bended knee
Just primed to attack
Nothing like the thrill of the chase for the men
You can't go home again
When you get around
Just collecting the victims to hunt you down
They're embittered, elated to find themselves with a bitter sound
Everybody's thinking 'bout you, everybody's talking 'bout you
Everybody knows that you're a hit when you're single
Everybody's fighting for you, trying to look inviting
When you're dating you're all right
But you're a hit when you're single
How many hearts do you have to break until you're satisfied?
It's not like you haven't tried
You're falling apart, but it's cool when you speak
And you turn up the charm for the thing hanging on your arm
The ones that you've met
Haven't been suitable enough to suit you yet
Your proud reflection gazing back
At your crow's feet and cigarette
Everybody's watching for you, everybody's waiting for you
Everybody knows that you're a hit when you're single
Everyone's complaining 'cause their prospects are all draining
'Til you lose the ball and chain
'Cause you're a hit when you're single
I don't believe in your wonderment, just like I don't believe in you
But you've still got work to do
If I had to show you that there are still other ways to go
I'd spend three minutes telling you everything you already know
Everyone's on fire for you, trying to take you higher
You'll go to the greatest buyer, you're a hit when you're single
Everybody's thinking 'bout you, everybody's talking 'bout you
Everybody knows that you're a hit when you're single
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4. |
The Collector
04:06
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If you were a boxer, I'd be your corner man
I'd fight for your honor if you ever went down
But all of the others flash glances of betrayal
They'd string me up sideways to spin me around
And mother would say you've been warned
'Cause we'd only end up locking horns
And the truth looks a little less tainted
Depending on the color you paint it
Collecting your allies and friends
With the urgency of a shattered spy
Whose mission entirely depends
On living so full without knowing why
If I were a captain of industrial ships
That powered the world the world like a crude rubber ball
Would you find it vital to stand in my shadow
When I am the man in control of it all?
And how you would cringe and distort
When my résumé turned out to be forged
And the game that enveloped you in it
Now cheapened with each passing minute
It's easy to make yourself feel an emotion that's never been real
If you're pulling yourself northward just going off a star
You'll think that you're northward wherever you are
Collecting your allies and friends
With the urgency of a shattered spy
But here's where our little dance ends
'Cause I can't be full without knowing why
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5. |
Untitled (Is A Title)
04:34
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I'd trade the world for just the rush that I'd be given
If you'd remember what I said, whatever I said
Hand to god, I'd never met you before
But you still spend your whole day
Just running through my head
We would never have made it this way
We would never have stayed out this late
I carry on these conversations in my sleep
Just to hear your invented little voice
I break the spine of the rule book from time to time
As if I ever had an inkling of a choice
We would never have waited this date
We would never have made this mistake
Kill the lights now
And you are the only one left in the spotlight
And unbearable resemblance to yourself
And all that I can do is telescope my voice to you
And wait and pray for word that you might need a little help
Just the way that I do whenever I'm alone
Hanging by a thinning thread here in a spotlight of my own
You kill the lights now and tell me it's not scary
When you're forced into a corner
With the boy you have to carry on
I'm not so great when it comes to making introductions
And I'm sorry for when I fall flat on my face
It's just defensive with a pinch of lack thereof
That feels so free to come along and put me in my place
We would never have broken this day
We would never have made our escape
We would never have made it this way, no
With forever left out in our wake
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6. |
Grass & Dirt & Wine
02:33
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I kicked around an idea for a minute
But then I lost it and it might have been on purpose
The prospect of being reprehensible for anything
The thought of being a grown-up
Makes me seven kinds of nervous
And I know that I've thought of jumping ship
But with her in my hair I might just give those fears the slip
I stumbled 'round in a gallery full of people
And I couldn't match any of the faces to their names
And soon enough they all began to blur together
My mind as blank as all their images became
And I know that I've caved a million times
But with her in my skin I could remember all my lines
I fell into a secret compartment in a bathroom
Just filled up with mystery and intrigue and the like
If life is eggshell white then I am just a bounty
Of grass and dirt and wine just waiting for the chance to strike
And I know that I've overfilled my cup
But with her in my dreams I'm almost sick of giving up
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7. |
What A Mess
04:48
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What a mess you've made of yourself, son
What a mess you've made of yourself, my son
When you were only eight
You didn't seem to want to make a mistake
What a mess you've made of yourself, son
What a mess you've made of your life, son
What a mess you've made of your life, my son
When you were only eight, you only wanted to concentrate
And what a mess you've made of your life, son
And God said to Abraham, "Hey buddy, you do the math"
But Abe was trying with all his might
Just to keep on going along the beaten path
The elevator filled up with your plans will forever fly up and down
But it's a matter of time before it's buried in the ground
What a mess you've made of your world, son
What a mess you've made of your world, my son
I remember you were only eight
You thought you'd already sealed your fate
And what a mess you've made of your world, my son
And God broke the barriers
And he reached down and picked you up
And you stared right into his face
With a grin that cried that you didn't really give a fuck
The accusations fly like the fur
Of the stone-faced men who didn't learn how to love
'Cause, well, the tough take off when the going gets tough
And you never wanted something more to live beyond
When you learned to open your shell
And you never asked for your time in the blue
To come to a screeching halt
But the doors swung open and you let yourself inside
Of your own private hell
And God took the implements
And he boiled you down to a batter
And unless you can take back all these years
You'll be out on your own and served on a platter
There go your hopes and dreams
Only to be drowned in a sea of ignorant fear
Because the truth of the matter
Is that the truth of the matter never completely comes out clear
And God said to Abraham, "Hey buddy, you do the math"
But Abe was trying with all that he had
Just to keep his ass dragging along the beaten path
The elevator filled up with your plans will forever fly up and down
But it's a matter of time before it's buried in the ground
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8. |
All Day Long
03:45
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All day long, it's the same old story
And all day long, it's the same old song
You lie about being faithful
And other things that aren't easily explained
And I can't help but turn away from
This moment in time in a circular vein
And the confusion in mind tries to pull me aside
To ask why you'd come back just to turn and leave me behind
And you lie when you say you're in trouble
But I'm not so sure that you didn't snag your own foot
And I would love to shake the eight ball
And watch it come back with a less hazy outlook
But the next time you shock with that same double talk
Well I'll play it off like it's already played off
The last bastion of truth as a favor to you
But as far as I care, you've got everything left to prove
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9. |
Nine Out Of Ten
03:56
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The clock hand is so high up off the ground
And so we always try to pull it down
But to set off all the wishes that come true
When you're not paying attention
Is to roll the dice and pay the price
For something I won't even mention
When the humor sweats your mind
And you're having a good time
Wouldn't you pretend you're blind?
And when the human swears, "You're mine"
And I'm running out of time
If I could do it all again, I would give it a nine out of ten
The years slip by so fast and no one knows
To focus on the past now only shows
That we're all frustrated animals incapable of being rational
Selling ourselves to ourselves and trying to go international
I could have tried to save the world
I could have tried to get the girl
But there's no use trying to pretend
'Cause when the clock stops running, I can't extend it
When the humor sweats your mind
And you're having a good time
Wouldn't you pretend you're blind?
And when the human swears, "You're mine"
And I'm running out of time
Well I could be feeling fine
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10. |
Catapult
02:37
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Tied to a chair on my wedding day
The conductor forces the band to play
Whatever my captor will allow as it gets hard to breathe
To a somebody's vows and I will not believe
You'd fall out of love with me
Playing Old Maid with the prison guard
My hand shakes a bit as I deal the cards
The coffee, it burns my throat
I offer up a silent wince
Even when I learn, I remain unconvinced
Remember the time I dreamt of the future?
Now I only recall dwelling on the past
I hope one day we can keep tabs and hear that longing sound
It won't seem so bad the next time around when
You will fall out of love with me
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