1. |
Patron
04:17
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I couldn’t tell you from a bar of soap
But you looked like something that had died
And been warmed up
Parts of you are good enough to use
Maybe they should part you out like an old machine
Why don’t we share a meal
Instead of sharing needles
I know a little place
That we will never get to
Unless you raise them high
Your little white
Your little white flags
Suburban self-demolisher’s suicide pact
She can’t get close to death unless she catches it in the act
When I was lying on my side in the hospital
And the walls were closing in
The furthest from my mind was the thrill
Your kindness is as unlimited as your self hatred
If I thought it’d make a difference I’d become
A patron of your heart
But your coffers must be filled with your disciples
I’m not the only beast of burden
Eager for you weight
So raise them high
Your little red
Your little red hands
If you were a snake you would have bit me
Cause you were right there
I was dazzled by the sent of your hair
What can be conveyed in a moments stare
That can cause me such nightmare
If I could see you anywhere but dreams
I would shake you of your legacy
Of bright stars that fell before their time
So raise
Raise them high
Your little white
Your little white flags
White flags
Red hands
Red hands
Raise them high
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2. |
Got It Wrong
03:44
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Ain't no white noise machine
Can clear your worried mind
No Panacea will you find
Pseudo-mystic crystals
Won't rid you of the pain
No cosmic misalignment is to blame
Got it wrong
Got it wrong
Oh how I hope I got it wrong
"Our soul remains," you say
"After we're gone"
But I'll live assuming I ain't got it wrong
Ignorance is willful
In the information age
Dressing up opinions as facts
Is all the rage
When will caring be cool again?
I think it's time I called your bluff
Kaylee told me, "Don't you take no guff."
Got it wrong
Got it wrong
Oh how I hope I got it wrong
"It's all the same," you say
"Just dance and song"
But I'll live assuming I ain't got it wrong
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3. |
Heather
04:24
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I could be better
But I’m feeling fine
Last time I saw Heather
I just didn’t have the time
Salt shaker in her garden
With a pocket knife beside
Last time I saw Heather
The fruit it wasn’t ripe
From time to time I’ll ask about her
What was more important than our fate
From time to time I’ll get an answer
Darling don’t you know she's fled the state
Got a ticket to Virginia
In the pocket of my bag
When I get on that train man
I’m gonna wish I never had
I’m looking for my future
In a calendar of squares
But last time I saw Heather
She wasn’t there
If the Ghost of God delivered her
On an angel with silver wings
If she could meet me at the station
Like something ‘blazoned on a silver screen
I know that I would be happy
Now that the light of hindsight has shined
Aw, but last time I saw Heather
She wasn’t on my mind
Her mem’ry often pays me a visit
Yeah, I wonder what she would say about that fact
She’d say
“The truest promises are the ones that never come to pass”
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4. |
Aunt Diluvian
04:46
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Too many movers and shakers
There's gonna be an earthquake
Grow a second right hand
Give yourself a handshake
In the parlance of the dying
I wrote the book of the dead
Sometimes the only thing a caveman understands
Is a club to the head
Aunt Diluvian
Aunt Diluvian
Aunt Diluvian
Aunt Diluvian
The tortured posture of the thinking man
The straight spine of brevity
Not everyone is weighed upon
By intellectual gravity
My own coded message
A living language in it's twilight years
The meaning is lost to me
And I'll never get it back I fear
Aunt Diluvian
Aunt Diluvian
Aunt Diluvian
Aunt Diluvian
Self-imposed exile
Ashamed to show my face again
From an idol to an effigy
The line is very thin
Jesus asked for whiskey
He said, "But not from the well."
Your reputation precedes you
The stories your disciples tell
Aunt Diluvian
Aunt Diluvian
Aunt Diluvian
Aunt Diluvian
Doctor said, "Cut the finger."
Jeweler said, "Cut the ring."
Mama said, "Don't get married."
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5. |
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I'll never let you in again
You've got the nerve to say, "Leave well enough alone"
We talked a lot while we were both away
"Let's try again when we get home,
I know I was wrong."
I heard the same thing once before
Now twice I've opened up the door
I'll never let you in again
I filled a hole
In your homesick heart
When we returned it seems
I played my part
Why'd you let me hold you
Just to break away?
How did so much change
In the course of your stay?
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6. |
Romeo Casanova
03:15
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Call me Romeo Casanova
Then wipe the sweat from your thigh
I’m not dead yet but when I die
My skull will have roses for eyes
But I’m not dead, babe
I’m not dead
I’m not dead baby
No
But when I drive
The road will be mine
Zipper in, zipper out
Zipper in, zipper out
Zip and shout
Don’t cry over spilt supernova
When you get the coal dust in your eye
Move on to North Dakota
Carry on with some other guy
It was hot at the airport
To think it was cold in the sky
Down on the basketball court
Looking up I got sweat in my eye
And you were looking like a killer whale
I was feeling quite like a seal
How can you come and take me to jail
When here there is nothing to steal
It was all fine
Till the California cop came in
Till the California cop
California cop came in
Till the California cop
California cop came in
It was all fine
Till the California cop came in
It was all jazz
Until they sent me to Alcatraz
It was all fine
Till the California cop
California cop came in
Till the California cop
California cop came in
Till the California cop
California cop came in
Till the California cop
California cop came in
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7. |
Middle English
04:26
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As she sits down
Puts her finger on the dog-eared pages
Of middle-english verse and prose
The dog-ears know
Where she left off in her favorite poem
People don’t love like they did back then
Before the invention of Juliette
When love wasn’t just an epithet
In Shakespeare's head
Maybe we belong to a different time
When couples yearned and the couplets rhymed
I think we have something that they had
But they say it so much better than we can
Till turf her tower
Her flower
Will wilt on the pages
Of far gone ages
If I can hold the pedals in my hand
Do you think she’d understand
Love in a modern language?
It’s hard for her to think that her favorite stories
Haven’t been reprinted since the 1940’s
What will it take to be her knight in shining armor
Sir Lancelot from Camelot
Put the book down and we’ll go to bed
With images of Galahad in your head
Unlike the books that would die on your desk
My love for you goes on and on and on
Love ain’t something you can dress up for a photograph
It’s constantly falling in and out of style
It’s standing there with its arms akimbo
Heaven and hell
And often limbo
Oh yeah
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8. |
Man in Need
05:02
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I'm having trouble feeling good about anything
Time slips from my hands
Like an ill-fitting wedding ring
Stretched so thin that you could see right through my skin
Starting at the finish
'Cause I don't know where to begin
Can't you help a man in need?
Won't you spare a life to lead?
Tell me it gets better and I'll try real hard,
To believe
Why should I contribute to society?
I can't think of much
That society has done for me
If you're a dreamer then you best be ready
For a fight
People tend to rain on a flame
If it burns too bright
Can't you help a man in need?
Won't you spare a life to lead?
Tell me it gets better and I'll try real hard,
To believe
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9. |
Into My Arms
04:41
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I've taken a big risk
Letting you know how I feel
I've made memories with you
They will haunt me if you go
Please find the time
Won't you find your way?
Into my arms
We're incomplete
But the holes in our hearts leave room to grow
There's nothing left to say
Just heavy words to weigh us down
Please find the time
Won't you find your way?
Into my arms
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10. |
Saints of the Pyre
04:14
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I hope that you’re in love
I mean really in love
And though your mind wanders
It always finds a home
Cause I think that’s what love is
Finding where you belong
Without ignoring other places
Sometimes I fantasize of being alone
And I wish that God existed
And love was a hand
That would catch me when I fell
That I needed nothing else
And when you looked at the stars
You’d see Him looking back
And I hope when you feel like crying
That instead you laugh
I hope you laugh at all the funny things around you
And some of the things that aint
I hope you laugh
And when you get done laughing
Wipe the tears off your face
Ooo, ooo, ooo
I hope that you’re happy
I mean actually happy
That you get pleasure from the truth
Not what you wished the truth was
That you’ve not found a routine
And you what pain means
And children if you have them
Are separate human beings
And I hope that you were right
I mean absolutely right
When you said I had miscalculated
When I wanted to take my life
And though there’s peaks and valleys
I’ll rise forever ever higher
And I hope that when I die
It was not a trial by fire
That an end is an end
Not snakes coiling around a pyre
That I won’t be afraid of the nothing interchanging
Fakers faking
Lovers feigning love
Forever afraid of getting higher
Ooo, ooo, ooo
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