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Cut the Cord
04:28
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Can’t hear an inch in front of me
Don’t think there’s anything special to see
Sweeping up those crumbs from the kitchen floor
That broken broom gives me a reason to get lower
All your untouched books up on the shelf
Hang over head until the day they’re all read
Not everything here is worth your lies
Wipe your feet coming in and you’ll be fine
Out there and everywhere, you’re alone even on the phone
Put it down and you’ll forget her – cut the cord
Smoke and drink until you feel alright
Think I’m gonna join you later on tonight
Freshen up, put on those brand new clothes
By the end we won’t know which direction is home
Out there and everywhere, you’re alone even on the phone
Put it down and you’ll forget her – cut the cord
If you don't believe you're screaming in your living room
Take some time to breathe - the strangers are coming soon
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One Left Shoe
03:02
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I really want a cigarette
But I guess I'll do this other stupid thing instead
I'm told it's a little healthier than giving up your daily dread
Take all your winnings - flush 'em down the drain
And hope to god you don't see me complain
Stumble and mumble - lure in the strays
Put one foot down and let the other one walk away
TV will rot your brain, so will going outside
So you're stuck repressing daddy til you die
Oh, what can I do?
The store only gave me one left shoe
I'll buy another pair and donate the other two
Give it up now
You're the only two-lip left in this town
He said as he laughed with a broken heart
And a little frown
Christen your guns in the padded room
The germ police are coming for you soon
Burn all your books
Fix anything in your head
Stab 'em again to forget everything that you've ever read
Money will rot your brain, so will inherent design
So, you might as well be a lawyer since you're blind
Oh, what can I do?
The store only gave me one left shoe
I'll buy another pair and donate the other two
I'll buy another pair and donate the other two
I'll buy another pair and donate the other two
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Big Megatron Screen!
04:01
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The piss-soaked peppermint in the bathroom sink
Illuminates the architecture as you drink
From the daisy-stained faucet
And the stew that's brewin' out the top of your head
The garden gnomes sing what they read in the books
I didn't know they had eyes, but nothing's a surprise anymore
Since if I've been released
Charlie, is this a dream?
I can't punch and I can't scream
I can't run away from this fairytale display
Backwards caps keep those ticks off your neck
You better put a hat on your walnut sack
They're bleeding all over you
But you don't mind as long as the pies sell
Ritualistic capitalism
Ear canals filled with Uncle Sam's jizzum
Choked til our neck tattoos turn the red, white, and blue
Charlie, is this a dream?
I can't punch and I can't scream
I can't run away from this fairytale display
On that big megatron screen
On that big megatron screen
On that big megatron screen
On that big megatron screen
If you stoke and you poke'r like you do in the shade
I'm not the only one that's gonna be late
Why can't we get along?
Diamond, hearts, clubs, and spades
Charlie, is this a dream?
I can't punch and I can't scream
I can't run away from this fairytale display
On that big megatron screen
On that big megatron screen
On that big megatron screen
On that big megatron screen
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4. |
Watchin' the Paint Dry
04:45
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Never really liked the idea of leaving
Thought it was something you said
But never nothing you did
But ever since, oh, I can remember
It's been our number one ear offender
And I don't think that that worm will ever pass
Went to prom in that blue VW bus
The gawking few, they could not get enough
Then we turned, oh, 23
Had the whole world at our feet
Then realized at 25 that was a lie
So if you wanted me to go
I would not hesitate to kick down this door
Meet me in the end my friend
And we will share that bus to the west
Like we always wanted to
'stead of watchin' the paint dry - again
My valves are getting harder by the day
Blood pumps through but it's hard to feel my face
I don't think I've got too long
But maybe my orthodontist is wrong
And, hey, man, wouldn't that be great?
So get up from that bed I wanna get going
Those sheets are choking your neck
No oxygen is flowing
Your doctor said you're gonna pass
Your lungs can't take it, you're brain won't last
So I wheeled your ass out onto the interstate
And we rode those winding rodes
That our fathers had only dreamed about
And we rose before the roses
Popped our eyes out
Cause like our momma's said
That sorta thing happens when you're dead
So if you wanted me to go
I would not hesitate to kick down this door
Meet me in the end my friend
And we will share that bus to the west
Like we always wanted to
'stead of watchin' the paint dry
Cause like momma always said
Bad things start to happen when you're dead
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I Gutted My VCR
04:16
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I gutted my VCR just to see what was inside
All the wires and the buttons intertwined carefully
Melted into the carpet lining
I played my little guitar with my shoelaces on fire
It's getting harder to breathe
Are we sure oxygen is flowing up the wire?
Can't you see what I've done?
Lean in closer
You just wonder if I am gonna hurt someone
Shoved a needle up my nose just to see what you would say
It was the plunger's end, all the insulin depleted it's nonexistence again
Found your teeth halfway down my throat
By that hallway up the road
Where we picked rotten berries and kissed on the mouth
After that rusty string band show
Don't wanna see what you've done
My eyes deceive me
And you just wonder if I am gonna hurt someone
TV's dead - I forgot who had said
It's time for another video killed the radio-type song again
Poured my coffee in a mason jar and it shattered all over the floor
What possessed me mom? I'm not sure why
It's all part of my interior design
I'm just a little kid trapped in this mishapen body
Granted with a chance and a small megaphone
Who's next in line to deny me?
Can't you see this isn't fun?
Erase the fever
And you just wonder if I am gonna hurt someone
TV's dead - I forgot who had said
It's time for another video killed the radio-type song again
TV's dead - I forgot who had said
It's time for another video killed the radio-type song again
I gutted my VCR just to see what was inside
All the wires and the buttons intertwined carefully
Melted into the carpet lining
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6. |
When They Put Me Down
00:53
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Where will I be when my brain shuts down?
Will the atrophy reverberate through the microphone?
Take one last look 'fore they put me in the ground
Where will I be when they put me down?
Where will I be when they put me down?
Take one last look 'fore they put me in the ground
Where will I be when they put me down?
Where will I be when they put me down?
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7. |
Look at the Sad Man
05:15
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Look at the sad man, puddles around where he stands
The flames that once burnt high are dying, too
Will he make it tomorrow, if he stops to beg and borrow
All the dreams that he shared with his son and the moon?
He cannot promise anything, but show him where to sign
The wet socks in his shoes, his cigarettes won’t make it
These streets are singing the blues, his flannel can’t take it
He doesn’t know any other way, but if he got to choose
He’d make the deal
Lays on the benches in this city of witches
His sheets are covered with the morning news
These streets all look the same, though he doesn’t even know his name
All he knows is this living room
He cannot promise anything to the man in the three-piece suit
What’s he got to lose that he hasn’t already?
Tired of being blue, his mobile home’s unsteady
He doesn’t have anyone to blame, unless you think of who
Took him away
Look at the sad man, puddles around where he stands
The flames that once burnt high are dying, too
Will he make it tomorrow, if he stops to beg and borrow
All the dreams that he shared with his son and the moon?
He cannot promise anything, but show him where to sign
The wet socks in his shoes, his cigarettes won’t make it
These streets are singing the blues, his flannel can’t take it
He doesn’t know any other way, so what's he got to lose
Should he make the deal
He will make the deal
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Loud cigarettes on the ocean floor
Can we redecorate or is it too late?
Should I wait for something more?
Since I don't know who I am
I'm a little torn
Half-eaten bottles in my bed
Mirror tells me my nose is too red
To go to church - sunday mourns
Should I run for governor?
I'm a little torn
Now I know what you're thinking
You're thinking I can take a piss
Without my pants becoming totally unzipped
Now I don't know if that's really true
But the first person I tell
Well, that could be you, yeah
Fire alarm is screaming at me
All I wanted was to reheat my keys
The locks too cold
It's taking form
Of the second lady
I'm a little torn
I'm a little torn
I'm a little torn
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9. |
Sycophant on a Rant
04:09
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Give it up make it up as you go now
Wanna beat your drum every time I hear that sound
Of the thunder rising up, up above the heaven's singing
Like a Stones symphony but you get what you want
Oh, what you want
It's about time that it happened
It's about time you felt something strong
Maybe a little empathy is all you really need
But you ain't gonna get get from me
Push it down, pop the tab, drink that soda
Let it flow down your throat, like an atom bomb
So sweet and pure now
Avocado, vibrator, battery-powered
Sycophant on a rant
Let 'em slip away to second base
Is he still there at your door?
Don't call the cops - just let 'em wiz on your floor
Maybe a little bearded freak is all your really need
But you ain't gonna get that from me
Oh, you're so
Oh, you're so
You're so overpriced
It's coming to an end, think I gotta get going
So, slap me on the ass and kick me out that door
Oh, yeah, alright!
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10. |
Beach Needles
03:46
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Been away for too long again
Now somebody else is sleeping in my bed
Stuck in Fresno, my friend
And I don’t know where the hell that even is
Smoke those mint cough drops to soothe your throat and brain
Drink from the red Kool-Aid to find out where you’ve been
And tell me where it is I’m going next
I hate secrets, don’t you confess
If it rains on your worst day
Took a train to see the New York City lights
Everything’s dimmer when you’re stabbed by the night
Read a book when I was bored by the bay
Misty winds made the words melt away
Washed up on the shore like the dirty needle you were
Cement clogging up your veins, it’s a living wage they say
Tell me where it is you’re going next
You were so sweet I must confess
Hope it doesn’t rain on your worst day
Treated you like dirt swirling down the drain
Now you’ll settle for anything coming your way
That chunk of wall resembles a fist
Patch it up with that blood on your wrist
You’re functioning broken down, now you cannot hear a sound
Your mouth can’t whisper words when it’s screaming to
Tell me if you can please do your best
Do not treat this as just a test
If it rains on your worst day
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An unhealthy blend of power pop melodies that grew up listening to garage rock and the man shouting obscenities from the comfort of a street corner.
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