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The Last Song
00:58
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This will be the last song I ever write about you
A testament to every grain in the hourglass
That passed, so hesitant to join its brothers in death
But still sacrificing itself for the greater good of higher learning
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2. |
Stop Stopping
04:03
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Call, call off your dogs
They’re running around questioning my every action
And the sinking feeling I get
Will not come from bitter regret, no
It’ll only be the drowning of the memory of 1,095 days all wasted
Can, can you feel the cold in every direction?
It pummels like a linebacker chasing his check
And the wayward bodily fluids
They were the best reflection of you, oh
If wishes are like portals into blinding success
Well then I hope your portal takes you out of the gutter
Why you always smiling back?
This is serious as a heart attack
These photos are growing yellow edges so fast
It’s like a sign from the heavens that the past is the past
I once crushed on your velvet then you walloped my ass
You must have thought it a gas until you stop, stop stopping
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Hand-crafted but poorly painted
Left behind and nine kinds of tainted
Why not come and pick me up?
No crowded aisles, no raging mobs
No one remembers why I do my job
Why not come and pick me up?
You could be the one who could take me home today
Wouldn’t that be heavenly?
I’m starting to get scared that they might throw me away
And I know there’s a better life waiting for me
You may antagonize the choices they’re making
Here’s the skinny: they’re all mistaken
Why not come and pick me up?
Forget the papers with their gilded wealth
Wouldn’t I look perfect on the shelf?
Why not come and pick me up?
So much for superliminal advertising
Whatever I’m selling no one’s buying
Why not come and pick me up?
Supposedly I am a part of history right from the start
But no one ever has the heart to put me in their shopping cart
Why not come and pick me up?
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4. |
En Kritiker
03:43
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They’ll kick you in the mouth; they’ll kick you in a minute
They’ll kick you in the mouth if you don’t put your foot in it
I spent every last red cent that I had
On some painting that I thought wasn’t half bad
Brought it downtown and the man with the beret said
There wasn’t any depth and it looked a little too red
Why should I put up with this?
Why take to heart the vocal styling of an egotist?
I went to see that new independent film
Where a slasher hunts down some kids and tries to kill ‘em
I enjoyed it a lot but the critics did not
It was too cliché and the director should have been shot
Why should anybody care?
Why can’t we pretend the doubters just aren’t there?
I looked down at my body yesterday
Thinking to myself “I wonder how much I weigh?”
I could stand to look better, I’ll admit
Maybe I should starve myself for a little bit
Why am I even competing?
Why should we have to give ourselves this beating?
Ego operations are the one vocation
That’s an understatement but I’m not complacent
With their jubilation at my own frustration
This abomination needs a long vacation
Sign its resignation, we’ve been awful patient
Always under ruination waiting at our station
Every seat is taken; this is what I’m saying
We’ve been sitting, praying for a revelation
Like a giant glacier getting old and wasted
Looking at our spaceship
Like it’s a replacement for bastardization
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5. |
Stuck With Possessions
04:13
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There was nothing, nothing left to chew on
And there was nothing, nothing left to lose again
And I was jealous, jealous of your new song
And at the table, table covered with scratch marks from pens
You were the greatest thing to happen
Never reminding me to bend
All my life I chose possessions
Now I’m stuck in a room with them
Easy listening, listening caught me off guard
Falling under, under the back of my head
Before you take off, take off the leotard
Hey are you listening, listening to a word that I just said?
I’m no Prince Charming but I find it alarming
That I can’t get this nightmare to end
And I’m no Prince of Thieves who rejects the beliefs
Of the brave that I’ve tried to befriend
And I’m no Prince Valiant with his acres of talent
In making the right way come true
And I’m no Prince of Persia so the constant inertia
Will be sanding me down to your shoes
I’ll be sanded to the height of your shoes
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6. |
Wolf Moon
03:25
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Wolf moon tempers everything
She resides only in our minds
White teeth pointed at the dirt
And we, we wait for the specter that is her
When finally she comes out of the ground
Hush
Every twelve years the rhinestones align
And it’s bound to be gracious; it’s bound to be fine
And the nightmarish creatures will only go blind
The time is at hand so please give us a sign
We gather with matches and sparkling white wine
And we call and she calls and we travel through time
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Nerve
04:39
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You were the queen; you were the queen of everyone
You hit the scene and all the cameramen would run
But there’s a trail of bodies in the sun
You’ve got a lot of nerve
You toured the globe high in a private airplane
Wearing a robe and drinking nothing but champagne
The fingers that you stepped on wouldn’t complain
Skim the lights, why don’t you skim the lights?
Skim, skim the lights, but will you see your conscience tonight?
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8. |
Ruthless Lately
03:24
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Getting on is getting old
Too many pointless across the fading, tired veranda
You’ve found yourself stuck at arm’s length
You’re done with being pushed around
It’s time to run your enemies down
There’s two types of people in the world
The hapless victims always rushing
And then the ones who do the crushing
The former’s welcome has been worn
The truth may hold a violent sting
But damned if that can’t be a lovely thing
Tick tock, all the people wanna rock
And the people that’ll rock and do a bang-up job
Don’t mind all the people left behind
They’re the people in grind and they’ll learn with time
That you can’t go messing around with a blessing
That’ll turn around twice just to teach you a lesson
When they pull you down under it’ll be no wonder
You’ve been so ruthless lately
I know you feel like you’ve lost yourself
I bet you think you could use some help
But if you look at your reflection you’ll see it’s true
There’s nothing in your way except for you
Look around the open town
A million things to do and say ‘til everyone gets wrenched away
You can’t forget the things you’ve seen
But everything will be all right
You won’t go down, no, not without a fight
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9. |
Green Cars
04:38
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Time filters through the radio, only nine hours left to go
Wind down around an empty plate
Just pray to God we won’t be late
Simultaneously imbedded with the plight of where we’re headed
And all those idiotic thoughts about who’s right and who is wrong
This road we travel wears us thin; it helps to let distractions in
And when I’m tired of counting stars
I look around for bright green cars
Backtrack to where we lost our minds; this documentary rewinds
Kick cans and count on catching cold; another roadmap to unfold
And now the sky looks positively furious and shy of fifty
We took a butchered turn again; the hours jump back up to ten
What say you about this?
Time filters through the radio, only nine hours left to go
I think we finally have a route; I think we’ll figure this thing out
Our band of forward-thinking souls
Can change the earth with all our goals
And while the ancient chasm scars
I look around for bright green cars
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Rx
03:25
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I’m not going to hurt you; if you’d ever make me try
Then I might fall short and leave you to your own device
And I can’t be a part of that
Don’t worry lover; I’ll help you sleep tonight
I’ll get you through the pain until you don’t need me anymore
And you can throw me away
I can fill you up, rebuild you and put you back into your house
And keep you warm and safe from harm for at least another hour
And I can see you waking up
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11. |
Business Is Booming
04:06
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How would you feel if I told you a secret?
How would you feel if I set you down and cried?
How would you feel if the bridges were burning?
How would you feel if they fell upon the tide?
I see it in your eyes and it makes me wanna fly
I’m in the business of giving you the business
And baby, business is booming, it’s booming
How did you feel when you hit your first million?
How did you feel when you lost all of your friends?
How does it feel when you drink in the poison?
How does it feel to see the walls and carpet blend?
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12. |
On Hold EQ Is My Friend
04:44
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Time won’t tell what we will do to heal each others’ wounds
And my own hell is fixing to come back with evens offering odds
With combinations quick, fulfilling
All I want is something that I don’t know that I need yet
I just failed to see the inner message bearing hopes to come
Across the rope bridge I’ve been building
This is where I open my eyes and I don’t know why
This is where I look at your face and it says nothing
Up the hill is where I hope to meet the miser I know
Climb the wind if only to play dumb with something
Just like knowledge fighting for that past to hear me
Soon enough it could be time to turn the tides toward myself
Until then the message ringing clear is always within earshot
All the living creatures fear me
When you see something good you doubt it
You walk right past and don’t think about it
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