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All the Red Flags
03:48
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keep poking around and making corrections
and cut off the tips and smooth out the edge
while seeking perfection
to work so hard it becomes a profession
well don't look now it seems it all
has become an obsession
all appointed saints and thieves
oh well, what's the difference
with static interference?
all our lives looking for something coming from nothing
hungry eyes need something coming from nothing
disappointed holy beings
oh well what's their message?
keep clinging to that vestige
all our lives looking for something coming from nothing
hungry eyes see something coming from nothing
keep digging around and searching for answers
and then touch the sludge and fill up with poison
while eaten by cancer
mind, body and soul they cry out for rapture
well don't look now our every moment
is already captured
all appointed saints and thieves
oh well, what's the difference
with static interference?
all our lives looking for something coming from nothing
hungry eyes need something coming from nothing
disappointed holy beings
oh well what's their message?
keep clinging to that vestige
all our lives looking for something coming from nothing
hungry eyes find something coming from nothing
when we see them, we raise them
all the red flags
through these glasses they look like roses
the map to hell is drawn with foolproof plans
means of thriving or just surviving
sifting through our hands
oh
all appointed saints and thieves
oh well, what's the difference
with static interference?
all our lives looking for something coming from nothing
hungry eyes need something coming from nothing
disappointed holy beings
oh well what's our message?
keep clinging to that vestige
all our lives looking for something coming from nothing
hungry hearts become something coming from nothing
every stone turned 'round and problem corrected
and yet the leak's still there and just as feared
it's a wasted obsession
well head my advice and hear my confession
a panicky heart can only start
to ruin perfection
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been searching all my life for the dum de dum
for a tune that gets stuck in your head
and follows you around 'til you're dead
and says all the things that i want to say to you
a la de da oh
but I get it wrong and it all sounds dumb
a la de da de da oh
oh well now take it from this fake soprano
on his midi grand piano
abundant songs on every channel are a fantasy
there hardly is a chance
for songs to strike a vein of gold
to earn a second glance
and stay with you 'til you're old
in a landfill full of discarded burnt CDs
(keep drowning in your fragile mediocrity!)
i've given all my time to the dum de dum
for a tune that drills deep down inside
and finds a place in your heart to reside
and says all the things that i want to say to you
a la de da oh
but I get it wrong and it all sounds dumb
a la de da de da oh
oh well now take it from this fake soprano
on his midi grand piano
abundant dreams grow stale and banal, it's a fantasy
there hardly is a chance
for songs to strike a vein of gold
to earn a second glance
and stay with you 'til you're old
who am i to ask for bread
if my records can't be sold?
and if i can't make you dance
then i'll start to rust and mold
is there a melody that's worth a billion bucks
so i don't have to keep living my life in flux?
and not to sound alarmist
but all us starving artists
will go hungry tonight
and
next
night
i'm spending all my time on it
i'm searching all my days
i'm wasting all my life on the dum de dum
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3. |
Precious Domestic
03:36
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who lives in these homes that line up the street?
and who warms their hearts by the furnaces heat?
well what's the conversion rate that landlords use
to grind our lives in to mailbox money?
you say that you're backed
by what's good and right
well take a look at your books
we bought you your house
you owe us our homes
who ducks from this rain underneath these eaves?
and who sits on this porch with the sycamore leaves?
well fuck the rationales the rich use
to squeeze our lives in to spending money
you say that you're backed
by what's good and right
(beige and white)
well take a look at yourself
we bought you your world
you owe us our lives
how many billions of years
will we trade and beg for permission for survival
from those who never even have to ask?
this must be freedom in disguise
to gaze out upon the shining city
it's elevated, far from reach
we're out of sight and we're out of mind
where we wait with our power
we will not be pushed from our precious homes!
you can't press us
you won't press us
home is precious
home is precious...
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they're driving you crazy
some mean and some are lazy
they're never quite the same as the time you first found comfort
in the funny little stories that they told to you
they're driving you batty
some sweet and some are bratty
they always seem around so why ever worry about them going anywhere
with or without you?
but your breath is always gasping
and your chest you're always grasping
so quick, while there's still time
tell them that you need them
so quick, while there's still time
tell them that you love them
they're pushy they're stoic
today they seem heroic
they're never quite the same as when the memory of their face
slips through your arms
they're hard to follow
you call out their name
weird, they do same
their voice ain't quite as heard as it's fading away in the cold night air
so thin and hollow
and our clock is always ticking
one day we'll surely find it sticking
so quick, while there's still time
tell them that you need them
so quick, while there's still time
tell them that you love them
i want to give you my whole world
i'd stop its spin while we both twirl
while holding you i can feel the pulse pick up
it's ticking minutes to midnight
a time that takes another of our days
with my heart on my sleeve
will you come and retrieve it?
don't you know that i love you?
don't you know that i need you?
so quick, while there's still time
find the beauty that's fleeting
so quick, while there's still time
let's feel our little hearts beating
the minute, the second
these moments have been reckoned
you may never get another chance to wake up in the morning
laying next to them
in a world of blue
they hug you, they kiss you
wow how much they've missed you
they'd open up their door and let the warmth bring you inside from
the cold night air
they'd have no issue
so quick, since there's not time
before it all will fall apart
tell them that you love them
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5. |
I Hate Guitars!!
02:38
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with some room to fill
and an hour to kill
swell up with empty noise
to fit these thoughts into bars
oh god i really hate guitars
from the burning bridge
turn it up a smidge
clipped and rough at the edge
to try to rock with the stars
oh god i really hate guitars
they're always so cheesy
like Santana or something
got me feeling Smooth-brained
it really hurts my head
and if i'm being honest
all the anachronistic, narcissistic rockstars
all seem like me
(oh wait, anyway...)
with some dime to spare
unearned pride to pair
this band could be your whole life
come on and jump in my car
oh god i really hate guitars
middle class and white
at the power and light
that stage could be your whole cage
get out and run very far
oh god i really hate guitars
they're always sounding so crunchy
like Nirvana or something
i'm feeling real big-brained
it really hurts my head
and if i'm being honest
all these anachronistic, narcissistic rockstars
they're all exactly like me
(oh no!)
if i could just shut up and sit here silent in the moment
without a thousand screaming chords to hide my insecurities
and all this damage left behind
it is not cool, it is not fine
do better, be better
just try
(well, anyway...)
from the burning bridge
turn it up smidge
fortunes spent on broke strings
and callous formed on the scars
oh god i really hate guitars
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6. |
Signs of Life
03:39
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don't you wish you could kiss and hold her?
every minute we're getting older
please remember when we're colder
i'll struggle for words but word never come
dumb tongues and their dumber languages
is this resolve or just persuasion?
heads turn to the sky searching for signs of life
every effort unrewarded
teach the dogs to whine
our lessons learned
we feel that burn
it lives inside our minds
is pain the way to gain
when no good thing can remain?
it's still tearing at our hearts
(we know)
don't we think we've had enough?
(well let go)
don't you wish she showed warmth and kindness
even when you act cruel and mindless?
please forgive me for all my blindness
i struggled to grasp but the grip never held
dumb limbs and their dumb pervasions
is this a visit or just invasion?
guns point to the sky searching for signs of life
every effort unrewarded
teach the dogs to whine
our lessons learned
we feel that burn
it grows inside our minds
is pain the way to gain
when no part of us can remain?
it's still tearing at our hearts
(we know)
don't we think we've had enough?
(well let go)
to some wretched off world home
where nothing lives and nothing grows
and all those cracks begin to show
how beneath every stone
there are layers of bones
piling on
and on and on
on and on and on and on
and all this life keeps piling up
is it enough to fill your cup
and reach in the chest
and grope for the pulse
and pull out the beating, rotting, burning heart of darkness
don't you wish she was close for comfort?
now all we know is the pain and the hurt
please excuse me for napping in dirt
we struggle to live but life never sticks
dumb fears and their dumb conclusions
is this the truth or more delusions?
ears press to the chest searching for signs of life
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7. |
Flash of an Eye
02:44
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hydrogen sulfide
carbon monoxide
we could die in the flash of eyelash
tumble in to me
we'll crumble to nothing
but at least we're not alone
poisonous gasses
corrosive acids
we could pass in the blink of an eye wink
please let me know
please let me hold you
while there's still a chance
with just one glance
if we could be together would it be the same?
the repetition dulls the blade
and yet despite we've felt the stab before
i'm still here waiting by the door
for a little more, for a little more
hydrogen sulfide
carbon monoxide
we could die in the flash of eyelash
tumble in to me
we'll crumble to the sea
we'll return to sand and foam
poisonous gasses
those corrosive acids
we could pass in the blink of an eye wink
please let me find you
so i can love
while there's still a chance
with just one glance
if we could live forever would it be the same?
eternity would quench the flame
and yet despite the fact it all gets blown away
i'm still here begging you to stay
one more minute, one more hour, one more day
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if these cigarettes are all that keep me going
what am i gonna do when once i quit?
will the world all of a sudden just stop spinning?
would i be too scared just to look up and notice it?
if my memory of you is all i'm keeping
why's it seem like maybe that's too much?
when forgetting you or dying are all the options i have left
and my body starts to tell me i've not yet lived long enough
maybe it's time to empty out ashtrays
and not remember your phone number
and i'll forget which day's your birthday
i would like to
go to sleep and not have dreams
i'm standing next to you
i don't know what i'll do
sometimes lying to yourself feels so much better than the truth
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