1. |
Crane Your Neck
04:42
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Vertical slums, rhetorical qualm
We hid our faces from the bomb
Drain your life from the poison balm
We’ll feel the heat when it drops
Ripped from space and spit out on a curb
Merry Christmas you punk little bastard
Barebone backs and skin defects
We weren’t designed to withstand the blast
Anarchy climbs to the top of the peak
Hoisted by late nights where we used to speak
Powdering blue on a gospel of youth
Reaching for God, delayed by the proof
If we fuck up, well I guess that’s for good
Reduced to vast ash to stain awful wood
Backyards burn and icebreakers melt
We mocked the sun and now we were dealt
Splinters hide among a field of hay
Never knowing what needle will put you at bay
Squirming in a chair cause you’re scared to death
Squint in the distance just to see your breath
It's better to flee than to flat out die
Stay up for hours to attend the sunrise
Screeching bird perched on the rack
Why did you feel the need to come back?
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2. |
Sun Sets Low
03:04
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When the sun sets low and the clocks don't chime
And I'm running away from all you chemical minds
Wave your face from side to side
Everybody knows that it's boring to die
Everybody quiet now
Everybody silent
Everybody walking round' this town feeling violent
Everybody quiet now
Shut your mouth
Cause I don't know if this deal will go south
This deal will go south
When the sun sets low and the clocks don't chime
And I'm running away from all you chemical minds
Wave your face from side to side
Everybody knows that it's boring to die
Killers in the kitchen
Killers in the yard
Feeding you the things you wish you could discard
Killers in the lobby
Killers in the town
I hope this thing don't spread around
Spread around
When the sun sets low and the clocks don't chime
And I'm running away from all you chemical minds
Wave your face from side to side
Everybody knows that it's boring to die
What if the sun refuses to shine
What if I never take what's mine
What if the clock refuses to chime
Crosses its arms and bides its time
What if the sun refuses to set low
And I never learn how to let go
What if the sun refuses to shine
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3. |
Think So
03:24
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Find me with the nine tails
Locked up in the closet
And maybe I’ll be sweet then
But I don’t really think so
Ramble, it’s easy
Find something in it
Maybe I’ll be sweet then
No, I really don’t think so
I took the city bus
and breathed hard as ever
The window’s so cool
I don’t really think so
I’m very scared of being here
I don’t know who to talk to
It’s ice cold walking
I don’t really think…. no
Hunt me down for relief
Yell at me and break my teeth
That’d be better than the silence
Replace my worry with senseless violence
Please stop blinking
Please stop thinking
Drive your fucking car, you’re sinking
Please stop blinking
Please stop thinking
Drive your fucking car, you’re sinking
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4. |
Waste of Time
03:42
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Quietly unassuming
Sitting with a beautiful body
Everyone's turned to using
Handiwork looks shoddy
Sitting down to slow
Eating at my conscience
Flying with the lowest of low
This place makes me nauseous
Say you're there
Say the rain is tired
Say you're scared
You were never bothered by me
Say you're there
Say the rain is tired
Please, please
I don't wanna live my life
I don't wanna be confused and boring
I don't wanna live my life
I don't wanna tell that kind of story
Oh my God!
Crying to me when you don't know what to do
Oh my God!
You could never let anyone pass on through
So take your shot
I don't wanna live in a world spelled sometimes
No you're not
And I don't wanna waste anymore of my time
I just wanna end it in the car sometimes
I just wanna ignore all the road lines
I just wanna end it in the car sometimes
Cause it'd be easier than being here, right
One two three four
Waste of time (x3)
It's a waste of time
It's a waste of time
No more reason and no more rhyme
I can feel the burning on my insides
I can feel the burning on my insides (x2)
Oh my God!
Crying to me when you don't know what to do
Oh my God!
You could never let anyone pass on through
So take your shot
I don't wanna live in a world spelled sometimes
No you're not
And I don't wanna waste anymore of my time
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5. |
She Should Walk
04:04
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I had a dream in which you were a king
And you spit out your kidney like it was the thing to do
Torched all the people that lived in the village
And so many pillars went to rape and pillage
Then you took off your ring cause you were unfaithful
Yet not to your wife but to God near the stables
You shot up a horse, its mane made for riding
Add to your kingdom while busy dividing
And angrily storm while the crier is crying
Like you control weather, whether people are dying
And all of this land is so hard to tend
Nine times out of ten it’s not work it’s pretend
When you sit or you stand for a standing ovation
And protest the people who are minding probation
And drink from the dregs of the fountain elation
And find out just where everyone else is stationed
Master is minding his own masturbation
A capital time for capitulation
I’ve got pretty hair and a great motivation
Consume and then consummate that plate’s there for tasting
Hell, oh Hell, she’s not doing very well
The aromatic air is not good for the heiress
To say she should walk though would probably be heresy (x2)
I had a dream in which you were a king
And you spit out your kidney like it was the thing to do
Torched all the people that lived in the village
And so many pillars went to rape and pillage
Then you took off your ring cause you were unfaithful
Yet not to your wife but to God near the stables
You shot up a horse, its mane made for riding
Add to your kingdom while busy dividing
You cut off the head of each one who might utter
And taste for the third time your great tasting butter
I had a dream in which you were a king
And it doesn’t mean a thing
I had a dream in which you were a king
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6. |
Gun Control's Over
04:13
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Gun control's over, we've all settled down, neighbors have started to come back around. Blindfolds in an alley, don't dare make a sound, I don't want to picture the hospital gown.
Gun control's over so we can now party, you got what you wanted, to fill up your lobby. The storm's now quiet, just one less voice, go head tell me how you liked Illinois.
Ray drank himself to death, never went pro or stayed up late. A minor fracture flooded his brain, it doesn't take much, but that's just what it takes.
There's no more presents under the tree, just leftover needles attacking your feet.
I saw the planes circle overhead, momma said they'd come, but they never did.
Gun control's over and we're farther from peace, I no longer talk because it feels like I'm free. Forgot my dress shoes for months in your car and that didn't matter cause I knew where you were.
Gun control's over and I hit my first deer and now they're related and linked to my fears. Everyone's kissing and falling asleep and I'm wide awake cause that's more like my speed.
Ray drank himself to death, never went pro or stayed up late. A minor fracture flooded his brain, it doesn't take much, but that's just what it takes.
There's no more presents under the tree, just leftover needles attacking your feet.
I saw the planes circle overhead, momma said they'd come, but they never did.
Gun control's over and now I feel safe, it wasn't the distance, I just fell out of place. Every break-in will be on t.v., thieves and the anchors, keeping it clean.
Gun control's over and we still killed the bees, don't start telling me how crime has decreased. Gun control's over and she's still on her knees, you cut out her throat, she was just seventeen.
I don't care what took Ray's life, case in point, your loved ones will die. Mountain Road on Saturday night, gun control's over, and he still crossed the lines.
There's no more trees, birds or the bees, but gun control's over, so sharpen your teeth.
There's no more trees, birds or the bees, but gun control's over, so sharpen your teeth.
Gun control's over, so sharpen your teeth.
Gun control's over and gun control's over
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7. |
The Car
06:39
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Pulled up the car, get inside
I’d like for this to stop so we can hide
Find a mountain home, I want a view when I am old
You never stood straight, you just kind of fold
I never had Bonnie, I just had Clyde
And for some odd reason, I romanticized
While I was obsessed with striking gold
You stood by this marriage as it turned to mold
You never stood straight, you just kind of fold
You never found warmth, you preferred cold
And who the hell was I to cast stones?
Remove who we are, then we’ll find room
“California, we're not in love”
We were just there when push came to shove
Pull back the shades and perfect a knot
Do as you're told, exactly how I taught
Buying that land was the first thing we faced
Finding a yard where our children could play
“California, this was a mistake”
All these men and their wives demanding you pay
You never stood straight, you just kind of fold
You never found warmth, you preferred cold
And who the hell was I to cast stones?
Remove who we are, then we’ll find room
Threw a dog a bone to see if he'd react
I'm ashamed cause I still want it back
I knew no evil in this house of mine
It's funny how those things change overtime
You never stood straight, you just kind of fold
You never found warmth, you preferred cold
And who the hell was I to cast stones?
Remove who we are, then we’ll find room
Please stop the car, remove who we are
Find a way out, pick a different route
Please stop the car, remove who we are
Find a way out, pick a different route
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8. |
Ornithology
03:15
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Ornithology
Nobody’d ever wanna talk to me
Ornithology
Get the hell away from me
I was twelve when I realized
That Houston was a city
And not the name of some guy
Sitting at a space station
Trying to keep it all together
Ornithology
The worst thing you could say to me
Ornithology
Please don’t look at me
Ornithology
A cursed word left in history
Ornithology
Said so disgustingly
It took me seven more years to realize
That nobody likes me
Nobody wants me
Took me seven more years to realize
That I was all the things you read about
In your books on Ornithology
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9. |
Hector 3 (For the King)
04:49
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Hector had a beautiful body and a doctor that liked him
Hector had his head in the clouds and his feet on dry land
Hector had a beautiful body and a doctor that liked him
Hector had his head in the clouds and his feet on dry land
Hector had his eyes on the prize and everybody behind him
Hector had a wonderful job a house and a wife and
Two kids that would visit on Christmas cause they really liked him
Hector had everything a man could want so why then
Hector went down to the station just to make a statement
Hector stayed a year in a tend with a flask and a blanket
Hector cut his leg on a rock while he was running away and
All the color drained from his face he was unable to take it
Why oh why oh why
Goodbye goodbye goodbye
Oh, I am crushed by all the weight of inconsistency
I am killing I have killed but they were killing me
Oh, I am crushed by all the weight of inconsistency
I am killing they have killed but they were
A beautiful body absolutely no time
A beautiful head with beautiful insides
A beautiful body absolutely no time
A beautiful head with beautiful insides
Beautiful outsides
Beautiful insides
Beautiful outsides, yeah
Everybody’s saying something’s wrong with me
I can’t take it laying down quietly
And if I go and kill myself that might just be
Everything you wanted now wouldn’t that be
A kick in the pants yeah knock in the teeth
I think it might be enough to make you believe
That everything I’ve done it was all just for you
Don’t start this shit if you can’t see it through
Hector had a beautiful
Hector had a doctor that
Hector had his head in the
(Dad, dad, dad!)
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10. |
The Alamo
03:59
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So maybe I died at the Alamo
So maybe I died in a past life
Where the sky meets the earth
and no one will hurt
Maybe I died at the Alamo
Maybe I should’ve died at the Alamo
By the rocks and the bugs and the trees
I just wish I could go back there
But that’s always been my disease
My car sits outside cause I want it to
My eyes start to close cause they burn
There’s a black cloud of fear hanging over me
Cause I never learn
Maybe we all should’ve died at the Alamo
Maybe it’s easier that way
Cause there’s so many things I don’t wanna know
It didn’t use to be that way
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11. |
Up to Your Waist
03:57
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Someone that I know knows the ugliest chords
It’s in their head, in their hands, and their souls
Yesterday was nothing, I’m just used to the cold
But tomorrow means I’m just growing old
Scratch your knees, the rule of three, let me tell you something that I think is sweet
Every night at home, you don’t skip a beat
Skip the curb and fly your drone, hide your face in the face of unknowns
And you bite the hand, the one that feeds
In a pile of your own shit, you can’t swallow or smile
And that trail of salt goes on forty miles
Your belly will flutter and try to rewind
If you can't break a habit, then make a design
Well we went downtown and I clung to the wall
And it wasn't a ledge but I knew that I'd fall
Inspired by motion, you drift in the ocean
Fluorescent lights on a standard occasion
Scratch your knees, the rule of three, let me tell you something that I think is sweet
Every night at home, you don’t skip a beat
Skip the curb and fly your drone, hide your face in the face of unknowns
And you bite the hand, the one that feeds
Bend your arms and dot the lines, I hear every party is a hell of a time
The water’s up to your waist
This is unsettling, you always write what you wanna forget
You don’t owe me anything
I spoke to God and he said he’s moving west
If you don't mind I wish you the best
He said let’s talk about what’s on all our chests
I know you know that I don’t know the rest
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12. |
Grand Central Station
05:33
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I imagined you and you imagined us
I imagined a windshield being shattered on the bus
I imagined a scene in which I couldn't stand
I imagined our wedding taking place in the sand
I imagined the shells growing mouths so they can speak
I imagined a week in which you didn't talk to me
I imagined the flowers growing legs so they can run
I imagined a shooter and I imagined his gun
I imagined all the spots in which you told me to hide
I imagined a bathtub and all our old nights
I imagined a scene in which the muzzle didn't flash
I imagined your face and reimagined all the glass
I imagined the checklist and everything we did
I imagined the first time that I really felt your skin
I imagined everyone just trying to breathe
I imagined the shells growing mouths so they can speak
I imagined a plain where we grew into ourselves
I imagined a story that I didn't have to tell
I imagined a doctor reconstructing all our cells
I imagined a dream in which I didn't have to dwell
I imagined you and you imagined us
I imagined something different than what happened on the bus
I imagined a seed growing place in your heart
I imagined your skin feeling better with the scars
I imagined the static being drained out from your head
I imagined the console, I imagined the Corvette
I imagined a deer sitting calmly in your lap
I imagined all the faces that you made in all your naps
I imagined a gift that was never truly wrapped
I imagined a scene in which your body didn't snap
I imagined a life feeling better with mistakes
I imagined a scene in which you tried to hit the brakes
I imagined a dream in which I felt your embrace
I imagined a scene in which you made it back safe
I imagined the odds you didn’t want me to see
I imagined the shells growing mouths so they can speak
I imagined a place where I wanted to die
I imagined a meadow that opened to the sky
I imagined a thing or two that came true
I imagined a man that wanted to be moved
I imagined a dream where I found new desire
I imagined that you loved me all through the fire
I imagined everything I thought I once knew
I imagined everything but it stops next to you
I imagined the sun and how low that it set
I imagined the lobby, I imagined your dress
I imagined the bird but it felt like a mask
I imagined Illinois and I imagined your dad
I imagined the battle that took all our lives
I imagined the jeeps and how you tasted Like Wine
I imagined an owl and a king and an army of teeth
I imagined the shells growing mouths so they can speak
I imagine the fields looking better from afar
I imagine the flowers growing up through your car
I imagine you and you imagine us
I imagine staying home and never taking the bus
I imagine a plain where our bodies grew to speak
I imagine the shells drifting back out to the sea
I imagine you and then you imagine me
I imagine the shells growing mouths so we can speak
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