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Every Word
01:14
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I’m gonna sing my songs, it won’t take long, I have no patience or time... I’m gonna write my book, I’ll let you look, then we’ll burn every word alive! We’ll burn every word, we’ll take every turn, at a speed that’s absurdly high. Until our eyes catch fire, we’ll run til we’re tired in hopes that we’ll feel good tonight.
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Leaves on Grass Pt. 2
02:10
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All my ideas are stuck in the past - I write the same words, I sing the same songs, over and over again, these leaves on grass never seem to blow away. I don’t mean to panic, but I always do! Every month or two! The same walls come closing in on me - it don’t make no sense, I’ve got more than I need. Try not to be selfish and bitter and mean it’s the same old new me I’m trying to keep at bay while the radio plays the same song over and over again...These leaves on grass are the beginning of the end
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World Slowed Down
01:55
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And the world slowed down - you said you only want to hear the new songs! And we called you out cause you’re always singing the old songs out loud around town, with your thumbs to the sky and your head down - cool kids, in-crowds, have a hard time keeping secrets - loose lips, loud mouths - at least I can form an opinion. For this, I am proud.
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Pop Music
02:58
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Pop music is king, and we are its queen, and we should call BS on all that it is. Forever and ever! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! We’re all so sad we think everything’s funny! We make jokes upon jokes, we look for attention, we’re all overplayed songs on heavy rotation. Forever and ever! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Since I’ve been young I’ve been taught your success I should envy! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Forever and ever! We’re all holding on cause this has to get better...
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Sick
02:53
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I’m a circle, I’m a square, no, I’m a rat underground. Living off the chickens’ food,I don’t like to go to town. I feel sick. You say at least I’m feeling something. I’m drowning in mistakes, I’m too ignorant to read, all the fine print in the handouts handed out to me. I feel sick. You say at least I’m feeling something. I know I’ll never let you down, though. Mumble my feelings through these songs, always coming around to coming out of this shell...I’m not an actor, I’m a clown, no, I’m a bear dancing on the stage, doing all these dumb tricks, hiding all this pain. I feel sick. You say at least I’m feeling something.
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Same Song
02:49
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I’ll be in the kitchen listening to myself singing all my old songs. In my head I’ll be wishing you come and hum along til the chorus comes on. Then we’ll sing the same song we’ve been singing all along. We’ll sing the same song, same song. I’ll be in the backseat reading the lyrics to all your old songs. How it is you’re not famous is the one thing in my world, that right now, is all wrong. Cause all your songs have gotten me along, filled up with so much sorrow. The fact that you keep on making your songs, makes me so happy to know you.
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Earnest
02:23
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We don’t know who we are - we’re just nervous! We’re always nervous! And scared and scarred and uncertain - open the curtain! It’s not an end, it’s a start! Sing it earnest, yeah, Jim, sing it earnest! We’re not actors these aren’t parts, though most days I need to relearn this. Go make things, go move parts, trust that gut, trust that bark! Don’t look away, don’t fall apart, don’t spiral in, don’t be so harsh!
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Fence
02:42
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I’ve been living on the fence most of my life. It’s when I’m down, I feel most alive. We all know I’ll be back there when it comes night, drowning in judgment, alive like fire! Sleepless with fear yet full of desire. Sleepless with fear cause we’re all liars...I want you to want to come to your own conclusions! You don’t have to pretend to be strong when there’s nothing worth doing! Your presence is enough on this day I feel like I’m losing!
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Sea Side
02:17
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I’ll meet you at curbside, no, I’ll see you at sea side. We’ll spend the day taking panoramic pictures (You’re a better brother than I’m a sister and there’s a book I’ve been meaning to get you ever since you wrote every day’s a new day on the face of my refrigerator). I’ve been trying to get myself better. Every song I write’s a letter. Whenever I try to get it out feels like return to sender.
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Popes (ALG vs. LITH)
02:18
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All my plans are as thin as thread cause I’ve burned every bridge, I’ve hedged every bet. I don’t know where I’m going, I don’t know what I’m about. Destination failure, I’m not waiting around, I’m not waiting around. All these calls for me to resign - they’re all in my head, they’re there all the time! They get loud in the morning, they get louder at night. They say, “I need you around,” they say, “Let them die.” They say, “Let them die.”
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Novels
02:48
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I’ve been writing novels featuring young adolescents who shun everything their grandparents gave them. It’s not that they’re ungrateful, there’s just a better system, and they’re trying to figure it out. They sing, “They’re should be more than strings of strangers pictures! They’re should be more than counting down the days! They’re should be more than the seeking of approval as a means of finding joy and escape!” It’s just we’ve all been bowled over by these overwhelming feelings to the point of finally seeking professional help. And maybe we should have sought it long before an epidemic made us realize it’s okay to lookout for oneself. It’s okay to look out for oneself.
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Spots
03:14
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The cat’s in the basement, the dog’s in the trees, and my hands are in the dirt. There’s an old grey hen, scratching by me, looking for new spring worms. And I’d like to take a break all day, but then I’d be alone with my thoughts. They’re always running, trying to escape, and they’re hard to get back to their spots. I don’t feel good, I don’t feel bad, I’m stuck somewhere in between. It’s only when I hear the mailman sing, my mind is put at ease...Hello in there, is this Donald and Lydia’s tune? It’s summer’s end, prop the door back with a broom. The flies I hear em buzzing, I’ve got those late John Garfield blues. Under my umbrella, this is my Clay Pigeon for you.
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Sleeves
02:56
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They took the teachers to teach them to teach, and all of the teachers quit. And the hallways filled with substitutes, who could never find their keys. And the principals wept behind their desks in front of the bad seeds. My god these kids, they’ll all turn into people you don’t want to meet, while we beat our chests, sing, “We did our best!” as we slide our thumbs across screens. And shake our heads about whatever we’ve read of others’ misery. We’ll post our prayers, our thoughts and cares, and look for publicity to give ourselves peace, to give ourselves sleep - we’re too scared to wear our hearts on our sleeves.
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The Thought That Counts
01:33
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I know it’s an illusion that’s got me hanging on so tight. Tell myself I won’t confuse it when my head is feeling right...Maybe we all think the same thought, I think this thought in the middle of the night. Maybe this is the thought that counts maybe I’m doing all of this right.
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Chicken Fishen
01:29
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Hold out your hands, I am a new man! Or maybe I am done! Or maybe I am through with the excuses, I’m sorry I’m killing the fun. I’m sorry I hurt everyone. I guess I just want you to recognize me, like I’ve been asking you to do. It’s just I’ve been having a hard time doing what I’ve been asking of you...I guess I just want you to know that I am catching up!
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Birds by the Wave Pool
02:47
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All I see is a note on the table. It reads, “Go be mean! Go do what you want to! Just don’t waste my time! Those bases are covered! Don’t chase those rhymes - you’re so smothered in covers!” Even the birds hanging around the wave pool they go home at night. All I need is a good hear to follow. Say what you mean, get out of that bubble. Don’t say, “It’s not too late, you can still make money you can burn!” Don’t say, “It’s a game, you’ve got nothing left to learn!”
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Werewolf
04:16
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Let’s cut this pumpkin with our sharpest knife, let’s take out its brains, set the oven on high, and sift through the seed like forgotten men, talk about how we’ll all be forgotten. Even me, who’s more famous than you. They’ve been writing about me since 92, when you were the werewolf and I was the king, always doing something interesting. Let’s cut this pumpkin, let’s take out its eye, let’s fill it with jelly, let’s give it some life, cause the people I know don’t go outside - it’s like they’re all scared of Saturday nights. And I’m sorry if I’m coming across too self assured, it’s just strangers, they’ve been liking me more and more. I’m the werewolf, I the king, I’m they’re favorite son, even their kids know my name it’s on the tips of their tongues.
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Plate
03:25
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Everything on my plate is feeling heavy again, and all the songs I sing sound the same from beginning to end. I think I’m letting you down, I think this silence is deafening. Gonna train my words to go cut like knives cause right now my words can’t do anything. My words don’t know where to begin. Everything that I hate feels magnified by tens. Trying to keep these feelings at bay when I know how it always ends. I think I’m letting you down and I don’t like this thinking. Gonna go and work on myself - at least that’s what I hear myself sing when I don’t know where to begin.
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