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Egocentric Lostaholic
03:43
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I need to understand,
Where you come from,
Where's your friend?
Do you do the things you do,
Just because you can?
I really need to know,
Which way the river flows.
Is it upstream in my mind,
Or down stream in my bed?
I saved your life, you say.
Well, I meant to do it anyway.
You were probably too drunk to notice,
And I'm too drunk to care.
I think I just got stabbed,
But I don't have time for that.
I've got better things to do,
Then bleed to my own death.
I really need to find,
The fear that's buzzing in my mind,
And get myself a quiet place.
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2. |
0605 AM
03:49
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Trip of the wall
I'm bound to fall
The floor is cold
You know I really don't mind
Being afraid
This day and age
Cus' being brave
Is such a waste of my time
Oh… and if I get back home
Oh… please be so kind
Oh… I said I'll change before
But this morning, oh I will.
I do regret
I did forget
Your wedding date
Well, I wish you good luck
Cus' I realized
We criticize
And circumcise
The need of being belonged
Oh… and if I don't get home
Oh… please know I tried
Oh… I said I'll change before
But this morning… oh, I will.
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3. |
Broken Bottles
04:51
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Please, don't hung up so fast,
This calling card ain't gonna last.
And lately I've been feeling blue,
When I try to reach you through.
Oh, I traveled a thousand miles,
Still I can not tell you why –
There are million things to do out there,
But I just lay around and stare
These broken bottles,
These broken bottles,
These broken bottles,
On the floor.
So darling, don't you cry,
You know I'm not that modern guy.
I bite and chew more then I could take,
but still I end up working late.
These broken bottles,
These broken bottles,
These broken bottles,
On the floor.
Honey, I can't set you free
It really isn't up to me.
You ain't gonna wait no more,
Well I can't make it through that door.
These broken bottles,
These broken bottles,
These broken bottles,
On the floor.
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4. |
Dream Beans
03:47
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When the four winds blow down eureka springs,
I'll be blowing empty leaves on maple streets.
And when I'll ask myself how come you never run
Myself would say: you know I'm not that one
And it's more, more than I can take
Inspiration never waits.
When the Mississippi mud turns blue again,
I'll be swimming naked with the river man.
And when I finally realize what blue third means,
I'll be home again, in search of lima beans.
And it's more, more than I can take
Inspiration never waits.
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5. |
Modern Caves
04:36
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It lost it's eyesight,
It seems the right size,
To skin him dead and His flesh would keep us warm.
Why is the door shut?
Why is there no light?
Just give us something so we won't long for home.
Let's grab that long pole
And ram a big hole
Into that brick wall, and the flies be buzzing out.
Look at the sunrise,
It's burning my eyes,
We better stay in so we won't end up alone.
It gotten so late,
It must be our fate,
We are nothing but lies like the waves upon the shore.
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6. |
Kick the Bucket
05:15
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Kick the bucket,
At my knees.
Kick the bucket,
At my knees.
Oh lord
Help me please
Oh lord
I need help, please
I'm at ease.
Send me down,
To German-town.
Sunflower river,
Goes underground.
Oh lord…
Help me please
Oh lord…
I need help, please
I'm at ease.
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7. |
Mexico
02:44
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Tell her to pack lot's of things, and
Make sure we got gasoline, cuz'
We're going to Mexico
Though no-one seems to know -
How to get to that hidden state
And I can't think while drinking straight.
Tell her to buy some shoes, and
Get rid of those morning modes, cuz'
No pit stops down the road,
Don't care what her mother told -
'bout outcomes and dead-end fates,
And I can't think while drinking straight
Tell her I broke my leg, and
Find another man instead, cuz'
I'll never leave this room and
I'll never fix that wound
That came out of this empty crate
And I can't drink while thinking straight.
Tell her I loved her so, and
Don't cry as I watch you go, cuz'
No use of milking cowards,
If the milk never sours –
And the hour, is oh so late
And I can't drink while thinking straight
And I can't think while drinking
can't drink while thinking
can't think while drinking straight…
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8. |
Next Incline
04:03
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Here come the wake up noises
Here comes a long gray veil
Here comes the daily breakfast
Of coffee cups and traffic jams
Here comes a sunny morning
Here comes safe hoariness
Here comes a lonely winter
Up the spine and through the brain
Here comes the pain.
Here comes a tall dark beggar
Here comes the best of friends
Here comes a sweet sweet promise
turned out sour in the end
Here comes the pain.
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9. |
Pick Up the Phone
06:56
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Pick up the phone, Pick up the phone,
Is there something going on?
Sun is down,
Sun is down,
And not a call returned.
I hope you're not lying in a ditch by the road.
Pick up the phone.
Your mother's gone,
Your mother's gone,
She left me, all alone.
I'm safe and sound
Safe and sound,
In this full-grown storm.
The devils got you son,
Stuck in a hole on the ground.
Oh look what I've done.
Pick up the phone, pick up the phone.
Is there something going wrong?
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
The devils got you son,
Stuck in a hole on the ground.
Oh look what I've done.
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10. |
4th Wall
04:15
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It's not quite the wall,
And it's not quite the bed.
But I'm stuck, child, and I don't know.
Let it go, child, let it go.
No longer sense the taste,
The point, and all the rest
But it's fine, child, it's comfortable.
Let it go, child, but don't let go.
Don't know why I'm so unstable,
My legs are willing and able,
But my soul just falls apart.
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11. |
Mori's Song
03:59
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You never wake up alone,
Always hand out a smile,
To those who ask,
And just set the records straight.
You never pick up the phone,
Always turn up late
And contemplate,
About the Christ in every man,
And then pretend,
You never came,
So they could say:
It takes a special kind of friend to reach the end,
But please understand,
Don't grab my hand,
And never trust the holy gracious medley band.
You never stay in one place,
Always up on your toes,
All in good faith,
But then everybody knows,
You never meant to stay,
And you're just the same.
Said you'll change,
But once again it is six-o-five Am,
So storm the gate,
And please refrain,
From taking the girl of another man,
Unless you can,
Keep telling lies,
And blame sweet Jane,
or was it Bill,
I was never good with names.
But please understand,
Don't grab my hand,
And never trust the holy gracious medley band,
Never trust the holy gracious medley…
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12. |
Truth Be Towed
05:33
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Thus ends the show
No flashing parties
No fireworks
Just me and you in a car
That should have been sold
That should have never been bought
We are last in the line
Of fallen men, who froze in time
And it's not talent, it's just bad luck
We rather drive, than admit we got stuck
In a moment
In our prime
Like a child with old stale toys
This is what we came to do
Now enjoy
Oh my worried Blues,
Fuelled with guilt and unpaid dues
Oh my selfish luck
Take away this driver's block
Oh my reckless car,
Who am I talking to?
Oh my reckless car,
Just the radio…
In a moment…
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