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Dad Says He Loves You
04:01
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Calm your mind, the subtle kind, has taken its hold
It does not cease, there’s little ease, and soon we’ll be old
Why strain the truth, and come around, to throw a fit without taste
C’est la vie, you said to me, in faraway rhymes
Melodic pace, with sober grace, and perfectly timed
Why should we stay and sanctify a trite and meaningless
Home…just float along…leading you on…and me on
(How we suspended all proof)
(Tailored to drive it home)
(Lovely defending all through)
(Labored to find a home)
You spread your arms, you spoke with charm, I didn’t reply
We all had needs, but did not see, I wasn’t your guy
Why do they say, go on about, ourselves and how we must
Love…just float along…leading you on…and me on
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2. |
Dead to Rights
02:39
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The artistry in pain
Dance upon cliché
Lord only knows
You got me dead to rights
I trigger
All of my means on to your scene
And split you wide, limited minds
My burden sings
The poetry is pain
With obvious refrain
Bleeding me dry
You feed it every night
I finger
Little bones why don’t you save me…
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3. |
Where A Man Belongs
03:23
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Now you got a taste of my attitude
Such a simple flavor don’t wear it out
I can love the sting of this cigarette
I can waste my time
Slowly move on it’s adequate
When they love you
And the words to speak are all subterfuge
Watch them dance around without consequence
Cause the games delayed are just artifice
There’s no thing behind
When they don’t mind it’s tantamount
They could love you
Life is drumming
In all its cycles
Easy son don’t force your fate
To make a mark or procreate
Intuit…where…a man belongs
Can the floor be used to just hear me out?
I might suggest to knock me down a peg or two
I’ll embrace the sting of this cigarette
Tell me what’s the time?
Slowly move on it’s confidence
When they love you
Life is drumming
In all it’s cycles
Easy son don’t force your fate
To make a mark or procreate
Intuit…the signs.
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4. |
Baby D
02:18
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5. |
Sundowner
04:20
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Sundowner
What a smooth way to come down
What cool place to lay your head and now
It’s a matter of time
I can wake in the light
In the calm drinking every drop I drowned
In the mattress I’ve found
What a fool
Play it cool
You came to play
In a pattern
In a town of subtle hint, and faith in puzzlement
Honestly, can you find a door
In a time of labored sin, with doubt and cinnamon
Honestly now
You’re gone
I will dive into your head
In your mind, seeing everything you said
Do we lay here instead?
Can I show you much more?
I can try, all the love that I deplore
I will lick from the floor
In a town of subtle hint, with faith in puzzlement
Honestly, can you find a door?
And it wasn’t what you meant, regret with a touch of mint.
Honestly now
You’re gone
You are the kind who waits for trees
Decisions made by age fourteen
To be a man you mustn’t fight
Beyond the pale you’ve lived all the way right
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6. |
Keynes
04:10
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We are burdens top the state
The investor class would say
Won’t the experts let me know
How much further down we’ll go
Hey, yeah yeah, it’s the same, get into line again
Hey, yeah yeah, it’s the same, sell me a line again
City life can be a drag
Things are clearer in red states
Torn asunder for a spell
Pull and dig us out of hell
Hey….
Market neighborhood rises and falls, minding
Sold my neighborhood closing my doors, binding on loan
Hey Paul Krugman ‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’
What exactly we spose to be
You’re an expert let me know
How much further down we go
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Pretty fruit will rot at the core
Thin veneer appears nothing more
In a night we care for divine
Anyone can mark a decline
So erotic, entertaining
So you got it, irritating
No one wants a party girl to settle down
Anyone can rock around and come around
As her body drags toward the dirty ground
Have some fun
Do you want to dance for awhile
We can have our own midnight mile
Pull the cord and run from the show
I don’t want I won’t let you go
So erotic, irritating
So you got, entertaining
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8. |
Marcia Gay Harden
03:34
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See my face
Call to you
I will resign
Give you my time
Plaintively
Fill your need
Crying along
Nothing is wrong
You come my way with your love
I’ll make my case, love
Hypocrites
Wear on you
Mocking their blind
Trust me your fine
Tellingly
I twist truth
Always so trite
Hoping you might
And come my way with your love
I’ll plead my case, love.
See your face
Scream at you
All that you lack
I’ve got your back
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Jackie hit the floor
Confounding everyone
They spit and cursed her name
She’s such a little pain
Slips right through your blame
And falls right into cliché
They cut her at the knees
Afraid that she might bleed
But not when she’s attacked
Tears that fallow where’d you go
In a cornered space I’m making my own
When you walk away
Let me hear you say
That it’s awful
Would you say
She won’t admit she’s wrong
As a simply rule of thumb
A law that stays intact
Cause it hurts to know the facts
The lady won’t come back
We’ll go our separate ways
I feel suppose the conversation has been around for days
And I don’t mind the forced contrition, I really can’t complain
Here, now, let them catch the fall
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I will always find a harder way
But my troubles have such ease
Save your judgment for another day
Stop your stare me down, wearing me out
Hey…I
Can’t hold on to your pain
Hey…I
Barely hold mine
Like a theme that calls to you
Like a dream we stumble through
Life’s regret can get so old
Is your love light getting cold
When I’m mocking you, I’m mocking me
Lord I make an honest claim
And I always keep my fighting clean
But you wear me out and break me down
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11. |
You Are Who
04:20
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Westside, holding my own
I’d take anyone on
Tell me what I should
I’m seeing…
I don’t belong here
Not any longer
I can admit you’re wrong
Head over mindset
Blinded, weak in the eyes
Oh such a clever disguise
Torn up, but just to a tee
Perfect…
And I don’t belong here
Not any longer
I know that life is long
Head over mindset
Talk of nothing, and repeat the same
If it’s nothing that will cause you pain
You’re goddamn right, I settle my own
My heart lived as sycophant
It begged and it bled and it left me alone
Eastside, the key to my home
I’ll take care in a song
I need to lord over you
Something…
Who are you?
Head over mindset
Mind over matter
I know that live is long
And I’m over mine
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12. |
Cinematic - B-side
04:19
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These cinematic times aren’t letting up, but no one seems to fit
In the lead
I can see the blood now, right up your sleeve
You fake, you joke, you liar
Tell me, how does it help you to dream at night, this fight
Is getting longer
You won’t escape this human fate
Our minds are trained to feel this way
You can’t escape this human place
Our hearts are trained to think this way
Darling, oh how they want you, they’ll cut you to shreds
The reds, the blues, our fathers
Do you think that this power, bought by our hands, their plans
You’re slipping under
You can’t save us, love thy neighbor, hope is bullshit, God is making his slaves
Rest for one day
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13. |
Caged Heat - B-side
03:16
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Downtown, all the lights, drawing near to my head
Bring me, illuminate, everything that I said
Baby, close me up, shut my mouth oh she plead
Speak please, for my love, I can’t speak for myself
Got a sweet habit of finding to get me off
In a pair got a club, all the needs and she can’t love
Bracing, infatuate, oh the taste of your skin
Calm me, your touch is weak, hold me please lock me in
Angered, I need a fix, you fucking bitch this is sin
Retract, you got my back, I don’t have love by myself
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I nearly chipped my truth
On all you bitter plans
We got a line on you
And your eclectic contraband
You got a way with words
In that you have so few
And when you speak they’re true
You don’t know what, but know what to do
All our lives, building ties, simple as it seems
We all dissolve alone, our times is gone, and we are filled with need
I’m should have seen the signs
Like breadcrumbs spread behind
We’re all so fucking blind
It’s enough to make you lose your mind
My hands are filled with sand
I tried to be a man
That’s such a stupid game
We try so hard to be all the same
You…I can barely rock
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So we got another round
We can’t come down
Let’s order up a bitter life
That’s lived just right, cause
This song is awful
But in my head now
It won’t play softly
…….
You should waste your own time
I can waste my own
You should waste you own time
I can take my own
Look at how she laughs at me
Of course I see it
If I could get it other ways
I’d here you say
This plan is awful
But go ahead now
You can’t walk softly
…….
God only knows, I waste
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