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this to that
01:07
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from this to that... so quickly... everything we had... gone... so easily... but it wasn't... and it aint though... but it wasn't... and it aint though... everybodys gotta feel like these strings sound sometimes... and thats alright cuz lifes gotta bite just as long as it aint chompin all the time... and it isnt... but it is though... no it isnt... but it is though...
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shit gets real
01:01
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life it was bound to happen... sooner or later... yeah its only a matter of time... before shit gets real... and i aint sayin... that i cant deal... no im just sayin i dont always like the way... that it makes me feel... where do we go from here? where do we go from here? where do we go from here? nowhere... yaint gotta move... yaint gotta run... whats done is done... whats done is done... yaint gotta move... yaint gotta run... whats done is done... whats done is done...
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off
01:16
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4. |
go to sleep
01:00
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images repeating... places and smells... memories and regrets... personal hells... go to sleep... but behind your eyes lie... everything... that the bright of the light hides... like a screen... its all always there but just a lot more fuzzy... kind of funny idnit... that when its time to shut down you kick on the reserve... a tank on the back burner... rotten fuel... poorly placed... and now its igniting... go to sleep...
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5. |
yaint gootta be an xmen
00:55
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yeah its a big cloud... hangin over... and its up to you to blow it all away... yaint gotta be an xmen... nah you can be human... weve all got our gifts to share just the same... so why dont you make like storm and send that rain away? easier said than done... easier lost that won... easier said than done... but you can do it... yeah you can do it... get it done... cuz its a big cloud... hangin over...
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6. |
i slip and you watch me
00:57
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always... tryin to get through... through, through metaphor... cuz symbolism sounds so much purtier... and callin things like they are can be so hard... yes callin things like they are can be so hard... tell me like it is... but i wont tell you like it is... care so much i pretend to care and that aint carin at all... i slip and you watch me fall... i slip and you watch me...
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7. |
oh celia
02:19
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oh celia... whatcha wanna know? and oh celia... where ya wanna go? do you wanna know.. what itd feel like... to feel like the others... the others thatve tried? do you wanna go... where the concrete climbs? why ya think youll feel alive... where so much life has had to die? oh celia why? oh celia... you know you aint gotta stay... but oh celia... if you do go away... ya gotta promise... that youll stay real strong... if i had the will... you know id come along... ya gotta swear... that if those pillars do fall... youll make it our alright... and youll give me a call... oh celia...
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8. |
fuck it
01:35
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whyd you go... where you couldnt go? you shouldve known... better... whyd she show... what she shouldntve shown... now youll never... forget her... not much makes sense when youre tryin to make sense of it... you know all this shit we sling its all... hit or miss... and whether it sticks or slides like piss... its all goin down the drain... into liquid bliss...
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fixer upper
01:06
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so you think you wanna take... care of me... wanna project... wanna make me see that i am... and i can be... more than this? well i doubt it... and i could really... give a shit... cuz i know youd regret it... for i am a... weak man... with... no plan... my coals have gone cold... cuz my weathers gone damp... yes i have a... worn will... and it... wears still... and any chance of fresh ink i fear... has already been spilled...
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regrets
01:59
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our regrets... they linger... like bad tattoos... under turtle necks... so whatcha gonna do... about it? you could stay in your room... and you probably will... so take another look at your life... are ya waitin for a change? everybodys playin the waiting game... its so mundane... so full of shame... cuz that game ends... right where it begins... like terrible twisting winds... and that aint a storm... ya wanna get caught up in... cuz our regrets... they linger... like bad tattoos... under turtle necks...
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sooner or later, somehow
02:20
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so much has changed... so much will never be... the same again... no... pets get replaced... makin their graves... under wooden decks... makin their homes... in horse sheds... sooner or later... somehow... sooner or later... somehow... itll all make sense... itll all make... sooner or later... somehow... sooner or later... somehow... itll all make sense... itll all make... we left the old house... surrounded by horses and cows and some others went even further... down south... and the rest are out west now and i know i know... we're all our own... and we travel every which way... but all the same... i miss the old days... sooner or later... somehow... sooner or later... somehow... itll all make sense... itll all make... sooner or later... somehow... sooner or later... somehow.... itll all make sense... itll all make...
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12. |
nobody, sometimes
01:44
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i look at the way everything sits so peacefully... as the colors change... in the evening... as the orange turns grey... and leaves me... nobody needs me... nobody needs me... nobody needs... nobody... sometimes... i shook the dismay as the scene split so completely... as the array of day... got to its fleeting... yes as the night and day... got to their bleeding... nobody needs me... nobody needs me... nobody needs... nobody... sometimes...
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billboards
01:19
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they say the grass is greener... the cup is half full but i cracked a smile... and they called me a fool... a lot of things tend to confuse me... i get stuck inside my head... and more than half the time... the little things seem like giant billboard signs... pointin me in the wrong directions... signs pointin me in the wrong directions... good intentions gone wrong... decent people... singin sad songs... a lot of things tend to confuse me... i get stuck inside my head... and more than half the time even the little things seem like giant billboard signs... pointin me in the wrong directions... signs pointin me in the wrong directions... i get stuck inside my head...
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14. |
red crisp
00:55
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heart like a red crisp... which turns to dust at the first breeze to greet it... like tractor rust(i know rust is the opposite of easy to get off anything but i liked the imagery so fuck off)... oh my how do we age... and oh my how do we fade... and i would like to shine like i was new... but the weather is harsh and there aint much i can do... about that...
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reverse remorse
01:11
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youre so scorched... youre so warped... youre so hoarse... youre so coarse... how could you? why didnt i? how could you? why didnt i? play your sport... run your course... practice your art... play you part... i aint shit... but youre all shit... i aint shit... but youre all shit... reverse remorse... reverse remorse... reverse remorse... reverse remorse...
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very first catch
01:54
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sometimes... you gotta get... to movin... where ya gonna go? you may not know... and ya may not care... ya just gotta go... and thats all you know... sometimes... ya dont wanna recognize... nothin at all... not a bridge... not a wall... not a friend... not a lover... not yourself... and thats alright... because the mystery in unfamiliar things... yeah thats the kind of thing... that tends to bring... the light out in all of us... like your very first catch... a brim turned marlin... a spiky spine... a timeless time...
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dear god,
00:59
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dear god... whyd you give little brains to big bodies? dear christ... whyd you give bumpy knuckles to folks who aint doin right? dear lord... whyd you give big ol muscles to the boys who are just lookin to score? dont you know a shit temper with a strong hands like a sick joke? need i say more? or have you even checked the scoreboard? wake up... its time to work... i see some things that need fixin... i see some things that need fixin... whats up!? i aint tryin to be a jerk... but i see some things that need fixin... i see some things that need fixin...
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waste
01:17
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when you... finally lose your faith... faith... youll... think about all the prayers youve prayed and youll be... slappin yourself... in the face... so it wont be... a complete waste... wont be a complete waste... no it wont be... a complete... waste...
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wish i was carter
00:51
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no gimmicky tricks... for carter... no dewey damp wicks... to barter... still everyones wonderin... yes everyones wonderin... whos workin harder? whos lurkin farther? but carter just wants to do things the right way... and carter dont care much for how the games played... cuz carter does right by his kin his kids his babe...
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picker prodder
00:33
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im a picker... im a prodder... im a mudder(mother)... im a fodder(father)... im a brudder(brother)... im a daughter... im an "ooh lordy lord oh my god"er... im a jab from the back into water... im a wish she'd forget what ya taught her... im a picker... im a prodder...
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in cobwebs
00:46
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take a walk... take a long one... lets see if you cant sort that stormy skull... no need to talk... to no one... thats what you tell yourself... as you leave all your memories on the shelf... in cobwebs... in cobwebs... in cobwebs... in cobwebs...
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we're all insane
00:49
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our minds work in mysterious ways... drifting in and out of clear states... we're all insane... we're all insane... we're all insane... our hearts they tend to carry some weight... leading our minds to sometimes break... we're all in pain... we're all in pain... we're all insane...
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23. |
sky spits
01:34
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the sky spits on us... cuz we done bad... yeah we done real bad... whatcha gonna make of it all... when the sky... finally decides to... fall? no i aint afraid of death... why should i be afraid of somethin i know i got comin for me either way... anyway... any day now... besides what is death but an old friend whos visited time and time again? and what is life but a generous host to keep you comfortable until the end? oh what a theme... oh what irony...so applicable and yet so seemingly meaningless... all of this... and still the sky it spits...
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24. |
this
01:51
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