1. |
Pair O' Dice
02:53
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Out the door, it’s getting louder
a chain reaction, a fatal fission
division
somebody turned up the volume
soaked in gravity, 24/7
the deafened
go outside and drink it in
I don’t wanna see it
I don’t wanna leave my paradise (paradise)
you can feel it on the pavement
the concentration, the computation
you’ll wish you had some
I can’t even turn the news on
just poke a hole, and let it bleed in
that numbing feeling
go outside and bear your skin
I don’t wanna feel it
I don’t wanna leave my paradise (paradise)
it’s hot as hell and it hurts like sin
I don’t wanna feel it
I don‘t wanna shake a pair o’ dice (pair o’ dice)
my bag’s packed, I’m bound to go
light a fuse until I pass out
got my devices in a row
turn up the heavy and bring the lights down
in these walls I’ll never ever ever ever know
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2. |
City's Gonna Miss Me
03:37
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Sign me up for a big house
on half of an acre
we’re moving out the suburbs
on a white migration
it’s not a sense of adventure
‘cause we’re done with the frontier
but I can’t live in the city
I’ll be renting ‘til I grow old
constant reminders
of the bigger picture
right on your doorstep
misfortune and injustice
there’s no denying
when you’re faced with this each day...
and now I’m moving away
out here there’s a standard
an expected appearance
they might have an opinion,
(but) you’re unlikely to hear it
I’m done talking to people
and now I don’t have don’t have to
you can’t hear them at all
my neighbor can scream ‘til her face turns blue
constant reminders
of the shitty picture
right out your window
misfortune and injustice
there’s no denying
when you’re faced with this each day…
now I’m moving away
if everyone that I know
took a leaf from Thoreau
there’d be no place left to go
this city’s really gonna miss me
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3. |
Big Night Out
03:52
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It’s eleven and I think I should forget it
but if I do I might regret it
if I force myself to have a good time
maybe I should ghost without a word
I don’t wanna stay here
If I had creative success
back before I sold off my time
I’d have a bed of laurels to rest on
instead of faded couches, getting high
I no longer have to worry about impressin’
but that’s what I find distressin’
I’ll never see these kids again why would I bother?
step out of your head or you’ll be dead before you even get there
If I had creative success
back before I sold off my time
I’d play off my dreams of being a has-been
instead of writing what might have been lines
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Put in my two weeks and put my stuff in a box
I’m quitting you now, I found a good place to stop
and if I skip a day
it’s ‘cause I don’t know what to say
I’m lost for words and it’s bumming me out
I’m shutting it down because I’m tired of writing
we’ve had a good run but now it’s time to move on
I’m too old to have to justify my happinessyeah I’m havin’ a good time
loved having you around but the incentive’s all gone
don’t call me Gary, you’ll just get a 404
I’m putting it down, I just can’t give any more
and if I skip a day
it’s ‘cause I don’t know what to say
I’m lost for words and it’s bumming me out
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5. |
Oh Jesus!
03:57
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I was not ready to die
I thought I’d live a long life
oh jesus!some shit is going downand I’m changing my mind
this is not how we evolve
this is not how we progress
sliding down a slippery slope with hell at the bottom
(when) it’s not fair
I reserve the right to look the other way
when you’re not here
I refuse to fight and live another day
it’s not the end of the world
but I feel sure that it is
becoming
the kind of world that I wouldn’t want to live in
this is not how we evolve
this is not how we progress
sliding down
I’ve given up hope that it’s ever getting better
(when) it’s not fair
I reserve the right to look the other way
when you’re not here
I refuse to fight to live another day
It’s a cop-out
but I’m sure I’ll find a way to deny my shame
this is not how we evolve
this is not how we progress
this is not how we evolve
this is not how we progress
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6. |
Truth Or Dare
02:05
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It’s just game of truth or dare
and if you’re having trouble choosing
just go with everybody else
just like you’re always doing
I wonder how long you would last
left to you own devices
with no one else to call the shots
would you sit idle and moronic?
I dare you just to take a stand
form an opinion of your own
don’t just chime in with all your friends
have the strength to act alone
it’s easy just to pass it on
never there at the conception
you’re just playing telephone
I wonder what you would create
suspended in a vacuum
with no external influence
a light bulb not a reaction
I dare you just to take stand
form an opinion of your own
don’t just chime in with all your friends
have the strength to act alone
just make a fucking choice
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7. |
Panic Headlights
03:48
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Let me tell you a little story
about my friend name Houle
and all the shit we stole
way back in art school
driving aimless on the gravel
entertaining bad ideas
really no one’s gonna see us
we’ll be in and out in seconds
burning pocket full of goodies
he would never notice, would he?
I’m doing good, could always do better
and some days, I’m holding it together
but mostly it depends on the weather
the last thing I need’s a life of leisure
later that evening
under the cover of denim
our drug dealer called
we went out and met him
then it started to unravel
panic headlights in the kitchen
pulled a Judas and we ditched him
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8. |
Kinda Livin' It Up
02:24
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When is it enough, when is it enough?
when is it enough, when is it enough?
I‘m racing home with the sauvignon,
I’ll try not to stop at the bar
you know my slippers are going on
as soon as I park the car
I’m kinda living it up, I’m kinda digging my rut
I’m kinda living it up, I think I’ve partied enough
I’m kinda living it up, I’m kinda digging my rut
I’m kinda living it up, I think I’ve partied enough
I’m kinda living it up
when is it enough, when is it enough?
this indulgence is getting ridiculous
I average 10 hours a night
and on the rare occasion I’m liquored up
I’ll probably wake up alright, wake up alright
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9. |
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When you show up late ‘cause you started early
when you order two ‘cause you’re in a hurry
the hour hand is moving faster
your fists are clenched and your teeth chatter
when you’re buying rounds for perfect strangers
and the stumble home becomes second nature
you’re old enough, you should know better
but for tonight, you’re off the tether
when they’re closing the bar
and you bail on your car
when you’re down the rug
‘cause you spilled all your drugs
when you’re holding the floor
but you’re asking for more
can we go the store?
when they’re closing the bar
and you bail on your car
when you’re down the rug
‘cause you spilled all your drugs
when you’re holding the floor
but you’re asking for more
did you check all the drawers?
responsibility don’t matter
when standing in the way of pleasure
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10. |
38 Boxes
04:20
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Broken down cardboard
life in a pile
rambling audit
belly full of bile
38 boxes
the only part that’s real
say something poignant…
the room sounds different
resonating walls
echoing a story
written by a thrall
38 boxes
one for each year
half a dozen weight
covered in veneer
the sum of a person
written in scraps
the parts I held on to
you never even liked
38 boxes
achingly acquired
calculating process
destined for a pyre
can’t bury me with all my love
deliver me with all my junk
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