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Sisyphus
02:23
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I think I finally figured it out
And I could go in never knowing any more from here on out
I like to count the ways things never change
So I stop hoping something broken ever works again
I'm just defeatist trash in a bubble bath
Getting pissed that all the gold caps never worked this fast
I take my private hell out for show and tell
So I get weekly three day weekends in a standard cell
You wanna come?
Do you think Sisyphus laughs at all when he makes his way back down?
Who stands to care when the air is gone and the party moves underground?
I left my keys in the other house, guess we'll have to turn around
No meaning, just repeating
I think I'm finally losing my grip
I took a wrong turn down a dead end on a sinking ship
I spent my few days off by the first of March
So I'll be on call during next week's scheduled open heart
I couldn't find my way with a tape delay
And a ten-pound box of fingerprints and DNA
I get the blues and then I hit the snooze again
Eyes open, hoping, closed and broken kinda looks the same
To me
Do you think Sisyphus laughs at all when he makes his way back down?
Who stands to care when the air is gone and the party moves underground?
I left my keys in the other house, guess we'll have to turn around
No meaning, just a feeling
Do you think Sisyphus laughs at all when he makes his way back down?
Who stands to care when the air is gone and the party moves underground?
I left my keys in the other house, guess we'll have to turn around
No meaning, just believing
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2. |
Safety In Numbers
02:43
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"Better days" in a cloud of
Dirty shoes and a back rub
Who do you think you're talking to?
Number one for the first time
In the company bread line
Soon they'll name it after you
Is what you wanted…
Ooh yeah
You say it's over like it has to be, oh
But take a little for the factory, go
Is no one faster coming after me?
So long
Salad days in the same vein
With a government dead name
I could've sworn you saw me whole
Jonesing hard for some trust in
Civil wars and concussions
Why even leave your home at all?
Why even leave your bed at all?
I miss the space between
My eyes and my teeth
I swam for ages in my spine
But you own the night
It's alright, it's alright
It's fine
Is what you wanted
What you wanted?
Oh yeah
You say it's over like it has to be, oh
But save a little for the factory, go
Is no one faster coming after me?
So long
You say it's rotten like it has to be, oh
Like no one ever blamed the referee, no
We're getting farther from the remedy
So long
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3. |
Old Pair Of Shoes
02:36
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Was it just another game we did?
Was I just another lucky kid
Who knew but had to run
You were whispering my name behind
All the ivy walls and dotted lines
I think, at least someone
You're my old pair of shoes
Sucking me back in
I'm onto you
There were needles running up my jeans
Little fingers in the cash machine
I know I shouldn't care
I could stay but then where would I go?
There might be something that I still don't know
It could be anywhere
You're my old pair of shoes
Sucking me back in
I'm onto you
You're my old pair of shoes
(Was it just another game we did?)
You're sucking me back in
(Was I just another fucked up kid?)
You're my old pair of shoes
(There were needles running up my jeans)
Give up I'm onto you
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4. |
Who's Counting
04:23
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When my time is up
There'll be just enough
Packaged plastic in my throat to start another one
Cue the organist
And fundamentalists
Who leave their bones in bags untampered by the evidence
Who's counting
Who got time-stamped in the trough
Wouldn't we be better off
Who's loudest
Who said age would make you soft
Just enough lost
I wanna make my stand
On this stolen land
Wanna grind my borrowed body to some stranger's sand
Put a fence around
My abandoned town
But leave a light on hot to keep the monsters underground
Who's counting
Who got time-stamped in the trough
Wouldn't we be better off
Who's loudest
Who said age would make you soft
Just enough lost (to buy it)
Feels like a minister died in here
And he kept the company card
Who knew luck could be this hard
Keep your trust to yourself, you don't know
How much sway you can stand
And get as old as you can
Who's counting
Who got time-stamped in the trough
Wouldn't we be better off
Who's loudest
Who said age would make you soft
Just enough lost to buy it
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5. |
i.e. Whatever
03:24
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Scavengers, scavengers, scavengers
Just give another reason not to come
I saw the face, I saw the name, I saw the letter
Saturated on the back beat looking dumb
So what, did doing right and acting like you should
Leave you nothing but a scar?
Goddamn these yellow eyes, I
Wish I was colorblind, why
Whatever, sure, I'll be alright
Switchback, it bears repeating
Louder for those funny feelings
Whatever keeps you up at night
I won't amend my stony poems just cause I want to
I have to free them from Poseidon's shaky hands
If you don't have a fucking plan don't let it stop you
I'm only jaded cause it's what the part demands
So long, still adding up the change before I go
And counting all the zeroes twice
Goddamn these yellow eyes, I
Wish I was colorblind, why
Whatever, sure, I'll be alright
Switchback, it bears repeating
Louder for those funny feelings
Whatever keeps you up at night
Messenger, messenger, messenger
I never thought that something better was ahead
Like shaking fists to stop the waves in rougher weather
I started carving out my shoulder blades instead
So sad, just falling in the dark without a lamp
Like everybody else
Goddamn these yellow eyes, I
Wish I was colorblind, why
Whatever, sure, I'll be alright
Switchback, it bears repeating
Louder for those funny feelings
Whatever keeps you up at night
Goddamn these yellow eyes, I
Wish I was colorblind, why
Whatever, sure, I'll be alright
Switchback, it bears repeating
Louder for those funny feelings
Whatever keeps you up at night
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6. |
Ain't That The Lie
03:24
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I'm not really bored, I'm just waiting
Got a little tired of complaining
If it helps you feel alright I'll find my own way out
It's not really gone, it's just fading
I tried making sense of the yelling
But if someone knows, they're not telling
"I won't warn you from a fate I think you're destined for"
You're a little bit underwhelming
I stole the river's edge
I kicked it in to flood the beds
And now my shoes are full
And tired of the shit I pull
I've been keeping up, but I'm tired
Stay feeling low and uninspired
I let my hand ride out the window and I keep it there
And let the wind come up and take it higher
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7. |
One Of The 99%
02:47
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Try someone other than yourself for once
Try looking up
They made giving up so easy
Fuck you, don't believe me
If love isn't strong enough then
You might be better off in
The last aisle of the supermarket
Sniffing all the powder off the dirty carpet
Born dead
I was joking, hoping
Hollywood would fix my broken head
So special
He never lived to
Be one of the 99 percent
It's all smoke and mirrors anyway
So look away
How cute to still be hoping
See if the back door's open
If I had an open mind I'd
Stay with it half the time and
Sell the weekends to the moderates cause
We all sleep much better knowing someone hates us
Born dead
I was joking, hoping
Hollywood would fix my broken head
So special
He never lived to
Be one of the 99 percent
Born dead
I was joking, hoping
Hollywood would free my broken head
So special
He never lived to
Be one of the 99 percent
Try someone other than yourself for once
Try looking up
They made giving up so easy
You could lose yourself completely
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8. |
Getting Well
02:47
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I've been dying to see her again
I'm a kite and the lightning is blowing
I take my hands off the wheel and push the pedal to the floor
Maybe I won't even get where I'm going
I'm a hollow kaleidoscope shell
She's a box of cut, colored glass
But her edges are sharp and her colors too bright
How could we ever think this was a match?
Getting well was always such a hassle
I thought I was sick
Turns out I'm just an asshole
Silver paint leaking under my nails
Stripping wires in the tin man's hat
I'd do anything for her for sure, just like I said before
Granted she just doesn't ask
Getting well was always such a hassle
I thought I was sick
Turns out I'm just an asshole
Getting well was always such a hassle
I thought I was sick
Turns out I'm just an asshole
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9. |
A Vandelay Holiday
03:14
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Look at me
I'm on the high ground
Sweat cold enough to break my brow
That's not to lessen
Your confession
I'm a liar and a blessing
Just keep one eye on the other sound
Lift me up
We're on the right side
Quit calling, I'm not giving up
Stop and go on
To the salons
Split the pay out
Keep your clothes on
I'm a liquor store deep in the rough
Melody's shameless
Vitamin D
Just keep me ageless
I'm so famous I could be
Call the troops
We're in the textbooks
Suffering but paper thin
I'm so honored
To be bothered
Glue the mic on
Make it awkward
I'm just getting started losing friends
Melody's shameless
Vitamin D
Just keep me ageless
I'm so famous I could be
Melody's shameless
Vitamin D
Just keep me ageless
I'm so famous I could be
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I heard you calling at a quarter to four
Like there was something in the air but the breeze
A sycophantic sideways knock on the door
A preening student with the instinct to please
Been busy buying up the lots on the block
And finding time to keep the hammerhead wet
So rich in beauty that there's nowhere to stop
So full of life that you could almost forget
It comes and goes and everybody knows
What you came here for
It comes and goes and everybody knows
Don't say you know me through your surrogate son
Don't say goodbye before the hour is up
Can't take communion with the beautiful ones
Can't change your shirt without it being abrupt
There's nothing honest 'bout the lies you can hold
There's not a truth that everybody believes
Been huffing paint fumes since the third world war
Been hoarding water in the tracks of my skis
It comes and goes and everybody knows
What you came here for
It comes and goes and everybody knows
It comes and goes and everybody knows
What you came here for
It comes and goes and everybody knows
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11. |
Anything At All
02:32
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Another day, another civil war
I wanna die in a grocery store
Fluorescent sacrament in blue
I'm 2 for 1 with a discount code
A very special episode
Please let me in your living room
Whatever happened to the feeling
Of feeling anything at all
This apathy ain't too appealing
It comes and goes and I suppose
It's better than the ones that came before
Strip me down to my elements
I'm getting high off the evidence
Come home and sweep me off the floor
2 star, stubborn optimist
Accidental free lobotomist
Be honest, you don't love me anymore
Whatever happened to the feeling
Of feeling anything at all
This apathy ain't too appealing
It comes and goes and I suppose
It's better than the ones that came before
Whatever happened to the feeling
Of feeling anything at all
This apathy ain't too appealing
It comes and goes in ebbs and flows
It's setting in my nicest clothes
And even if the stitching shows
It's better than the ones that came before
Whatever happened to the feeling
Of feeling anything at all
This apathy ain't too appealing
It comes and goes and I suppose
It's better than the ones that came before
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How strange to be on this side
Painted black and white
In the morning
A sight for these tired eyes
Did I blink once or twice?
That's not important
Well it seems to me that all you need is therapy
A little space to work things out
Another person could do you some good and at least it would
Give you distance from my mouth
Cause maybe I'm not the best example
Fucked up and off the handle
I'm not coming down
So save me
Get my ass uninvited
Goddamn I'm so delighted
I'm not coming down
What could you do to me?
I mean honestly
We've already been there
Blazed in the afternoon
Hoping dinner's soon
And going nowhere
Well it seems to me that all you need is chemistry
A little time outside yourself
Another person can hold your hand and understand
That you should run quickly from my help
Cause maybe I'm not the best example
Fucked up and off the handle
I'm not coming down
So save me
Get my ass uninvited
Goddamn I'm so delighted
I'm not coming down
Well it seems to me that all you need is clarity
A little truth to set you free
Another reason to improve your mood and set the screws
And rid yourself of me
Maybe I'm not the best example
Fucked up and off the handle
I'm not coming down
So save me
Get my ass uninvited
Goddamn I'm so delighted
I'm not coming down
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