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Thinking Only
05:14
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Time is making me older
My age is slowing me down
Speed is taking me to unknown places
Where I know I'll never be found
I doubt my heroes go to heaven
I doubt that they even care
I imagine heaven only as a place to get lonely
Because there's absolutely nobody there
My family name may die with me, my stomach holds the scar
But it's hard to see my options through the plumes of this cigar
My father's world of curls, my mother's life of glass
I hope I don't fear death one day but I know it's coming fast
Gold, my head is only silver
Old, like murder by surprise
Leave me be, I'm grieving, and I never once believed in
Something beyond view of my eyes
My family name may die with me, my stomach holds the scar
But it's hard to see my options through the plumes of this cigar
My father's world of curls, my mother's life of glass
I hope I don't fear death one day but I know it's coming fast
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2. |
Yellow Pages
02:50
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Well it's a funny thing about the way that I sing
I slur my words and don't say anything
But I have a way of believing what I say
Sigmund Freud would be so proud of me, my past is on display
Oh, but I'm something else, I promise, nothing at all
I can't believe I made it through this past fall
I fell asleep beside Chicago, awoke to flaking ash,
Decided I was hungry, ate my stomach in a fast
Oh, but I found God above my bathroom sink
"I don't believe in myself!" I screamed with a wink
My life's a broken ocean from that ice-age freeze
That time-familiar crime that brings us all to our knees
But I can't sing without you
No, I can't sing without you
And no, this song is not about you
But I can't sing without you
I'm a clean-cut killer, I'm a liver alone
A mediocre poet writing mediocre poems
To be lost up in the attic of my great grandchild
But not before they yellow in the sun for a while
Oh, but I found God above my bathroom sink
"I don't believe in myself!" I screamed with a wink
My life's a broken ocean from that ice-age freeze
That time-familiar crime that brings us all to our knees
But I can't sing without you
No, I can't sing without you
And no, this song is not about you
But I can't sing without you
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3. |
Pick it up and Walk Away
05:23
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Family trees attracting bees and so are to be cut down,
We eat the fruit until we're big enough to walk away
And the statues that the riots use to paint the sorry ground,
They write the words that no remembered man could ever say
But the remembered man's a fascist, leaves the past in smoking ashes
While the future eats at his bones
This open wound is to remind me I'm a pacifist
But my pacifistic lie is just so funny I could die
I wonder what they'd write on the stone
"Had a lot to say a nearly always said it best with a fist"
Back when I was of a lesser race
The men carried women, the women carried keychain mace
And heaven was a dagger in the fountain-pen chest of the damned
And a man would tear his eye out just to see the funny look on his face
Baby blue, I'm not like you, it's not all over for me
You're a little older and I'm just a lighter shade blue
Mom and dad, why am I so sad? I go a college degree
I've been walking around believing I'm the line that no one drew
But how am I to be something that nobody can see
here in the oil-spill cloud of the past?
Hindsight hippies-to-be will come rescue me
But these hippies wearing leather, burning nature, hey whatever
Think that freedom is a kiss of the ass
And I think I'd rather die than have the freedom of a lockless key
Back when I was of a lesser race
The men carried women, the women carried keychain mace
And heaven was a dagger in the fountain-pen chest of the damned
And a man would tear his eye out just to see the funny look on his face
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4. |
Immovable
06:00
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Oh, just let me be angry and before I'm done let me apologize
This unjust equilibrium is just too fucking much for me sometimes
It's simple to be orderly, whose idea was it not to fade away?
Whose thought-provoking suicide has torn the meat from bone our every day?
I'm constantly trying to think of something interesting to say
But I won't speak
Walk the line incredible with mind a spiral in infinity
Believe oh dead post-genocide, the past is all but what we have to be
A broken word reflection ate the iris half-reflected from the face
The agitated clock hands ripping strings out from guitars in busy space
I'm always repeating, I'm always just standing in place
But I won't change
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