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New Car Scent
02:43
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Early morning
Face to blame
And sell to the hurricane
Electric tether around our throats
We'll die on the telephone
Charged by the chemical
Sunday drivers catching up for a change
They say we've thrown it all away
But no one will be saved
Do you sleep better now with what you know?
Do you sleep at all?
Don't it make you feel small when they hang it from the door?
Sunday drivers catching up
They're trying to change you
They say we've thrown it all away in the passing lane
Sunday drivers know
Where we roam
Where we hideout
It’s gone when the telephone is on
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She's empty but her hands are full of shopping bags. Soul searching sales tags. Yeah, I remember your lucky dollar. Said you still felt the same when you lost it that day. If you find it would you break it now? They'll call in no time and we'll fall in old lines. Before we die, cash your check, because it's all we get. And the rest of them, they got no spine. And we're falling again, wayside. Alright, so go and cash your check pretend it's all we get. These fuckers make us spend our way out of it. Do you find debt or do you make it? We'll fall in before we die. So spend your time on your peace of mind. It could save your life. So how much can you lend? Is this all we get? Island of denial, I can see it from my house.
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Cold enough to break
I'm the eggshell
Demon inside,
I'm your ride now
The vessel, anyhow
To nowhere
Bracing for the slide
I'm your eyes when
Darkness creeps out again
And when it stabs back in
Nowhere
It’s the saddest thing
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4. |
Grace in Heaven
04:01
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Grace Anne, hold my hand
Through the way it felt when you died
It's alright in pieces
It's all in the plan
Only inside
Meet me at 23
And we'll go out in style
The same tide,
it takes you every time
Say you know it
I know you will decide you do,
Trembling scared
Say you know it
I know you will decide you do
Whenever we crash we land
You'll make it back to you
And I have a way to make it through
So say “only”
But every time that we crash we land
You'll wring out a sound again
So save us from the argument
All in all we reap just what we've sown
Grace Anne, we're tied in
Between skeleton and lamb
I found the way out
Assume we're wrong
Until we move along
‘Til it's gone
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5. |
Eject
06:30
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Only the acetate can free your name
Throw it away and let the dead fall in
You make plans now
They turn around
Up in the air you start to forget what’s real
Hate is the only way through your faith
It doesn’t matter what you call it
Idle gods lie to me
They couldn't change anything
But you still believe
Medicated blood you drink
Drown you in your sin and wash away
The constellation burns with your beating heart
When the lesson’s gone away
Everyone’s gone
The older I get
“The feeling won’t leave”
Faithless, nameless
When it’s right here next to me
Medicated blood you drink
Breathe it through your lungs and strain
The feeling’s gone
I know it’s gone away
We’re free again
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6. |
Jellyfish Scene
02:51
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Can't sleep. Itchy. Glue her back together with every word I know. But they're all hollow. To get there we should drive ourselves instead. When the words fly out they can't be wrong all lined up. You shouldn't play it down so well. Here's to the sweet sounds of bar bands. Please tell them when we're dreaming on the edge of watershed to jump right in. But only when you dive do you make it out alive. No time, if you fall in I'm swimming faster. Can't slow down. I'm chasing waterfalls again and every one's blood red. There's nowhere to go if every word is hollow. You've been catching smooth sales through a deep sea of shallow nouns. So I guess I'll sell seashells to martyrs and metalheads. We're dreaming on the edge of watershed. Well, jump right in. It isn't real until it stings and every time you write I couldn't stay awake too long. Have we stayed too long to stray?
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7. |
Burn Through Witches
03:35
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Down Julie's throat, she don't know the pills she swallows. She is not in love but she can't get enough when she's feeling cool and slow. She don't know. Down at the station, through a microscope, they told her parents she was going nowhere. But they won't know 'til it's gone. When it's on and it's off. How long will they sing her song? You ask me my perception? “She ain't coming home.” You ask me her prescription now? “It’s Go! Go! Go! Go!” Down Julie's throat and barreling down into her arm, don't let them tell you what you are. Down at the station, through a microscope, they told her parents she was going nowhere. But they won't know 'til she's gone. When it's on and it's off. How long will they sing her song? Her last dose was so thorough sliding into her arm. Have you seen her son? Have you told him? Barreling down. Go! Go! Go! Go! I guess we always knew the likes of this town would burn her to the ground.
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8. |
Pleasant View
04:22
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If it makes you sad in “your” American land, you know it’s poisoned blue, white and red. You’d kill yourself in the shoes of someone else. You say, “It’s golden here.” Build your fences. We're in bad ways choosing sides again. Our time is sand. Master Clout, I've tried to work it out. The tide has turned and we're sinking. Still, they won't let you in. We're in bad ways choosing sides again. Our time is sand. Still, they won't let you in.
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9. |
Come One, Come All
03:57
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Underneath, I'm still asleep. I have been all this time. The waiting kicks us to another winter and somehow I can't remember why I'm hanging on this line, but sometimes it's alright. I've got my alibi and money on tonight. Last I heard you were leaving. Now the same thing keeps repeating, "Let's get started on our lives when the time is right.” Tomorrow, get it before it goes. Viddy well, trust your cells before it calibrates you. “It's not so hard do.” And down this road we live, I will run forever torn to find meaning. Are you tied to anything? I'll be the one that's dragged away. It's too late, happy halfway. Brutal son, don't you play it down. Destiny, I can hear your name, but only when I'm asleep, living up to the real thing. Underneath, I'm still asleep. I have been all this time.
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10. |
Des Moines
04:44
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Fair weather friend, where have you been? I've come to hear you wrong again, you've kept me waiting. So, who will ride on the power this time? It's only open road and a stark red light. You will decide and now you're in it. But you've got your intellect and you're dying not to bend to reach it. Down New Highway we drive the same, straight for the axiom when we've fucked the lesson. I can see for miles and the right thing, but I never could see your hiding place. When you get there are you so innocent? Down at the corner store, I think I found god. I think I found god. It's not the only one. Down New Highway we drive the same, straight for the axiom when we've fucked the lesson. Graveyards and Airplanes and the right thing, it's time we let you slip away to your hiding place. And you said you'd take us for a ride on your power trip tonight. And bury me with your story, a coveted glory. But I knew you’d get the last word in, my fair weather friend, I knew it was locked and loaded. So take me for a ride on the power this time. It's only open road we drive.
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