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Pond
04:32
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Well I read the paper
Every morning
Some old story
I can’t wait to be told
Autumn show house
Make me roll out
Of my own sickness
Maybe I’m stuck in the zone
Is it the trouble that makes me insane?
Or am I another pond in a lake?
Dinner party
After party
Am I alarmed when
I just want to be gone?
What’s the problem
with eyes these days?
Can’t they see me fading
Fading away?
is it the ice still melts in their brain?
Or am I another stop on the way?
Maybe it’s far too late
To lie in a hole and wait
Maybe I’m far too gone
Maybe I’m far too gone
Am I still breathing?
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2. |
Days're Getting Longer
03:55
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Our time, the great divide
What’s to do, what to decide
Can’t break the sweet expanse
Time for them, time for you, time for romance
So easily
Wasted away
I can’t say what it meant to me
I feel so dumb
I can’t say I want you to take it away
More day, more day, more day, more day to come
So sharp, maybe sharper before
Doubt gets in the way, fear opens the door
Oh life, so troubling
The trouble expectations bring
But I’m no one to define
What I should do with the extra time
I can’t explain everything that I say
Sometimes it changes from day to day
But there’s no one keeping score
There is no score
There is no score
No score
Days’re getting long and I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever get my foot in the door, or if I’m ignored (x4)
Oohoo quarter past seven, sunset some kind of heaven (x4)
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3. |
Mrs. Jones
02:33
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Mrs Jones on the shore
I wonder if
She eats bones in
Forever after land
She puts on a tie
And wonders if
All the guys are watching
the same movies as her
Mrs jones is just like me
She’s my friend
and she’s who I wanna be
Mrs jones is just like me
She’s my friend
and she’s who I wanna be
Mrs jones on a tour
Of New York
Just to see if she can
afford a place
She puts on a tie
And wonders when
Will the time come when she
Starts to get paid
Mrs jones is just like you
She don’t know
What she wants to do
Mrs jones is just like you
She don’t know
What she wants to do
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4. |
Cold and Still
03:29
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First a freckle on the grass
Now it’s growing much too fast
The ice collects on your eyelash
The world is covered in a flash
All too familiar
This scene we’ve seen
Two times before
The world was cold and still
The world was cold and still
I suppose I’m fine
Got my frame of mind
Alone with unlike kind
It’s all too kind
Now you’re legs have gotten sore
But I’m much worse off, worse off for sure
But there is nothing else for me
I am consumed entirely
Day bleeds into day
Day bleeds into day
Not another day
The world was cold and still
The world was cold and still
What happened to our time
The snow has made me blind
It used to be so kind
It was so kind
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5. |
Slow
05:11
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In a while, I’ll grab your t-shirt
It’s folded, layed upon your bed
If I could see whatever’s happening
Happening
What’s the message in your photograph
When all I see is gritted smiles
If I could read another, be another, see another person I’d hold onto, onto, onto, onto
In a daze
I move so slow
And I can’t see what’s right in front of me
But every time I look, you’re on an aeroplane
Silver was her broken automobile
She drove to all the stops in town
She’d end our conversations with a little bit of elegance, elegance, elegance
Make a way for all this space that lies in front of me
It’s a phase that I must surely go alone
I try, to remind, so low
I find that it’s harder to move slow
Make a way for all this space that lies in front of me
Make a way for all this space that lies in front of me
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6. |
Carrie, Yer Clueless
03:07
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Carrie
Is dumb and alone
Or so I thought she was
Her smile feels
Faded and cruel oooooo
You wanted to tell me who your favorite band was
I said it was stupid and so are you
You wanted to show me the things that you’re proud of
Maybe that’s why you’re with him.
Carrie
Is wasting away
And facing backwards to me
Adjacent, complacent and cool
You wanted to be me
Simple and sated
You said it’s a habit, a mirrored fool
I wanted to be you
Happy and clueless
I wanted to be you
You are my muse
I am confused
I barely read your breathless cues
I miss you too
But it won’t come through
Carrie, you’re clueless
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7. |
Wash Yer Hair (Forever)
04:07
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A little girl walked by my window the other day to deliver
A message from the president of who knows what
I told her once and told her again we don’t take solicitors
But she still, she still insisted so.
Another day goes through my forehead and in my brain to envision
Another world of common sense and who knows where
I told the doctors to wash my hair, it smells of soap and smoke
And I still, I still can’t pull it out
And she said
I will save your soul
And wash your hair
Forever
I will save your soul
And I’ll be there
Forever still
Forever there
And she said
I will save your soul
And wash your hair
Forever
I will save your soul
And I’ll be there
Forever still
I will save your soul
And wash your hair
Forever
I will save your soul
And I’ll be there
Forever still
Save your soul forever still
Save your soul forever still
Wash your hair forever still
Wash your hair forever still
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8. |
Just Plain Wrong
03:19
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If god spoke to us
Would his voice travel at the speed of light
How would you know, could it be so
I think that it might
What is the speed of thought
Is it an instant
Or does it languish with the radiation
What is an instant
Could we think faster if the world wasn’t there at all
If we were nothing then we’d already know it all
If space were empty then maybe there would be no time
An endless ocean of nothingness, divine
Maybe it’s god driving the expansion
Maybe that’s god out there in the void
Maybe it was god who sparked the inflation
Causally connected, or just plain wrong
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9. |
RSVP
03:31
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They’re looking at you, man
They think the way you wear your pants is cool
You know it too, man
Already top of the pedestal
And if you look around, they probably all want to be you
They all check you out
And like your new doc marten boots
We gotta turn the music down
It’s getting pretty loud
The people down stairs might hear
They might get pissed and steal the beers
They’re looking at you, man
They think the way you wear your pants is cool
You know it too, man
Already top of the pedestal
And if you look around, they probably all want to be you
They all check you out
And like your new doc marten boots
We’ll show up if we wanna
They’re looking at you, man
They think the way you wear your pants is cool
You know it too, man
Already top of the pedestal
And if you look around, they probably all want to be you
They all check you out
And like your new doc marten boots
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10. |
Life in Focus
04:58
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The weekday slog makes you feel like a slob
Then you start thinking about when we should get jobs
(Whose we?) Oh we? The royal we
Don’t really really care who as long as it’s not me
I’m perfectly fine to piss away the time
(Whose time?) Not sure, but it’s sure not mine
Not mine
Sometimes, you gotta put it all on the line
It’s not so cool to always play the fool
Pick up yourself, put the pieces on your shelf
Of broken dreams, or are those just your memories
The trash on the street is like the sand on the beach
It’s all over town so you kick it with your feet
It’s not so bad, in fact it’s the latest fad
To ignore the subtext, the context is prefab
(What’s there to do?) It’s not the what, but the who
Doesn’t really matter if we all don’t have a clue
Don’t have a clue
No ones gonna do it for you, might as well do it for yourself (x12)
Life in focus, not so bogus, man I gotta get my act up (x10)
Life in focus (x8)
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11. |
Goodbye
01:40
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Old Mrs. Mary Jane
Lived in an aero plane
No one could figure why,
For she never learned to fly.
Maybe the ground had held her
For far too long
“Bluer the sky,” she said
Lifting her tender head
“Makes for good byes”
And with tears in her eyes
Lowered the cock pit
And waved to her friends hello.
The further that the road goes,
The less I’ll be.
But in my silver aeroplane
The more I’ll see
Of you and me
Old Mrs. Mary Jane
Lived in an aero plane
No one could figure why,
For she never learned to fly.
Maybe the ground had held her
For far too long
“Bluer the sky,” she said
Lifting her tender head
“Makes for good byes”
And with tears in her eyes
Lowered the cock pit
And waved to her friends goodbye.
She lowered the cockpit
And waved to her friends goodbye.
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Stalefish Austin, Texas
90's alt rock from Austin, TX
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