1. |
The First Song
01:30
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oooh, what you'll be little boy
is doctors lawyers engineers
you see little boy?
oooh, and you grew little boy
and learned to shed those bright ideas
you see little boy?
now, there's a building downtown
with coffee breaks and donuts
that they offer as bribes as you rot at your desk
and you smile as if rested but filled with unrest
as the number 15 picks you up every night.
you dream of the songs you don't write
the songs that you dream but don't write
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2. |
Hi Son
03:43
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Just like I learned those lessons in childhood
Same way I know I'm untouched and unharmed
Sleep like a looser and think like an arson
Don't hate my father the phone rings its "hi son"
Tonka trucks in the back yard are rusted forgotten
The apple trees fruit has all fallen and rotten
The grass has gone un-mowed and each blade is crazy
Its over and done still my dreams don't obey me
I'm sorry I fucked up. can I have a pardon?
We'll hug first play catch up, we'll work on the garden
And I'll forgive you like I forgive strangers
The people I don't know just forward my anger
To lovers and partners, family residuals
Children I will or won't have what do kids know
The neighborhoods gone and the sidewalks been torn out
By orange caterpillars and big smoking dump trucks
My old school's renamed and my teachers retired
I'm throwing my failed report cards in the fire
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3. |
Sunday's Little Flower
03:23
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I could be the one that you let whisper in your ear
I could be your trusted bread for butter
Maybe if this evening lasts we'll swim into the sun
Or maybe not once more the same along
Keep in mind there's always someone else
Wanna hedge your bets? Curl up and stay home.
And you know I've run out nothing else
I can run out life half perfect alone.
We could be boys We could be boys
In the summertime
Titus runs, mud puppy wishing
We could be girls We could be girls
In the summertime
Rising smiles, flown together
Oh Jesus Christ that's nice! like Sunday's little flower.
Keep in mind there's always something else
Better make time now or you'll get sold
Don't expect to get gods blessing
He's a rambling man who only looks out for himself
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4. |
Walk Away
03:27
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Walk away from this
I don't want to walk away from this
Baby's at my side asleep it's Sunday morning
windows creeping almost golden
Still there's time to think
The way that spring is always there to sing
A song to keep your mind off disappointments
Remind you how things come and go and..
I'm almost sure I wanna stay
asleep and dream baby
The covers keep warm the kitty
That lies in bed asleep with me.
Kittys like to play and bite
And ride the shit out of their bike
Its been rumored or been said
They like themselves some sweet cornbread
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5. |
Secret Story
02:28
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I've got a secret story
and nobody else can tell it
monsters may leap out roaring
Like pop up books when you're little
I've got a secret story
And nobody else can tell it
everyone likes a story
With angels and alcoholics
Give me summertime when I'm king and the schools bow down
Give me white trash friends, give me bb guns and small towns
Give me lightning bugs like a chorus to sting the dark
I've got a secret story
in winter we're all wearing moon boots
we tracked up the school in a slush parade
as we walked into catholic home room
I've got a secret story
That 's told in between smiling poses
And arms around arms of everyone
That’s found in the family album.
I've got a secret story
All the railroads were gone way before me
A dot on the map means somewhere
Can you figure it out all by yourself?
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6. |
Go to Hollywood
03:13
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Jens is a friend, he's seen better days
With millionaire kids riding V.C. parades
Every boom has a bust and now its all changed
Did you think it would last? Do you want it again?
As the party got tired the skyscrapers slow
When the money runs out funs the first thing to go.
Now he's disenfranchised and put in his time
So he's writing his script on the company dime.
Then he's moving to Hollywood, Hollywood stars
He's moving to Hollywood, Hollywood charms
Every waitress is waiting in line for her break
Every Midwestern dreamer is ready to make...
A bundle, a fortune, a house in the hills
When his ship arrives sailing he'll pay all his bills.
So he's packing his bags for a mythical place
Where the stars pave the sidewalks and good guys give chase
They all move to Hollywood, Hollywood stars
They all move to Hollywood, Hollywood charms
Every neighbor a rockstar with something to say
Every doorman is gracious and openly gay
The life that he's seen's not the life that he saw
For himself when the tassels and homework were done.
Now the meetings and meetings are beating him down
And he wonders why he's still sticking around
So he's moving to Hollywood, Hollywood stars
He's moving to Hollywood, Hollywood charms
Every party is promising hope and renewal
Every porn star is friendly and out at the pool
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7. |
Pink Floyd and Alison
03:29
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Pink Floyd and Alison remind me its been so long.
Since fucking meant anything, I caution you, you could drown.
So reckless with my heart i fear I've worn it out.
Lampreys and gigolos, I'll sleep on the sofa now.
I won't quietly leave this place.
And the sun will not chase me down.
Rain on my face, Kisses from the sky.
I'm just feeling lonesome now
I'm only just lonesome now
Get pale and content with me.
I support your complacency.
Give up on the sun.
The kitchen is almost done.
Pink Floyd and alison remind me that things go wrong.
Platinum white lovers, I warn you, can't last that long.
You're tragically beautiful, I miss you, but I can't help.
I won't claim paralysis, but can robots fix themselves?
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8. |
Fine Chance
03:52
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Hard to believe it's the end of the world
Well I hope you have something to say.
I can pretend that I love you again.
Anyway that still works now and then
Since I'm going away, I've got nothing to loose
Write me postcards like tourists that say...
I was the one that burnt out your sun
And you were the one who changed me.
Back just 4 years in that dust rock prone town
The last time I kissed comfortably
We were lovers that wrecked, We had good fights and sex
With more passion and trust then we'd sense.
Let your lovers be heroes again
Cause we just see the best side of them
Now that their missed lets pretend
we'd do it all over again
Who wants to believe that there is no god?
Who wants to believe they're alone?
I set up my head so that I couldn't hurt
kinda useless now that I've grown...
Far apart from that man
He's a foreigner standing
Guard for a roadside motel
Try and pretend that we're in love again
That I'm hot in your arms drinking you
I'm writing love songs 4 years too late
To a girl that I'm not sure I knew.
all that newlywed bliss
they've got nothing like this
We crushed stars with a butterfly kiss
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9. |
Power to the Wedge
00:19
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10. |
Real Gold
05:02
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don't know what to do with these girls anymore
They have grown into women, and I'm still a boy
tumble down, to the ground, dust myself off in real gold.
And I read in a study that kids must grow old
That they all leave the nursery, get bought and get sold.
tumble down, to the ground, dust myself off in real gold.
What was it you were heard constantly saying?
You're always bored? Boring world entertain me!
tumble down, to the ground, dust yourself off in real gold.
Did you wait by the phone?
Did you phone and hang up?
Was I uniformed clueless?
Or right to give up
Guess I'll send out the cards
For our formal demise
But before I address them a favor from you…
Tell me lies
And I'm finding that time makes you seem like a saint
And I'm finding that time made some sweetness of pain
Tumble down, to the ground, dust myself off in real gold.
I don't know what to do with these girls anymore
They have grown into women, and I'm still a boy
tumble down, to the ground, dust myself off in real gold.
And I read in a study that kids must grow old
That they all leave the nursery, get bought and get sold.
tumble down, to the ground, dust myself off in real gold.
Now I've said my good-byes
And your riddens I've hailed
As lovers or friends
No matter we failed
With parcels in hand
The last verse no reprise
But before I stop singing a favor from you…
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11. |
Don't Throw Up
00:12
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12. |
Pop Star
02:49
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So you wanna be a pop star?
you can start by lowering the bar
Get some platinum white teeth, an industry thief,
you might go far
So you wanna be a pop star?
Were you under-loved? attention starved?
Mommy out at the club? Daddy drunk at the pub?
All of the above?
Well I guess its alright
We all love those rags to riches stories opening night
So turn it on star
And never turn it off while we're still tuned-in to your show
In which case, we'll let you know
That you're a pop star
A consumer good like food or cars
You're a mutual fund, you're diversified son
Safe for everyone
So you wanna be a pop star?
Well I'm more tempted as I write this song
Can't we all get along, we'll have fun at the beach
Here's my acceptancy speech
Put together your hands
For my producer and songwriter and ofcourse the fans
oh, but give it up star
cause you don't play yourself like John Wayne in some western town
in fact it kind of sounds...
like you're a pop star.
Congratulations how you're hit the charts
A debut in top ten will they come back again
Take the money and run
So you wanna be a pop star?
You'll have to follow trends and work the crowd
Get a pitch for the biz
Guess it is what it is
Are you still with me now?
Did I mentions the fans?
Heaps of heaving teens are diving to land at your feet
So give it up star
You'll be Christ without agendas, and a smaller part
What do you think so far?
You wanna be a pop star?
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13. |
Lampreys and Gigolos
02:03
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Took a trip to the great lakes November 1918
Just myself and some moon boots no one to accompany me
When I got to the beach the sand had been frozen to stone
And a sign warned that lamprey had taken the lake for their home
Still a quarter mile out from the beach where i saw the first waves
And a small group of lake trout had gathered to watch as I sank
Under thick sheets of ice breathing pockets of air on the way.
Each fish patiently waiting for me to remove their lamprey
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14. |
Spiral Down
03:54
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I just have the pieces but I know the whole not to touch
Bandits make off with your heart if you use it too much
And made me so far away
So far away
I never knew anyone that I could trust
So I'll never know anyone that I can touch
And I'll never love you cause I'll love you too much
I had my delusion what could've been us
So cross this bay and tow this rope
Your daddy lied but he's the pope
And no one stands up to that guy
There were no heroes to arrive
And lampreys dined upon your bones
With suction mouth toxic overtones
So you stood up as you can
Now you are the other man.
So straight escalate to the place cause you can't twice begin
Open the sun bath and drown you know you can't win.
And make me so far away
So far away
So hark the harem angles frown
The king ounce wed has lost his crown
And heavy footsteps to the door
Have left no mark upon your shore
And worms now swimming in your brain
That were your friends the other day
Have changed their tune and turned around
And are replete as you spiral down
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15. |
Merry Go Round
04:00
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Here is your ticket the ticket man said
Now step aside son the shows over there
You turn apprehensive alone in a crowd
The smiles could be snakes but you know better now...
It's a merry go round, finally I'm in that place
Where the horses are smiling people
I'm sure its a dream but I'm happy to be here
So spin me around in this merry go round
And I'm driving a cloud my horn is a lovers whisper
and she purring to come back to bed
and the sun will come down and warm us for breakfast
And every bit of your face is a merry go round
could be I'm dying approaching an end
could be a flashback from E when I was 19
the ticket man smiles could be he remembers
the day I showed up with no friends
and the horsed back then all played villains
the elephants roared like and untrusting world
but they're all gentle now!
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16. |
Bitch Parade
03:20
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True value, true thank you
For helping me dig this grave
Weaned on it, raised for it
Parents i scrimped and saved
Rough times for the rest
But lackey, we've got it made
Bed down in your movie, your life
Let the critics rave
I'm here to quell your fears
Done with your salad years
That's me the bitch around here
More useful now beaten down
Turn that frown upside down
I'm redeemed! Bitch of the year.
I hope god will forgive me
I think that he should
I've had dozens of chances
And I fuck up real good.
I wrote letters to jesus
And then to myself
I had high balls with santa
And sex with his elves
So much for salad days
I'm on the bitch parade.
I was the rockstar that never got popular
You missed me
Cause I wasn't here
So goodbye to sex all day,
Binge drinking, special K
I'm sorry I thought that was clear
I had lunch with my boss
Who I'm plotting to kill
I would leer at his wife
but he's footing the bill
I'm the handsomest lamprey
With best sucking skill
I have leeches for friends
Here's to "keeping it real"
michael was spreading
The news of his wedding
And somebody else got a house.
so sing them a serenade
congrats boy you've got it made
I'm off this bitch parade now
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17. |
The One I Love
01:58
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Fairly tales. A nursery rhythm
Balance out the sadness of my life
Make amends for my young years
Make amends, amends to balance time
say the worst, and not the best
years have gone by when I reminisce
see a girl, see how we kiss?
she will always be the one I love.
Fairly tales. A nursery rhythm
Balance out the sadness of my life
Let us run, my girl and i.
Let us run for all we’re given time
While we can, jump up and down
i’ll do cart wheels just to be around
next to her, see how we kiss?
She will always be the one I love
Fairly tales. A nursery rhythm
Balance out the sadness of my life
When we’re moved, my girl and I
From the city to a country home
And the days are much the same.
Can’t complain, I could get used to this
With my girl. See how we kiss?
She will always be the one I love
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