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The Film Star's Car
04:10
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Conquering glory
I didn’t know it’d be this boring
Undefinable triumph
Have I finally gotten over my hump?
Mountains and oceans
I can see from my window
I just don’t care for the way the wind blows
Astral projections
And I’m the son who can’t take rejection
Heaven’s never been so high
Injecting passion right into my eye
Never have we been so far
making love in the film star’s car
Never have we been so far
As we grasp and we grab
And sweat out the jewels
As we laugh and we gasp
Who could only wish to be so cool
As we laugh, as we gasp
As we grab, as we grasp
As we laugh
Conquering glory
I should have known not to be this boring
A gun, a light, a spark of future fires
A song to sing for tomorrow’s choirs
Is it a breakthrough or a breakdown?
Please tell me why I keep coming around
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Begin Again (Or End?)
04:34
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Is it easier to end or begin?
Beginning can end and be so easy
Just show up and shed your skin
Begin again
Like an artist indecision is probable
And I know it’s not phenomenal
As bitter and petty as a divorcee
But I hope someone will remember me
A red heart in a black and white sea
is it simpler to end, or begin?
Ending is filled with our uncertainty
Everything left you cannot spend
Begin again
Like an artist indecision is probable
And I know it’s not phenomenal
Like a poet it’s all too personal
Irreversible, it's irresponsible
As bitter and petty as the bourgeoisie
But I hope someone will remember me
A red heart in a black and white sea
Just show up and shed your skin
Begin again
Everything left you cannot spend
Begin again
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Why doesn’t it end?
Why don’t we just burn up?
No compassion left to lend
No charms to rub for luck
Eternity thrown away on a crumpled up doodle Hold my hand and laugh, it’s all so futile
Whether we burn up or we drown
There’s comfort in our thorny crowns
And if the flood carries us away
Then there’s peace in the way we sway
You should’ve known it’d be this hard
It’s the final chapter and we’re the stars
You should have known it’d get this far
Earth underwater and slaves on mars
I said hurry up please it’s time
There doesn’t need to be reason or rhyme
When the water is moonlit on the
worldwide drive
All the atmosphere needs is me
And you’re the only order I need
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Weren’t You Meant To?
03:56
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Uncertain in the way you walk
Uncertain in the way you move
Every door opened is locked
Hidden away with nothing to lose
Weren’t you meant to laugh at convention?
A fool’s last legged desperation
Weren’t you meant to laugh at convention?
A fool’s last legged desperation
Weren’t we all meant to get bloody rich?
Covering our skin with blood and spit?
Isn’t this how laughing was meant to end?
Crocodile tears selling out all of our friends
Weren’t you meant to laugh at restriction?
A brilliant lecture on masturbation
Weren’t you meant to laugh at restriction?
A brilliant lecture on masturbation
Prepared in the way you walk
Prepared imitation of one’s and two’s
Finding comfort in what you mock
Finding peace in intrusive blues
Weren’t you meant to laugh at convention?
A fool’s last legged desperation
Weren’t you gonna murder your itch?
Cut it and close it stitch by stitch
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If the world ends today then I might just pray
If the world ends tomorrow I hope
I don’t die in the USA
Shot up with piss and vinegar
unaware of our dissonance
Beating your chest with the
confidence of ignorance
The applause for the kill that I tried to ignore
I lived in my bedroom but I can’t anymore
They make me pick my head up off the floor
Unable to stay in the world I created
Unable to be in the clouds
I knew that look was so outdated
And how could you say that out loud?
Stories all white washed
and sold to the unwashed
And it’s sad to say I once believed
In the dreams that were promised and
all of the prayers that were received
Uh huh huh huh huh hey hey hey
I don’t wanna die in the USA
I made my own reality
Tried to stretch my hand over the Atlantic
So I no longer had to be me
Cos everyday is anxious and frantic
Now look at the state of me
I can’t leave the state of me
(Uh huh huh huh huh
hey hey hey, d-i-e-i-n-t-h-e)
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Black Tarmac
04:37
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Swimming out of the grey into
the black tarmac breathe again when
your sins aren’t speakable
Swimming out of the grey into
the black tarmac repent when
your sins aren’t teachable
This is what you wanted
This what you expected
with the lip service protected
This what you expected
This is what you wanted
with the empty gestures flaunted the death
of fake progress we must do our part
the death of false idols we’ll rip them apart
Political performance and hollow art
Swallow it down and sweeten our heart
Sweeten our heart
Swimming out of the grey into
the black tarmac breathe again when
your sins aren’t speakable
Does it help you feel alright?
Even when the clouds cover the night
Take the dose, your worry subsides
Does your voice still feel dry?
But on the right side, on the bright side
You no longer discern the hollow
Put the picket signs down
Now it’s time to follow
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7. |
Working Man's Ballet
04:10
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I want to lay down and close my eyes at night
My legs tired and sore
The pain in me that can be no more
When a night of glory washes onto my shore
Give us this chance, this chance you’ll break
Give me my freedom before
I’m locked in a cage
Was I too free-flowing,
inventive, and beautiful?
Unable to be contained in your idea of dutiful
Numberless shadows of summer
sing in full throated ease
But despite the quality I think
you must have missed me
You must have missed me
I hope you’ve enjoyed your night at
the working man’s ballet
It’s the only way I might dance through the workday,
dance through the workday
Run away I’m someone to keep an eye on
Hear the song that my feet sing
Shout it out let my praise ring
I’m an undeniable phenomenon
As the brilliance flashes on
I’ll leave them all with my swan song
Da da da da do do do
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The hollow men can’t carry us then
The ground opens to swallow
Cover your eyes and count to ten
Power can’t save us but still I follow
So we’re stuck in the inbetween
Too timid to take a stand
All dried out and still unseen
Like raisins forgotten and tanned
In the purple hour kingdom
In our purple hour kingdom
The hollow men can’t carry us then
The ground opens to swallow
Cover your eyes and count to ten
Power can’t save us but still I follow
So we’re stuck in the inbetween
Too timid to take a stand
All dried out and still unseen
Like gold that’s buried in the sand
We’ll dance around the landfill
And sing for the bomb
But when it doesn’t come
We’ll re-word all of our favorite songs
So the lyrics will read
How our indecision has left us numb
To the impending doom
That the center has brung
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