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Whattatellya
03:31
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In an off white house was an orange man
Slung his trash out into a garbage can
That had no lid, over it fell
Walking by, a little kid said, “what the hell?”
He said, “I don’t smell a thing, do you?”
Kid didn’t know if it was true
I don’t know what to tell ya
Black and blue bleed and the lines are blurred
Who could ever read such a twisted word?
Tired man knocks on a padlocked door
Not sure what he’s knocking for
In ’94, man he was 52
What on earth you supposed to do?
I don’t know what to tell ya
Man that old house party’s just a racket when
There’s only two that me and you can ever attend
Go and throw a third right down the block
The entire fucking circus goes into shock
Whole thing’s a crock and without a clue
What on earth we supposed to do?
I don’t know what to tell ya
Wondering where all the first fathers went
They all had the ability to reinvent
I’m talking re-imagination of the coming time
Brother can you spare a new paradigm?
Shredding up the documents that they all drew
Kids won’t know if it was true
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Crawlin’ along - singing a song - crawlin’ along
Well the traffic is a nightmare and why shouldn’t it be?
Half a million people trying to get out of the city
Nothing else to do except to look at that guy
Screaming in his Saab with tea all over his tie
A quiet stretch of wood that’s been calling your name
No room to point the finger and nobody to blame
For now we’re stuck in limbo
Though we’d leave if they would let us
You know right now I’d give just about anything to
Get us to the highway – Get me to the highway
Oh the highway – Get me to the highway
Oh the highway – Get me to the highway
Gotta kick it into gear and get the hell outta here
You know the highway’s got a way of making everything clear
Crawlin’ along - singing a song - crawlin’ along
The week was just a joke but not the humorous kind
That makes you wanna laugh but more like wanna lose your mind
The job is just a hassle
The pile of bills
Just a mountain on the counter with a worry that spills
Into everything you do, it’s all you’re thinking about
Don’t let it get you baby, gonna figure it out
A wide open sky along a glorious ridge
Now if every one could only just get over the bridge
To the highway…
Get me to the highway
Oh the highway – Get me to the highway
Oh the highway – Get me to the highway
You know I’ve never understood this kind of pain in the ass
Why can’t everybody here just step on the gas?
Crawlin’ along - singing a song - crawlin’ along
Baby get me to the highway
Oh the highway – Get me to the highway
Oh the highway – Get me to the highway
Baby your way and my way could be one and the same
Get me to the highway, you’ll be happy you came
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So Many Things
04:25
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People always saying, “I wouldn’t change a thing.”
I can’t help thinking that’s a little strange
I think about the choices of this life that I’ve been living
So many things I wish that I could change
For instance
I would not have ever taken you for granted
Or said those things to you that seemed so cruel
Maybe then
You wouldn’t have become so disenchanted
Maybe now I wouldn’t be the fool
Maybe now I wouldn’t be the fool
People always saying, “I’ve no regrets at all.”
I can’t help thinking that’s a little strange
The pain I feel sometimes just has me up against the wall
So many things I wish that I could change
So many things I wish that I could change
For instance
I would not have let that cell phone keep on ringing
Lying there a prisoner of my pride
Maybe then
We could have worked it out and still be singing
Maybe now there’d be no hurt inside
Maybe now there’d be no hurt inside
People always saying, “I wouldn’t change a thing.”
I can’t help thinking that’s a little strange
I think about the choices of this life that I’ve been living
So many things I wish that I could change
So many things I wish that I could change
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4. |
I Love You So Much
05:29
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I love you so much I forget what to say
I love you so much I’m working night and day
I love you so much I see you when I close my eyes
I love you so much I overlook the lies
I love you so much I give you all my cash
I love you so much I might do something rash
In the wake of all of this insanity
Trying to stay in touch with some humanity
One thing I really wish that you would say to me
I love you so much
I love you so much there is no overstating
I love you so much sometimes I end up hating
I love you so much I hate when you’re not there
I love you so much I loathe how much I care
In the wake of all of this insanity
The pain is just a crutch or some new vanity
One thing I really wish that you would say to me
I love you so much
I love you so much sometimes I call your name
I love you so much I wish you felt the same
I love you so much it’s crazy how it fills me
I love you so much I don’t care if it kills me
In the wake of all of this insanity
The pain is just a crutch or some new vanity
Always the same old boring profanity
Wondering why the fuck on earth you married me
Trudging through a desert of calamity
In a struggle of Judeo-Christianity
Trying to stay in touch with some humanity
One thing I really wish that you would say to me
I love you so much
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Searching For A Point
03:57
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Finished up, couldn’t have been prouder
Put yours on, yours was louder
Derivative figuratively clammy chowder
Steaming up a bowl of pure pretentiousness
To think a grand was wasted to discover this
Searching for a point that doesn’t exist
We all sit bent in our folding chairs
Trying to get perspective as if anyone cares
One guy gets so mad he heaves his easel down the stairs
Smashing his intent into a thousand little bits
Some things go unlearned no matter what the teacher hits
Searching for a point that doesn’t exist
Stuttering in a swirling pool of sweat and media ridicule
They always paint him as a fool - To me he looks more like a tool
A silly cog in their machine - Mispronouncing masculine
Wasting trees and kerosene - Wondering if she was eighteen
Tripping the confession of his little tryst
With the daughter of that Methodist philanthropist
Searching for a point that doesn’t exist
You get so high nothing can spoil it
One more step, it’s down the toilet
Snoot full of dust with a spoon to boil it
Choking on the pieces of a dream you can’t ingest
And to what aim does anybody strive to get so pissed?
Searching for a point that doesn’t exist
Broken and expiring somewhere up Mount Everest
As the avalanche descends hoping to be forever missed
Searching for a point that doesn’t exist
A masque, a church, a synagogue
A futile search in a blog
Trying to find a light cutting through the endless fog
Still it’s still better than cutting through the wires in your wrist
As the meaninglessness circles in a vulturistic twist
Answers hidden in the doll’s mouth of a mute ventriloquist
Who’s been complaining on an old couch to a deaf psychiatrist
And paying off the Benz of his financial analyst
Prays to Buddha, Allah, Krishna and some TV evangelist
With the ticker slowly rusting in the cavern of his chest
I bet he never thought he’d end up such a fickle atheist
He’s the scaredest and the weakest and the naivest
A pessimistic, misanthropic nihilist
But hey he’s not a cynic, just a realist
And to think he was a passionate idealist
You wanna talk fear? His is the giantest
By all means add his name to the defiant list
An aimlessly pathetic faithless scientist
Crippled from the truth of all the signs he’s missed
Banging on a blackboard with a bruised and tired fist
Searching for a point that doesn’t exist
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6. |
Everybody Comes Of Age
06:39
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The joker he got nothing left to say
At least nothing that won’t piss you off
I’m thinking that it’s better off that way
Come morning you won’t have to kiss him off
Don’t you get all misty on me babe
Don’t let ‘em ever see you going soft
There’s far bloodier battles left to wage
It’s ok, it’s ok
Eventually everybody comes of age
The candidates all come with their proposals
In a line like sardines around the block
Disciples have walked miles in their sandals
Hoping today’s the day that you might talk
Seems that every word’s become a pearl
In every far flung corner of the clock
You never asked to be some kind of sage
It’s ok, it’s ok
Eventually everybody comes of age
I’m writing this tell you where to go
Although you know I don’t mean no offense
At 30,000 feet time passes slowly
It’s all turtles, turpentine and turbulence
There he goes again you must be thinking
Rambling on not making any sense
Hey you got to find a way to fill the page
It’s ok, it’s ok
Eventually everybody comes of age
There’s a sound inside your head so elusive
You barely know it’s there it’s been so quiet
A different kind of feeling that the blues give
You catch it, there’s a million gonna try it
A concord full of fuel out on the runway babe
All you’ve got to do is choose to fly it
And call out all them numbers on the gauge
It’s ok, it’s ok
Eventually everybody comes of age
Yeah the play has been eight years in pre-production
The orchestra just nailed the overture
You know you’ll never find better percussion
Or an ingénue more gorgeous or demure
She’s nervous, she’s excited for the opening
And all the people coming who once knew her
She might even just fall off the stage
It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok
Eventually everybody comes of age
Eventually everybody comes of age
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7. |
I Won't Hold My Breath
05:42
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Naomi says she saw you on the street outside Wasabi
She was walking up 1st Ave and you were coming out the lobby
You hadn’t seen each other in more than quite a while
Inevitably my name came up
She says you forced a smile
“I really ought to call him,” is what I’m told you said
It would be nice to hear from you
But I won’t hold my breath
We’ve been apart for so long now
I hardly can believe it
Siblings of the soul you know
Sometimes I really grieve it
You get so close to someone
You imagine it’s for real
You’re tight no matter what and that will always be the deal
It’s strange to question things you thought you’d never second-guess
Who knows
Maybe you will reach out
But I won’t hold my breath
No I won’t hold my breath
That would mean a certain death
There’s no way that you’ll ever turn to me
Yeah I could sit and wait like a fool at heaven’s gate
But I’d be disappointed for eternity
The world’s indeed your lover
I was always cool with that
But lying to yourself about your love ain’t where it’s ever at
Eventually the truth will out and probably the hard way
And when it does my dear you know that’s gonna be a hard day
And even then I doubt that you would ever acquiesce
Who knows
Maybe I could be wrong
But I won’t hold my breath
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8. |
Six Feet Under
04:49
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In the lawn a serpent born
Done you wrong
Treason in the blood of a traitor
Murdering? Coveting?
You’ve been wondering
Which one of these sins is the greater?
I don’t really know for sure
I do know your heart isn’t pure anymore
I’m thinking there’s but one cure
For what’s been ailing you
The trick is believing
Despite all the grieving
From all the deceiving
Body of a cow with the head of a beaver
I refuse to be
The star casualty
Of some greek tragedy
Ain’t gonna produce it either
Forgiving’s the sole key
To setting your soul free from yourself
And letting the soul be at one with the universe
Let it go
You’re gonna grow
Even though
Somebody tore the world asunder
It’s getting late
Don’t let the hate
Seal up a fate
Of endless pain and raging thunder
Let it go babe
You’re gonna grow babe
Yes I know babe
That kind of people makes you wonder
You lose a friend
Your heart’ll mend
In the end
Nobody don’t go six feet under
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