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Are We Awake?
02:22
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Are you awake?
It’s just you me and the road,
a conversation we put off too long.
Are you OK?
Cause I think I may explode.
I know I’m right that doesn’t mean you’re wrong.
We were young and clueless, trying to find our place.
We always took our shots.
We learned to swing away.
I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t easy.
You can paint me as the fool and let me take the blame.
Are you awake?
You keep staring at the road,
a conversation we put off too long.
Are you OK?
Am I speaking in code?
I know that I’m right.
That doesn’t mean you’re wrong.
I was awake.
I took a long drive home (fuck).
I pinched a nerve and wrote it in a song.
I was OK.
Yeah, I’ve been down this road,
white-knuckled, waiting, pure survival mode.
Because the conversation
built up in my conscience tells me
“Maybe it’s time to listen, finally.
We’re coming up on our exit."
I guess I’ll see you around.”
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2. |
Orange Whip
02:49
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You’ve lost me.
I’m out on an island somewhere.
Keep your distance
cause I’ve gotten used to being without you.
I’ll tell you something
and it’s swallowed up by the sounds of the highway.
Say anything
and I’m overthinking again.
At no surprise,
I fell face down
when I thought about
something else to clear the shame from my head for once.
And I used to think
that I was something else,
put on a million faces,
say a million things about myself.
Just happy to be here
or just happy to be seen here
or whatever.
At no surprise.
I fell face down
when I thought about
something else to clear the shame from my head for once.
And don’t talk to me,
so uncomfortable again
I’m full of jealous feeling
and that’s nothing new for me.
I tried wearing out on a slow burn
but the wind and the rain couldn’t wait their turn.
It’s just like me to fall back in.
It’s just like me to fall back.
At no surprise,
I fell face down
when I thought about
something else to clear the shame from my head for once.
And don’t talk to me,
so uncomfortable again
I’m full of jealous feeling
and that’s nothing new for--
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3. |
Cracks
01:54
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Thirty years of resentment,
still a victim of the cycle,
of circumstance, of a marriage.
She has to take the leap.
It seems like a lifetime ago,
two kids out starving on their own.
Ancient history
somehow seems even further away.
With a giant can of Krylon and a pawn shop ring,
he wrote the words in stone.
Thirty years of resentment,
still a victim of the cycle,
of circumstance, of the same man.
“You sit there in your fucking chair all day.
You say these words to me every single day.
I’m sure you’d find a way to
change for me, for a moment,
but I can’t.
Oh no, I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”
It took her a lifetime to go,
five kids and a nice suburban home.
Mortgage was months behind.
Another problem, another time.
He pleads for her to stay for the sake of the children.
She said she wouldn’t stand for the humiliation.
He screams for the last time, “You’re wrecking a home.”
But there were always cracks in the foundation.
She thinks about him sometimes
and she cries when she thinks sometimes,
but she smiles for the first time.
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4. |
No Motion
02:33
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You said you wanted to leave,
said I’m spending all my twenties needing relief
from feeling
foolish and painting myself in a corner.
“You’re getting older
while everything around you stays the same.”
I wanted to be alone.
There’s a perfectly good reason why someone
could get comfortable and make the same mistakes.
Are you getting tired of just seeing my face?
Or get the feeling that you’re running in place?
And would you believe me if I said that I saw nothing better
than an endless row of homes in perfect autumn weather.
Still holding out on time when no one sticks around.
I wouldn’t recommend this life to anyone for too long.
You said you wanted to leave.
Well maybe it’s just me,
or maybe it’s just --
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5. |
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Weigh me down.
Weigh me down.
This is your motivation.
This is your 1-2-3-4.
This endless sinking every day of my life
with an addiction simply tossed to the side.
Clinging onto self-control a spoonful at a time.
Weights and measures, what’s your pleasure?
Guess I’ve gotta try.
I wouldn’t call it “depression”
cause I never saw a doctor.
I wouldn’t call it “depression”
but I’m wishing all my flesh would melt away.
Stare at the picture til it burns in your eyes.
Convince yourself it’s just another disguise.
Running out of heart and soul a spoonful at a time.
Circled dates on calendars,
I guess I’ve gotta try.
I wouldn’t call it “depression”
and maybe that’s the problem.
I wouldn’t call it “depression”
but I’m wishing all my flesh would melt away.
Weigh me down.
Weigh me down.
This is your motivation.
This is your 1-2-3-4.
I wouldn’t call it “depression”
but I think this is the bottom.
I wouldn’t call it “depression”
but I don’t know who the hell I’m supposed to be.
Weigh me down.
Weigh me down.
Weigh me down.
Weigh me down.
This is my motivation.
This is my 1.2.3.4.
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6. |
Nothing Out At Night
03:23
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Rearrange things just how I want it.
I can’t keep up with how fast you move,
now I’m a ghost with nothing to do.
I keep routines for the safety,
not concerned with the time I lose.
Can’t be convinced to start something new.
The cracks in the sidewalk,
they all look the same.
Lead me to someone besides
myself to blame.
Cause I learned by heart
all the worst things to say.
Take one step towards moving on
from a long list of mistakes.
When there’s nothing out at night
and you’re passing through a phase,
some bad habits are the type
that never go away.
The streets are cold where you’ll end up.
And I’ll lose myself in all the laps I try to walk,
keep moving til I’m emptied out.
Rearrange things just how I want it
so we won’t know each other anymore.
Oh no no no no no,
not anymore.
So we’ll break apart
and go separate aways.
Take one step towards moving on
from a long list of mistakes.
When there’s nothing out at night
and you’re passing through a phase,
some bad habits are the type
that never go away.
Set me in motion.
Every time you raise your voice,
I hold my breath
until you pass me by again.
Set me in motion.
Every time you raise your voice,
I hold my breath
until you pass me by again.
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7. |
Ton of Bricks
02:46
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I sweat out the summer.
It’s the kind of distraction
that lasts longer than the others
and I’d trade in the drag of the heat
for the weight of the snow.
It feels like a kick in the teeth
when you’re living alone.
The long days that turn to short nights
come and go.
They come and go.
Pent up inside.
My favorite records
echo the same words
I have in my mind.
And there’s so much that I could do
but with no one I like.
Under a ton of bricks
that I laid to cage myself,
as if any of that’s ever going to help.
Something drags me out
to feel more lonesome now.
If the worst that could happen is
something gets me out of my shell,
I won’t sweat it out by myself.
Something drags me out
to feel more lonesome now.
If the worst that could happen is
something gets me out of my shell...
Do you find comfort in being alone
on a secret holiday from everyone
that’s trying to wave you down?
Sweat it out by yourself again.
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8. |
Lightweight
01:52
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You don’t speak for me.
You don’t know my life.
Life is beautiful with
nothing on the line.
So you’re the man for the job?
So you’ve got the answers to our problems,
propaganda, circled wagons?
Well take a look at you now.
Explain away all the hate on television.
Ignore the bodies and division.
And you call it compromise.
I call it settling for nothing.
In god, we’re slowly rusting.
Welcome to the deep end.
This is what you wanted.
But you’re just a fucking lightweight
and no one’s gonna save you.
And I hope it’s not too...
So you’re the man for the job?
So you’re gonna save the common masses
without paying any taxes?
Well take a look at you now.
You took your privilege for granted
and you left us empty-handed.
You don’t speak for me.
You don’t know my life.
Life is beautiful with nothing...
And you call it compromise.
I call it settling for nothing.
God, we’re slowly rusting.
Welcome to the deep end.
This is what you wanted.
But you’re just a fucking lightweight
and no one’s gonna save you.
And I hope it’s not too late.
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9. |
Friendly Skies
02:31
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I still think about it when the leaves are falling.
That may sound pathetic but I swear I’m trying.
And when my heart is skipping time,
I feel the world start spinning.
Reaching out for friendly skies,
the same old places.
And I still laugh about it when the nights are colder.
I can barely feel my face getting redder.
And when my heart is skipping time,
I feel the world start spinning.
Reaching out for friendly skies,
the same old faces.
And yeah I cry about it all the time just to feel that much better.
It’s not about you and me or us and them or whatever.
I don’t believe in ghosts but I do believe in you.
I saw you out on Broad Street in the afternoon.
I don’t believe in ghosts but I do believe in shadows
stained on the sidewalk. We cast them years ago.
I should have known.
I should have known.
I should have known.
Don’t place your faith in the unknown.
I should have known.
I should have known.
And when my heart is skipping time,
I feel the world start spinning.
Reaching out for friendly skies,
the same old faces,
everyone you used to know.
I should have known.
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10. |
Cut Me Loose
01:40
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Turn me away
or pull me in.
Blow hot and cold.
Grow thicker skin.
You fall in love
and it goes away.
On my next arrival,
I could still complain.
Draw my blood.
Give me breath.
Hold my hand. Whisper to me.
I start to sweat.
Fall out of love
then it comes back.
Ignore the worst about myself.
Adjust the facts.
When you cut me loose, say it’s for the best.
Keep me far removed when I can’t relate.
When I fall into my deepest state,
I know what I’m in for
and I could never chase it away.
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11. |
Temples
02:19
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I remember when we changed the world with a buck and a dream.
We had attitude bursting at the seams,
with faith in everything.
I remember when still felt pride in the Fourth of July.
You held my hand, screaming at the sky
with faith in everything.
And now the temples of my younger days,
destroyed by fear and hate.
The temples of my younger days,
the floods washed them away.
A civilized sacrifice.
Push back all the progress
and drown out all the voices.
You kill off the culture and topple the altars
and threaten us with violence.
Home is where the heart is
but this is where the art lives.
I’ve got faith in a temple of my own.
I’ve got faith in a temple of my own.
I wanna storm the Oval Office,
spit on your fucking throne.
Cause I’ve got faith in a temple of my own.
The temples of my younger days,
the floods washed them away.
This is where the art lives.
This is where the mourners come to pray.
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