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Beauxgart
03:01
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My human positions
Immortal possessions
She sees me as equal but who knows why
Flight from the Labyrinth
He was on Absinthe
His eyes weren't dead enough to die
I'm calling my girlfriend
He's calling his secret girlfriend
He was fat kid
I was a fat kid
We both got skinny recently
He is endearing
Somewhat confusingly
And I can barely see anything
I'm calling my girlfriend
I'm calling his secret girlfriend
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2. |
Cruiser
02:44
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I had a good idea
All my friends were there
And then you showed up
And I just had to stare
It's not like I was mad
But I had shit to do
And how am I to try
In the car with you
My hand hurts when it's touching yours
My hand hurts when it's touching yours
My hand hurts when it's touching yours
But your cruisers here so let's get busy
Now the time has come
For the antidote
Tommy has her legs
Tommy has his boat
But it's here and now
Shorts pulled up too high
(Inaudible)
Who the hell am I
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3. |
Dallas Athena
02:31
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Flying over grapevine
Started feeling something that reminds me
Of visiting the first time
Departed meaning always and behind me
The wine dark soybeans
Are crashing around me
Serpentine sunbeams
Dallas will you marry me
Flying over Rutgers
Something ugly says I won't recover
Flying over Rikers
Newark rugby can't beat any others
Getting into Princeton
Looking out my windows into prison
Getting out of Princeton
Motor-courts and pistons unforgiven
Dead man's float in the moonlight
Or the light pollution, who can tell
I've got my own way to go
You should go your way as well
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4. |
Aquinas: Fishfaced
03:38
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Epistemic
irresponsibility
One long sin against mankind
New endemic
waiting for theodicies
Let me/Let me seek to find
Dialectics
Proven Eccentricities
Diuretics make you cry inside
Diabetics
Are to their extremities
My pandemic
As men to their obscenities
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5. |
Blue Ra$pberry
02:38
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New coat of paint
Blur everything
Too menacing
Blue everything
And in the shade
And minute made
Admitted hate
We never say
What it is we mean
What is is you mean
Try to keep it clean
Good old sycophants
They're irrelevant
Insignificant
Disadvantages
On my burner phone
Leaving you alone
Sitting here at home
Sitting here at home
I was meant to be
In your family
Wasn't fantasy
It was destiny
What is entropy
Far as I can see
Fate is everything
Fate is everything to me
Everything to me
Makes it hard to breath
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6. |
Tunnel Under the World
02:21
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Make love to another person
Do what they expect you to and
Your makeup is coming off
And I can See your ugly face again
In the castle of the barber's chair
Perish the thought
In the shadow of the doctor yet again
Again
Her hair is Harlow gold
Her skull is hollow
Her room is never cold
When she's unleashing the knowledge that you oughta have known
In the shadow of the doctor's chair
Thank god it happened
In the shadow of the barber once again
Again
When I die, finish the movie
When I die, finish the movie
When I die...
When I die...
When I die...
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7. |
PATCO
03:15
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Let's run away
from all our problems
Christ will save
And unions follow
Don't show your face
This world wasn't made by anyone
I'd face the facts if pigs could fly
But keep in mind the Reagan strike
You can't change my mind
They already tried
Your hand!
Guiding me to pasture
Your son!
Weathering the rapture
Your love lives forever after on!
The fight's not here
Those days are over
We lived in fear
Some days more than others
The crowds will cheer
Like they did before
The mountains felled
By men of merit
And industry
And god and credit
Are razed again
By those above the curtain
Your hand!
Guiding me to pasture
Your son!
Weathering the rapture
Your love is all I ever asked for!
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8. |
Not Again
02:28
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Last night I fell asleep too late
I was trying to see if I could stay awake]
Tonight I think I'll try again
I let you in but this time I won't make the same mistake
I have some major problems
I hoped that you could solve them
I'll turn this story to an anthem
And then they'll say "Not Again"
Last week I saw you by yourself
That was after you told me I should have helped myseld
This is 'round the part where I start to scream for help
You don't think it's your fault, you can tell
I have some major problems
I hoped that you could solve them
I'll turn this story to an anthem
And then they'll say "Not Again"
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9. |
Invisible Hand
04:28
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Who ever thought of Constance Ford
I bet you never heard of her before
I could hold your hand when you're getting cold
Like she kissed the lifeguard by the boats
You could go and lie and we wouldn't know
You don't want to hear about the second treatise
And you don't really care about the way they treat us
I could tell you all how it all went wrong
But There's no room for Adam in this song
So Imma let him have it all night long
The invisible hand will make you love me
The invisible hand will make me love you
The invisible hand will finger everything
But if you supply
Then I'll demand
Have you ever heard of the Devil's thumb
At the thought alone of living with myself I'm numb
But if I took a walk further than my lawn
Sullivan's summer, I'd be gone
Into the wild, I'd be dead by dawn
We could run away and live off of the land
We could reenact the way it all began
But I don't think you really want to do that, do ya
No I can be your deva if you're my asura
Wait for 20 years and then it's Hallelujah
The invisible hand will make you love me
The invisible hand will make me love you
The invisible hand will finger everything
But if you supply
Then I'll demand
We could run away and live off of the land
We could reenact the way it all began
But I don't think you really want to do that, do ya
No I can be your deva if you're my asura
Wait for 20 years and then it's Hallelujah
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10. |
Nikko Gardens
03:22
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I woke up to sounds of screaming
It was just my ears ringing
Don't recall what I came for
Can't remember what I ordered
Sounds of water running sweetly
Tadpoles swimming through the ceiling
Everything and everybody
Exotic ferns decay around me
Welcome home to Nikko Gardens
Welcome home to Nikko Gardens
All the patrons have departed
Welcome home to Nikko Gardens
All the hostesses are grinning
And my head has stopped it's spinning
Yeah I'll lay it on the table
Get the check paid when I'm able
But the face you make don't work here
All your money's like a force field
And I know that I'm a soldier
And I know that I'm what's sold here
Welcome home to Nikko Gardens
Welcome home to Nikko Gardens
Everybody has departed
No one's home in Nikko Gardens
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11. |
Saltine Dream
02:05
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Take a walk with me
I can barely see my feet
Take a walk with me
I can barely see your feet
And your toes beneath the leaves
The air is clean (Ah)
In my saltine dream (Ah)
And I never want to leave (Ah but lower)
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12. |
Rub Off
04:01
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I won't always be standing straight
But I can pretend to if I close my eyees
I won't always be your paperweight
But you can't through me out like a waste of time
You don't rub off on me
You don't rub off on me
It's not everyday you learn to wak
Yet it feels like another day has come and gone
I won't always be on top
But if you can't win you can always run, run, run
You won't rub off on me
You won't rub off on me
You won't rub off on me
You won't rub off on me
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In a house in Effingham
In the shadow of the cross
He then knew that all was lost
He then had become a man
From a schoolhouse on a hill
And a mountain in the north
Great endowments flowing forth
But there's money in it still
Helps to pay the bills
Oh! I can't believe my eyes!
Is that a pickup truck and a man inside?
Kirtley, though you were
Indebted as we are
Did we forget it in the car?
In a briar-laden field
Wearing sandals made of pine
A commendable decline
For one unquestionably heeled
In a white house on the beach
Or a lunch club in the hall
She was born to do it all
But it's not something you can teach
Much to her relief
Oh! I can't believe my eyes
Is that a beachfront house in the countryside?
Tattered though we look
Flattered as we are
Could you send another car?
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