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Blue Paint
02:13
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Overhead, the ceiling's painted blue and it is
barely kept just outside of our grasp and we might
reach it if we stood on tip toes on our chairs
And up ahead, and over every hill we cannot speculate
the pavement will continue we might find
ourselves lost in the endless blue paint void
Tumbling round and round
with the engine wining as we plummet down
tumbling round and round
with the wheels still spinning searching for the ground
Boundlessness is not the sort of thing we tend to celebrate
we like our bedroom walls that we can
decorate with fiction, block up our windows
and insulate our walls with the conception that
beyond our glass, beyond our yard and swing-set
it is none of our concern, beyond the apple tree...
Tumble round and round
and your limbs will flail in desperate search of ground
Tumble round and round
and there's nothing you can wrap your arms around
and when you break your voice no one will hear a sound.
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2. |
Literal Walls
02:28
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So now let me set the scene
spent twelve hours watching TV
and there's nothing else that
I'd justify as a use of my time
Let me clarify what I mean
no literal walls around me and
there's no posted guards
as far as my window allows me to see
and I watch the History Chanel a lot
and I saw this special about
a prison that didn't have to worry about locks
'cause there's thousands of acres of forests
you could run if you want they'd even let you walk
cause there's nowhere you could go
exploring new frontiers of bored
there's no point in opening doors
and I haven't seen my
shoes in so long I don't know where they are
there's no point in looking for them
there is no foreseeable end to this
grand experiment testing effects of lack of stimulation
on subjects isolated and indifferent
and I watch the History Chanel a lot
and I saw this special about
the old west that told me you would have been shot
if you walked around carrying a gun at your side
like they always did in all of those old movies
but who wants to believe that?
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3. |
Even Square
02:37
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Even square tiles of concrete
fill the holes the workers tore
and even square tiles of concrete
line the way to your front door
Even square tiles of concrete
in all directions stretching out
twist and turn down every side street
connect to every pastel house
On my list of things to do
regardless of how much I grow
gain access to a time machine
and kick my ass eight years ago
but even if they chopped off our heads
we could still sing these songs
the bloody stumps of our necks screaming
kiss me kiss me son of god
(If I get my place in this line
I could sit down where I choose
and if the world is on my side...)
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4. |
Dolphin Stryker
02:12
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Your skinny fingers grasp
At anything they can reach
You're shaking with every breath
White knuckles carving filth into your chest
You're sleeping on the streets
Underneath the Stryker's awning
Your face is caving in
Your eyes are wide and your mind is still racing
So wait
Stop stepping on the cracks you'll break your mother's back
Your recklessness has cost you everything
And stop
Your blood is growing thin, the hole has grown too big
Your recklessness has cost you everything
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5. |
Made for Television
03:13
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When the sun crashed through the window
you stood prepared to fight
and I watched it loose the contest
to be the hardest on my eyes
cause you had made its glow to be your own
and I could barely look at you
you're a white hot blur on my horizon
and you're fucking up my view
but the scenery grabs me by the eyes
and I have no choice but to stare
as your opponent walks through broken glass
and you're remaining standing there
and I don't know what I was expecting
but I'm surprised at what I get
some moments call for storm clouds
even if you don't get wet
so when the rays come like a semi truck
across the densely traffic-ed lane
if you would dive behind the Kustom stacks
then I would gladly do the same
cause I brought two copies of the script
so I can help you with your lines
this is the scene where you ask for a shoulder
and I offer use of mine
so in the shrapnel storm of broken glass
if you could find it in your heart
to embrace your made for TV role
and just play your god damned part
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6. |
Corkboard
02:17
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The stupid thing is I know just exactly what I'm up against
and no strategic planning is going to save me from defeat
and yet I'm stockpiling all my maps and .. and ammunition
and sailing towards the front line with no plans of retreat
and all because I was too dumb to play it cool
to refuse invitation
to adhere to simple rules
the kid with the empty corkboard is not prepared to fight
has no grasp of the etiquette
is dead upon first sight
when August came around I was too frustrated to follow through
I found enough restraint to stop begging for replies from you
choke the air supply behind our moving lips
let my pen scratch all the shapes it wants but let your eyes never interpret it
Like a stack of scratch off lotto tickets in the end
the few rewards I get from you couldn't pay for half of what I spend
the kid with the empty corkboard is sailing towards the land
with reckless disabandon he will run aground again
(Editors note: Of my greatest musical regrets, my failure to realize that "disabandon" is in absolutely no way an actual word is amongst the greatest.)
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Broken Machine
02:19
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Up in the sky is airplanes and clouds
not the people who died, cause they're in the ground
and they're all still alive, just not at the moment
and so it goes
I think I agree, for lack of a better theory
I wouldn't know, but it makes me happy
and that's all that counts, it keeps out the ulcers
I get from thinking
that hell is a place that someone would send me
for having my doubts about magic zombies
and that's not to say I've something against it
that's not what I mean
but I can accept when you flee the scene
you're a broken machine just an empty body
but why should that mean the things you said yesterday
cease to matter?
And you could suggest that I'm full of shit
because I rarely let myself think about it
and these are the songs I refuse to write
I can't be exploitative
but this is the truth and it doesn't seem sane
just to block out the shit that envelopes my brain
and I have earned the right, I'm not screaming for pity
Just acknowledgment
You're alive, just not at the moment
and that shouldn't negate all that came before it
you're always alive in 30 years prior
and so it goes.
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8. |
That Specific Moment
03:01
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Everyone applauded then
regardless of the outcome
in that specific moment
in that specific moment when it
seemed that your ambition
made up for lack of talent
it all seemed so exciting
in that specific moment
but it seems that since you got the hang of it
nobody whats to put up with your shit
and now that they are onto you
you can't get their attention, you just
force the elevation
of drunken conversation
and now that they all eye the door
just what the hell is the stage for
it just gets so depressing
it just gets so depressing
so you make it clear you'd rather not be there
and somehow you still expect them all to care
the clapter never wavered when
the talent was emerging
in that specific moment
in that specific moment when it
seemed that your potential
was limitless and reachable
in that specific moment
in that specific moment
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