1. |
Sylvania
01:35
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"Is that hail? Holy shit."
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2. |
Shadow Traffic
01:44
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We go from hidden driveways
to shadow traffic
blacktop leading to a backdrop,
backlit
A better commute
in radio times when
the streets have fleas
between where the lines end
What am I, your chauffeur?
What am I, the livery?
You belittle me,
'til it cuts down to the middle of me.
We move in atlas van lines
get necklace tan lines
"one time only"
special offers
Helvetica suits
medical times when
the manes will lead to a sneeze
in the lion's den
Her bridges, crumbling
Her plumbing is rusting
We're driving from something
to nothing
What am I, your chauffeur?
What am I, the livery?
You belittle me,
'til it cuts down to the middle of me.
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3. |
Just So
02:28
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It's a misplaced heart of gold
that needs it just so
You'll unfold as it unfolds
and it's just so
Such a gentle stranglehold
Hit or miss or hot and cold
I believe so
You'll unfold as it unfolds
and it's just so
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4. |
My Kiss Is Off Your List
02:38
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You drew the floods
until I'd had enough
of this
and I'm off your list
And I'm off the grid
you're off, offering
something
I've squarely missed
I know what I did,
cause I did it.
I couldn't keep the lid on
It was so much like
a transcript,
the minutes
from beginning it to finish
I wish I'd left you right
right…
In time it'll serve me right.
I'm calling my own bluff
haven't you had enough
of this?
cross me off your list
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5. |
On Board
03:11
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Alone again,
I get to thinking about the big x
bid the best,
and heading fast toward the Delaware.
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6. |
The Baldwin 60,000
01:33
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7. |
Sois Delgado
02:32
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¿Porqué?
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8. |
Meteoric Rise
01:51
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You took too long to decide
what you thought you thought
was right
You put all kidding aside
in an attempt to make light.
You go off on my even hand
You tip scales and motion to whales
to give a buck to the elephants
You're surprised when everything fails
you deny the evidence
You'll even go off on my even hand
Take a tip from the meteoric rise!
The prehistoric demise
in favorable light.
You took too long to decide
what you thought you thought
was right
You put all kidding aside
to get your name in the by-line
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9. |
Beloved Cub
02:02
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10. |
Unfun
02:57
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11. |
Astrocytes
02:15
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They'd given up
on what they shouldn't've:
free love can't buy me oil.
Their children, coddled, spoiled but unloved,
doing what they shouldn't've done.
That's what we've done,
and done, and done.
Astrocytes, astrocytes can ignite
in a bright flash of light
with our synapses firing.
And we won't calm down.
Dad comes up,
a cigar box full of drugs,
saying, "C'mere son,
what have you done?"
"What Jesus wouldn't've done!"
That's what we've done.
Watching 'em
watching us learn from 'em.
Arteries, arteries
part of me wants to be
at the part of the heart that's beating.
But we won't calm down.
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12. |
Hub City
02:21
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13. |
Rock 'n' Soul Part 2
02:34
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Our cousin just saw Hall and Oates
at a balloon show.
He said the crowd went 50 rows,
I suppose.
It sounds like a dance, a stance,
with your hands on the neck of a guitar
And at the birth of rock n' soul
could they've known?
Daryl to John, "This shit is gold."
"I suppose."
It sounds like a dance, a stance,
with your hands on your hip
it sounds like a dance, a stance,
with your hands on the neck of a guitar
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14. |
Puppet Jobs
01:56
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You're not missing anything,
You'd end up in the same place,
Only this way, we're one step better,
we're unhappy
You're not missing anything,
It's a sunshine state of the union
in a state in the backwards limelight,
like puppet jobs, we're unhappy.
We're unhappy.
We're unhappy.
It's a dilemma
then, then, then, you try
you try to get it back
but you can't get it...
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15. |
Hard Right
01:58
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Overnight, we fell on hard times
it's still a far cry.
They took the national anthem and panned it
hard right
they took a hard line
and pushed a harder line
but there's still love in the W. era
After years, the fear is
that the calls of the fallen
will have fallen on deaf ears.
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16. |
Phone Call
01:20
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You give me nothing at all, save for a phone call.
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17. |
Dark Part
01:53
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All our plans have fallen through
All our hands point at you
All our palms open
to no one like we've ever seen
and there's no chance in hell
we'll skip the dark part of the dream
All our hands point at you
All our palms open
we're soft-spoken; we've broken knees
and there's no chance in hell
we'll skip the dark part of the dream
We won't be subdued
when we've so much to loose
We won't bury our lips
or whisper bits that'd be better screamed
and there's no chance in hell
we'll skip the dark part of the dream
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18. |
Stella's Downtown Cafe
01:09
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19. |
Frost Coated Pies
02:12
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Never falter ... nevermind,
falter or fall as often as you like.
Never bother to apologize,
no sense in baking frost-coated pies
or minting fur-plated dimes
you say there's money and it's coming our way,
then you toss us pennies
like well-wishers at Ben Franklin's grave
or have you forgotten already?
Never the bridesmaid, never the bride
we slip to our paranoid side
Off and on, off and on, on the mend.
Cutting us off here again,
until we steer clear of dear friends.
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20. |
Explody
01:36
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21. |
In Your Cup
01:13
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