1. |
Lonely Mountain
02:55
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Every day ask me for the only way
To rid you of this blue black and grey
But tell me in the end that it always stays
Into the grave
You’re pulling in and wanting to say
That you’ll break and you’re wasted
And I can see it
I can see it in your eyes
You went for love now your crucified
Corner screen watching TV
Till your heart is paralyzed
No more to say the end will mean a lot on a page
But till the papers get back to me on that
I’m afraid I’ll have to sit on your detox mat
You underline your numbers, and pace under a Marlboro hat
But your mind’s eye stays on that lonely mountain
And I can see it
I can see it in your eyes
You got caught on your way to hide
In the screen watching TV till your heart is paralyzed
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2. |
Red Equator
02:23
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Been standing on these people's fingers and knees
Just thinking, "How the hell am I gonna curl?"
With the red equator inches from me
It's like I'm standing right over the edge of the world
Been captivated by this old time light
It's getting brighter but it's worth it to, and I just might,
make a memory of shores wasted by the greed
And send it down to be drowned by the edge of the sea
Been looking down upon the edge of the world
It's getting shallower each and every day
Out of the things that I'd much rather be doing
I do long the most to swim, in a way
I'm looking at you now, the "you" we all talk about
And asking why you're crying till we finally walk out
Of the room cause it's killing us to face the persistence
Of a man who exits hope that he's ever existed
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3. |
Down to Drown
02:50
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Break down the walls
Go ahead and tumble
I’m the one who’s falling down
To each his own
As the sidewalk crumbles
Running left right down to drown
This is it now
This is it now go out
Sit down and stare
Shuffle left then right
Keep you’re shoulders honest, eyes
Look to your left
Notice him beside you
Grab hold tight and break break break
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4. |
Narcotics
01:54
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You're selling narcotics, part-time running
But you're saying that it ain't your thing
You wanna make a crashing impression
on the typewriter boxing ring
You can't cut it out though cause
You're getting eaten by the rug
You got white candy dripping down your cheek while
I'm taking pictures for an art piece
And it made you feel so right
At least it made me feel so right
And now I'm feeding on the memory
Cut-cornered, lonely
Cut-cornered, lonely
You're doing everything to get through to them
But the floor, it doesn't want you to leave
You tremble as you sculpt the aluminum
But in the end the glass'll shatter you bleeding
And now they seem to think there's too much running
But you barely ever box anymore
Your body jumps through a placebo but
Your mind is rotting right down to the core
And it made you feel so right
At least it made me feel so right
And now I'm feeding on the memory
Cut-cornered, lonely
Cut-cornered, lonely
Cut-cornered, lonely
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5. |
Cousin
02:51
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You're taking the road less traveled
On the side you're a wife with a family of four
Since you've been back in the suburbs
I would ask and complain that you'd beg me for me
It's just a little condition
Like the time when you told me about your bed
But that's the only tradition
That we all seem to have when the new year's dead
It's the same thing
But you're just like what the other ones said
You keep the other one's coming
It's a dead dream
Cause you just like what the family had said
You keep me wanting and wanting
It's a guy thing
Because you're just like what my sister had said
You are the only or nothing
It's a love dream
But it's cancer in a normal girl's head
Because you're only my cousin
You're taking a walk
But the weather is fine so I can't come along
You talk talk talk
But my throat's in a cast so I can't, it'd be wrong
I love it too much
The feeling of going, and coming, and living
We're ending it such
But we know that it's meant to start to begin again
And I wish it wasn't true
That at the end of the day
It'd be the same way here in you're bedroom
Shooting heroin, shooting the moon
It is the only say, maybe too soon
But I think that I love you
I think that I love you
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6. |
Trainspotting
03:17
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Got help from the head on the ceiling
Can't let myself look at regret
In a hall stretching further from feeling
Wrapped in a jacket getting hot as cold can get
And then it makes me feel so right
Like I could dance up a staircase
But having you on the curb tonight
Throws me right back under the sheets
Got help from the head on the ceiling
Crash out of the hole in my bed
Pool of sweat for the sober to steal me
Crystalline water breathes and blooms to red
And then it makes me feel so right
To know I'll dance up a staircase
When we're done I'll be out of sight
Like a hole in the water
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7. |
Condors
01:32
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It was the car door slamming down
Something you never seemed to care about
We made friends in an empty room
Married an error in bloom
My name was 'pass' or 'fill-in the blank'
Guess it came out different every time
And the glass from the water we drank
Seemed so ready and willing for a senseless killing
Cut the cardboard, color the lines
Make up a sonnet for the vocally impaired
You trip out now you'll burn yourself blind
But it never seemed to care
It was easy, so easy to see
So easy to bring me
So easy, so easy to see
Yeah, it was easy and willing to bring to me
There was a cruel piano sitting in the corner
Drawn with marble, cut from lint
Ever sense I played it she left me
That one little detail climbing on the ceiling,
Running out the back door,
Jumping for the fire-hydrant,
Flying like a kingpin,
Flying like it's west-bound,
Flying like a condor
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8. |
Straight-Edge Exit
02:16
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Cease to exist
Cease to not exit
Off we go
Nobody ever knows
And you're trapped like me
You're trapped just like me
And you'll never go back
Until you're ready for the end to come
Cease to exist
Cease to not exit
Off we go
Nobody ever knows
And you're trapped like me
You're trapped just like me
You're trapped just like me
Until you're ready for the end to come
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9. |
Aluminum Palace
03:12
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Playing cards with a pair of faces
Doesn't get you any place at all
You're living life and loving every second
Dead in the water, what a wonderful method
Of getting
your callus
Sitting up, way up in the clouds
in an Aluminum Palace
We hit the road and find two lovely lovers
From Mexico, but the Squares are on our trail
Soon to depart, Nick sits flights below
With his feet in a frenzy and a puzzle beyond the plants
You're playing cards with a pair of faces
Do try and shuffle me in when you have the chance
But why
am I
So deeply inclined
And why won't you
Just simply love me too
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10. |
Nick Ignored Us
05:19
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Come and go as you wish
I'm just standing at the door
Nothing here is sold by me
I guess I'm just too flat to be ignored
I told you all about my gray-haired friend
Named Nick who sat and carried his plates down the hall
And if it's worth it to you
I guess you might help him carry them all
Cause that's life, I guess
You find yourself fucked up on stress
And you're reaching for a bonfire
That's filled with that happiness
But that's life, you know
Your downer thoughts they come and go
And you're reaching for a sign
That says "Finish Line"
Come and go as you wish
The snow that I never saw's coming down
When my tendons thaw
Say your prayers and then enlist
Your mind wanders when your head starts to crawl
But that's life I guess
You find yourself fucked up on stress
And you're reaching for a bonfire
That's filled with that happiness
But that's life, you know
Your downer thoughts they come and go
And you're standing on the sign
That says "Finish Line"
We went to Chicago
for that taste of the madness
But it hurt so bad
And we questioned the truth
We wept all tomorrows
Till our bones were made of sadness
But Nick ignored us cause he had much more to do
So I wished I was him
But now I'm reborn
A man sewn, un-torn
And there are more than footsteps
Behind me in the woods
I'm walking down the hallway
With plates in my arms
And Nick is next to me smiling like before
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