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Die Bushwick
02:24
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glued into a pasty on a barroom floor in brooklyn
is a feather of a bird that never flew
dropped there by a woman who was dressed in nearly nothing
wrestling with a man dressed like a mule
was it love or was it a game
either way they moved so shameless
toasting to the progress made
on the drive towards meaninglessness
shaped onto the face of an eagle blown/born in bushwhack
theres a mustache worn like a badge
showing to his neighbors that he too believes in nothing
and that is worth singing in a band
is this a joke or fucking true
either way they move so shameless
ask your friends if it is cool
as you drive towards meaninglessness
hollow, hollow me out I want to be somebody else
so I can see the world without me
hollow, hollow me out I want to be somebody else
so I can see the world without me
is this a joke or fucking truth
either way they move so shameless
ask your friends if it is cool
as you drive towards meaninglessness
as you strive for meaninglessness
as you dance towards meaninglessness
when you die from your meaninglessness
you'll die from your meaninglessness
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2. |
I Don't Listen Much
03:47
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tonight we sing our own songs from worlds that never touch
with words I reach out from mine but I don't listen much
Am I looking for a sign or is it just a phase/face
to make me feel less alone for at least a couple (of) days
Ill never lie to you without lying to me
its just something I do without thinking
cause when I think too much
shit gets a liitte dark
and I end up closing my eyes
(and then my heart)
I've been loving because I am loved
I should be loved because I do love
I shouldn't love you because I need you
I shouldn't need you because I love you
tonight we sing our own songs from worlds that never touch
with words I reach out from mine but I don't listen much
cause when I think too much
shit gets a liitte dark
and I end up closing my eyes
(and then my heart)
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3. |
Bad Habit
03:44
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thinking about starting another bad habit to quit
yellow teeth and bursted lungs will only be a part of it
I just need another voice inside my head telling me Im over it
cause Im watching tv praying to people waiting for a panacea
yeah Im watching tv praying to people waiting for a panacea
when I got it gotta give it up
starting is always gotta stop
when you get it gotta give it up
say giving in ain't giving up
thinking words that reaffirm my fickle conviction
fortify and guard all my predispositions
make me afraid to ever form an opinion
cause Im watching tv praying to people waiting for a new messiah
yeah Im watching tv praying to people waiting for a new messiah
when I got it gotta give it up - waiting for a new messiah
starting is always gonna stop - waiting for a new messiah
when you get it gotta give it up -waiting for a new messiah
taking it in ain't giving up -waiting for a new messiah
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4. |
Unreal City
02:37
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riches driving back to the city ?
rags pawned and rings ?
for the consecration of futile islands
where death will mute the singing
and oh, unreal city
near fog and distant dawn
I will cover eyes with sidewalks
and hum a thundersong
but not know the words they're singing
just know that they are wrong
when I sing theres a third beside you
but know that theres no one
to give, to control
or even with the singalong
when the wind alone fills houses
and dry bones don't hum
ooh futile island
white walls of rings ?
wrap me up in illusion
and sing but mute my singing
but know the words you're singing
just not know you are right
when you accept there's no on beside you
and you see only in black and white
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5. |
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at least I wrote a song about it
at least I wrote a song about it
I lost sight of her
leavin the bar
tried to track her down but didn't make it
very far
so I asked where she had went to those
people on the scene
and I could see it in ther eyes
they thought I was crazy
and one person laughed and he said:
she was just a dream
but I kissed her
(at least I wrote a song about it)
yeah I kissed her
(at least I wrote a song about it)
I'm not one to regret
things I have done
but I am one to regret
things I have not
so if I did it
why'd I forget it
I caught sight of her
boarding a train
tried to play it cool until her station
came
and in my desperation I yelled
conductor stop the train!
and he looked me in the eyes and said
man you are crazy
and as she walked away
I saw the face and well
it wasn't that pretty
but I kissed her
(at least I wrote a song about it)
yeah I kissed her
(at least I wrote a song about it)
I'm not one to regret
things I have done
but I am one to regret
things I have not
so if I did it
I wouldn't admit it
I looked at myself
last night in the mirror
and I saw my own face but who was there wasn't
clear
so I asked my reflection
hey whatcha doing wrong
and why you only use this women
as inspirations for songs
you'll never love you'll never love
you'll ne-ver lo-o-o-ve
but I kiss(ed) them
(at least I wrote a song about it)
yeah I kissed them
(at least I wrote a song about it)
I'm not one to regret
things I have done
but I am one to regret
things I have not
so if I did it
I don't know why I did it
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6. |
Living In The Flesh
03:19
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when I came here
I was lying myself in love
it was spring
and winter where you were
though things change here
they mostly stay the same
though its fall
I'm still waiting for a call
what a dream
it now seems
to have you here
living in the flesh
what a dream
it would be
to have you here
again
when I last saw you
you did not see me
there was a man
laying in your bed
just a body of somebody
you used to be
I turned around
and couldn't look back
what a dream
it now seems
to have you here
living in the flesh
what a dream
it would be
to have you here
again
what a dream it now seems
to have you here living in the flesh
what a dream
it now seems
to have you here
living in the flesh
what a dream
it would be
to have you here
again
what a dream
it would be
to have you here
again
to have you here
again
to have you here
again
to have you here
again
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7. |
Traces Of A Maker
03:14
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I've been saved once or twice
but getting saved gets a little harder each time
so when we kissed in the cab that night
I only thought you'd break my fall for a while
then you whispered you address
and god closed a door and opened your dress
and the word was born and I confess
I hadn't heard it in a long long while
I believed in a thing or two
and when we met I didn't think one can be you
but you changed my breath and for now its true
the saved must not be saved
you got traces of a maker
but will those traces trump my temptation
to up and leave you when I'm a non believer
just give me love and a whole lot of patience
and a little more, just a little more
time
I've been saved once or twice
but getting saved gets a little harder each time
so when we kissed in the cab that night
I only thought you'd break my fall for a while
but these things are often ruined
build a brand new life
and wish for an old one
but burry that lone wulf you knew
and lamb lie with me at his grave
you got traces of a maker
but will those traces trump my temptation
to up and leave you when I'm a non believer
just give me love and a whole lot of patience
and a little more, just a little more
time
a little more time
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8. |
Spanish Harlem Incident
02:00
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gipsy girl the hands of harlem
cannot hold you to its heat
your temperature is too hot for taming
your flaming feet are burning up the street
I am homeless come and take me
to the reach of your rattling drums
let me know babe
all about my fortune
down along my restless palms
gipsy gal you got me swallowed
I fall in far beneath your
pearly eyes so fast and slashy
and your flashin diamond teeth
the night is pitch-black
come and make my
hellfire bid? in a place so please
let me know babe
I'm nearly drowning
if it's you my lifelines trees?
I've been wondering all about me
ever since i've seen you there
around the cliffs of your wildcat shuns? I'm a riding
I know I'll mount you but I don't know where
you have slayed me you have made me
I gotta laugh halfway off my heels
I gotta know babe will you surround me
so I can know if I am really real
so I can know if I am really real
so I can know if I am really real
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9. |
Echoes
03:53
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oh dressed like a knower of truth
gracing the streets intersecting with fools
thinking you're the second coming of fuckin jesus
or somebody
all these condescending eyes
have grown accustomed to telling lies
to a soul that dies
behind them
if my soul were to speak
I think that its words would only go skin-deep
and even though talk is cheap
but hell I'm still selling it
we're together
but we really are alone
looking for a map
that could make a home
I know that I dress the same
roaming the same streets for fickle fame
praying that one day
ill be somebody
and what am I a fool to say
that I'm not someone here today
those are just lies and vain
a denial oh
we're together
but we really are alone
looking for a map
that could make a home
if we were older
we wouldn't have to pick which way to go
we are young we are blind
and listening for echoes
and who am I immune to say
that my words are worth the price you pay
and even though they rot away
well what doesn't
go
we're together
but we really are alone
looking for a map
that could make a home
if we were older
we wouldn't have to pick which way to go
we are young we are blind
and listening for echoes
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10. |
Skindeep Times
02:16
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is this city ever gonna get warm
I've been waiting it out
all the voices in my head
reminiscing about
that long gone
swan song
of a tree with leaves
and if I was still a bird
I'd just get on a plane
and buy myself a ticket
to a new place
where the old one
and the new one
never ever meet
all this skin-deep freedom
of these skin-deep times
is getting under this skin of mine
and I lose myself defuse myself
on reflection of projections
skin-deep times
skin-deep times
skin-deep times
skin-deep times
maybe its too late
maybee I cannot stop
these trains leaving stations
planes taking off
but I cannot help
to have my doubts
about ever coming home
skin-deep times
skin-deep times
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