1. |
World in Swirl
02:48
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I feel the weight of the world
on my head
I wish that I could swirl
down the drain
slip the doubt and
circle faster
drain soaked worries
they wouldn't matter
I put my coffee down
ride my bike
to some friends in town
drink all night
call my girlfriend
while I'm wasted
smile when she says,
"get home safely"
I don't know where my apprehension comes from
I don't know if I should blame my friends
I don't want my life to come to an end
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2. |
Lost at Sea
01:30
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filling the holes in my head
with meaningless social interactions
shoveling tar and sand
into whatever I can
but I wont be lost at sea
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3. |
We will raise a Possum
01:25
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paint can in the rain
bacolod in my heart
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4. |
Cebu
02:48
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56 minutes later
you woke up and looked at me
and you asked how far we've gone
I said you've been out for not even an hour
you let out a graceful yawn
I looked around and flagged a flight attendant
and asked what drinks they had on board
she muttered, "whiskey, brandi, and water... not much more"
I wish I was waiting by the water in Cebu
I wish I was wading in the water in Cebu
I wish we were waiting by the water in Cebu
I wish we were wading in the water in Cebu
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5. |
Stye
01:39
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I've got a stye in my eye
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6. |
Wickenburg
02:54
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I heard you come in
you saw the night mask I was wearing
you laid down too close
I rolled over you thought I spoke
"wudya say?"
posed real soft
"shut the door
today was real rough"
I heard you slip out
in the morning
2am we're being torn apart
by a wild wicked thing that thinks of no one but itself
and some run
and some cough
and some get out of there
and some get lost
I wouldn't mind
getting lost with you
I wouldn't mind
that at all
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7. |
Running Thin
02:52
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running thin of people i know
I'm trying to get used to this world
I get to sit and watch the tv
I get to sit and watch everything around me
Where are you tennessee?
you're the only one i want to see
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8. |
Joy
01:38
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tumultuous room
my stained dress
your words they zoom
you pregnant
your chest
me in my seat
you in yours
you filled with hope
me filled with bore
sullied house
desperate face
rotting cauliflower
rotting grapes
this house it reeks
reeks of decay
but before I die I must say,
"how I hated your joy
how I hated your beam
how you hated my dress and
how you hated its seams"
ba ba badaboda
ba ba badaboda
ba ba badaboba badaboba badaboda
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9. |
Radio
01:10
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you dropped off the radio
about 2 weeks ago
even though I said I don't listen to that thing anymore
empty melodies layered with obscenities
I don't think that's what I want to associate myself with
I tried to explain to you
why I do all the things that I do, but you
just stared at me with that blank expression on your face
I'M JUST NOT INTERESTED IN THAT KIND OF MUSIC
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10. |
Somewhere in my Mind
01:08
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it's no use searching
I forgot I threw out the key
you may look as you like
but don't pray that you will find
for I am locked up somewhere in my mind
I don't make my bed
kick off my shoes
fuck that job
I'm such a slob
no room for you
barely room for me
it's all simple somewhere
in my mind
cuz I am locked up somewhere in my mind
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11. |
Hesh
02:15
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I peered out my window
in early december
I caught a glimpse of
the sun's burning embers
the sky was raining blood outside
i dreamt of fairies
in the air around me
I sang of cherries
sweeter than you without me
I wish you would just come inside
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12. |
Dava
03:20
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walking around this ghost town
nobody's here but me
now I don't know what I'm thinking anymore
but I'm getting real lonely
wandering around this ghost town
everyone's gone but me
now I know why everyone left
but I can't seem to break the spell holding me
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