1. |
One Shiny Boot
03:51
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Ha ha ha the joke was on you,
the bucket wasn't full when they tested my shoe,
and now I'm on my way down I'm on my way...
No more kicks from the mountain g's,
no more buzzes from the sugar bees,
and I'm cut off, yup yup yup, I'm cut off.
Did you see that room on fire?
Did you see I joined the choir?
Did you smell my joie de vivre?
Did you taste my crooked pelt?
Is it based on what you felt?
Sorry I'm not sensitive about me.
A one way ticket around the bend
where I'll never need to fly again.
Where's the flaw in that design?
No more quarters in the wishing well,
they don't take change at the bank in hell.
If it's not yours then when was it ever mine?
One shiny boot,
pushing up the roots,
kicking off the game I never get to play.
One lonely foot,
turning into soot,
and I can't run with just one boot.
Isn't it lovely of my friends
tying up my fraying loose ends,
making it so you can't see the wired frame?
Should have done better by my wife.
Now she's stuck with the other guy.
Now she's got another reason to blame.
Should have stuck with my crooked crutch.
God told one bad joke too much.
Now I'm laughing all the way to church.
Should have tried my hand at bridge,
instead of drinking off that ridge,
but I don't ever like to leave my perch.
One shiny boot,
pushing up the roots,
kicking off the game that I never get to play.
Up against a wall,
playing tethered ball,
and I can't run with just one boot.
It's raining, it's pouring, my whole life is boring, because of you.
Next time I won't be oppressed,
wonder bout the way I dressed,
everybody's doing what comes naturally.
Next time I won't stop to walk,
may forget we had this talk,
truth is we don't think in truths, not factually.
One shiny boot
pushing up the roots,
kicking off the game I never get to play.
One lonely guy,
he's not stuck on the why,
he says "I can't run with just one boot."
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2. |
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Compass charts, cartography,
continents we've yet to see.
Come on boys, it's not too late
to seek a newer world.
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3. |
Diana Marie
03:01
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Diana Marie,
Something's wrong with my pedigree.
It's all I could do
to keep me up and talking to you.
Cause I can't pay my bills
racing up those dreamy hills,
calling from this height.
Reception's poor and my battery won't last all night.
I'm running out of chances,
through with doing these same dances.
Diana, it's cruel.
Being everybody's fool.
This is not my fight.
Done my run and now it's closing night.
Diana Marie,
sorry you're a casualty
of my malcontent,
headed to a swift decent.
And I ask you please,
consider me a leaf on the autumn breeze.
It always turns to fall.
I'd better bounce, I'm sorry you missed this call.
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4. |
Text
03:33
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She wigged out when she saw the thing
she thought she saw you see.
Someone else said I said it,
but they didn't say it to me.
Now it's been a week of crocodile crying.
To tell the truth, she might be lying.
Someone robbed you of your riches, your majesty.
Did it matter what the matter was
and was the matter resolved?
I know that it's not growing
but it's certainly evolved.
When she saw the circus she seemed sad.
When she broke the mirror she was glad.
Seven years isn't too bad once it's dissolved.
And she said, no she didn't, and she didn't say it to me.
It's a cybernetic breakdown of everything she said
and it's all up in the air kid, and it's all in your head
and she never really loved you (except for the times she loved you)
and it doesn't really matter anymore.
The care package was delivered but not received.
She took the name but never signed the lease.
And she said, no she didn't, and she didn't say it to me.
It's a cybernetic breakdown of everything she said
and it's all up in the air kid, and it's all in your head
and she was the perfect woman (but she's just like other women)
and it doesn't really matter anymore.
And she said, no she didn't, and she didn't say it to me.
It's a cybernetic breakdown of everything she said
and it's all up in the air kid, and it's all in your head
and she never really loved you (except for the times she loved you)
and she was the perfect woman (but she's just like other women)
and you never really had her (except for the times you had her)
and it doesn't really matter anymore.
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You kick me out in the morning
into scotch tape and tissue paper.
I never thought of time
in easily stored boxes.
The air is filled with drainage
and the pipes are filled with autumn
as I memorize
the last steps off your front porch.
Do we even know that it's cold outside
or is the window pane just shut?
And I can still remember
when I could be surprising
and I can still imagine
what your pancakes would smell like
and I still wear your t-shirt
before I go to bed.
You forgot you owned it
and I forgot I had it.
Do we even know that it's cold outside
or is the window pane just shut?
I sleep better on Sundays,
I forget to brush my teeth
I let my hair grow longer
and I whistle less and less.
and I still wear your t-shirt
before I go to bed.
You forgot you owned it
and I forgot I had it.
Do we even know that it's cold outside
or is the window pane just shut?
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6. |
That's Alright
02:54
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The rain is coming down,
washing the city free of everything
that reminds me of your face.
But it can't escape my mind
but that's alright.
Months have passed since we last
lay together, and I saw the look of love
leave your eyes.
You pushed me away
but that's alright.
Although you think my life revolves
around you, you should know I'm doing fine.
Although you may think that my hear is
shattered you should know that it mends well.
Your porcelain face, as we lean ever closer
for a chance to win back
what we had before.
It reeks of all your lies,
but that's alright.
The way you look at me
when I take a step back away from you.
You may think that it will stay
forever on my mind,
but that's alright.
Although you think my life revolves
around you, you should know I'm doing fine.
Although you may think that my hear is
shattered you should know that it mends well.
Don't come to me with all your troubles,
don't come to me begging for my time.
don't come to me saying that you've changed,
or that you can be better.
My patience is waning.
Would you just let me be?
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7. |
B-Side
02:00
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Bro'd out with your brother,
made peace with your mother,
fuck, even your father gave me the go.
I started to fret,
what a pain in the neck,
but I'm at your beck and call me at home.
I can't write a palindrome.
I get awkward on the phone.
I don't want to bitch and moan
but I wanna be
The B-Side jingle to your number one single,
I'll be the bonus track.
Spinning with you,
turntable for two,
lady, I got your back.
I want to be beside you
I racked up my phone bill
sitting at home still;
being alone kills
rationality.
I need a quick shove
to get to the heart of,
I want to be part of
your reality.
I can't surf the crimson wave
I can't play like BrIan May
but I'll love you every day
and I wanna be
The B-Side jingle to your number one single,
I'll be the bonus track.
Spinning with you,
turntable for two,
lady, I got your back.
I want to be beside you
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8. |
Mark the Stalls
03:03
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Another one for the gutters,
left like daisies in the dark.
Living life for the weekend,
gut smoke boozing in the park.
Did you hear what she did?
She made her mother almost cry.
He was up for super star
but there's no ladder to the sky.
And we started singing,
we'll never make it out alive.
And the buzzer is angel's
trumpet burning through the halls.
There's oranges and apples
in the lonely shopping malls.
If we can't burn all the bridges,
then we'll mark the stalls.
Leave behind a legacy as a reminder
post the fall.
And we started singing,
we'll never make it out alive.
Kiss me in the snow, and the sun, and the rain.
There's nothing to lose, and everything to gain.
My love for you is so strong,
so if music be the food of love, play on.
And we started singing,
we'll never make it out alive.
And we started screaming,
the sun will never rise again.
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9. |
Before this Song
03:13
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What if the sun didn't rise?
What if I never kissed you again?
It wouldn't matter.
You stopped seeing me
long before the darkness came.
What if the leaves didn't unfurl?
What if I never touched you again?
It wouldn't matter.
You stopped feeling me
long before the branches died.
Before this song.
What if another word was never written?
What if I never spoke to you again?
It wouldn't matter.
You stopped hearing me
long before our story ended.
What if another child was never born?
What if I never saw you again?
It wouldn't matter.
There were already enough children
long before this song was born.
Before this song.
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10. |
Don't Dance
02:24
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She's got panic and lace wrapped around her chest,
dressed to the nines in her Wednesday best.
A simple pursuit, a night on the town,
about twelve blocks from where she was found.
Her thousand yard stare is beyond compare,
bow tie tied in her auburn hair.
Talk of the town, toast of the city,
everyone murmuring "wasn't it a pity."
If she ever goes out, she'll knock back a stout,
but without a doubt, if she ever goes out,
she don't dance.
She never had the chance.
She's got a switchblade stuck behind her smile.
They say the flashbacks stop after a while.
Now intimacy's a thing of the past.
All the boys in the bar spy on her glass.
Her thousand yard stare is beyond compare.
She sees that figure lurking everywhere.
Her friends all tell her "try and relax.
Let him buy you a drink without a panic attack."
But it's hard to flirt when every fucking jerk
in this place has his face.
So she don't dance.
She never had a chance.
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11. |
Hey Mom
03:55
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Hey Mom,
thanks for the treats in my lunch.
Crustless white bread sandwiches
and for the nestle crunch.
All the sweets,
that I'm not supposed to have.
I'm the luckiest kid around,
of course I won't tell Dad.
Yes, I passed my classes
all with flying scores.
Yes, I know you're working
hard at cleaning floors.
But I've got a life that's
filled with open doors.
And hey Mom,
it's all thanks to you.
Hey Mom,
thanks for letting me shave my head.
I know that if Dad finds out
we're as good as dead.
When he screams
it shakes me to my knees,
almost just as loud as my
Best of Ramones cds.
Yes, I drank a little
vodka with my friends.
Yes, I threw it up
and then I crashed Dad's benz.
But I'll work all summer
just to make ammends.
And hey Mom,
don't be mad at me.
Hey Mom,
sorry I didn't call you back.
Boss has worked me to the bone,
and doesn't cut me slack.
But you know
that I'll call you back some day.
Hope Dad lets you leave the house
on this Mother's Day.
I'm alright because you
taught me life's big rules.
Love until you're beaten down,
fighting is for fools.
You're the reason that I
ended up this cool.
And hey Mom
it's all thanks to you.
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12. |
Congregation
02:47
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Follow the signs from the hotel lobby
passed the angels that cry.
Sister-less sisters in a highschool dress
arm in arm with a spike.
Wrap it up in a big blue box
to get you to the other side.
Shoot her down.
His one eye is watching you
so close it's on fire.
Shivers from the snake nosed priest
at least seven more then he'll retire.
But your firefly's far from serenity
and you gotta catch 'em all.
Shoot her down.
Detective and his partner hand me
a towel for good luck.
The congregation's been beating John's wife
for splitting that couple up.
But the brothers and the black swan mothers
coming to fill my cup.
Shoot her down.
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13. |
Anything
03:52
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14. |
Corgi's Meat and Deli
00:37
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There'a lineup down the avenue,
the A + N folks with the plastic bag shoes,
shaking their troubles and greening their blues
all to be the first to taste the soup
at Corgi's Meat and Deli.
Fill your cup up, fill your belly.
Soon rich folks in chromed up trucks
wander down south just to make buck.
The A + N folks won't bother none
with lettuce and tomatoes and a couple of buns
at Corgi's Meat and Deli.
Eat your heart out, eat your belly.
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