1. |
The Devil You Know
03:11
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Oh, it’s the devil you know…
You know that blank stare
You should leave there
Oh, just a moment to go…
She’s appearing, eyes are tearing…
Up for treason
You can’t reason
It’s open season again
You’ve been silent
She’s delighted
To work you over again
Stunned, now the party’s begun
Don’t try to bargain
It’s just jargon
Now that her web has been spun
She’ll just chuckle
As you struggle…
In the center
With your tormentor
The lone dissenter again
You’ve been silent
She’s delighted
To fuck you over again (“work’)
And now you have to do her bidding
(No kidding)
It’s really just about survival
With all the signals she’s been giving
(you’re skidding)
Off the road into your rival
In the center
With your tormentor
The lone dissenter again
You’ve been silent
She’s delighted
To work you over again
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2. |
Situation Change
03:05
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I never really followed much direction.
Adverse to the looks of imperfection
Make it through the day. Wondering what they’ll say
So you sleep tight and know…..
It’s my situation
Don’t think about
For what you offer, I live without
So look the other way, before I have to say
It’s my creation! My situation change!
It seems I never ever heed a warning.
Now times up and everything is boiling.
Make it through the day. Wondering what they’ll say.
So you sleep tight and know…..
It’s never too personal with me. There is no upside or downside to letting me be.
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Now you’re the next big thing
And you can do anything
Clearly, you’ve exceeded expectations…
Now you’re the one to watch
You don’t have a single splotch
Clearly, you’ve exceeded expectations
Your life is a TV show
Push a button watch it go
No point in going slow
You’re golden
But it’s a tragedy
For simple folks like you and me
When will we ever be
Emboldened?
And now you’re the chosen one
Winning every race you run
Clearly, you’ve exceeded expectations
And when its time to rest
On your laurels that’s the best
Clearly you’ve exceeded expectations
And while I’m dithering
The chances for me withering
I’ll be drowning everything
In liquor
And when your ladder falls
And each rung down impacts your balls
We will hear your plaintive calls
And snicker
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4. |
S1 E1
02:57
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When each day you turn away
And stare into the mist
While your life’s in disarray
Not tending to your list
S1 E1
Everybody’s got one
S1 E1
The show has begun
S1 E1
This is not a re-run
S1 E1
The damage is done
Once you’ve watched a little bit
You found it in your Prime
Soon you’re going to commit
Why don't you take the time?
I know why you’re weary
And fatter furthermore
Why you’re sad and dreary
And life is such a bore…
Life goes on behind your pose
And underneath your nose…
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5. |
Fine Line
03:20
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It’s a fine line where your walking and more so when you talk
Seeking a reaction, comes at quite a cost
You drew a fine line in winds and shifting sands
You fell to pieces under challenge and exam
But I know for sure the train is jumping tracks
Go investigate, intimidate and never take it back
You knew the difference between pleasure and the pain
You tried to tell me that it all feels they same
But I know for sure the train is jumping tracks
Go investigate, intimidate and never take it back
Who really understands, who to trust and where to land
Some checks you can’t backdate, you made the deal your fate is sealed
But I know for sure the train is jumping tracks
Go investigate, intimidate and never take it back
It’s a fine fine line
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6. |
Swoon
03:46
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Out of mind and out of breath
A pantomime of sudden death
With people standing round
I wake up on the ground
Out of sorts and out of depth
I don’t know how much time is left
They ask me “You okay?”
And all I have to say is…
Where am I now?
Where am I now?
Someday soon
I’ll end this swoon
If the Fates allow
Golden light and it’s alright
A sunrise in the dead of night
The medics need to know
Has this happened once before?
Then they start their murmuring
My vital signs encouraging
I wish they’d go away
It’s time for me to say…
Leave me alone
This world is dull monotone
Let me be free
Please don’t resuscitate me...
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7. |
Second String
03:19
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We’re not thinking, suppose we’ll never get it right.
I caught you blinking, when you said our future's bright.
Nothing you can say will change a thing
You're my first choice to be my second string
I’m just reflecting, on the good times and the bad
So stop deflecting, all the excuses are getting sad
Nothing you can say will change a thing
You're my first choice to be my second string
This isn’t all about tomorrow, when you can’t make through the day
Whether we beg, steal or borrow. We won’t make it through when all the clouds in our way
Nothing you can say will change a thing
You're my first choice to be my second string
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8. |
Pancake Hat
02:39
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Hurly burly, chew the fat
Time to doff the pancake hat
The pancake hat
Double trouble, bubble wrap
Time to tip the pancake hat
The pancake hat
To Elysian Fields I climb
And watch the fruit die on the vine
In summer splendor they decline
They never reach the finish line
Ring the weasel, skin the cat
Time to pass the pancake hat
The pancake hat
The pancake hat
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9. |
Shuttlecock
02:36
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She’s up and down it’s all around
The shuttlecock’s all over town
Watch her dart and by and by
She turns hello into goodbye
She's just a blur
There’s no stopping her
Her hyperbolic tendencies
Will only bring you to your knees
East, west, south, and north
She's always flitting back and forth
The bough is breaking
It's so bourgeois
The noise she's making
Is ah, ah, ah ,ah!
Across the net and through the sky
The frightening speed will terrify
You will stand in awe and shock
Can you return the shuttlecock?
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10. |
Merry Fucking Christmas
02:00
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Merry fucking Christmastime to you!
Happy Birthday Jesus King of Jews
Merry fucking Christmastime to you
I can smell your Christmas spirits coming through
When we were young
Christmastime was fun
But now I'm 42
And I can't wait 'til it gets through
So Merry Fucking Christmastime to you!
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11. |
Militarying
03:46
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Tempting Fate, the ladies try again
At the bar, it’s always been the same
And it’s everything, this militarying
And the soldier at the bar knows exactly who you are you know…
Time is short , the florists have been paid
Her folks support the match the two have made
And there’s little doubt that when he’s shipping out
He’ll be thinking of her and also several of the others…
Soft beds hard battles
That’s what the soldiers say
Soft beds hard battles
And it really doesn’t matter anyway
The years go by, as they always do
The portrait dims and fades away from view
And the table’s set
Beside the bassinet
And the wonder of it all is
It was just a port of call of his
Listen when the marching band is playing
Or you won’t hear what they’re saying
'Bout flesh and blood and bone
Listen to the politicians braying
And all the lies they’re saying
About heroes, hearth and home
Decades hence the scene will re-commence
There’s no defense, no wisdom to dispense
And it’s everything, this militarying
And the soldiers at the bar know
exactly who you are you know…
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12. |
The Secret
03:12
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A costly decision with no chance of revision seems I’m fucked right out of the gate.
I’m staring down the barrel of this wrath and peril and clearly no way to escape.
Could anyone notice
My look or my motive one glance could give it away
Should I get discovered and the secrets uncovered it could set the sun on this day
I could run from it all and let someone else take the fall
So I’ll keep my secret, never share a moment and never tell
Why
I’ll hide this story, refrain from the glory and keep what you can’t buy
No rhyme no reason, you can hang me up for treason. I’ve never been a patron saint. If it’s the secrets you want, don’t try to taunt me, cause all you’re gonna get is restraint
I could run from it all and let someone else take the fall
Ducking, weaving, thought concealing a well planned subterfuge
I’ll hold it tight because its’s something I can’t lose
But my nerves are shattered, psyche battered I just might give it away
But it won’t happen with me the secret stays
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13. |
My Sunday Prayer
02:29
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My Sunday prayer
When no one’s there
Please no balking when I’m talking
To the thin air
I’ve had my fill
Of this fire drill
In these conditions no one listens
And they never will…
All the stars that hang above me
And all the stars that fall below
There’s simply no one there to love me
And so I have to let it go
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14. |
Worry and Wonder
02:59
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Today I’m sinking like a precious stone. A smile is spread thin, can’t hide alone
There’s always tomorrow--another wave. I’ll catch it. I’ll ride it and save the day
See this happens every time, cause there’re things I hadn’t factored in
Like a topsy turvy ride, just hang on tight and buckle in.
So is life, I turn the page. The light turns on, I must engage
Today feels better like it’s meant to be. No backing down, I guarantee.
See this happens every time, cause there’re things I hadn’t factored in
Like a topsy turvy ride, just hang on tight and buckle in.
I refuse to let you down and wallow in my blunders.
I can’t choose to walk away and worry and…worry and wonder.
Don’t squander the fortunes at your feet.
Just know that one day you’ll be complete.
No need to bother I can help the others like I always do.
So much temptation and rearranging so I can be with you.
See this happens every time, cause there’re things I hadn’t factored in
Like a topsy turvy ride, just hang on tight and buckle in.
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15. |
Coil Memory
03:21
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I thought I’d change into
A new pair of pants
I’m looking different
But I know who I am
Out of the blue
Just like a tight rubberband
I snap back into who I was
In the past
Rat on a wheel
Feels kind of strange
Coil Memory
Invisible wires
Holding back what could be
Coil Memory
I lost my tennis shoes
When I was just ten
I’ll buy a brand new pair
When I pay the rent
Sure hoping therapy
Will slow down the slide
I’d like to cut the thread
And leave it behind
Stumbling back
To a world I despise
Coil Memory
A rat on a wheel
Is needing new toys
Coil memory
I had a chance to be anything
Maybe forget what I know
Scared enough to sit still
Maybe there’s a green pill
Now is what I’m after while I’m
Running from the shadows that I chase.
A rat on a wheel
Search and Destroy
Coil Memory
The boy is a man
He’s still unemployed
Coil Memory Coil Memory Coil Memory Coil Memory
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16. |
The Lesser
02:58
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Time for the monsters of this world
To fade away and be unheard
Time for the evil, time for the cruel
Broken by anger and it’s tools
Time for the greedy who don’t understand
Time for the masters killing this land
Time for the sleepers and gentle souls
Time for the wistful vision it holds
Time for the stars webbing the night
Time for the others left holding the light
Time for the stewards, time for the peace
Time for the lesser
To say the least
Imagine if you will
A minor miracle
A house upon a hill
Where we all belong
Time for the stars webbing the night
Time for the others left holding the light
Time for the stewards
Time for the peace
Time for the lesser
To say the least
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17. |
Enter Equinox
03:58
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For 96 days we’ve seen no shadows. It’s all florescence inside
The monitor glows it seems so shallow. Sure enough were losing our stride
Looking back I can see the sunrise and feel the temp starting to soar.
I don’t need no reason I give back this season and all of this wet and cold
When days last longer we never bother with how were gonna use up the day
We’re casting shadows with friends that we know. So what time can you come out to play?
Looking back I can see the sunrise and feel the temp starting to soar.
I don’t need no reason I give back this season and all of this wet and cold.
The world is tilting slight…..getting bright…now that the days get longer
Another year is sold……getting old….I’m sure that the light makes us stronger
Around for another spin shall we go round again until next time
The bounty is pulled from fruitful places as the floor gets colder and dry
I’m losing time as the clock erases. This fall back has darkened the sky
Looking back I can see the sunrise and feel the temp starting to soar.
I don’t need no reason I give back this season and all of this wet and cold
This shouldn’t come as a surprise. You know next season you’ll realize
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18. |
Almost
03:40
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Recall
We almost had a chance to have it all
But almost, is nothing at all
Just a point of pride before the fall
‘Cause almost
Is nothing at all
And when the springtime comes
And everything’s still numb
I would crawl, still in your thrall
To hear your laughter down hall
‘Cause almost
Is nothing at all
Almost…is nothing at all
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19. |
She Loves Me Not
02:51
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My Love thinks I’m crazy
Despondent, dark and lazy
I snap back like a slingshot
Then wimper out of earshot
She loves me
She loves me not
Nothing ever pleases
Like hunger that increases
Tied up in a love-knot
That tightens like a slip-knot
She loves me
She loves me not
She loves me
She loves me not
All the Lords and Ladies
From the dawn of time
In Heaven as in Hades
Rotting on the vine…
Then I’m sad and lonely
Broken, fat and homely
Safely out of earshot
Living in her blindspot
She loves me
She loves me not
She loves me not
She loves me not
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