1. |
Fight
04:11
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There's no need to watch me bleed for sport
By making a bad joke at my expense
But this is not my fight
So I have yet to read the book
You clutch by your side but refuse to write
But this is not my fight
But what is? But what is?
Who could I be up against?
To compare or contrast like we're still in school
And in a way we are
Although, you can learn it all and still
Still, you sit by the sidelines and pay the dues
And this may be my fight
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2. |
Validity/Value
02:59
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I put my name on it
There's no need, I concede, to stake a claim on it
But this petty disguise speaks to the value
Of the years we've spent in isolation
This precisely was the problem
Then you stumbled in and trampled over
And yet, there is no race, no competition
Your sense of justice, superstition
The so-called truth, a contradiction
Any form of contribution
Relative to your situation
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3. |
Farcical Trim
03:45
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4. |
Of Everything
03:37
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Though when you look, you may just see a wilderness
But I don't really know, that might be for the best
I'd like to have a new perspective
Change the place that I live
Everything is turning blue but my face is red
Oh, that was so not worth it, but I made
A profit, or at least that's how I see it
Don't believe the spirit's hieroglyphs or make the worst of it
Try and make sense of it, you're in the-
This out of place-ness preys on those forgotten faces
With a certain quickness and a common sickness
But to act is not my nature
Still, I won't have you do this for me
You're in the middle of everything (x4)
Such crazy times we live in, isn't that a given?
Should's no word of mine, you better
Listen to the signs they give you
Follow them until they kill you
Listen to the signs, you better...
In in the middle of everything
You're in the middle of everything
In the middle of everything
The middle of everything
Nobody cares about the things that you do
It's just the same things we do (x4)
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5. |
Order Ever
04:25
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Are these mechanisms
In working order ever?
Are these mechanisms
Are these mechanisms
In working order ever?
Are these mechanisms
In working order?
Are these mechanisms
In working order ever?
Are these mechanisms
In working order ever?
I don't believe you've
Wasted, wasted, wasted
As much time as you think
Though you resign yourself to
The beauty in the small things
I understand what you mean
I don't believe you've
Wasted, wasted, wasted
As much time as you think
Though you resign yourself to
The beauty in the small things
When they agree with you
I don't believe you've
Wasted, wasted, wasted
As much time as you think
Though you resign yourself to
The beauty in the small things
I understand what you mean
I don't believe you've
Wasted, wasted, wasted
As much time as you think
Though you resign yourself to
The beauty in the small things
When they agree with you already
Are you in working order ever?
Mechanisms never, working order ever
They made a second season for no reason
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6. |
The Real Ones
02:36
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Where do the real ones go to
They take a hike to get to
Where do the real ones go to
Whoever they are, or seem to be
Not at the mat-mor
aisle at the local library, oh
Where do the real ones go to
I'm coming out of hiding
Where do the real ones go to
Whoever they are, or seem to be
The ones I like don't need a thing
But they like to disappear, oh
Who do the real ones go for
Where do the gone for ones go
Who do the real ones go for
Is this worth the trouble, let me think
Suffice to say, it won't be easy
But I'm on my way
Who do the real ones go for
Where do the gone for ones go
Who do the real ones go for
Wherever they are or seem to be
Somebody with a straighter spine
Who never gets frustrated
Who do the real ones go for
Where do the gone for ones go
Who do the real ones go for
Wherever the are, or seem to be
The ones I like don't need a thing
But they like to disappear, oh
Where do the real ones go to
Where do the real ones go to
Where do the real ones go to
Whoever they are or seem to be
Or seem to be
Or seem to be
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7. |
Sri Lankan Car
02:49
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Small affirmations
A meaningless, simple phrase
Still waters run deep
Said script printed on the side
Of a Sri Lankan car
You are wrapped in a cloud as a tempestuous rift has unwound
A proverbial drive may just give you the will to survive
To survive
Don't put your foot down
Until you'll be satisfied
See how you like it as
You watch the the water rise
In your Sri Lankan Car
(Still waters run deep said)
Go for a drive
(Still waters run deep said)
Go for a drive
Who said it was unwise only to advertise what I've found?
That it would be such a terrible thing, but not how
But not how
(Still waters run deep, said
Still waters run deep, said)
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8. |
What Was Lost
03:59
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Every slow and simple day
Passes by to leave the mind
I'm forgetful as they come
But I know my life is long
'Tis a faulty memory
Feel so bad for wasting time
You are older than you know
But I don't know
Indeed, we have arrived
And now I'll ask you to
Describe what comes to mind
There it goes, another year
Full of absent-minded fun
Did it run away from you?
Do you need someone to blame?
Am I so desensitized,
Flying solo?
Indeed, we have arrived
And now I'll ask you to
Describe what comes to mind
Describe to me what comes to mind
Indeed, we have arrived
And now I'll ask you to
Describe what comes to mind
Don't let your thoughts define
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9. |
Assuredly
02:55
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10. |
They With No Agenda
03:03
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They with no agenda sat
Stalking their playbook
Of empty pages
They with inspiration tried
Writing something down
But nothing came
What is it that's worth it to say?
Another day and yet
Another empty page
Another empty page
Maybe for a price we'll play
With a deck of cards
Discuss an open door
A statue of a horse
What is it that's worth it to say?
I had a good idea
But it's getting late
It's always getting late
In my head it sounded great
I had a good idea
But it's getting late
It's always getting late
What is it that's worth it to say?
I had a good idea
But it's getting late
It's always getting late
In my head it sounded great
I had a good idea
But it's getting late
It's always getting late
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11. |
Florence
03:39
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Cataclysm came and went
Do we play hide and seek that way?
Could just be a windy day
Sometimes it rains
And sometimes it has a name
'Tis all the same
I'm back on my feet
Switching up the spare
All full of air
As the seasons did unwind
Seldom did the spring remind
Of but an honest enterprise
What can you do
Wait for another day
Out of the way
Florence asked me why
Chased me to the eye
Inside the head
All in the head
Where shall this vessel go?
Empty parking lot, land-ho
Shirking sleep, vibrating low
Row your boat, you Rochambeau
Sometimes I still think of you
But not as much as I used to
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