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"iridium"
02:38
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"ennui", that's ten points
"iridium", well that's thirteen
the bell starts to ring
it's not two, it is already three
you know, jack chambers
was born with nine fingers
"that doesn't sound true," you say
without looking up
it does sound true I think
I think it sounds true
you better watch yourself
as the sumacs turn
you better watch yourself
it's a flurry of work
you're incadescent
with bare feet
you've been thinking
'bout what I said
it sounds true I think
I think it sounds true
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shut up
02:27
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yeah right I've heard it before you said, "it's not like you meant me any harm"
and as long as we're being real do you think that our words matter at all
pissing into a sea of thoughts hope to fill up some lungs
slysense and pillowtalk heralds of an idiot god
but I guess that's what freedom means spout your bullshit and your lies
peddle faiths and share your beliefs vital worldviews of the blind
some days I'll drown it out some days I cling to life
staring into your eyes try and find the knots that I can't tie
after all death sounds boring
fields for the old and depressed
and lord knows I don't wanna be
stuck discussing the economy
so can we just shut up
be quiet for awhile
watch eachother breathe
shut up shut up
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3. |
so hard done by
02:10
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interesting and sophisticated
refusing to be celebrated
it's a monumental big screen kiss
it's so deep it's meaningless
one day you'll just up and quit
and that'll be it
just then the stripper stopped in a coughing fit
she said, "sorry, I can't go on with this"
yeah, that's awful close but that's not why
I'm so hard done by
it was true cinema-a-clef
you should see it before there's nothing left
in an epic too small to be tragic
you'll have to wait a minute cause it's an instamatic
yeah, that's awful close but that's not why
I'm so hard done by
just then the room became more dimly lit
as the mc carried on with it
and now that I've got you all strangely compelled
I'm afraid that candy's not feeling well
yeah that's awful close but that's not why
I'm so hard done by
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4. |
barbarians
02:29
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officer, please dig me up
that's not my leg, that's not my scar
officer, there's been some mistake
that's not my leg
what would theodore think?
pacing his cage
spent the day picking apples
does she think that's okay?
that's okay
I can't condone
but he's right, you know
they won't televise it
I've tried, I've asked
not that anyone pays me much
attention, anymore
savages, they called them
savages in the sand
we've relayed our regret
for unintentional loss
officer, please dig me up
please dig me up
that's not my leg, that's not my cause
please dig me up
please dig me up
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5. |
a mid-march morning
03:00
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father please don't be a stranger to me
you've known me since i was a little unwashed heathen
you know i never thought that i'd be a thief
but have you seen the sun falling through those leaves?
i never thought of sin i never thought of hell
i thought that god wouldn't mind sharing his apples
i come here every sunday
or at least i used to
that was before i knew
the lure of gasoline but
please know how much i miss you
please know how much i miss you
please know how much i miss you
please know how much i miss you
i know that john never swam the rems
he never saw the way that she moves
he'll never know my sense of speed
and i'll never be lost, lost in greece
but i think i know
exactly how he felt
i know what it's like
to be beloved
and you know when i'm gone I'll miss these black woods
and when I'm shoveling through six feet of snow
i'll think of your church wavering in the summer
before the bombs dropped when i was a son of thunder
please know how much i miss you
please know how much i miss you
please know how much i miss you
please know how much i miss you
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as the sumacs turn
01:40
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7. |
mary jane's last dance
03:10
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she grew up in an indiana town
had a good-lookin' mama who never was around
but she grew up tall and she grew up right
with them Indiana boys on them Indiana nights
well, she moved down here at the age of eighteen
she blew the boys away, was more than they'd seen
I was introduced and we both started groovin'
I said, "I dig you baby, but I got to keep movin' on"
keep movin' on
last dance with Mary Jane
one more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in
and I'm tired of this town again
well, I don't know, but I've been told
you never slow down, you never grow old
I'm tired of screwin' up, tired of going down
tired of myself, tired of this town
oh, my my, oh, hell yes
honey, put on that party dress
buy me a drink, sing me a song
take me as I come 'cause I can't stay long
last dance with Mary Jane
one more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in
and I'm tired of this town again
there's pigeons down on Market Square
she's standin' in her underwear
lookin' down from a hotel room
the nightfall will be comin' soon
oh, my my, oh, hell yes
you got to put on that party dress
it was too cold to cry when I woke up alone
I hit my last number and walked to the road
last dance with Mary Jane
one more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in
and I'm tired of this town again
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8. |
mother of wands
01:50
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peach schnapps and no coat
mother of wands now that's, that's your hope
it's not much but I can gurantee
that the griffon is incident free
you said one day I'll realize,
much like a cloud you know, and the sun,
you also said, "will you please send me,
my twelve dollars back"
dream of the friends you left behind
dream of a life being lived blind
what don't you fucking understand?
you gotta dream, dream like a bird
"please send me my twelve dollars back"
"please send me my twelve dollars back"
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