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Hello, Violence
03:25
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hey, call it by its name. it's gone anyway, and no one's here to blame. to say all that can be said, it's already dead, and no one watched the games that we played all night and day. if i could i would not love a single thing. the song you sing? i heard it ring. and if you don't need to be with me anymore, you don't need anymore, to be standing at your... hey, just give it a name. things will be the same. i'm sick, but i'm okay. i will give it up when i've had enough, and that time's coming soon. a little bit too soon. if i could i would not give a single thing - no symbol in a dream i can believe. and if you don't need to be with me anymore, you don't need me anymore, then why are you standing at my door?
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Miss the Light
03:03
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you say it don't much impress you. you say i cannot begin to fool you. but if you know there's a soul, what makes mine less whole? and if you just want to fight, then i'll stay at home tonight, and every goddamn day i miss the light. i would like to say, "i'm not alright". you say you're anxious. life's unhappy. you think it's just fine without me. i wish you all the best, so now please just let me rest in my bed all alone. at least i've got a fucking home. and every goddamn day i miss the light. i would like to say "i'm doin' alright". you gave your life some stupid meaning. your heart and mine need a meeting just to figure out what's there. ah, but i don't really care, cause i'm doin' awful fine, despite this awful time. and less and less these days, i miss the light. i would like to say-
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Well Enuff Alone
03:43
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you left him well enough alone. you left him in his darkened home, all alone. the poor man's lost it, now he's got no soul. the drugs have found him and have taken control. now the room is spinning and everything's gone, but before he blacked out, he sang me this song: oh darling, i don't think it matters, my dumb heart is already shattered, but you think you're well enough alone... oh darling, i just can't describe it, and my shrink, he cannot prescribe it, but you think you're well enough alone. but you think you're better off alone. cornered and frightened, hoping to die, not the man you wanted, just another guy... what's the point, i said to him. then he said to me: oh darling, i don't think it matters, my dumb heart is already shattered, but you think you're well enough alone... oh darling, i just can't describe it, and my shrink, he cannot prescribe it, but you think you're well enough alone. but you think you're better off alone.
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Peel Slowly
03:15
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Sealegs
04:57
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i caught you standing there by the telescope, looking far away. (at least i hope...) you caught my eye and threw it out to sea... i guess the ocean deep is all i'll see. when i'm going - i might tell you. where i'm going i might find you. what i'm seeing keeps me reeling. my sealegs ain't that strong yet. i caught you in a net i cast far out. i told you three straight lies... you cast your doubt. we stood around and stared up at the stars, all while singing in this sinking barge. when i'm going - i might tell you. where i'm going i might find you. what i'm seeing keeps me reeling. my sealegs ain't that strong yet.
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October's Eyes
04:20
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it's funny how envy turns to anger when green leaves turn to amber between summer and wintertime. it's funny how hatred turns to pleading when you're fed up with dealing with the white noise in your mind. are you ready for the fall of everything you ever saw? the days grow short, the nights grow cold, and you can't trust a thing you're told at all.
on an anxiety block we're cast away, doomed to fear what we could not say to the children of the parents that have our names and to the parents of the children that know our games. i just cannot comprehend how these means will find an end to the hungry ghosts that haunt the night. and the kids in the back - they ain't looking alright. i'm itching, i'm hurting... you feel it too. i know you'll forget what i asked of you. from the hungry ghosts that haunt the night, that haunt my dreams: i think it's alright that you're itching, you're hurting; i feel it too, and i hope you forget what i put you through...
one day we will compromise while staring into october's eyes, recalling distant times we spent not asking why or what it meant.
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Ponyrides
03:33
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it didn't cost a lot but i bought you a pony in a parking lot. a gallant steed that you could ride - hated its guts and skinned its hide. i didn't mean to let you down. you gave me a note that you signed with a frown. it said i shoulda done better with my dime, that i waste my money and i waste my time on stupid things that catch my eye. a purple suit, a paisley tie. (they go together like milk and pie.) but i've never really been the type of guy to sell myself, make some dough, stash it away to score some blow... it feels real nice, but the comedown? no
kicked in the head, punched in the gut - life's not over but it's kinda stuck in patterns of your own design. sitting around waiting for a sign of life beyond the city walls. three a.m. - three missed calls from someone that you used to love just to see what your life's made of and if you just can't remain. then go, goodbye, i won't complain. i wish you the best just with a kiss i blow your way but i kinda miss the thrill of being young and dumb, where the only care was having fun... county fairs, point rides... been a long time since you've seen them thighs
i just can't be bothered with things like that nowadays. t's better, anyway.
are we too old now to think back to the time we shared our lives? i never could look back but now i realize together we will fall so separate we must rise. forever, we're too tall for playschool and ponyrides
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What's Wrong
05:04
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Sangersong
03:20
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mallory done sang her song and then we tripped into the dawn and hit our heads on the way. mallory made up a tune that lasted us 'til the afternoon into the night. we were lead astray.
then she sang a broken ode and rode her bike on down the road to somewhere she never wanted to stay. now i can't say another word but then again i never heard the song she left me with that day.
i've written tracks for paisley girls but mallory occupies her own world - far, far away in the third creep dimension. noon, she took out both my eyes; i followed her to another sunrise - listen for the train at the station.
when she sang in harsher tones it cut like ice right through my bones but i am still carrying on. i look at these as brighter days... too tired to find the means or the ways. thank god for making me 'strong'. sometimes i feel i'm slipping down, and i see the fall before i hit the ground. and mallory sang her song.
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Last Chan's Karaoke
04:15
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(on) the day you held my hand so tight i lost it there completely at last chan's karaoke. what chaos to my life you bring! i can pick a song to sing, but if tramps like us were born to run, we'd sprint away from the rising sun. and if de-elevator's not gonna break us down, we'll still find a reason to just sit around.
and the clock just ticks - one final wish before midnight hits! so, stay a bit. and if you go, well - say it ain't so. but you oughta know - it's just the start of the show. if we could be heroes for just one day i'm sure we'd do fine in pissing it away. and if you don't stop believing, i've got "more than a feeling" queued up on the screen.
i close my eyes and slip away into a darkened alleyway. i light a smoke and exhale the cancer. i'm thinking of giving it another chance here. and when i hear you calling baby out from a bizarre love song i'll maybe get on my knees like i'm praying for madonna, you and aretha franklin.
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11. |
Ripped (Jadon Freestyle)
03:45
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