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Flights
04:01
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Openin' up now,
openin' up the door
feel the sea breeze on the shore
and everything would be just fine
but the tumor just wasn't benign
so we're cuttin' it out now, yeah
Pickin' it up now,
pickin' up glass shards
would she ever go that far
would she ever go that way
she stopped eatin' the soup of the day
and she's pretty aloof now, yeah
pickin a fight with you
pickin a fight with you
up all night with you
up all night with you, oh.
Fuckin' us up now,
fuckin' up our chances
our chance at romance
so dot your t's and cross your i's
or else the paperwork could be denied
they tryin to fuck us up now, yeah
pickin a fight with you
pickin a fight with you
up all night with you
up all night with you, oh.
I gotta a couple more things to show
I gotta a couple more things to show
I gotta a couple more flights to go
I gotta a couple more flights to go.
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2. |
Waiting Song
02:49
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Very little time to be spendin' with mine
and then I drive around and drive around
o yeah, I'm still waiting on you
I'll be waiting on you
How about you?
I'll be waiting you
I'll be waiting on you
Then I leave for home
but promised I would return
and then I wait around and wait around
o yeah, now its too late for you
And it's too late me
and How about you?
And it's too late for me
o, and it's too late for us
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3. |
When You Want It
03:18
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Friends come, friends go
get high, let go
everything I ever wanted
was like a house it chilled and haunted me
Stay in, go out
head full of doubt
and all these tired verses
always writing in first person
And you can't depend on anyone
on anyone
my heart is full
and my arms are open
for everyone
When you want it
when you want it
there's a place to hang your coat
If you want it
if you want it
just make my change so I can go
You beatnik
you sellout
you're way too cool for our kind now
your high tops
and I'm sure
just leave your baggage on the floor
Sometimes you're there
try not to care
but all the pressure's pressing
down on me it's so depressing
And even when you're right it seems
you're never free
my friends are gone
so now I'm watching the TV
When you want it
when you want it
there's a place to hang your coat
If you want it
if you want it
just make my change so I can go
You beatnik
you sellout
you're way too cool for our kind now
your high tops
and I'm sure
just leave your baggage on the floor
Will you make it to the show?
Answer's probably no, no, no, no, no
When you want it
when you want it
there's a place to hang your coat
If you want it
if you want it
just make my change so I can go
You beatnik
you sellout
you're way too cool for our kind now
your high tops
and I'm sure
just leave your baggage on the floor
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4. |
Ode to V.
04:29
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Best foot forward in my misstep
best foot forward when I thinking about you
caught flat-footed in my misstep
caught flat-footed when I think about you
What you taught me was impermanence
what you taught was there is no control
nothing much that I can do or say
cause the wheel's gonna turn anyway
it'll turn anyway
up and down and every which way
we're just here for the day
Haven't felt just like myself today
isolated in my hiding place
wasn't something I was trying to face
but the wheel's gonna turn anyway
it'll turn anyway
up and down and every which way
we're just here for the day
Vinnie, my boy,
this is a song about saying goodbye
Vinnie, my boy
this pithy ode for all your hiding spots and all the good times
Vinnie, my boy
And so often, write about grief
try to avoid it, try to keep it brief
but it's so hard just to stay away
but it's so easy when you feel the sting
when I think about you
o yeah, when I'm thinking about you
when I eulogize you
Vinnie, my boy,
this is a song about saying goodbye
Vinnie, my boy
this pithy ode for all your hiding spots and all the good times
Vinnie, my boy
I just ask myself why the night's so long
have some patience for one time in your life
I just ask myself why the night's so long
bidding my time as all the moments slow
wading through this archipelago
bidding my time as all the cannons blow
Vinnie, my boy
this is a song about saying goodbye
Vinnie, my boy
Vinnie, I never thought about saying goodbye
Vinnie, I never thought about saying goodbye
to you, my boy.
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Nothing to hold
Nothing tonight
Warmth in the cold
Gas station light.
How many times did you lose?
How many times did you fail or misuse?
How many times did you cry?
How many nights did you sleep by the roadside?
And what did you find?
Another grain in the dust of a salt mine
And what did you find?
Another avenue, another avenue, oh?
No time to close
Packed up at night
Set on the road
No tears, no fright
How many times did you lose?
How many times did you fail or misuse?
How many times did you cry?
How many nights did you sleep by the roadside?
And what did you find?
Another grain in the dust of a salt mine
And what did you find?
Another avenue, another avenue, oh?
What did you find?
What did you know
What did you find?
What did you know?
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6. |
Interlude
00:47
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7. |
Not That Kind
03:03
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Is it getting better
or is it getting worse?
I can't tell if this fight has been a
blessing or a curse
Ooh, and I can't tell you
what it means to be afraid
Ooh, and I can't relate
all my friends live so far away
Believe what they told ya
I am not that kind
Ooh, and I can't indulge ya
and it feels alright
Well you can't fly if I don't let ya
you can't cry in the rain
hand in sin my light's feeling so dim
but it all turns out the same
One day I'll mine a big fat diamond
out of all this rough
but until then I'll sing it again
got a lot, I got a lot of real good friends
Believe what they told ya
I am not that kind
Ooh, and I can't indulge ya
and it feels alright
Believe what they told ya
I am stepping out of the rain
To ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Believe what they told ya
I am not that kind
Ooh, and I can't indulge ya
and it feels alright
Yeah it feels alright
Yeah it feels alright
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8. |
Matches
03:22
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If I were water
I would be someone's flood
or I'd be dripping down a basement wall but
too little too much I'll
drink you dry I'll fill you up
and who's to say that's not enough?
It begins like
you wanna be so much better
stronger, smarter, more together
than anybody else but
you can't force a change
you can't pick a fruit until it's ready
tell me when will I feel steady? oh
Lift the mattress
where the gunk is
strange home
can't stop me now I'm lighting up
matches
I'm lighting up matches
And it's already gone
it's already gone
Guess it's better than before
yeah, I'm almost ready
taken by the neon colors
blinded by the light
and all we are is on and on
fake your likeness
be a star
and don't depend on anyone but me
Lift the mattress
where the gunk is
strange home
can't stop me now I'm lighting up
matches
I'm lighting up matches
And it's already gone
it's already gone
Gone, gone, gone
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9. |
Nobody
03:48
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You feel the pop pop bang bang, pullin away
and your late night cloud high is startin to fade
you find yourself alone and you're really pushed to the bring
stress is the catalyst, stress is the catalyst, oh
Something that nobody knows
something that you see
something that nobody knows
you see the clock strike six and you're still wide awake
and your blood-shot eyes pop, you're startin to fade
you've held your head above, now you're really starting to sink
something to laugh about, nothing to laugh about, oh
Something that nobody knows
something that you see
something that nobody knows
Nobody, something nobody knows
the fight for you love
Nobody, something nobody knows
the fight for your trust
You tend to recap, backtrack most of the day
and your net-year end plan is in disarray
the things you think about just before you're going to sleep
the things you think about, the things you think about
Nobody, something nobody knows
the fight for you love
Nobody, something nobody knows
the fight for your trust
Nobody, not even you.
Nobody's home
we're all alone
Nobody's home
we're all alone
I even called
Nobody's home
I even called
nobody's home
Nobody's home
pick up the phone,
Nobody's home
nobody.
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Where had our heroes gone?
can't recall what they said.
So tough to notice
when you're tucked under my bed
And then I realized I had few pics of you
frame 'em one by one
and hang 'em in my room
It's sad to say
It's sad to say
the party's over now
let's all go back to sleep
such a pharisee, a refugee
I hug Mohammed
but I don't know what to say
The party's over now
And then you'd wake up
hear the knocking at your door
we watched reruns
featuring Sir Roger Moore
I was a child with my childish ways
I'd ride by bike over and skip school for the day
It's sad to say
It's sad to say
the party's over now
let's all go back to sleep
such a pharisee, a refugee
I hug Mohammed
but I don't know what to say
The party's over now
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11. |
Problems
03:22
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I've got problems
and their rising to the surface
I've got problems
that I swept under
the red, red carpet
I've got problems
but are they really even worth it?
My lonely problems,
or am I just another person?
And their rising to the surface
I've got issues,
deeper than volcanic fissures
I'm under pressure
I see stairs like I'm
M.C. Escher
I've got mountains
and their rising to the surface
I see green mountains
just before I draw the curtains
Hey, hey, Imma type it all day:
"all work and no play,
makes Jack a dull boy"
And their rising to the surface,
o yeah, their rising to the surface,
I finally frowned
I finally found what I'm looking for
I finally frowned without waiting too long
I'm finally down
not just numb as I walk around town
I finally frowned without waiting too long
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12. |
Get It For Free
02:13
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Give me some motherfuckin' money!
throw this dog a bone to eat
when you're friends with really
high class people but
you wanna smash the bourgeoisie
Don't wanna wake up in the morning
don't wanna find a steady job
cause you know cash I really wanna
scratch a little from the bottom
for a chance just to get to the top
And you like books and cars and
coke and bars and
luxury of all kinds
entitled thing
you bougie thing
well I guess I really wanna
but I'm doing just fine
Smoke em if you got em
let the dog off off the leash
take a winding road to nowhere
cause you know credit cards are free, baby
Cause you like hotel rooms and silver spoons
you got a case of class envy
entitled thing, you human thing
well I guess I really want it
but I get it for free
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13. |
Wireless Heart
03:30
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Woke up this morning to the sound of cows
started dropping pennies down the wishing well
hear em bounce and fall
and come to life before me
age of self reflection
on the touch screen
And your skin is real, as real as can be
wanna pull it back
oh so delicately
what kind of life is that?
with your head in the clouds
put it back on your shoulders and look around
Hey! Whatcha say?
won't you come around to my wireless heart
Hey! It'll be okay
if you come around to my wireless heart
Catching signals in the darkness
waiting for my life to start
signals, darkness
it's the light
light I find
Wanna run and hide from all the high lives
open my eyes I'm doing alright
you are my greatest friend
you are my worst enemy
mechanical waves on a mechanical sea
Hey! Whatcha say?
won't you come around to my wireless heart
Hey! It'll be okay
if you come around to my wireless heart
Catching signals in the darkness
waiting for my life to start
signals, darkness
it's the light
And I wanted to save that sheep
I wanted to run
I wanted you to go that deep
I wanted to run
Hey! Whatcha say?
won't you come around to my wireless heart
Hey! It'll be okay
if you come around to my wireless heart
Catching signals in the darkness
waiting for my life to start
signals, darkness
it's the light
light I find
Chupacabra
Gonna get ya
Clear your browser
Motherfucker
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