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I live for the book
I spit on the man
The likeness within
Saw fit to reap the harvest
It wasn't deserved
And yet it was rewarded
I'll let you decide what I should do
Now I'm not a fan of generalizations, but
Nobody wants to be buried alive
It's a fair inference to make
So let's say it again:
Nobody wants to be buried alive
What pressure creates
When the absurd prevails
Logic dissolves, time marches on
Go wash the blood from your hands
Before you play in the sand
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Blessing in Disguise
03:12
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Please leave
The motor running
And stay on the line
Or disappear from time...
Being the muse seems
So overwhelming,
Such a waste of time
To try and describe
But that seems to be the 'why'
It's all behind me
The dream is dying
I can't see a thing
When I close my eyes
That's a blessing in disguise, oh my (oh my)
Why all the hustle?
Save the struggle
For the next life
Not that I subscribe
But I suspect it's right
Onus is on me
My giving's taken
But not satisfied
(It's not satisfied)
And that's a blessing in disguise, oh my (oh my)
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Supervillainish
03:52
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Look, my weather balloon
It's not mine, the report's not true
Kinda looks like
Looks like the moon
And there's no one to blame but you
Kill that evil disease
It has nothing to do with me
Sounds like something
Something that you'd do
Something that you would do
Don't call me propaganda
I don't like the sound of that
Or the simple statement of fact
Or your pointing out what we lack
Look, my weather balloon
It's not mine, the report's not true
Kinda looks like
Looks like the moon
And there's no one to blame but you
Kill that evil disease
It has nothing to do with me
Sounds like something
Something that you'd do
Something that you would do
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My Arbitrary Line
02:55
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My arbitrary line
Drawn with a claim in mind
Crudely sketched with someone else's pen
I have nothing to offer and so much to take
All of your lives are at risk, but no, not mine
Skin so thin you could wipe it off
Don't hurt my feelings, I'm awfully soft
You might make me do something rash because
Of my arbitrary line
You can't escape my name
I've frightened you with my fame
What you buy is worth just what you paid
Dust to dust, as they say, and I've ruined your day
On 'my' land, my game is played my way
Threaten the world with my empty lies
I'm not a cartoon, I am humble and wise
I may just destroy the whole world because
Of my arbitrary line
Drawn with a claim in mind
Selfishly I divide
With my arbitrary line
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Why Would?
02:34
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Why would they want to talk to me?
An overwhelming pity?
Consider me resigned, i know,
It's not ideal, it's how i feel
What you have is secondary to the bare necessities
You buy a thing because it's cheap
Put it away and never even think
That's what you are, that's who we see
A kind of liability
At least that's what you have in mind,
You have in mind, you have in mind
Why would they want to talk to me? (x4)
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6. |
Somebody's Uncomfortable
02:06
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Somebody's uncomfortable
Somebody's done with it all
And sometimes that person is me
What a person to be
And sometimes that person is me
What a person to be
Somebody's uncomfortable
Somebody's done with it all
Somebody's uncomfortable
And sometimes that person is me
What a person to be
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The Idea Of
02:50
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Fall me down, dumb
Follow me back up
Or just the idea of
Holding on for
Far too long, convince
Yourself, nobody else
Fall me down, dumb
Follow me back up
Or just the idea of
Fall me down, dumb
Follow me back up
Or just the idea of
Better than the best
Lifeless imitation
Never flying far
In any direction
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8. |
Ancient Notions
02:58
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I climbed the stairs ascending to the second floor, and opening the door
Standing a spell, speechless as well. Retreating further into my shell
Only the latest in a series of defeats. These poems up my sleeve
Will never leave, they're vulgar and mean. I'll take my words and leave
So zeroed in
On this non-offense
Let it wash away
The latest edition of these ancient notions
Arrived as a threat and evolved to annoy us
Sometimes I think about the lines that never meet
A shape rendered incomplete
Dark disarray, closed for today
Forward is not the way, not the way
The latest edition of these ancient notions
Arrived as a threat and resolved to annoy us
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Dystopian Sham
03:06
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May I interest you
Please indulge in me
My little mystery
Words fail to convey
What I have to say
But this is nothing new
Don't expect me to elaborate
I am so afraid
Someone wants to spoil my plan, my dystopian sham (x2)
Someone wants to open up their blessed mouth
Am I at the right place?
Should I obscure my face?
I'll hide in plain sight, just like they say
Then I'll make my escape
Whistling all the way
Kill off the main guy, to see what they say
At that point, I will be
The deity they perceive
I'm disconnecting
Someone wants to spoil my plan, my dystopian sham (x2)
Someone wants to open up their blessed mouth
Someone wants to spoil my plan, my dystopian sham
Someone wants to open up their blessed mouth
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State of Affairs
03:39
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Blame the offender
Not the bystander
The reluctant reactor
For these offenses
Our circumstances
Erase you from our minds
These decrepit institutions
Putting in place outdated regulations
In this country
I guess you'd rather blame something a little less real
Did these socks come from a sweatshop
Or maybe prison labor? I'm just asking
You're only saving money
But that is just the way it is, I hear a voice saying
We can't all be hyper-aware of all things
But just maybe, we will become eventually
But really, I do not expect us to keep this going
I really don't know what to think
We can't all be hyper-aware of all things
But just maybe, we will become eventually
But really...
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MX
02:04
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This revolution is in need of some reform
Go claim the church's land and *never* give it back
No need to close the catholic schools, because, you know...
Why did we write that constitution?
We'll build a library but won't pay for the books
Nationalize those ugly oil refineries
Placate the revolutionary with a ranch
Up north and he'll go cross the border
There's so much history in this old ciudad
Built right on top of something else that we forgot
You know who said that you would only kill a man?
He met that other man in 1955, talked through the night
And scratched their big, black, scruffy beards
And then they went and stole our thunder... what a blunder.
There's so much history in this old ciudad
Built right on top of something else that we forgot
Go grab your keys and drive on over
Go grab a plane and fly on over
Hop on a boat and sail on over
Come on over
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Hyperbole
02:50
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Hardly a traveler
Maybe of emotion, but not the mind
And yet that's completely false
By then I knew defeat
Almost reveling in it
What moved me most was
Furthering my isolation by degrees
Unable to initiate, I resigned
And took my leave
From my lips and through the door
Foot tapping on the floor
My words did bear fruit
And a pointless pursuit
Panicking, parched, I paced the hallways
That might be
That might be
That might be hyperbole
You would think to hit some kind of stream
Whilst climbing the so-called mountain
You would think to hit some kind of stream
Whilst climbing the so-called mountain
The so-called mountain, the so-called mountain
The so-called mountain, the so-called mountain
That might be
That might be
That might be hyperbole
That might be
That might be
That might, that might
Let's go back
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13. |
Dead One
02:56
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Why, dead one, take it easy, it's been
A long time you've not spent it with me
Reach the end, start over again
I don't know why
You couldn't have tried
There are no highlights on the big screen
Never did set up the damn thing
Why do you think we go down there?
It doesn't get much better up here.
As if we knew any better than you
We'd like the answer too!
Your mem'ry of that mem'ry wears thin
There's nothing left back there to win
The answer may lie waiting for you,
So far away, one distant day,
You've done it once, you'll do it again
Next time, somewhere you've never been
This repeats until you have seen
Everyone, everything
As if we knew any better than you
We'd like the answer too!
As if we knew any better than you
We'd like the answer too!
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As It Turned Out
01:53
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As it turned out
That was not how
Never did get
Out of that town
As it turned out
That was not how
Never did get
Out of that town
As it turned out
That was not how
Never did get
Out of that town
As you can see
That was not me
Not even close
To what you might think
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Stuck
02:57
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They call it a sign
Which, if so, must be blank
Those numbers tell time
That's all they do,
They are lying to you
An advisory warns
That the wind surely blows
And the rivers overflow
Don't search for meaning,
You won't find a thing
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Andrew Hughes Indiana
Because I can. And you can listen, if you want.
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