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Intro (vert)
02:32
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I love a good rainstorm
I love a good soak
I love any excuse to hunker down at home
And I’ll tell you I want to
I’ll tell you I’m fine
I’ll tell you anything to keep a peaceful vibe
But you don’t care, and I don’t mind
You go yours and I’ll be far behind
It’s a trial of solo v. so long
Let’s talk about haircuts
Let’s talk about fish
Let’s talk about anything but fucking politics
But you were the exception
You were my connection that made me feel normal
But you don’t care, and I don’t mind
You go yours and I’ll be far behind
Its funny, but not funny ha ha
That you don’t care, and I don’t mind
You go yours and I’ll be far behind
It’s a trial of solo v. so long
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The Hole
05:04
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I sat strange in a new city, much too old to make new friends
And I paid a patient ear, and then double for some hands
Cause I am my favorite habits, yeah and I could use a win
But the hole is always hungry so I take it on the chin
And the morning after wrapped up in a sheet
Well my rant was fueled by a high dwindling
So bright hours earlier, dulled by morning sun,
left with nothing sharper than the evidence of fun
I said, “I can take you away from here and save you from these lonely years.”
As she stood inside my doorway, thin as alcoholics blood
And her head it tilted slightly to recall the speech she’d done
Oh so many times before, she said, “I like it here, I don’t need saving,
I am happy, I’m no damsel, or a proxy.”
And its probably for the best, cause I’d rather be sleeping
When I have to pay the piper and its feeding time again
I’ll try again, I’ll fail again, but next time I’ll fail better
(when the fever breaks, when the buzz is gone, take a breath before, your comfort will bring you down, gotta let it go, next time will be yours)
Aces and eights, bout damn time I trade ‘em in, before the rake, for a script pad and a pen
And then when the darkness lifted it was oh so bittersweet
Like the end of a long marriage where I missed its company
But my options all dissolved slowly by acidic years
What the hell do it do now, why would I want to see this clear?
Now I’m alternating between celebrating and recuperating
Retribution for the notion that I’m someone’s special something
God and I rarely see eye to eye, Pascal made a wager and so will I
Cause the hole comes back almost every single night
There’s no way to fill it up but lord knows I’ve tried
I’ll try again, I’ll try again, I’ll fail again, but next time I’ll fail better
Holy Ghost, take me home
I’m sorry if you thought that I could make you whole
Separate from gen. pop., a hole to make your myth up
In that shell you picked up, you hear what you wanna hear
Cause I’ll muddy your clean waters then complain about my thirst
Playing chicken with the android, hoping he blinks first
Now its 2 am ATM withdrawl, old enough to know better, high enough to forget
I don’t like my situation but not enough to change it (maybe you’re just not that interesting)
A part apart from partners but appreciative of being included in the whole
Easy to like but hard to love
Cause their eyes are little mirrors throwing back just what I do
If I won’t excel for me then I’ll excel for you
I’ll try again, I’ll fail again, but next time I’ll fail better
(when the fever breaks, when the buzz is gone, take a breath before, your comfort will bring you down, gotta let it go, next time will be yours)
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Car Crash Companion
04:16
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Its hard enough to see the twisted highway
Without the dome lights going on and off
I could park inside the fog and refill monthly
And lose the one thing I got going on
It’s a long way to go in a bust up ride
Plastic Shaman by the side of my bed
Ayahuasca in the desert just past midnight
Tapping frequencies of secret intent
Double agents on the inside
I wish I was fine with the normal life, no fight in me
Looking for the white flag, psychonaut leads the way
I’m tired of my own brain fuck fuck fucking me
Its hard enough to lug the load I carry
Without repeating everything in three
You left your brand upon my cheek in cherry
But I was too distracted thinking bout the ones that came ‘fore me
It’s a long way to go and its mostly down
But I promise that you’ll never be bored
It’s a brand new fight in a brand new town
With the feeling that I’ve been here before
I think I left the burner on
I wish I was fine with the normal life, no fight in me
Looking for the white flag, psychonaut leads the way
I’m tired of my own brain fuck fuck fucking me up
Don’t wait for me
Don’t wait for me, save yourself
It a long way to go for a happy end
That depends on when you’re stopping the tall tale
Cause you’re looking at the last of the gentlemen
Who can fake it through a social assail
Leaving toothmarks on the slow-pour
I wish I was fine with the normal life, no fight in me
Looking for the white flag, psychonaut leads the way
I’m tired of my own brain fuck fuck fucking me up
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4. |
Before the Devil Knows
03:53
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Silence, my pet, you’re gonna miss me when I’m gone
Cause this thing, we done, well every midnight meets its dawn
There’s blood upon the moon tonight
And one fool, still trying to turn the wrong to right
So with hat in hand
I’ll accept my fate eppur si muove
Gotta make something of myself before the devil knows I’m dead
Gotta take something for myself before the devil knows I’m dead
Please help me out, before the lights go out
Who knows what goes a walkin’ round your woods at night?
Ain’t nobody gonna get to you
Strong arms, and a little bit of attitude
With a patient hand
I release my grip on that which birthed this
Gotta make something of myself before the devil knows I’m dead
Gotta take something for myself before the devil knows I’m dead
Please help me out
Though unfair, that’s life
When the crowd wants blood you will oblige
One sentence, to the stocks
Here’s your pound of flesh now run along
Gotta make something of myself before the devil knows I’m dead
Gotta take something for myself before the devil knows I’m dead
Please help me out, before the lights go out
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5. |
Savannah
02:10
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I’ve been walking in the gardens of the Southern town I love
I’ve been thinking bout the Beatles and the empty sky above
Hold my hand when I’m sad
And be my friend, John Lennon
I’ve been walking in the mission, of the Southern town I love
I’ve been thinking bout ambition and the things I left undone
Hold my hand when I’m sad
And be my friend for an end
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Hello Deadly
03:47
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On a cold night
In the Springtime
In New Orleans, 1919
It was almost like the cold was living in your bones
But we opened
All the windows
From the parlor to the bedroom
And danced, and played, and sang until the day was reborn
Cause that can’t happen here
Nothing happens here
Hello Deadly, you look lonely as I
A turn of happenstance
And I could walk a crooked mile
Hello Deadly, you brought a city to life
For desperate vanity
Or just a lonely impulse of delight
So my mind set
On a vengeance
and I stocked up
For protection
And lost Lenore may fear no more when floorboards moan
cause the jazz songs
They were lamb’s blood
On the doorway to being someone
But we still want to keep a weapon in our home
Cause that can’t happen here
Hello Deadly, you look lonely as I
A turn of happenstance
And I could walk a crooked mile
Hello Deadly, you brought a city to life
For desperate vanity
Its just a lonely impulse when I say
Hello Deadly I’m hoping for a sign
An answer on marquees, sparkling in light
But all that we get is a
Lightning Bug’s flicker to light up the cure
Hello Deadly tell me where it hurts
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7. |
Over Thirty
02:18
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I found a few reminders
Another reason more
I come around to see you
…left ‘em by the door
cause it’s a long way to go it alone
and I know its not perfection but, lord, who’s is though?
Cause you’ll always be my harbor, I’ll always be your home
Just don’t wait too long to pick up the phone
Rewriting my want ads
Stuck in quarantine
Another thing more glamorous
When you see it on a screen
cause it’s a long way to go it alone
and we’re far beyond believing movie magic shows
and you don’t have to love me, just laugh at some of my jokes
but don’t wait too long to pick up the phone
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Parallel Life
03:45
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There’s a parallel life
Buzzing next to mine
Filled with all that could of been
White tipped roller skates
Baseball, birthday cakes
Sunday nights crowd round the table
Bedtimes, bag lunches, and a weekend away if we’re able
There’s a parallel life
Breaking next to mine
A mantle full of Grammys
You sleep with the gin
Poolside, heroin
A white baby grand just like Lennon’s
I wake you to show you my song as the sun burns the ocean
There’s a parallel life
Branching all the time
One where we are royals
One we’re closet queens
One we’re libertines
One where we’re pairs of claws
Scuttling cross silent seas
Drown all my faith in a slot machine
For something that I can believe in
Round round it goes but my constant in chaos is always you
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9. |
Blue Daisies
04:57
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Stiff drink, then another one
Seat back, keys out on the ground
Street light, burn out just as I do
I’ll take 10 gallons and
Scratchers, win my money back
Glass jar, leave a penny or two
Cause I’ve been coming up
Blue blue daisies
Its almost like someone’s been holding my hand
Like blue blue daisies
She rides on a chariot
Pulled by a couple purring cats
Somewhere down the road out of view
I’ll take seeing diamonds on the water
And make my day just what I wanna
Food from down the corner
I’ll be seeing you
we’ll be coming up
Blue blue daisies
Its almost like someone’s been holding my hand
or taking a stand for you
Carrying on
Shine your light on something new
That shines some right on back to you
And get yourself warm
Carrying on
Past the point of fighting it
I got my bread and circuses
I’m Carrying on
I’m here, where I’ve always been
Building up my tolerance
I’ve been open to find
Blue blue daisies
Its almost like someone’s been holding my hand
Like blue blue daisies
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10. |
Beautiful in Black
02:25
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A monument piled on the floor to uncertainty
but you remain beautiful in black
You’re a damn good hang
Riding a world in flames
Lending a hand of claws
To the banal and blahs
When you’re wearing down
When you second guess
Should you hum along with the shining masses?
I got something here to hold on to
that you remain beautiful in black
there’s a light, they say, after we go away
21 grams unseen thinking eternally
leave your darkened days
leave your hoodoo charms
leave your spark of thought
to the here and now
I want nothing else to hold on to
as we remain
Beautiful in black
Beautiful in black
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