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Enter to Win
01:10
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Stay the Hand
02:47
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Aleister be good could you keep it to yourself
Just when I got to be thinking of something else
How could it be you could do that to a friend
To leak it out and make both of us sick again
Moment of reality is playing in my head
Whoever thought there’d be a day I’d be sick of it
And though at one point I was into it I know
I’m only waiting for the moment the moment goes
Every moment goes and every moment goes and
Every time I talk to you every time I listen
It shook the Earth back when it came rolling in
Where did it come from when did this shit begin
It could be worse it could be Celine Dion
It could be Ironic or that Down in a Theater song
Moment of reality is playing in my head
Whoever thought there’d be a day I’d be sick of it
And though at one point I was into it I know
I’m only waiting for the moment the moment goes
Some can hear the ocean lying in their bed
Some only quiet ringing in the head
But my advice to all the neophytes I know is
Stay the hand
Stay down on the hand don’t wait to understand it
No need to talk and save your intuition
I never thought there would be venom in my head
No way to drive it out no hope to rein it in
You underestimate menace of a song
With half a melody and all the words are gone
Some can hear the ocean lying in their bed
Some only quiet ringing in the head
But my advice to all the neophytes I know is
Stay the hand
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3. |
My Iron Lung
03:44
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The Struggle to keep up above the ground
Had got me holding all the able-bodied down
In my former life I had renown
The folks at home were thinking I'd be home by now
But in my iron lung in and out of town I go I'm like the tide
Better dead than hung but in this case I'll boldly wager not to die
No belief for me was ever too impossible
Better send me on to ride into the sun
If it can be done in my iron lung
The trouble with my life was up til now
A vivid lack of wherewithal to get around
Shrunken up a cripple here inside
Look at me now I'm rolling out I'm three feet wide
In my iron lung I'll be gallivanting out and on the town
There's only one direction to go when you start from on the ground
No belief for me was ever too impossible
Better send me on to ride into the sun
If it can be done in my iron lung
I'm so completely over it
Don't call me the gimp or invalid
If it's a freak you want then entschuldigung my bittersweet friend
Don't stay for the chase awaits in it
Don't stray to deface the grace in it
Who let the sun out it used to shine in but they found a better place for it
I found a better place in it
I made a great escape of it
Good comes to the folks who wait for it
Don't make it about what you make of it
Come Tuesday office hours it's a getaway I'll make a better break for it
The Struggle to keep up above the ground
Had got me holding all the able-bodied down
In my former life I had renown
The folks at home were thinking I'd be dead by now
But in my iron lung I'd be sorry if I didn't ever try
Better said than done if you'd rather lie in place and rot than ride
No belief for me was ever too impossible
Better send me on to ride into the sun
If it can be done in my iron lung
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4. |
Lackluster Endings
03:03
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Silver hair turns silverer where I go
Calm in darkness quietly grim I glow
Jimsonweed and Urtica seeds I sow
In my garden where the deceptions grow
Drenched in black I crack a grin
At lackluster endings
Free advice I know what's important
Grief this year is trending
Symphony of inadequacy maestro
Bird in hand and one in the pan eyes closed
Flowers wilt in synchrony where I've been
Clenching, seething, it won't be if but when
Building up I laugh at it
Flimsy lath and plaster
Deep in thought I know where to hide the
Switch from tears to laughter
This year is trending toward lackluster endings
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5. |
The Sniper
03:31
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The sniper doesn't snipe within the valley
A Wendy doesn't sit under a Holly Tree
She hollers at the poplar and the evergreen
And she won't have to wait too long and don't I know
A situation gone from bad to worse
I try to laugh at it but when I smile it hurts
I stumble through the chorus and I hide the verse
And we won't have to wait too long and don't I know
Don't I know the end is near and don't I know it
Don't I know the answer clear no need to show it
Don't I know the wind of change has come don't blow it
Throw the whole thing out turn it around I know
Old soldiers never die they all just fade away
The butcher won't be butching on a holiday
I guess that I'll go meatless and eat crow today
And we won't have to wait too long but don't I know
Don't I know the movement of the Earth is slowing
Don't I know of that uneasy feeling growing
Don't I know the bold direction I'm not going
Throw the whole thing out turn it around
I knoooow let's turn the whole thing on its head
I knoooow let's put the dream back in its head.
I knoooow let's put the anarchy to bed
Don't ever tell me to get over it I know
bum bum bum bum
The smoke that doesn't rise out of a smoking gun
Won't ever get to be put in another one
And if you can't be quiet then you should learn to run
And we won't have to wait too long and don't I know
Don't I know the end is near and don't I know it
Don't I know the ancients gone before bestow it
Don't I know the wind of change has come don't blow it
Throw the whole thing out turn around I know
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I save my breakfast for my bathroom break
I save my breakfast for the bath
I'm resurrected by a coffee cake, Mr. Bubble, and a country ham
But there's a breast of a chicken in an inch of oil frying in a frying pan
And with the help of a butter biscuit it may yet
Turn a several minute soak into an hour and a half
For my lunch I’ll have a steak a day for dessert I’ll have a tender baby calf
I cut my baby teeth on baconnaise, Mrs. Butterworth, and half and half
You declare it unhealthy when I eat my fill of triple burger on a doughnut bun
But with the wealth of a lipid I can fill myself
What you say may be true but isn’t any fun
Forty years I've been taking what I want myself but I’m not out trolling to find out what you’ll hand me
Though I hear civil liberties aren’t what they used to be I’m not open enough for understanding
I save my supper for the golden age the golden arches or corral
It doesn’t have to be a holiday, there doesn’t have to be a rationale
It could be years I may suffer I could kill myself
I don't need you to hold my hand
But if it's true what I eat is going to kill me young
I guess I better buckle down I’d better eat it fast
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7. |
Lava La Ropa
01:39
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Lava la ropa
Warsh the clothes, hon
Arregla mi camisa
Fix my nightshirt, babe
Quitate tu piyama
Y vamos a la cama
Let's get to bed dear, yeah
Don't make me wait here, yeah
Pup, pup, pup.
Prepara la comida
Ganate la vida
Por que no en la cocina
A donde vas con la cuchilla
Don't you kill me
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8. |
Fake My Death
02:34
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Set fire to the bedroom I've been in there learning how to hold my breath
On the outside bug-eyed but inside I will fake my death
In time they'll rewrite my lines if you can write it better be my guest
On the outside bug-eyed but inside I will fake my death
On the other side of my backdoor is an impatient and perverted world
And on the inner side of it my coat and in the pocket is a goodbye note
A body on the floor that learned to stop the pulses in the wrist and throat
Fake blood or a basement flood I'll find the way that it will turn out best
On the outside bug-eyed but inside I will fake my death
[Solo]
Shot, drowned, or beat up I've found the only way for me to get some rest
I suspect I'll perfect the best effect to fake my death
Just try to dig me up my lie you'll never find me at my new address
On the outside bug-eyed but inside I will fake my death
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I've got bushes in my yard 30 inches from my house
Oh, I'm a good citizen I'm focused on my lawn
I cut all my crooked branches I never smoke at home
I shovel snow from the sidewalk until it's three feet wide
I fold my Tar Heel flag into a triangle
When it's out of use I hide it from my son
I've got my sprinkler system on a timer I only water at night
Though some would say I'm fortunate to be here
I earn my keep, my position on this street
But there's something on this street that doesn't smell nearly as sweet
Winnebago in the driveway that hasn't moved in weeks
When it comes to grass and neighbors I think most will agree
I know when I see a hybrids and when I see a weed
Your name came up last weekend in a meeting
And what was said wasn't nice
I find your lack of dogs a bit unnerving
Your personality dry
And your TV can be seen across the street
And you don't use Christmas lights
I'm the president of the neighborhood association, my consecration
I'm the grandson of the law and I'll catch you up
I'll walk to your house and I'll confront you to
give you another notice of what you owe this time
I will keep everything like everything else
We've all noticed your Caprice leaking something on the driveway
A neighbor down the street noticed your check engine light
And as I drove by your house several times the other night
I happened to look up and could see into your blinds
And yes I see you mow your lawn in circles
The other lawns are in lines
What were you thinking hanging up your laundry
Out on a line to dry
For what it's worth you can still worship the Earth
But you'll have to be inside
I'm the president of the neighborhood association, I'm losing patience
I'm the grandson of the law and I'll catch you up
I'll walk to your house and I'll confront you to
give you another notice a final notice
I'm gonna keep everything like everything else
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10. |
Cannonball
02:43
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I used to lead a life and bake in the sunlight
How did that become nigh on impossible
I don a daily noose but when they turn me loose
I grope along the hall and to the card-protected door like a
Cannonball I spray into the air like aerosol
I slip into the lot like adderol, caaan-
I'll arrive alive albeit after five
When my dismantled body crumples on the kitchen floor
When I turn in at night I don't turn out a light
To furnish an illusion of more time to kill
Cannonball evaporating off like alcohol
Escaping from the building like a criminal, caaan-
You say consider Jim you sould be more like him
Watch him as he's working on an Easter Sunday night
But Jim could kill the lion or drive an '03 Scion
And either way be boring and predictable
Not like cannonballs I'm bouncing out the door and down the hall
An animated pitcher breaking through the wall
Cannonball I spray into the air like aerosol
Appearing at the door like a curtain call
Cannonball evaporating off like alcohol
I'm water falling off of a waterfall caaan-
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11. |
Misery
04:03
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Misery loves company do you love me like I love me
Now that I'm set free to be myself
You said that the problem was in my head and to get over it
I'll take my best friends with me instead
Misery looked so strange to me
Through suburban life and plugin potpourri
Didn't you expect it would be through death
Some folks leave and we salute them
Some stay and we pollute them
If I were them I'd be dead to me
'Cause everything is white and black to me
Will they come to pronounce that it's dead and it's gone
Misery (misery) and the third degree (my only friend)
Coming up on what this circus was supposed to be
But why can't you and I be me instead
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12. |
We Don't Play Encores
03:18
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We are the lucky ones the ones who made it farther than the unlucky ones
The ones who made their lifestyle fun—ner than the unlucky ones
The ones who inched their way out front
We know a lot of songs
If we were to play’em all it’d take really long
And you’d be sick when we were done
So we don’t play all of ‘em
And when we’ve finished what we had to say
We get off stage and drive away
We don’t play encores
No matter how you beat upon the floor
Us to our house or on our door
We don’t play encores
We don’t play encores
We play to the lucky ones the ones who stripped their title from the unlucky ones
The ones who inched their way out front
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