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Whale Watching
03:12
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I was walking down the street one day, the street it spun round like a record player.
And all my thoughts came back to me, like an overcrowded house party, with everyone a little too close together.
We couldn't find a way to fight the breeze, so instead we simply spread our wings and lifted.
And we became unstuck in time, like two voyeuristic angels in the beginning.
I've been watching here for hours, I still can't make out a single shape.
And everyone is pointing fingers out to sea, if they're so sure then why can't anyone explain it right to me?
I'm in training as a house guest, on the door step of a mansion, with roomfuls of distinguished ladies and gentlemen dancing.
We were arrogant as early birds, just spittin' out the worms, and choking on the words our parents gave us.
And I'd like to tell you it gets better right quick, but the aesthetic of time's more like a hula-hoop than a yard stick.
I've been watching here for hours, I still can't make out a single shape.
And everyone is pointing fingers out to sea, if they're so sure then why can't anyone explain it right to me?
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2. |
Trick of the Light
06:57
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Overcast and underpaid, I pulled into the station
A valet came to tip the scales, to help me find the way
Held out his hand to take my keys, he was flown down straight from admin.
I sing my whistle-blower's ballad as I supplicate the night away.
I stumbled out in front of a jury of my peers.
That stony, straight-faced light brigade, stacked up in rows and tiers.
I pled my case for innocence, but all upon deaf ears.
No acquittal for a whistle-blower, this is the story of my years.
I woke up the next morning with a tool bench for a bed.
I was trapped inside a kitchen filled with loaves of wonder bread.
I cried out for a guide book. A voice above me said
that a whistle-blower needs no friends nor allies.
It was the voice of reason trapped within a man with flawless teeth.
Who lectured on the overlap of glory and of grief.
So I quickly grabbed an American flag and wrapped it in a wreath,
and hung it on my front door to greet the season.
While guardedly stargazing, the sky began to fall.
Flowers blooming bloody on the south horizon wall.
That violent amendment to my senses both inspired and terrified.
I've got the red blood blues.
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3. |
Piece of Me
02:57
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I saw her coming out from under the ocean like I was over you.
I told myself, my god, I think I have written my last one to you.
And my friend told me to hold on, hold on, you're just spinning circles.
So as you grow, as you go to the place you'll make your home
take a piece of me to call your own. Just take one piece of me to call your own.
On most occasions, dispositions, I am built and sewn from stitches.
Help me, doctor, I can't manage. I don't know, no, I don't know, I don't know how to read a trucker's atlas.
But my friend told me to hold on, hold on, you're just spinning circles.
So as you grow, as you go to the place you'll make your home
take a piece of me to call your own. Take one piece of me to call your own.
Just take one piece of me, and make your home.
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4. |
1942 (July)
04:55
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Two roads lead out past the horizon.
A million more twist and turn behind me.
I know there is no sense in trying to decipher my past lives.
We all know there is no sense in dying.
So you better better live forever, or least til we slow down.
As catatonic envy paralyzes me from the neck down.
So don't pack too heavy, bury your valuables in the ground.
Meet me in the morning, 'cause oh my friend, this train is coming around.
Ticket stubs, identical agendas.
We're switching tracks like changing minds, like a child deprived of light.
Catch yourself before the war's upon you.
The avenues are paved with gold, but the streets are lined with sheep.
So don't pack too heavy, bury your valuables in the ground.
And meet me in the morning, 'cause oh my friend this train is coming around.
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5. |
Lullaby
03:32
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I'll erase a hole beneath your feet, so you fall through to yesterday.
I'm counting back numbers to sleep.
I'm dreaming in circles, but you corner me sweetly.
I'll keep my head down tonight.
Would you like a nightcap to forget the taste of this waking world,
the strain of the chase?
Thinking sleeping dreaming all to the time of our hearts.
Secrets in this life, this world never stops.
I play these pianos, like diamonds or spades,
the windows obsessed with their panes.
But you cast off the angels, from the head of the pin.
Who let this light back in?
Would you like a little nightcap to forget the taste of this waking world,
the strain of the chase?
Thinking sleeping dreaming all to the time of our hearts.
Secrets in this life, secrets in that life, secrets in your life.
This world never stops.
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6. |
Stepping Stone
03:49
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7. |
Kick Thump
03:42
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The first time I looked in your eyes, the whole world seemed weird 'cause you weren't mine, blue eyes.
You took the only heart that I ever had and you played it, on repeat. I want you bad.
You best not believe when I say I've changed, 'cause I'd still come running if you ever called my name.
I don't know your name, but I still want to be your friend, lady.
I leave my blinker on, but you still always read my signals wrong, lady.
So I'll stand here with my janky songs, my head full grammatical errors and my stories wrong.
Fact, check, fact, check, a calculator can't help me here.
East, west, east, west, baby show me your cardinal direction.
Fact, check, fact, check, a calculator can't help me here
To the east, west, east, west, baby show me your cardinal direction
I'll fall back to my lonely room, but all I really want to do is make you breakfast.
You close your eyes and throw your darts.
You're putting Cupid out of a job.
You close your eyes and throw your darts.
And where they fall something inevitably starts.
Fact, check, fact, check, a calculator can't help me here.
East, west, east, west, baby show me your cardinal direction.
Fact, check, fact, check, a calculator can't help me here
To the east, west, east, west, baby show me your cardinal direction
I'll fall back to my lonely room, but all I really want to do is make you breakfast.
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8. |
Ghost Towns
04:39
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Does it remind you of a simple time, of a better place?
As if I need reminding of all the scars that I put in place.
Does it remind you of something that you used to know?
Live your life as a lineman, just aching for somewhere to go.
Chase your wage. Pray it all falls into place.
Make your way. But I swear, I'll never be this again.
In California she is driving through ghost towns.
Caught in the sweet sound while it all comes crashing down,
wondering who were supposed to be.
Does it remind you of a simple time, of a better place?
As if I need reminding of all the scars that I put in place.
Does it remind you of something that you used to know?
Live your life as a lineman, just aching for somewhere to go.
Chase your wage. Pray it all falls into place.
Make your way. But I swear, I'll never be this again.
In California she is driving through ghost towns.
Caught in the sweet sound while it all comes crashing down,
wondering who were supposed to be.
And what are these alibis I deliver?
What are these words caught in my throat, like a dammed river?
We all live in the good old days. Sometimes it's hard to remember.
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9. |
Affluenza
03:23
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The rains came through one day.
They rolled right in one ear and out the other again.
Somehow these days always seem to play on repeat.
I don't talk trouble, don't go looking for fights.
I never had a brother, never gonna take a wife.
Talk to me in ten years babe, will you still be my self-made muse?
Hey hey, what do you say?
We live under the sun, damn, we gotta get paid.
Hey ho, what do you know, it's a long, cold walk through this world of snow.
You get three more questions kid, you've really done it now.
Your pretty face just lost in this fluorescence shining down.
We're all in love with the idea, rather than the proper noun.
Hey hey, what do you say?
We live under the sun, damn, we gotta get paid.
Hey ho, what do you know, it's a long, cold walk through this world of snow.
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10. |
Hey Hey Hey
04:08
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Set the bottle on the shelf.
I can't hear myself think any longer.
Hey hey hey, can I make it up to you?
No, no, I'm coming down too strong.
Hang my old shoes by the door.
It's been a while since I've seen these faces smiling.
Hey hey hey, can I make it up to you?
No, no, I'm coming down too strong.
No, no, I'm coming down too strong.
Rain is coming through the roof.
It's falling all through the cracks in my windows.
Hey hey hey, can I make it up to you?
No, no, I'm staying dry this time.
No, no, I'm staying dry this time.
There's a song inside my head.
There's a shadow on the both sides of my face now.
Hey hey hey, can I make it up to you?
No, no, I'm never coming home.
No, no, I'm never coming home.
No, no, I'm never coming home.
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