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Today a drop of semen, tomorrow a pile of Ash
I sound like I look, like I'm about to crash
My hands are made of briar my heart is broken glass
Lets get down to business; I'm in it for the cash
The world is full of hazzards, the drains are full of clogs
I here to discuss your hygenine not hear your monologues
The pigs are in the meadow pretending to be frogs
The devil's in the ghetto slow dancing with the fog
Everybody hates the shit I do
Rip thinks the worms are too good for you
Eating broth made from a thorn bush, bread made from cement
This is what we get for being arrogant
There's monsters in the hallway, but we're invisible to them
I was impressed the prison mess was so decadent
Everything I make is a waste of energy
Don't get caught up in my wake, its an emergency
I'm trying to relate, but I'm doing it poorly
You're more foreign to me now then you ever meant to be
Everybody hates the shit I do
Rip thinks the worms are too good for you you you
I dared a generation to rob me of my soul
I'm not sure I have one, but man I'm on a roll
I've said ten thousand words that will someday take a toll
How could I know the future would be so emotional?
I never had instructions on how this should go
Amidst all this destruction, you'd think by now I'd know
Some day you'll find these songs and say "another one of those
That spent his life composing and all his time alone"
Everybody hates the shit I do
Rip says the worms are too good for you
Maybe I'm not well adapted
Success depends upon being well crafted
If it were up to me I'd never leave my room
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2. |
Escape Hatch
03:30
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Escape hatch
Where did it all go wrong
It's a disaster
The paint is peeling off the walls
Down to bare plaster
Do you hear the jungle drums
Warn of an attacker?
They confuse your senses dull
Your pulse is racing faster
I can't get the escape hatch open
Be careful which way it swings
I'm not certain but I'm hoping
Beware the doll that sings
Where did it all go wrong?
The woods are becoming soundless
We're jumping in dry leaves
While mute panic surrounds us
Where did it all go wrong?
I thought we'd planned it better
She wanted to stay out night
But her parents wouldn't let her
I can't get the escape hatch open
Be careful which way it swings
The deck is soaked, the latch is broken
The gates of hell are string
When did it all go wrong?
You were fucking a cheerleader
Because she'd cheer you on
No matter how you'd treat her
When did it all go south?
This storm is a disaster
Stop here and hear me out
I thought I could out last her
I can't get the escape hatch open
I took a pill for block the sun
I took another and now i'm hoping
To forget that you're the one
I can't get the escape hatch open
All other options are closed
I can't get the escape hatch open
We weren't safe, we weren't even close.
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3. |
Don't Open 'Til Leap Day
04:16
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You said just be yourself
I don’t like myself that much
You said love yourself first
I think that that's enough
And after all we've done
this is all we get
I was looking for some action
I am my own assassin
And the shit I used to like
Don't seem worth my time
I see myself in you
I think that we should screw
You're in The Big Bubble
In school they called you trouble
Outside it's just rubble
I've mastered being subtle
Stand in line and be on time
I was looking of the sun
And that's when time just stopped
That's when the plot thickened
But I just felt sickened
I can't get a job here.
They all talked to each other
I'll have to change my name
Just to get an offer
There's pictures of her I
Some clear and some are hazy
You said you were an optimist
I said that your just lazy
I want to leave the place I live
Do you need a reason?
I try to do it right
I guilty of high treason
Stand in line and be on time
You said keep up the fight
The devil's getting dressed
He looks a lot like me
But I'm not impressed
You've been gone so long
I’m almost used to it
I don’t know whats true these days
I talk so much shit
I’ve been playing so long
I have arthritis in my fingers
I’m not great on guitar she said
Nor are you a good singer
I’m gonna set my car on fire
To get some heat to linger
I'll swing on a chandelier
And mimic The Snakefinger
Stand in line and be on time
Because its in my nature
Nature’s got me in a trance
She left me her number
Saying thanks for the romance
When I leave I'll leave a note
Don't open it until December
Maybe then it will make sense
By then you may remember
She held on to my hand
When I took my last breath
She rolled her eyes and sighed and said
Can’t we get on with this
If you see me on the road
Pretend it isn't me
I'll do the same for you
Like it was meant to be
Stand in line and be on time
I'll keep working
I'll keep working
I'll keep working
I'll keep working
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Mr. Rhythm's Good Advice
06:26
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An ocean made of plastic
It’s fantastic
Elastic
Body lotion
Drastic
Coca Cola Classic
What’s the commotion?
Whip it out, a devotion
To a souvenir Sphinx,
It’s not what you think
That’s how it goes
The Colossus of Rhodes
Why are the pyramids
Made of Emma stone?
So alone
Tossed around by primitives
Traction unlimited
Insignificant
Don’t pretend
In a decade we’ll be them
What fun
Making bricks out of mud
In the back yard fly a grass hut to Mars
I used to be nice
I used to shoot dice
I used to watch Spice
Between blurry lines
"Don’t let your dick run your life"
That’s Mr. Rhythm's good advice
I’ll never win a Moon Man
You know the end is too soon, man
Eating jelly with a spoon, man
And here I change my tune, man
Knee deep in brackish water
From the first time I saw her
I could tell she was our daighter
The cops finally caught her
Tryin' to steal a flying saucer
I tried to fix her headphone jack
But I couldn’t find the solder
I used to be inside her
A Large Hadron Collider
Diet pop or cherry cider
Bright and getting brighter
You just want to fuck her
But I’m a super conductor
She said "I suck
But I’m no sucker"
Life in Vineland
Garbage islands
As big as Texas, it doesn’t vex us, solar plexus
Don’t correct us
Artificial fishes granting wishes
Eat a Rubber Ring, it’s so delicious
Dirty dishes,
Sid vicious, the fictitious
Member of the Sex Pistols
Dr Jones, can i get a witness
Blister pack, Jack Rabbit, Magic Jack
Giving all the mermaids a thrill
Water pistols, shoot to kill
Easter toys made in China
Winding up on Easter Island.
Oh Poseidon
Whats my sign man?
You look good in that polyester
Tits like Carol Hester's
Spanish boots of imitation leather
A West Marine ocean tether
Under the weather
A real treasure
Let’s keep it together
But I never met her
It'd be her pleasure
Red sky at night
Sailor’s delight
Make it lewd
We both eat seafood
Not a lot
Marianas Trench, full of pop tops, crop tops,
Straws and cyclops
psi-ops
Sneaky strong corporate cops
It’s glorious
Shiva is furious
You're ignoring us
Who is victorious?
Could it be that there’s more of us.
Soda jerkers, bottom lurkers, phony burkas
Our legacy sexting the police
In an emergency
Toss your phone into the sea
Turn on its GPS
That’s how we’ll reconnect
Self contained under water breathing apparatus
Strapped to a cactus
And hung on the lattice
What’s your marital status?
Meet me at lake
Tell me what’s at stake?
This is our life electric
Lost in the wake
Living with you was a piece of cake
Protect i or wreck it.
Intersect it or reject it
No belief in magic
Everyone is bored.
The only one that’s real here is Traci Lords
The last time I saw you
You said your were done with all the voodoo
Praise be the Ancients of Mu Mu
With your guru, planning what to do
But for me, I’m with Vishnu
Im with the avatars of Krishna
Hare Rama but I still miss you
In all the trauma
That we’ve been through
The bottle’s empty
It doesn’t tempt me
I'm your ghost
But who sent me
I can’t repay what you lent me
Resent me
I’ve got plenty
Tia Dalma
And the late Brian DePalma
Spoke at my alma mater
We got lost in the Bahamas
I voted for Barack Obama
And I'm sick of all the drama
No quarter
For what I didn’t order
Hoarders cross the boarders
Make way for the reporters
Looking for supporters
That was when I could ignore her
New jersey
Don’t worry
I can’t see
It's getting blurry
This motel smells like curry
Time to go now
We better hurry
Manic Preachers in the bleachers
No one’s teachers
Double features and new sneakers
I used the wrong wire and I blew out the speakers
Pleasure seekers and secret leakers of
New Wave Hookers
Pressure cookers
Crooked onlookers
Cookin' the Bookers
You had your own but then you took hers
Could it bewhat shook her?
Poor old Jimbo
Dead and gone
Buried with his boots still on
Found him in a French church lawn
Mojo risin' with the dawn
Why save it, we can throw it away
Its okay
I heard you say
You're gonna be next Sasha Grey
Or Dorian Gray
In DeLorean grey
Tattle O’Day
We had a band and we wanted to play
No pay. One Way
Lay Lady Lay
Time For Noisy USA
Hitachi, you know every make
Hibachi, you came to eat steak
You said that its gonna be great
Put on the breaks
It's not 1998
I am awake
Car hops in skates
Know my name for goodness sakes
I do what it takes
Easy as cakes
I can spot all these fakes
Save your grief, I'm a common thief
Save me a seat on the Great Barrier Reef
Don’t eat meat, it’s okay if you cheat
You're past your prime but is that a crime?
If there's time I can stop on a dime
That’s about all I can afford
All this other noise can be ignored
Don’t act like you don’t know the score
Artificial platelets
Everybody fakes it
Everyone is bored
The only one that’s real here
Is Traci Lords
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5. |
One Mississippi
03:43
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6. |
Middle Age
04:18
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I heard that it can be argued
That you are the living proof
Work hard and sacrifice too
You will be rewarded
Maybe for some this is true
But it didn't work for me for you
When everything we make or to do
Is gone or distorted.
Now nobody sees U.F.O.s
And there's nowhere new for us to go
And even if we wanted too though
We couldn't afford it
Your heroes have killed themselves yes
On purpose or by accident
Now the only ones that we have left
Are no longer touring
Oh middle age
Oh middle age
Its the silver anniversary
But feels like it was yesterday
In that time we've not had much to say
This is our life our life at 40
There's nothing new under the sun
The killer is still on the run
You're not even sure how to get shit done
Help me, Mr. Gordy.
Do machines know how to think?
What would they think of your kinks?
And what you do when you're all alone
Would they support it?
You know its true so cop to it
But you don't know when to quit
Floating in space like the Voyager 6
Un-escorted
Oh middle age
Oh middle age
The jokers are wild and suicidal
There are no hall passes here just crocodiles
No Popsicles
Obstacles
Ways to the hospital
Take a big bite out and smile
Bobby Eaton the great, is late for a date
On Jupiter Station and I can relate.
I don't know what they mean by a zero sum game
But you win when I lose again and again
I've had enough and I'm calling your bluff
With the god of gods oh Supreme Krishna
We chant your names a holy mantra
Hare Hare
We parked outside of Morrissey's house
With no intention of getting out
Or ringing the bell or starting to shout
I don't think he saw me
I've had my share of water and gin
With Miracle Mike the Headless Chicken
Before we reach mars in the end
Repeat back my safe word again
I keep missing my favorite bands live
You don't even tell me they're gonna arrive
But man it looked like a good time
Philly;s not really that far of a drive
Oh middle age
Oh middle age
I'll meet you at the Hoover Dam
You'll know it's me by what I have planned.
At least I'll have somewhere to land.
Make way boys
I'm here watching for ghosts again
But no matter how high I am
When I close my eyes and count to ten
I never meet them
So, ready or not here I come
I have wishes, 1001
But none of them sound like much fun
So its your choice
I never managed to have any kids
Where I sit, the couch smells like cat piss
It's true it's as good as it gets
Hallelujah
The jokers are wild and suicidal
There are no hall passes here just crocodiles
No Popsicles
Obstacles
Ways to the hospital
Take a big bite out and smile
Friday the 13th won't show me no mercy
There's nothing left of me here Mr. Deputy
The safe is empty it just sits there tempting me
Lock me inside and swallow the key
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Oh Hey
02:34
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Can you feel time pushing, pushing back on you?
It's natural to do
What do you think would happen if came with him
Did you think you'd be on top forever
Sonny Jim?
Brace yourself for the coming storm
Sit close we'll both stay warm
and If I prepare it makes it real
And then I'd prefer it surprise me still c'est vieux
Oh, hey
Haven't I seen you before
Let's sneak outside of the back door
and we can leave together
Oh, hey
I'm stranded at Base Camp on Everest
How'd I get myself into this?
Trouble's on the horizon like we feared
Chaos is rising in the atmosphere
That much is clear
When I see you it's actuallement déja vu
And then the air leaves the room
And then just like that you don't give a damn
Everyone make way For the big flim flam
Just like we planned
Oh, hey
Haven't I seen you before
I gave you a lift to The Barn Door
I've known you forever
Oh, hey
Oh, hey
Haven't I seen you before
let's sneak out of the back door
and we can be together
Oh, hey.
Oh, hey
You seemed so susprised to hear my voice
It's been so long, you didn't have a choice
I lost you forever
Oh, hey
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8. |
Valediction
03:26
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Let me tell you what I like
Luna Blue and Michael Stipe
The moon is high and So am I
If you weren't so uptight
You could spend the night
We're leaving late
And the road is rough
I wish my love for you would've been enough
It's different now
That Joe is gone
He had a pretty girl from
Vietnam
I tried to go out and
Get one of my own
But every time I came
Her boyfriend came home
The last time you wrote you didn't sign it love
You signed "I wish my love for you would've been enough"
I wish my love for you would've been enough
I've been told that I'm no good
Been think of movin'
Maybe I should
In California
They're growing grapes
The only thing growing
Here is more mistakes
It's reach for God or to hell with it all
I wish my love would've been enough, that's all
We drown is spirits
And are scared of men
Shaking hands with the newly dead
I want to go back and try again
"If you mess with time, it messes back," you said
When things got tough you really called my bluff
I wish my love for you would've been enough
I wish my love for you would've been enough
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9. |
You're Cool Now
03:50
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I loved sweet Sara Jane
But when I met here she didn’t use her real name
I don't know her but I remember her face
I wonder if she ever thinks of this place
I worked in a fish bowl just for a day
I didn't know I'd have to work with snakes
I jumped the tanks and swim with the rays
That's how Steve Irwin died on videotape
That's how it sometimes goes
Life is a magic show
Going too fast or either too slow
That's how it always is
Life is just taking a piss
No reward but so much risk
I love Shirley McClain
Some Came Running and some stayed the same
She played a dancer and she played a trick
The way she died in that made me sick
Life's just a lava flow
Disrupting a fashion show
Deciding too late it's time to go
Life is a tidal wave you
With nobody left to save
At least you can say that you were brave
Although we had to go
Before the stars explode
It was better that way you know
The cracks barely show
So, I'll see you there at last
Man we had a blast
It was a hell of a black mass
If anyone asks
I love being out on a limb
On a Jungle Jim or on Vicodin
Here comes Father Russell and he lookin' quite grim
You right I kind of look like him
Life is a grinding halt
A full frontal full on assault
Its easy to pretend it's not your fault
Life is just an avalanche
Alone and without your pants
This is what we call romance
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I wanna thank my maker
For nothing
A shitty Baker
You seemed embarrassed to know me
You should be
I wonder every day if I made a mistake
Leaving my last job
That’s a long time to do anything
I never let it define me
Which was fine by me
But now I feel stuck in the country
Off the map
Everyone’s moving all over the world
Going from LA to LV to LDS to LSD
And look at me
Sleeping on the floor
And nothing more
I remind myself I didn’t have
Any time or money
When I worked there either
I’ve had the same PA for twenty years
My amp shorted out when I tried to fix it
I can’t afford to buy new equipment
Same drums
Same three guitars
I look up at the same stars
From the same lame bar
I started taking these pills
To replace the other better pills
I don’t like how either of them made me feel
Nothing’s real
Too many coincidences
When I think of it
I’m sick of it
I’m not as angry as I was
Maybe I should be
I did the fucking right thing
That’s how she put it too
The fucking right thing
Ok sounds good
What now?
I can’t even imagine an audience for my shit
That guy said we were ahead of our time
And split
His cousin hanged himself
And yet our time has not come
Look at what we’ve done
It’s out of time
If I’d realized in my twenties
I was as messed up as I am
What would I have done differently?
Now I feel guilty just reading
Breathing not leaving
Believing that I still have time
I imagine myself in ten years
And I can’t see myself anywhere
Except sleeping in the streets
In a warehouse under sheets
No heat
And although I see it coming
I don’t know how to stop it
Over the hillside
Just out of sight
If this reads as my manifesto
Presto, get it off your chest
Oh if you’re not so impressed just go
Make up the rest for yourself
If you’ve made it this far
Hi hello
Maybe someday sons of bitches will pay
Maybe someday sons of bitches will pay
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