1. |
Hope You've Given Up
03:07
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You caught it anyway, despite your attempts
At being better than anyone at building a fence
Now your xenomegaphonia has tied you up
And all the air inside the room has given up
And gone back up to the stars
Now you’re the disease that you sought to serve
Everyone is running from you and your boomerang curve
Sitting on a lawn chair, dreaming of god
All the air inside your heart has given up
And gone back up to the stars
Hope you’ve given up
Have you given up?
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2. |
Bow (Hold It Like This)
03:00
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Flash of a smile
Sitting still for a while
or turning soil
after a first rain
Smoke in the air
The smell of his hair
breathing shallow
to hold in pain
Hold it like - hold it like this
Tie the bow while I hold it like this
The present is always a gift
it comes, it goes, like the caws of a crow
Blue of the sky
The sound of her cry
Counting the stars
A swing and a sway
Hold it like - hold it like this
Tie the bow while I hold it like this
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3. |
Something Stronger
02:57
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Up and away alone
Zeppelin with hydrogen bones
Lightning bothers the sky
Clench your teeth
While everybody’s learning to fly
Every day gets longer
We need to take something stronger
Between you and I
It’s quite a venture
A thirst to break
A quiet quencher
Can’t remember much before
Longest hallway, darkened doors
Somebody whispered your name
Clench your teeth
You get three tries in the game
Every day gets longer
We need to drink something stronger
Between you and I
It’s quite a venture
A thirst to break
Loudest quencher
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4. |
Do You Come Back?
03:56
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If your spine grows back
And it feels wrong
Take a look down stairs
For an old song
The one you sang out loud
In your first used car
On your way back home
After a new kiss
Do you come back
After you’re gone
If the book’s been read
Or it’s too long
Rip off the cover
Because it feels good
If your spine grows back
But it still feels broke
And dawn doesn’t break
And rain doesn’t soak
Your shirt is inside out
There’s nothing here to see
We move along, along
Everything is free
Do you come back
After you’re gone
Will you hair be red
Or wake up wrong
Rip off your covers
Because it feels good
Do you come back
After you’re gone
If the book’s been read
Or it’s too long
Rip off the cover
Because it feels good
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5. |
Photo Booth
02:18
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Did the photo booth eat your money?
icing on the cake of a hard day, honey?
You had to swallow your pill with ice cream
I heard you say that your car won’t start
Is that the part where I wonder how you got here?
Get some gas, put your ass in gear
The fog is rolling in and rolling out
Set the sun on fire another day
The fog is rolling in and rolling out
Got a shrug from the fortune teller?
I know it’s the coldest way to sell you but it’s
Fifty cents to buy your greatest fear
The fog is rolling in and rolling out
Set the sun on fire another day
The fog is rolling in and rolling out
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6. |
Coffee
03:24
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What if I reached out
To get my hand slapped once again
For all the years that I put in
Down payment on a friend
But that friendship never sailed
Or it only sailed one-way
That’s always been a problem
I don’t know who to pay
Wake up, wake up
Someone’s making coffee
I wonder what you think
Because thinking is your thing
But you’re not big on solving problems
And you’re too afraid to sing
What if I reached out
And got that hand slapped once again?
You know I’ll probably do it
It’s a script that never ends
Wake up, wake up
Someone’s making coffee
You wouldn’t take another day
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Going to take a green ride, a ride rode in silence
Stacey on the passenger side, wine in the cupholder
I should explain
Been a crazy long time since we drove up to Boulder
Bag of rocks at your side to skim the edge of the water
Nearest the brain
Playing all those oldies in the mezzanine of your mind
No one there remembers
the summer you went blind
You can swim to the island, or throw a stone from here
So close you can see it, or put an eye out on it
Blind in the rain
Playing all those oldies in the mezzanine of your mind
No one there remembers
the summer you went blind
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8. |
Diamond
03:31
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Be like a diamond
When life gets diamond hard
No one can stop your bit
From drilling right through it
On and on you push and ply
Press your thumb into the sky
Now, you’re all wind
Look at your feet
All wind
You hear the phone ring
And let your hair fall down
Lands in a shadow
You don’t really need it
On and on the brightest light
The longest string, the highest kite
Now, you’re all wind
Look at your feet
All wind
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9. |
(Also, Not A) Pirate
03:55
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Too many people in this room
Standing still and stiff as brooms
I never said I’d be compliant
Not a soldier or a tyrant
Also, not a pirate
The pilgrims back in Massachusetts
Sipping cran-a-berry juices
Had to fortify their sermons
Hard to steal but you could try it
If you were a pirate
Population exponential
Grown to maximal potential
I never said I was a pilot
I have a plane but I can’t fly it
Also, not a pirate
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10. |
This Town
03:01
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I've never loved this town, so hard
As when it was tumblin' down
All over town
So hard all around me
I'm told it's a natural response
To losing your history
I'm just losing
Losing history
All my markers are gone now, and I've lost my history
I wish I'd left some bread crumbs behind
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Scotty Houston Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
“In the dark times. Will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing. About the dark times.”
- Bertolt Brecht
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