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Intro
00:35
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Blackboards and Desks
04:07
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You were a shiny new coin from the pocket
I’ve been green copper for years
You entered the room, me, I felt nothing
Forgetting the unpredictable
I see your portrait through my eye’s corner
You just see straight through
I move closer to you, but it means nothing
It’s just to feel a connection
‘Cause you are beautiful, I am a child
Neither of these things, neither of them relate
You are a voice, I am a whisper
But nothing works with these two
Accidental hand brushes will happen
But my stomach jolts anyway
A friendly hug turns into a sigh
Light pat on the back becomes heavy
Notes serve as a mask
Pianissimos drain me in
The rhythm of morning, the silence between
Grace falling over the ictuse
But you’re still an angel, I am a student
I feel a cliché transgression
You sing like virtue, I stand and watch you
Averting my eyes from your glance
You are collected, your smile is fire
I’m none of the above
You are a blackboard, I am a desk
Let crescendos bury this
You are beautiful
But I’m so young
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3. |
The War Stays Raging
04:14
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The War stays raging. I stay pacing
You keep smiling and I’ll keep buying
Life keeps speeding, proceeding,
Propelling me forward again
This world wasn't made for you and me
It was made for people we ain’t never gonna’ see
And we may work real hard and work real fast
But here's the key:
As soon as we're done the moment will have passed
You you sing to me, baby
You sing the whole night through
You sing to me baby
You never understood
I'm working, traversing fourteen hour days
Building platforms for your theater of war
We race and trace, retrace and re-race.
The ground you penetrated with bombs and blasts
Fears and whores for miles
But after it all will I still be the place you call home?
You sing to me, baby
You sing the whole night through
You sing to me baby
You never understood
You never understood
I worked all night and I worked all day
To build the bomb that blew you away
And here's the key:
I did finish and you did die
But the war we're raging isn’t worth paying with our lives
You sing to me, baby
You sing the whole night through
You sing to me baby
You never understood
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Independence day come reaching ‘round the corner
There’s nothing left to do but wait for the rising tide
I stumble across the beach, toes gripped fast against the sand
And shoot up a firework as a warning sign every once in awhile
Will the days rush by?
Or will they disappear before my eyes as if they never passed?
Maybe I’ll call you in the morning, ask you how you’ve been
Will I get your machine again?
Take your time, but not too long
All I’m looking for is an answer
Independence day comes creeping ‘round the corner
I take my car around the block a few times to speed things up
Maybe I’ll leave this town on the first wind coming from the south
But I’m scared of where I’ll end up
Don’t believe a word I tell you ‘cause it’s just the way I feel
Who knows what’s really there underneath the rubble?
Smile once again and alleviate this heavy state
I swear I’m still here
Take your time, but not too long
All I’m looking for is an answer
Just hold me
Independence day comes streaking ‘round the corner
There’s nothing left to do but wait for the rising tide
It rages up around my neck now
Maybe I’m waiting for the tide to go out
Take your time, but not too long
All I’m looking for is an answer
Take your time, but not too long
Maybe I’m searching for the question
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I wish I were a man so that urination would be convenient
I’m sick of all the running faucets and pack mentality
Standing would be much nicer and I could mark my territory
With the world as my urinal, I think I’d be happier.
I wish I were a man so I could make more money
I’m sick of all the worrying about bills and sexual harassment
I’d fill larger venues without removing a single garment
With the industry in my favor, I think I’d be happier.
I wish I were a man so that you would take me seriously
I’m sick of all the nodding smiles and, “you must be PMS-ing”
I wouldn’t just be a pretty face, I’d be regarded for talent
With people seeing me eye to eye, I think I’d be happier.
I wish I were a man, but couldn’t give up being female
Despite all the advantages of being born with a penis
I wish I were a man, but I wish that men wished that they were women sometimes
I think we’d all be happier.
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It’s just another word while you lay on the floor
And you gaze around the room like you haven’t before
And you scratch your head twice, thinking about what to do.
Take a run around the block just to pick up my feet
With the wind in my face and the air so deep
My future’s in the stars but I haven’t figured out what it means.
Don’t say a word
It’s all right.
You fall asleep at three in the afternoon
Wake up half past nine with the same old tune in your head
And you can’t quite remember how it really goes.
But your eyes they turn a different shade of blue
And they light up bold as if you never knew
That it could brighten up the dense night sky.
Don’t say a word
It’s all right.
And your ears they scream as if they never heard
And you paint the earth gold
You prefer to do more than defy.
It’s just another word while you lay on the floor
And you close your eyes and smile like you haven’t before
And you imagine yourself at the bottom of the ocean.
You wobble so close but you don’t have a chance
‘Cause you’re always half stoned and faking romance
And you and I both know you could do better.
Don’t say a word
It’s all right.
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Maybe this time you could just walk away from your man-made disaster
Maybe this time I’ll shed my skin
You’d be better off if you learned to sit still
Take your hand off the trigger—you can’t afford to lose
No need to break it down, it’s just a distraction from the truth:
You are the drama you find in your life
It’s taking a toll on every inch you touch
Take your hand off the trigger—you can’t afford to blush
Wake up
I know you can’t seem to wake up
Step by step you’re destroying what’s certain without a second thought
And later you’ll claim you’re finding yourself
Take your hand off the trigger—you can’t afford the fall
If you weren’t such a liar you wouldn’t lie to yourself
You never learned to forgive before you forget
Go stare yourself in the face for just one second
And take your hand off the trigger—it won’t make you right
Wake up
I know you can’t seem to wake up
Oh, I know what I’ve been told
I’ve heard it many times before
But pull yourself together
Or we’ll crumble up for sure
Wake up
I know you could
Crawl into my arms
I’ll take you home
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8. |
The Darkest of Hours
04:06
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In the darkest of hours I’ll match it to the teeth
To promote an unwillingness to commit to disaster
There’s a shadow creeping at the end of the hallway
With a price to settle and ulterior motive
Twisting beneath the sheets, I abide to such laws
A weakness within I have yet to resent
You’ll break down all logic until there’s nothing left to argue
And everything is individual
I won’t be the result of such failed promises
On an evening to be described as hazy at best
With a voicemail that should have never been left
Your honesty is a game with few set rules
Yet I always seem to find myself stumbling through
When you look me in the eye I want to believe you
I want every syllable to dribble out truth
Perhaps my expectations are too high
I can’t afford to be the result of such failed promises
And I’m staring at the ceiling hoping that something will change
Or maybe I’ll find an easy way out
Is time the key? The missing piece of this puzzle?
Or am I just shooting for another dead end?
It’s times like these that I wish I understood
That I knew how many glasses of turpentine it took
But I’ve failed once before and I’ve got no excuse
Just thoughts on occasion that can’t be refuted
I’m not the result of any failed promise
I’m the change at best and the cause at worse
Just don’t leave me hanging as to which one came first
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9. |
Paper Airplanes
03:06
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Pick one or the other ‘cause god knows you can’t have both
You’re a paper airplane with no direction
Staggering your breath so no one can see you sweat
Knowing at the surface you’re all talk
You’re only talk and I’m only a distraction
You’ll take any excuse to avoid self-reflection
And I may have no idea how I met you
But you have no right to believe I don’t see your bullshit
I know what I am; I’m just a replacement
For whatever convenience I wanted to stick around
But why am I the next name on your list?
Do you think that I just didn’t care?
You’re so simple minded, how can you be the judge?
Think you’re pulling the wool over
But don’t you know that everyone knows what a sleight of hand looks like?
Why would you be the exception?
Sex isn’t intimacy, sex is an action
Action means nothing if there’s nothing
But if being between a pair of legs is the only place you’re happy
Let your libido lead the way, but it doesn’t make you a victim
I know what I am; I’m just a replacement
For whatever convenience I wanted to stick around
But why do you think that you can just push me around?
Do you think that I just didn’t understand?
Don’t you know you’ve made an ass out of yourself?
I know what I am; I’m just a replacement
But you’re so repulsive; it’s about time this ends
And baby next time you better damn well watch your step
Do you think that I’m just stupid?
I know what I am; I’m just a replacement
But you’re so destructive; it’s about time this ends
And maybe next time I’ll think twice
When I pick my friends
Don’t I know I made an ass out of myself?
I know
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I’m homesick, darling, I’m homesick for your breath
Expand my lungs underneath the palms of your hands
Late at night I imagine you beside me, but it doesn’t change a thing
Come around again, come home.
I lay down by this heartbreak of a city
My limbs feel weak as I gaze up to the darkness
I wonder to myself are you looking at the same sky
I’d like to think you are, but I’d rather you remember.
What have I done to put so much between us?
Deep in, deep out, I want a change in season
Lately I’ve grown quite tired of endless April showers
When will the miles collapse to bring me to your side?
How much more will I bear to take?
What have I done to put so much between us?
I’m ashamed of myself to have put so much between us.
I’m the fool now, darling, it’s a wonder I can speak
I know I’ve created an awful, awful strain
The truth is that I miss you more than words themselves
Every inch of me aches for the simple things.
What have I done to put so much between us?
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11. |
Untitled No. 2
06:02
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Break me down and tell me what you see
A product of hegemony? Am I strong or am I weak?
You’ve finished sentences and said some things in time
It’s obvious there’s something we haven’t given credit for
‘Cause I want to fall asleep to the taste of your spine
But I can’t read anything from your face
And I must admit that I’m terrified to say
I don’t know who you are
We sing along to the four right chords tonight
I feel you tugging at my chakras one by one
Do you feel heartbreak? Do you feel pride and insecurity?
My walls are down—you should be pleased with yourself
‘Cause I want to fall asleep to the taste of your spine
But I can’t read anything from your face
And I must admit that I’m terrified to say
I don’t know who you are
Press your palms to mine…tell me do you feel a spark or a pulse?
But you wouldn’t touch me if your life depended on it
And I feel weird about the way I feel
So I’ll take a step back and hope to make up the difference someday
‘Cause I want to fall asleep to the taste of your spine
But I can’t read anything from your face
And I must admit that I’m terrified to say
I don’t know who you are
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