1. |
Got What Gets You To Go
03:54
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She’s a spark, she’s a loon
She’s a walking, stumbling, tumbling, laughing, crying cartoon
She’s shrieking violence, she’s insane
And he loves her that way.
Skipping naked through the rain
Any chance to wreck her train
In idiom, she’s the life of the party
And against all better judgement that’s the part he loves, he needs.
His thrill she feeds.
When you know what gets you to go
Then that’s what you must follow
When you’ve got what gets you to go
Then logic’s out the window
He’s smart, he’s nuts
Prone to mayhem, inclined to chaos
And when it seems she’s falling apart it is art
And he loves her that way.
She doesn’t care who is looking
Tossing bottles, tossing cookies
Jumping fences, I’m not judging
Lighting fires at weddings, I’m not kidding.
He loves, he needs.
Her lunacy he seeds.
When you know what gets you to go
Then that’s what you must follow
When you’ve got what gets you to go
Then logic’s out the window
You can reach out your hand to that woman
But you might not get it back
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2. |
Invisible
03:37
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I'm Invisible
I'm all done now what I need
Is to wash my hands of all of this, literally
You think you might not know
But I think you might know what I mean
Close your eyes and let me paint you a scene
Palm to palm and tip to tip
A muted prayer escapes my lips
Pray for rain down the drain
But I come up dry once again
The eye looking right through me
Despite being right where I'm supposed to be
I'm invisible, undetectable,
Bordering mystical, why tho?
Apparitional, visually null
How am I so invisible?
Until I'm done, until I hear, until I see, until I sense no one
My mouth stays shut
Be discreet don't wanna meet the feet on this beat
A thinking man on the can, a statue mostly unseen
But the truth is that we only see what we want to see
A red light boring a hole, a-hole, behold this silent enemy
A vapor tone
A ghostly note
A sensor sensed
Its subject incensed
Premature sluice
Torrent let loose
Caboose abuse
A sucker punch
Right to the back
Surprise attack
I'm so visible, totally detectable
Hard-to-miss-able, why tho?
Sadly perceptible, utterly accessible
Fully optical, uh-oh
Am I to be seen, am I to be clean
Or am I just caught between
The light, the dark, the refracted laser spark
The infrareds have made it clear
That they're the ones in charge
Make up your mind
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3. |
The Loneliest Whale
02:45
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Out here adrift, isolated and disconnected
Just doing our thing, haven’t given up yet
Different since dawn, at odds from the outset
Our only choice, I guess, was staying different
52, 52
There’s an awful lot of room between you and the next
52, 52
I think we sing the same tune
We are The Loneliest
We’ve got a lot in common, that whale and us
Singing our songs to vast indifference
52, 52
There’s an awful lot of room between you and the next
52, 52
I think we sing the same tune
We are The Loneliest
There’s no wrong, there’s no right
Just the current that we fight
Doing this even if we’re just screaming to the night
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4. |
Last Chance
03:08
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Sneaking in like it isn’t allowed
Like this isn’t already my house and my wife
My life has shifted course,
Of course it was all on purpose
But that doesn’t make the change any less dramatic
The reactions are now automatic, static and chromatic
Last chance before the morning comes
Before the whip-crack, kick, slap of dad and mom
Commandeers the night
Last chance before we pull up the shade
And expose the silence to a brand new day
Last chance to get away with it
Fast enough not to rouse the troops
Slow enough to enjoy the moves but
Sure enough this window’s closing soon
So now how do we drive away
Those we brought here in the first place?
C’mon, can you give us a minute??
Last chance before the morning comes
Before the whip-crack, kick, slap of dad and mom
Commandeers the night
Last chance before we pull up the shade
And expose the silence to a brand new day
Last chance to get away with it
Pleasure under pressure
Pressure over pleasure
I dare ya
Last chance before we draw the blinds
Before anyone minds
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5. |
5-Sided Die
04:59
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Scott was the one to get his car first
And his business was getting rich
And for a dollar he’d be the first to admit this
And with a little elbow grease (and weed and LSD)
Did he make good on his ambition -
Wealthy (and in jail) by 17
Legally, a pin of the “king-” variety
5-Sided die being rolled against 1989
And all the whoa’s and woe’s of the time
Paul was so ahead of the curve
If it was cool he was the first to know
And if you wanted porn just see him at his mom’s music store
That’s where I bought my first guitar
And had my first internment by the 5-0
For standing buck-ass naked (save for the guitar)
In the display window
The po-po...how could we know? Let’s go!
5-Sided die being rolled against 1989
And all the whoa’s and woe’s of the time
Tony, he always got away
Ironically, from hiding
Time after time after crime after crime he managed to evade
For all I know “Tony” is not his real name!
The fifth and final side
Ben has led a hard life
By his own design
Ben has led a hard life
He works twice as hard just to do it illegally
I mean, he’d pick the lock even if you gave him the key
His biggest fault was always getting caught
B&E’s, dealing drugs, and copping copper
“Hey Ben, how ya been?”
Just check the police blotter...
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6. |
BonneVicci Rides Again
01:40
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Hey, Ho, Hey, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4, Whooo, Hey, Ho, Hey Ho
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7. |
Literally
03:34
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Big hair, brown boots, she stood above
Her huddled group and not just because
She was tall, man
And I don’t mean “tall” like she was always ducking doors
I mean “tall” like I am short
And if I’m not mistaken
She was clearly, unmistakably
Avoiding me
Well, not “avoiding” me
(but kinda)
She was ignoring me but
Purposefully
Which really isn’t “ignoring”, ifyaknowwhatimean?
Next page, on stage, my crowd, to be sure
So she gets a pass for barely a laugh
(even though I’m firing on all cylinders)
Without even saying good-bye she hopped into that cab and
She stole off and I thought a thought…
This ain’t gonna happen
She was smokin,’ really smokin’
Literally, well not “literally”
(but kinda)
She was smoking hot
But that smoking cigarette was not
But then literally it was, ifyaknowwhatimean?
Fast forward how many years?
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8. |
That Sucks
01:27
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I’m sorry (He’s sorry) We’re sorry
Sorry for the thing that you said that we heard
(He’s sorry) I’m sorry, we’re sorry
Sorry for hearing that thing that you said because
That sucks
To hear your story end so badly
is a tragedy, a tribulation
I could commiserate or I could redirect
but I bet all you really want to hear is somebody say
That sucks
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9. |
Barefoot
03:21
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Barefoot, rocks between my toes as the sun brings a warmth
That I haven’t felt in so long
So long, I’ve been alone in my room under a bare bulb
Over a bare bed and a receiver atop a modem
He’s pretty fast, I’ll give him that
Being chased by a guy with no shoes
And some murderous eyes and a boy scout knife can do that
Yards ahead, I’m closing in, zig-zagging over rocks
Only ratchets up what I’m gonna do to him
Barefoot, rocks between my toes as the sun brings a warmth
That I haven’t felt in so long
The room’s the same - one light, one bed
Swap the modem for these bars
And now my face gets sun every day
From my time out in the yard
I should have stuck with the Dungeon Master’s Guide
Than hacking the FBI
Running track over running attacks
Maybe I’d still have a brother
Barefoot, dirt between my toes as the sun brings a warmth
That I haven’t felt in so long
Did you hear about this new no-wire modem?
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Do not try sleeping half-underwater
It gives those crazies some kind of fodder
And they’ll never stop so don’t try
It could have been those eats
That I hadn’t been eating
Or it could have been those sleeps
That I hadn’t been sleeping
Estou doente
It’s gone
And it’s not coming back to me
Swapped it out for an eeeeeeeee
Nah, its gone
TESTing TESTing 1 2 3
Can I hear me? I wanna say that
I don’t hold it against you
You’re just myself getting back at me
Though no one is going to die
It is tragic nonetheless
Unless someone comes at me and approaches from the left
Then I’m without defense
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11. |
Bald Moon Rising
05:07
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His bed is no longer moving
But his mind still is
And in between outlets
Solace with comics, elephants, and records
One leg behind his head
His fist in his mouth
Our rebel yell is MORF MORF MORF MORF
He can’t bike but he thrives on this thing called his drive
He can’t drive but he thinks to keep moving is key
I’d agree, ‘93, that’s when he started me
On a 20-year trek from Muncie to Kuching
One leg behind his head
His fist in his mouth
Our rebel yell is MORF MORF MORF MORF
I found the best singer
Only he can’t sing
And he’s got no rhythm
And that’s coming from me
One leg behind his head
His fist in his mouth
Our rebel yell is MORF MORF MORF MORF
Ballinger to Brunei
Wendy O worldwide
Dunedin to Dresden
The French Foreign Legion
Maun to Mossorro
It’s absurd? We’ll still go.
Guangzhou to Glasgow
No naps, only carb loads
Wichita to Windhoek
Buy a toy, buy a book
Adelaide to Audincourt
World big, world small
This song is just a trigger
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