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Central Casting
02:37
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Evolution's dead
Long live the dumbest of us all
Drown their python days with cigarettes
And flag pins on the wall
I swore off justice for the gavel
Now I'm feeling pretty tall
Overall
Seventeen with clip-on hair
And daddy's Cadillac
Fill the SS Queen with Dramamine
A logo on the back
I turned my MFA to scrap
For my suburban almanac
In cul de sacs
You and I and him and her
Might be the only ones who
See the evening meet the earth
And know where the spotlight goes to
Colored eyes in the white
Don't have a chance for lasting
Hollowed out to be polite
And sent from central casting
Holograms of farewell tours
From heroes' better days
When dime bags cost a dime
And all the roads had fewer lanes
I'm not an agent of the new world
But a cynic all the same
What's in a name?
You and I and him and her
Might be the only ones who
See the evening meet the earth
And know where the spotlight goes to
Colored eyes in the white
Don't have a chance for lasting
Hollowed out to be polite
And sent from central casting
I've got my scarlet pen and don't it feel so right?
Between my fingers and the page
It's been etching patterns in my mirror that say
"Just who the fuck are you anyway?"
You and I and him and her
Might be the only ones who
See the evening meet the earth
And know where the spotlight goes to
Colored eyes in the white
Don't have a chance for lasting
Hollowed out to be polite
And sent from central casting
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2. |
Fake Dangerous
02:14
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What's the use believing
What we 'ready know is true?
I'm stubborn as a monkey
And I'm clever as a mule
Oh I steal what I've been given
And I always leave the take
So any step I take surrounding me
Is always a mistake
He says “don't do nothing you'll regret”
And she says “don't do nothing"
And they argue for millennia
Believing they did something
I demand pure sacrifice
No worn imperfect bride
So any soil where I plant my flag
Is always the wrong side
Oh, what's wrong with us?
Fake dangerous
A bird inside a cage
A bird in a cage
Must've always been a metaphor
Always a cliche
Oh we're solving all our problems
Til we're left alone and bored
Now there's only hollow animals
And never a reward
Oh, what's wrong with us?
Fake dangerous
Seven letters for an 80-digit girl
Show her a picture when she wants to see the world
Build a roof above the floor
And then get mad when all your seedlings fail to sprout
Save your top speed for your worst knees
Stop the clock and watch your pennies all fall out
Oh, what's wrong with us?
Fake dangerous
Oh, what's wrong with us?
Fake dangerous
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3. |
Rotary Eyes
02:57
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Radio skies
You knew this wasn't gonna be your year
First in the line, forgotten
And lauded like a pioneer
You're in no condition
Gentle disposition
Hate to sound so insincere
Radio skies
You knew this wasn't gonna be your year
Monorail feet
I can't stop treading on the beaten path
Record to beat, who cares
If nothing comes from looking back
Dancing cause you wanna
Better marijuana
Hard to make the feelings last
Monorail feet
I can't stop treading on the beaten path
Tell me when
Did the hippies kick the weed and start the alcohol?
Forgive us all
Buying pills
From an honors kid with a face tattoo in his parents' room
Rotary eyes
It's dark and tragic on the other side
Generalize to no one
And leave the crowd unsatisfied
Silent for a minute
Everyone's a critic
And everybody's verified
Rotary eyes
It's dark and tragic on the other side
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4. |
Trinity
02:23
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Trinity you're killing me
I don't know what's got into me
I'm unfulfilled and unhappy
Without you keeping score
My teeth are bent from drugs and sex
My nose is broke, my eyes are wet
I swear each fucking chance I get
I beg for something more
And all my little broken hands
Have got a lot they want to talk about
Hungry, help me understand
Why you hide behind a bank account
Your steady hands aren't fooling me
Trinity what's sending me
To hell for all eternity?
A centerpiece, an earned release
For living in the lines?
Your warm estate behind the gates
With my screams in your fireplace
Cause you're the love and I'm the hate
And death would be too kind
And all my little broken hands
Have got a lot they want to talk about
Hungry, help me understand
Why you hide behind a bank account
Your steady hands aren't fooling anyone
I'm safe, insured
And fucking bored
I'm making halos in the ceiling
So well behaved
I scrimped and saved
To find the whole time I was dreaming
Been counting time in "yours" and "mine"
And seeing peace as an illusion
You wrap your name in flags and flames
So please forgive me for confusion
And all our little broken hands
Have got a lot they want to talk about
We're hungry, help us understand
Why you hide behind a bank account
Your steady hands aren't fooling anyone
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5. |
Born On Third
02:07
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I don't wanna be there when you wake up
I don't wanna be there when you know
I just wanna get out, get out
Before you get your head out, head out
Oh no
I know when to stay and when to go
I don't wanna mend your broken axis
I don't wanna hold onto the past
Looking good on paper, paper
Another penny saver, saver
Good god
How long do you think that this can last?
Spitting off of silver towers
Showering us with frozen nickels
There's nothing worse than skipping first
Born on third, you think you hit a triple
I don't wanna name your indiscretions
I don't wanna stand above the herd
Giving you excuses, 'scuses
For why you never knew this, knew this
Oh please
Giving you the peace you don't deserve
I was on a roll
But I've got no control
If it pleases your highness
Spitting off of silver towers
Showering us with frozen nickels
There's nothing worse than skipping first
Born on third, you think you hit a triple
You think you hit a triple
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6. |
Somewhere, Louisville
04:24
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Am I so unoriginal?
Maybe I'll write a script
Call it "the comeback kid"
And get a license plate made after it
Am I so unintentional?
Maybe I'll buy a boat
Carve my initials in the bark
And jump in the undertow
Oh no
I've been trying to leave
It's not happening
Well I did all my introspection on a five year bender
When I had time to kill
Now I've got all the self reflection of a blind defender
In somewhere, Louisville
I've got everything figured out
So I'm pretty miserable all the time
Oh
I've been trying to leave
It's not happening
Well I did all my introspection on a five year bender
When I had time to kill
Now I've got all the self reflection of a blind defender
In somewhere, Louisville
The best thing that I've got going for me
Is no one expects anything
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Charlie Foxtrot Cincinnati, Ohio
Bedroom recordings for basement people
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