1. |
Further
04:22
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We aren't discovering ourselves
We've been discovered
What's next?
I need another problem
Neal Cassidy
Can't go further, farther, faster
You're still first as long as you're not last
Say it
Make it a suggestion
Just put it in their heads
Let's smother it all
No breath, no flame
Know how to stifle yourself
And in the back
Of your closet
There is a loaded gun
In the back
Of your head
Hello, Hello
Oh hell
Oh no
He did it
Somebody did it again
Somebody
Somebody went off the deep end
I'm parked
Just off the back roads
Eating stolen candy
And watching the tide roll in
And there will be days
When it is a burden
That someone is there
Who cares about you
Or at least it feels that way
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2. |
So We're Not Talking
03:53
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Smoking and leaning
Two words that go so well
(well well well)
Together like you and I
But not this person and this person
In a terrible love song
In an ironic comment
In a reflection
In a construct
In a product
Hello I am
You can call me pleased to meet you
And one day my heart will give out
And the let side of my body will fail
And I will cease to breathe
But for now
I need to clean my room
("Frank."
"Yes Walter?"
"All those miles of open sea, a man would need something to keep warm, wouldn't he?"
Two bottles.
"All of them Frank."
"Three."
"All of them Frank."
"Five."
"All of them Frank."
"You got a pencil?")
And I've been falling asleep
To the sound of your mix
Of sounds
Sometimes nouns they stick
Burning wax but not the wick
Sometimes nouns they stick
(Sometimes nouns they stick)
And this is the part where I depart
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3. |
Scattershot
05:53
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I took out my brain at 2:30 this morning
And again at 4
Weighing the options on a hillside
Wishing there was more
Run around the neighborhood
Just discovered outside
Lost across the street
We're lost across the street
We're fine
Early morning fires
Burning in my eyes
Our awful noises make the neighbors cry
(And our awful noises make the neighbors cry)
The world can be a terrible place
But so can I
The signs said 'No Trespassing'
So we took the signs
Run around an hour
Just around the inside
Yet again I'm reeling
Feeling this is so fine
Breakfast of champions
But we've already won
Today started early
Today is so much fun
It's hard to remember to say you forgot
In the time you've been around
But when you're looking funny
I can whisper how
The stop is twisted
Maybe someone's hiding like a little
Playing painter in the leaves
It's hard to forget to remember to say
It's a while you've been around
But when your mouth is feeling funny
I can listen while you stop and whistle
Baby's in the puddle and I'm wondering
What I've got to do to go to there again
My home is right here on your couch
Every night I move in
And every morning I move back out
My home is right here on your couch
Every night I move in
And every morning I move back out
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4. |
Bird's Nest
02:35
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She burned up on the coast
She burned up the coast
Running scared from the sound of the terrible waves
Blood rushing through all the major veins
Another beautiful day
Sweeping down a forgotten fire road
With a rusty barbed-wire fence
That never seems to end
We're getting nowhere
Just like back home
We're just doing it somewhere else
And soon enough
We'll do it somewhere else
Taking time to cut the beams beneath the rafters
I will cut you down and try to break your heart
From dusk til dawn to the grave and forever after
This is more than you and I were looking for
Feeling the fireworks
synaptic relays firing overtime
Working hard for easy answers
Earning two cents every dime
We're getting no place
Quick as we know how
Now we do it on the other side of town
Best of luck outrunning the awful din
Hands all clasped
Fingers, toes and noses in
Moriarty
A never pleasant word
Moriarty
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5. |
(Dogbear is Pleased)
03:48
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(Damn you people! This is golf! Not a rock concert)
And I know
And I know
And I know
What's coming next
Slow burn
Has the sun started screaming yet?
We're only slightly
Stuck in the middle of three
Laughing at the same
Pieces of the elephant and castle
Kostverlorenstraat
Es tu oportunidad
And in the sense I don't say no
You could say that I'm addicted
Who wants which turn?
Please not this time
Throwing faces at the animals
Vandalizing in the afterglow
And the best ideas strike before
The lights come up and show
We're chasing tails
in the center of a roundabout
Alibis unwelcome
Sell them anyway
Put your charm on hold
And take a look
We're three feet deep and sinking
All my best friends say that
Sometimes the bravest acts
Are the most selfish
So plug me in, I've got no plans
Planted like a seed, grown teeming ends
Hands like Mr. Subjugation
When he calls, I tell him I'm on the mend
We only show face in the evening
To make heads throb, heartlike with a word
You don't walk in long strides lately
Is that what you know or what you've heard?
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6. |
Doap
02:42
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Who's cool?
And who's using?
People are a mystery
Someone's a fool
Someone's abusing
Serene and soothing
Yeah
So have another one more
Either/or it's all a bore
Say goodnight
And stop counting stars
Or what's in store
Late nights with your glass friends
Your lighter's lying dead again
Late nights with your glass friends
Your lighter's lying dead again
Late nights with your glass friends
Your lighter's lying dead again
Late nights with your glass friends
Your lighter's lying dead again
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I watched this true life episode recently
About adult babies...
And it was fascinating.
Do you know anything about, like,
The adult baby, diaper-loving community?
Well it's wild, uh,
Let me...
Let me tell you.
These are folks who are adults,
As you can imagine from the title,
Who, uh also enjoy to, uh,
Act as though they are babies?
And so most of them wear diapers,
And it's like a kinky sexual thing?
But I watched this thing about adult babies
And like, part of it...
I don't know man,
I feel so weird about it because
There's like this dude,
And he wears diapers...
And like, his wife is giving him a sippy cup,
And she is hella pissed off because
They were married when he came out to her as an adult baby,
So you know, but...
You look at these people and you're like, 'I get it,' right?
Like, at least a little bit, like...
You know, no one wants to grow up,
And that's really what I'm,
That's-
That's-
That's the-
The piece of this I'm clinging to,
That's like the,
The reason i brought this-
My excuse for bringing this up at least, is that:
The not wanting to grow up thing.
So I get it.
You don't want to grow up,
You want to be an adult baby.
Cause it's frustrating--
I don't like growing up, it's really annoying, and...
I hate the responsibility and the things you don't expect,
Like paying for paper towels, you know, but...
Also...
Adult babies are crazy dude! you should watch that episode!
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8. |
Bill Paxton
03:48
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I didn't want you to think
That I was thinking of you
And the pink paint stains on the highway
It's been a long while
Since I passed this place
Counting rats on the tracks
Of New York City subways
And I forget the meaning
Of sleeping well
Burnt out on another couch
In another town
Who thinks he's coming around?
It's the same headspace
(same headspace)
Working in our own ways
(working in our own ways)
And I think we've spent too much time
Watching the sun rise
It's hit the right stride
(It's moving way too fast)
But the moments never last
(Keep your arms inside)
It's time to take a day
(Stay off the grass)
And stand by the past
(Make a little way)
Some things just aren't meant for you
And the one break is never enough
Some things just aren't meant for you
And I think we've spent too much time
Watching the sun rise
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9. |
Windows Down
04:00
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(The idea evolves)
I'll stop when you say I'm wrong
Anyway, you know I'm not listening
Couch me something new
My lips, my eyes, my ears, my nose, what's next?
Lately it'll be pretty late
Lately it'll be pretty late
We're marking anniversaries
Of the good old days
That we wished had stayed away
Throw me in the LA River
And drag me to a hospital
Cause odds are that I won't drown
But I'm gonna need some help
And she never said anything,
cause she's not real
You can't play the game like that
Throwing heavy questions at the street
We're dressed in our Sunday best
And talking through our teeth,
Mouths shooting off again
B-12 bombers, cigarettes
Riboflavin sugar high
Hello, I'm dying
Throw me in the LA River
And drag me to a hospital
Cause odds are that I won't drown
But I'm gonna need some help
And she never said anything,
cause she's not real
And in these heavy summer days
Everything's always such a mess
I let it go until I need it
Then pull it tight against my chest
I might not like a lot but
I don't not like this.
But what's that
What's that really worth?
What's that really worth?
It feels like my arms have fallen off
And either way it's not my turn
Your heady breath is a roller coaster
Along this old and dusty earth
Just chasing number eight
Just chasing number eight
We're laterally mobile, youthful types
There's not much we can't escape
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10. |
Systems Theory/Ryanomics
07:31
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When will your fists relax?
Breaking contact
Turning around
Stop looking back
No rewinds
While she waits in the lines
We're in between leaving behind
So subtle clues
The greens and the blues
In these dangerous times
In these dangerous times
In these dangerous times
In these dangerous times
(You have not known what you are - you have slumbered upon yourself all your life
Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time
What you have done returns already in mockeries
The mockeries are not you
Underneath them, and within them, I see you lurk)
Then or now
Then or now
Then or now
When you're around
When you're around
When you're around
I'll call when you come around
(til the sweat runs down in rivulets)
Head heavy with the weight of the summer crown
(til the bloody velvet's shed)
Night's off cause the home team won't leave town
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11. |
Beachside
04:40
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One lante, two way road
It doesn't matter which way we go
There's nothing there to stop us
Better stop or we'll get something done
We're rusted up paper clips
We strayed out and straightened, far from this
Everything you'll ever be
Is at the bottom of a bucket of stars
Took off time, got clothes off
Took good, took bad
Til the take was got
We're breaking down the tall, tall trees
For a day in the sun
Top of the ocean
Bottom of the world again
And we've been waiting this whole time
To rearrange the names of left and right
To unpack the frame of this state of mind
Stepped out, set out for something new
New was just a dusty succession
Of old, vandalized benches
Far from anything, stopped writing
Cause I never really have much to say
Until I do
This place is so familiar
With the never-ending insect buzz of the crowd
It's just another king of the world weeknight
But which world am I king of now?
And we've been waiting this whole time
To rearrange the names of left and right
To unpack the frame of this state of mind
Top of the ocean
Bottom of the world again
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