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Yesterday Down
03:17
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Doesn’t mean I need it
Doesn’t mean I want you to know
I can’t breathe discreetly
Follows me wherever I go
Flash flood vacation
Always something that can’t be found
I don’t have the patience
Don’t have the money to hang around
You dance in time from the other side, yesterday down
Uptown turns to downtown
Downtown turns to God-knows-what
You won’t catch me turning
Turning your way so much
Doesn’t mean I want it
Doesn’t mean I need you to know
Give your love to the living
They probably need it most
You dance in time from the other side, yesterday down
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Razor Eyes
01:52
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Now that you’ve been tossed out of the door
Thrown into the pool
Bubble-wrapped and sent to Timbuktu
Razor eyes, it all resumes
Roses in the living room
Relatively it’s all blue
I wanna empty out my head
Maybe empty isn’t quite the word
No feeling in my feet, almost a bird
Razor eyes, it all resumes
Roses in the living room
Relatively it’s all blue
Angel raincoats sail on
Sail on past the fires
Guardians of some unholy liar
Razor eyes, it all resumes
Roses in the living room
Relatively it’s all blue
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Perverse Defiance
02:04
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The borders have been changed
For the broadcast of everything
That can trick you, rot you
Build electric walls around you
You must be free
So cling to me, cling to me
In perverse defiance you cling
Sic the dogs on me
Con the hicks, concede nothing
All around the masks of war
Could slip off all the same
So cling to me, cling to me
In perverse defiance you cling
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Sick by the Seaside
02:37
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It’s just another view
Distractions for the teenage avenue
Still sometimes I get down
Circulating sound surrounds
Would you hang around, would you wait around
For me, when I crash down?
I’ll get out, come down to see you
I’ll get out, come down to see you
Wind is blowing on the rocks
Arm in arm, never stop
I’ll get out, come down to see you
I’ll get out before too long
It’s just a heartache mile
In Birkenstocks and silver smiles
But all the while in an office stall
Doing nothing much at all
I’ll hang around, I’ll wait around for you
Til the waves crash down
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Fuchsia
04:44
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Fuchsia, fuchsia, get a move on
The lights are out today
Fuchsia, fuchsia, get a move on
I hear someone crying
Loose change, slip gun
Lost on the wire
Fuchsia, fuchsia, it’s all around
Oh word, what took you so long?
Oh no, holding up oh, oh
Fuchsia, fuchsia, get a move on
It’s catching on fire
In the harbor, just out of sight
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Something Worse
02:14
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Just for a moment there
I knew exactly where we stood, I didn’t care
Can’t wait for hope, it’s all on you
It’s in your image, what can you do?
But the last and the first
Still wait for something worse
Or just something new
Something to believe in, something to do
When it seems to stop, to fade
Something missing was never put in place
But the last and the first
Still wait for something worse
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Odds
02:58
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I’ll bet you two have quite a story to tell
She has the touch of a poet, and you have the smell
It’s two by two, and one at the end
I don’t really mind, here I am
Those two over there sorting through the air
All smiles, pass miles of debris everywhere
It’s two by two, one at the end
I don’t really mind, here I am
Here come the rest, they’re behaving their best
In every way, they are the same, and I’m not that impressed
I hear you call my name
I hear you call my name
The sun sets aflame
And it feels like rain
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The Routine
04:22
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Hey, I was running just to catch my fate
Everything has been thrown away
Passing through a million coward screams
Waiting for you to get back from your dream
Well, it’s a stone drag
I guess you cannot hang
What are you trying to say?
I think I’ve heard that song
I could be flat-out wrong
Maybe not
There’s something in the air
But it seems like you just don’t care
I saw you watching, you didn’t have my back
And you know, I refuse to accept that fact
At the end of the day
There’s nothing more I can say
There’s nothing more in the way
The way you talk to me
What are you trying to be?
I never know what you mean
At the end of the day
There’s nothing more I can say
There’s nothing more in the way
The way you talk to me
What are you trying to be?
I never know what you mean
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Stories Of Boredom
03:01
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Once he was a flash of lightning in the neighborhood
Violet streams of music in his ears
He spoke in tongues, stories of oblivion
He relished every dream that would appear
There he goes, you’ll never recognize him
The downtown brain presents itself in grey
Another one has left behind his family
Another one has been led away today
For the stories of boredom, stories of apathy
You’ll get nothing, not a thing from me
Stories of boredom, stories of apathy
You’ll get nothing, not a thing from me
Can you see the wasted days in the distance?
Can you see the mountain void you’ve grown in there?
Can you see the cracks in the overcast?
Can you see everything that’s hardly there?
Stories of boredom, stories of apathy
You’ll get nothing, not a thing from me
Stories of boredom, stories of apathy
You’ll get nothing, not a thing from me
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Empty Fields
02:16
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Double bass, city hall, clouds scatter past the wall
In memory, a requiem, I don’t recall the other end
Ran into you again, down where the motors stop
Midnight quiet in a sailor’s knot
And the birds start dancing with tomatoes and flowers
What makes you think so?
One after one they go
Empty fields of snow and steel
Run around ethanol, luxury pinned to the wall
In memory, a requiem, I don’t recall the other end
And the birds start dancing with tomatoes and flowers
What makes you think so?
One after one they go
Empty fields of snow and steel
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