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Pressing On
03:10
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The wind blew down everyone around
Stole the soul it could’ve borrowed
Overcast minds, swelled and unkind
Drawn in by magnetic sorrow
Wonder if I dare leave every care
In a mislabeled box of my letters
I dare to be willfully naive
I hope my smile won’t upset her
There’s open ground, and it’s always around
There’s another sound turning us around
Tomorrow is the question, the feeling is now
Something else, pressing on somehow
This is an intervention for your misconceptions
Believing everyone you hear
A serenade for every mistake
It doesn't matter since you’re here
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2. |
Splitting Up The State
03:50
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I guess you’re splitting up the state
Just as motivation to leave
As if it’s not enough to sit anymore
When there’s nothing left to see
Our wall of sound keeps falling down
All recycled for sight gag purposes
At least our songs are catching on
As the latest thing in army surpluses
Yeah, I’ve made mistakes
That I can’t always remember
But it’s nice once in a while
To be warm for December
But we didn’t end up there
So much for trying to live before we fall
You know it could be anywhere
If we apply ourselves once and for all
But for all we listen, somehow we always seem
To turn on the radio exactly at the right time
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A Week Or So
02:10
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Only a week or so to go
Of hearing the people below say
“If you don’t relent, you’re nothing
If you want to be free, you’re bluffing”
Six flights down, a ways uptown
And I’d rather die than look back behind me
An army of water gathers ‘round
Just for me to step right into
As I turn that worn out corner
Take me to the doctor now
Put me under, record my blunders
And sent it out for the world to trip out to
You tune the harp and dye your hair
To match the pattern on your chair
So ends the premium trial
But I’ll buy it all with a smile
Shooting down the street today
Here’s to supervised decay
Only a week or so to go before
Future slips underneath the door
Through your venetian blinds
And a doggy who isn’t mine
How much longer until you wonder
If it all means nothing?
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New Windows
02:20
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Josephine gets bored so easily
She enjoys it genuinely
Train tracks surrounded her recently
She’ll take advantage eventually
She’s got new windows to look through
She’s got new pictures to hold onto
If she wants to
After 5 when the town closes down
Something ‘bout those empty streets
Circulator goes all around
She looks over old receipts
She’s got new windows to look through
She’s got new pictures to hold onto
If she wants to
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5. |
Balthazar at Random
03:24
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[INSTRUMENTAL]
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You, so fresh faced and heartless
Like time only ages those who love
You got off scot-free, so rotten to me
Something for time to pick up on
You, cold and without consequence
Your face, for years untouched by a smile
No laugh lines, no long goodbyes
Something for hate to look up to
Now it’s time to leave for a long, long while
Don’t you change before you get too far
I’d really like to forget you just the way you are
Now it’s time to leave for a long, long while
Don’t you change before you get too far
I’d really love to forget you just the way you are
You, so fresh faced and heartless
Like time only ages those who love
You got off scot-free, so rotten to me
Something for time to pick up on
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Taller
02:54
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It’s been an hour since you’ve checked last
Who’s making sure that you’re alive?
Though you speak as an echo
You aren’t that dubwise in my eyes
So, good for you and your caller
Are your tales getting taller?
You are aluminum siding
You’re a cactus in the rafters
Can you read what you are writing?
What era are you after?
So, good for you and your caller
Are your tales getting taller?
There’s so much you could do
You have the power to explore
There’s so much you could do
What is it that you’re looking for?
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The Room
03:28
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There was nothing in my room when I walked in
White walls, wood floor, two windows flowing wind
Lonely light socket, 3-prong outlet, closet door
Then a light switch and nothing more
Subsequently I began to add
All those good things I liked and I had
The paint job, a little green, a little blue
An amplifier that smells a bit like a barbeque
I hung a picture on the wall, from when I’ve almost forgotten
When we grew our hair long, almost moved to Scotland
All four of these walls go through phases
Just as I do as each day changes
A week ago I bought a dozen potted plants
As my writing leaned to the left in a formerly unknown slant
Painting a mask with every shade of blue I could find
All those things I must have left behind, I don’t mind
As it happened, I began to fill my mind
With some daydreams of architectural designs
As expressions grow light, the thoughts do not decay
Of at least a thousand other rooms I’ve left long away
But this feels like a moving extension of my soul
A degree of a circle, a part of a whole
There’s a big blank canvas up upon my wall
If I don’t know what to do at all
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9. |
Slight Rush
02:19
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[INSTRUMENTAL]
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Poncho
02:41
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Tortilla, I see you in the back of my head
Wanna meet you, wanna eat you, wanna love you to death
I’m oblivious and omnivorous and an optimist to boot
I’m done with all this uptown gear, ties and fancy suits
Baby, leave me alone
I’m poncho shopping, oh
It’s the only way to spend the summer
In the desert with Joe Strummer
And you, remember you?
Oh no poncho, I can see you
In the back of my head like a tortilla
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11. |
Secret Sauce
02:59
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Look at the sky, it’s your favorite shade of grey
You took an ear and I turned to look away
Looking out over the airport, dying to get old
Always smug and terrible, but oh we’re looking good
You’re a secret, you’re my secret sauce
What kind of greedy little creep have I become?
I must be dreaming if I feel anything at all
I must be going in a minute and a huff
Call off the advertisements please, I’ve had enough
You’re a secret, you’re my secret sauce
Another moment left for another rotten mess
Another dumb excuse for never wanting less
I’ll leave for anywhere as long as it’s away
Remember all the things between us when I say
You’re a secret, you’re my secret sauce
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[INSTRUMENTAL]
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13. |
Circles of Junk
06:14
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[INSTRUMENTAL]
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