1. |
On My Back in the Reeds
01:55
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2. |
Don't Try So Hard
04:27
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Don’t try so hard for me, you don’t know what you’re doing but my
Intuition tells me to say, “Don’t raise your
Eyes to me, take your Dockers from the door, while they’re
Tied and you can still get away”
Well tonight I’m gonna be cruel
And tonight I’m gonna try to not care, so don’t take too
Much from me, when you’re stopping and you’re screaming and you’re
Stomping your way down the stairs
Well we met in the summer when everything was better and the
Seashells hung from her ears
And I waited in the water, but now we’ve got a daughter and her
Name is The Next Ten Years
And every time we dance it’s like clockwork
And every kiss tastes like iodine
And I’m rotting on my own in a Pennsylvania home
Just because I couldn’t tell her my mind
Don’t try so hard for me, you don’t know what you’re doing but my
Intuition tells me to say, “Don’t raise your
Eyes to me, take your Dockers from the door, while they’re
Tied and you can still get away”
Well tonight I’m gonna be cruel
And tonight I’m gonna try to not care, so don’t take too
Much from me, when you’re stopping and you’re screaming and you’re
Stomping your way down the stairs
Meet me with the shape of the sun on the cape and the
Color of dinner on the deck
While the sun beats back cross the heat of the waves
And a flag round the back of your neck
Boil me down to the crystals
And stuff me in a velvet box
But if you’ve got to press, you can just ignore the rest, there ain’t
No use in cutting your locks
Don’t try so hard for me, you don’t know what you’re doing but my
Intuition tells me to say, “Don’t raise your
Eyes to me, take your Dockers from the door, while they’re
Tied and you can still get away”
Well tonight I’m gonna be cruel
And tonight I’m gonna try to not care, so don’t take too
Much from me, when you’re stopping and you’re screaming and you’re
Stomping your way down the stairs
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3. |
All the Kings
02:36
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I'm feeling dead and vindicated,
Being rhythmically ignored,
And I guess it's understated
For the way you felt before,
But when Oprah's on the TV,
Saying "You're the Queen of Spades,"
Marshall's sneaking to the bathroom
With his daddy's razor blades.
Well, it's not a competition,
Not a race that you can win.
There ain't no leaderboard for suffering,
Ain't no cradle made of sin.
I know you like you know me:
don't we share a kind of mind?
But goddamn it, when did sympathy
Become so hard to find?
Nobody told me I'm a king.
Nobody told me I'm a hero just for making it by.
Nobody's knocking on my skin
To begin
Just to try to see the who through the why.
They want to storm into my palace,
Pull the jewels out of my throne,
Take a sip out of my chalice,
Turn and kick me out my home,
Cut the braids out my hair,
Put up all their locks,
But there ain't no finding diamonds in a
Cardboard box, no
Nobody told me I'm a king.
Nobody told me I'm a hero just for making it by.
Nobody's knocking on my skin
To begin
Just to try to see the who through the why.
Nobody told me I'm a king.
Nobody told me I'm a king.
Nobody told me I'm a king.
Nobody told me I'm a king.
Nobody told me I'm a king.
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4. |
Underwater Airplanes
01:52
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As summer toys around
With the red discus
She soon finds out
She can't be waking up in Paris
no more
Refrain and rapport
Flood her mind
Comet exposed
Type font supreme
As I spark the antenna
I really love those Underwater
Airplanes
We don't play war games
There's no way
Splitting warmth inside your body
Your name is Robert Wayne
Travel mad on to the trolley
To mask the viscous pain
Won't you take my place
In the human race
When it's time to see
That your heart's a tree
Fly me into a tundra
Go for me
Give me two more speeds
One way or another
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5. |
The Busted Bastard
03:37
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6. |
In the Mood to Get Sued
03:37
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I’m in the mood to get sued
I’m in the business of public destruction
I read your foresight in your history paper
Copernican Capers
You can’t see my intuition blinding your third eye
Take to the skies and flash your pipe dreams at the airplanes going by
I’m in the mood to get sued
I cannot handle these exuberant forces
Come smell the roses that force their way into what I’ve been through
Spear your way into a lawsuit
These things take too long
Prophetic songs can simplify it
The process paid, get laid
Fall back on track
Get rid as seen fit
I’m in the mood to get sued
So what the hell are you waiting for?
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7. |
From an STL High-rise
04:06
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When I don't hear you breathing on the phone,
And I know you're calm enough to sleep alone,
If you wake up to the sunny city drone,
From quiet dreams of living on your own
I'll be around
I'll be around
When the friends that used to fill my chairs are gone,
And the love that used to fill my frame's moved on,
And the days without a reason seem so long,
I'll wake with nothing to move my body but this song.
I'll be around
I'll be around
I'll be around
I'll be around
When dad's kidneys couldn't make it past fifty nine,
And the test on the bathroom floor shows two blue lines,
Howling memories bang the shutters in your mind
'Til you're forty with a mortgage and you're working overtime
I'll be around
I'll be around
I'll be around
I'll be around
Through flower crowns and eiderdown, I walk along this empty town
And write until it's washed away the words until one day
I'm not around; so don't come look for me.
I'm not around; there's nowhere that I'd be.
I'm not around
I'm not around
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8. |
On My Back in the Snow
01:57
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