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Tang
01:49
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Oh no
Its gonna get worse
Gonna get worse
The dam’s gonna burst
The dam’s gonna burst
So I clip the wire
Wrapped around the brace
When there’s nothing here
Will it still be someplace?
Gotta change my number
I gotta change my face
I Gotta change my locks
I gotta change my taste
I’ve got a disease
I’ll get no sleep
I’ll get no peace
Why did I have to go and remind me?
I will lay my head down
So it be
I gotta take a shower
Gotta fix my brakes
I gotta change my password
Then drive into a lake
I’ve got a disease
Just leave me be, just let me dream
Oh no
Its gonna get worse
Gonna get worse
The dam’s gonna burst
The dam’s gonna burst
So I clip the wire
Wrapped around the brace
When there’s nothing here
Will it still be someplace?
I’ve got no job
I’ve got no peace
I’ve got no life
Got no energy
I’ve got a disease
I’ve got a disease
I’ve got a disease
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2. |
Dollar Juke
02:21
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Sun-caked over innocent eyes
Innocent days and the little white lies add up
But they’re holding up
Stereo blast and the feedback noise
Dreamers on the cusp of
Makin’ grown up choices
Doomed to the scene
Doomed to repeat
I can feel my body crumble
Slip through the seams
I know that my fate is to be
Doomed to the scene
A dream that repeats
Take a long drag on the longest day
Clusterfuck nights and the dollar juke plays
Come on, I said come on
Do you remember how you stood?
Slack-jawed, understood
While I learned nothing
Yeah I learned nothing
Doomed to the scene
Doomed to repeat
I can feel my body crumble
Slip through the seams
I know that my fate is to be
Doomed to the scene
A dream that repeats
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3. |
Mystic
02:59
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The devil plays my idle hand and my
Mirror image is sinking in to quicksand
I’m sinkin’ in
You think ya might lend a hand
Some things they could’ve been better planned
For me to
Pull off a reading of the palm of your hand
I’m cavin’ in
Do ya feel me?
My cave is cavin’ in on me
Crawled up on the rocks
Someone grant me wisdom
Some insight intuition
Some mystic intervention
Homecoming celebration
Sat transfixed by fiction
That black cat superstition
I wish I was a mystic
With some intuition
Now I move slow, slow, slowly to the point
If I could see myself
I would hurt myself
I’m crawled up on the rocks
Open book that I can’t read
Tonal blaring on repeat oh well, ah hell, what else?
When its time to drift away
I’ll cut my losses and my pay to nil
Ya feel me now?
I’m feelin’ ill
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4. |
CT
02:08
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I remember
Halcyon days
And greener pastures
Have started to fade
It comes in waves while
I’m dragging my body bag
Save me
I know not what I do - to you
In Connecticut
I met my self and I wasn’t cool
It comes in waves while I’m dragging my body bag
I might’ve missed the signal
Maybe I coasted through
I’ve been here before
I know what I need to do
It’s a total brain drain
It’s a Vulcan mind meld -
I can’t drive tonight
So I ride the conveyor belt
It always comes down to the end my friend
It always comes down to the end
No need for us to pretend this time
No reason left to pretend
This will not happen again
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5. |
86'd
02:37
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I’ve been 86’d
I’m down to the wire
I’m out here maiming myself
I’ve got no desire to offend
But this dang itch
Crawling up my back
And now I’m breathless
I need a moment of presence
Man, I feel like a jerk
Serve me real quick
I can take a lot more
But I’ve been 86’d
Cut the cord
You don’t live there no more
Take a break
Take a drag
Death comes slowly
Or right on track
Yeah
I’ve been 86’d
I dare you to play me
I dare you to blame me
Just for a bit
It’s boundless joy when I get my fix
Is that validation?
Well some call it slag
All I know is that I’m half in the bag
Just roll me over
Cut the cord
You don’t live there no more
Take a break
Take a drag
Death comes slowly
Or right on track
Yeah
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6. |
Masochists
02:24
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Have you ever looked someone straight in the eye
And they look farther out than you’ve ever gone
That sort of distance you’ve come to admire
Dismissive and left you tongue tied and broke
Someone with charisma that doesn’t even try
Doesn’t even know they’ve left you alone
I want to fall on the sword
I want to lose control
I turn my head and I plunge the hilt in
To the bone - I can dig it
All the masochists rejoice
You’ve finally found your golden voice
Debased with no chaser
Your choice
When there’s someone with charisma
That doesn’t even try
Doesn’t even know they’ve left you alone
Stuck to the ground, something’s in the air
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7. |
Dumb Shit
02:04
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I’m here
To bleed that’s why I’m here
To get saved and to see
What’s here I can believe in
And also to get paid
Turnin’ on a company dime
Never felt so unlive
I’ll rejoice when I die
I say and crack a smile
Whole life is minimum wage
Dumb shit on a dumb day
On the fence of no restraint
Hop into a desolate place
My whole life is minimum wage
Dumb shit on a dumb day
Some things they don’t change
Thumb to my chin - cut rate
Remember that it’s never too late
To slap me in the face
To make a big mistake
Fallin’ into last place
Whole life is minimum wage
Dumb shit on a dumb day
They’re reporting a brand new case
And another baggie has been replaced
Your whole life is maximum pay
Sunshine blind on the dock of the bay
Silver spoon laced with the taste of
A hundred cheap thrills
On a hundred lazy days
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8. |
Gilded Ends
01:38
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I let my hair down
I try to climb out
I come sliding into home
I don’t even know how to talk about it
Twas in the beginning
Back in the same place that I was before
I’m all diverting eyes
Twas in the ending
That I found myself looking for something just a little more
Two hundred and seventy one miles away
From the place I laid my head at night
Their decision, not mine
And also, those dishes aren’t mine
Tear down the growth
Old spaces with brand new meanings
Shivering in the rust belt
As I slip into the scenery
Here I come slinking around the bend
I can almost remember when
What I thought I was doing was for gilded ends
Gilded ends
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9. |
Sleeping Dogs
03:03
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Runnin’ down the dream
Somewhere outside of New Orleans
They say let sleeping dogs lie
But this dog is very much alive
You reap what you sow
Pure touch sure came close
Glitter and gold
Prophetic, spiritual odes
Spirit split
Take-off
release
If I’m not sleeping
Then I can be
anything
I saw the light
I can’t do
what they want me to
My head don’t work
Shirking in the dirt
Little worm
With no luck
Too turned up
To give up
Spirit split
Take-off
release
If I’m not sleeping
Then I can be anything
I saw the light
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