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Buried Bodies
05:03
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Early riser moving out the trash
Slipping on the mask
Keep ahold of the thread
Before it slips away
Hold this moment
In the stillness in between
The dark, the screen
And the whole world around me
See my buried bodies
Turn on the TV while I sleep
I can't bear to hear myself think
Buried desire hiding in the trash
Waiting on the path
Keep ahold of the thread
Before
La, lalala
La
La la
La, lalala
La, la la
La, la
La, la la
La, lalala
La
La la
Turn on the TV while I sleep
I can't bear to hear myself think
Why are my teeth crumbling in my dreams?
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2. |
Year of the Rat Bastard
04:28
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Born in the year of the rat bastard
Under the sign of the man
With the overplayed hand
Who kept moving the family
Further and further west
I'm trying to outrun the past
Just like all the rest
Do you wanna live forever?
Do you wanna be alone?
There's no such thing as fair
That's just the way it goes
A woman of 100 years, when asked,
"What is your secret," at long last
She said, "I never got married and I still love to dance"
Then she blew out her candles
And shrugged off the past and said
"I don't wanna live forever
but I don't wanna die alone
and there's no such thing as fear
oh, what a mighty illusion we've been sold
but we all have our cross to bear
and a row to hoe.
But what do I know
I'm just sitting here
after all this time
and all these years
what do I know."
I don't wanna live forever
But I don't wanna be alone
There's no more time to spare
That's just the way it goes
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3. |
What a Dream
04:58
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We open on a scene
A sandcastle pail and the smell of bleach
You can see the waves
Breaking up and down the street of dreams
Dangling their feet
Come and carry me away
Pretty please
You can hear them say
This could be my big big break
All aboard my scheme
I can be the bank and you can be the queen
Let's create a craze
Buy up all the haze and call it the new breeze
Sell it to the base
With an aging celebrity face
Add a little sleaze
The Black Friday pileup will make great TV
Moguls and vultures are all that's left to be
Pick the bones and clamor for the cream
Comb the beaches roam the land
And hope that some poncey Dauphin
Will ask you for his hand to keep
His business end clean
Oh, what a dream
Moguls and vultures are all that's left to be
Pick the bones and clamor for the cream
Come to Jesus on your knees
And pray that some showy Dauphine
Will ask you for your hand to keep
Her business end bleached
Oh, what a dream
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4. |
Suspended
05:38
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Here we are shaking it off
The old oblivion
I just opened up the door
And out ran my luck
And just like that
All the money's gone
Just like that
My mother's gone
My, my how you've grown
So, so very soft
Can you even feel
Can we just get along?
Just like that
Our love is gone
Just like that
Can you believe it?
Just like that
Suspended
Every day feels like Sunday now
Now we are dialed up to ten
And there's nowhere to hide
I just opened up the door
And so, so close the sky
And with such timing
We've decided to
Find ourselves
Can you believe it?
Just like that
Suspended
Every day feels like Sunday now
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5. |
My Next New Low
04:26
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I caught a light out
The corner of my eye at 10:39
Friday night
I heard your old ringtone
And the red lights go off
In my occipital lobe
You dipped into an old flame out
You passed by our old haunt
And thought, "what he needs now
Is to know that I'm drunk and alone
and I put on our old song
Say it isn't so"
Now to think I'm just one more
Former resident of the soft part of your heart
One of these days now
I'll get around to finally being alone
And in my mind, oh
The dead horse beat
The picked and the picked over bones
You thought I was weak
But I hold my own
Still you didn't have to go
And ruin Hall & Oates
I hate to think I'm just one more
Former resident of the soft part of your heart
One of these days now
I'll get around to finding my next new low
Yes it seems I'm just one more
Former resident of the soft part of your heart
One of these days now
I'll get around to finally being alone
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I want nothing
NOTHING
And I'm never satisfied
I want nothing
NOTHING
And I'm never satisfied
Cuz with every spark
And every burn
The blackness returns
When will I ever learn
I wanna reach inside your heart
And make you see
That it's empty
No you don't need any of these
Pretty little things
My friend, my man
You can just be
So burn your body of desire
It's an inch deep and a mile wide
In an apt use of your masochism
And flare for the extreme
Spill the blood of your idols
And the blood of your dreams
And in the clearing
When the self is ablaze
See the deep roots
Of the deepest fake
That I am you and you are me
And that we all want to be free
But we don't want to be free
We wanna be amused
We wanna be safe
I wanna reach inside your heart
And make you see
That it's empty
No you don't need anything to see
My friend, my love
You can just be
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7. |
Tiny Town
06:38
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We are barreling down the freeway
Past the shiny new Indian casino
Into the past
Into my old neighborhood at Christmas
And I just can't bring myself
To care that much about
Who will carve up the turkey
And set up the tiny town
Or my mother regressing
Oh, her agony at not having any grandchildren
I couldn't wait to be so ashamed
Or so proud
Now that it's the former
All I can do is hole up
Just to keep from lashing out
I am scared to know where you stand
Because I may not forgive you
And now I'm afraid
That I may grow to love it
To love my unforgiveness
And to hate you for that
And to love my hate for you for that
Hold on to me
You are all that's keeping me
From bursting into flames
She is getting older
And trembling
Trying to hold it all together
Pictures in clay picture frames
I made in the shape of a maple leaf
When I was a boy
And a terror
But you can't tell that from the picture
Now we hang it on a rotating imitation tree
Shall we set up the inflatable
Animatronic reindeer?
That oughta show the neighbors
They sat it all out this year
Hold on to me
You are all that's in between me
And a rampage
Now I'm at the table
Making a garland of popcorn
You are fashioning a Roaring 20s flapper hat
From a paper plate
And we're daydreaming of the soundtrack
And the backroads of our next
Great escape
Where you will choose the direction
And I will find the words
"Love will find a way"
Is something that I might say
Hold on to me
You are all that's keeping me
From bursting into flames
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