1. |
guess
01:52
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Yr over the moon
you bought the glowing
yr head is seventeen
and yr crumbling
into me
and
it's anybody's guess
what's coming
it's anybody's guess
leave me wondering
cold cavern of no
warbling welcome of yes
it's anybody's guess
Hold me like a broom
the floor's so dirty
yre a creepy cartoon
that I see when I deserve it
but
It's anybody's guess
when I deserve it
it's anybody's guess
how all the parts fit
a locker room of light
or a gymnasium of night
it's anybody's guess
My baby's got me churning
like a fax machine
sending her ideas
sleeping furious green
you know it's
clever clever clever clever
edges thrumming
never never never
always keep it running
Hell of equipment
and a major intuition
I take you at yr word
when you tell me you
went out fishin' for
a mask that isn't soaking
and a pot that you can
piss in
oh hell yes!
It's anybody's guess
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2. |
j.j. pearce
02:16
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Fucking with yr feelings
like a fire alarm
leaking dark charm in the hallway
harm is like a tiny friend believing
in yr legs and yr arms
and people think you put on a curse
fasting in the blue
I heard central casting has been looking for you
combing through the night
a thousand pounds of candy couldn't set it right
staring at yr cigarette and things
that haven't happened yet
no one in the world is okay
you tell yr beating heart it is as bad as it gets
then you melt into the blackening day
screaming at yr shoes and making fun
of yr clothes
pulling out yr hair in the bathroom, chosen
as a dying pile of coals when they unravel
the hose
and if they only knew what it cost
fasting in the blue
I heard central casting has been looking for you
dance out of our lives
twisted stockings like a second skin to survive
lurking in the shadows is a lonely tradition
making ties with a ladder and a knife go by
there's a proper pillow for irregular lives
get high
make it through the exit
nobody will expect it
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3. |
marry
02:20
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Get married as late as you can
a woman's as good as a man
this world is for shit
so put on yr mitts
and marry as late as you can
Try and find someone like you
when it fades, all the thrill of the new
your bubble will burst if you don't
find yrself first
then look out for someone like you
but
Don't let it tie both yr hands
travel to forgotten lands
betrayal and choice
the veil or yr voice
don't let it tie both yr hands
You won't get a toaster from me
you won't get a prize you can see
I'm better forgetting
to go to yr wedding
you won't get a toaster from me
Don't tell yr parents yr plan
don't let them sift through yr sand
they have some ideas
and none of them see you
don't tell yr parents yr plan
Find yr own world to mend
you aren't in yr skin to pretend
until you are pummeled and
proud of yr life
get a dog
not a husband or partner or wife
and after yr ego is basted in strife
and you become the bandage
no longer the knife
then
marry someone who's yr friend
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4. |
3/32"
03:15
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Let's be clear: well enough never said
leave her alone
yes it's a she
I'm a boy in a barn
or a house in a room
perched on a stool or a chair
making the subtle improvements
to what isn't there
Hawing and drinking
I'm sawing and plinking
and filing and whiling
and piling old parts on the shelf
can't I be anyone else?
why can't I leave guitars to themselves?
I get so up in it that I can't feel complete
until the nut is cut to the appropriate depth
and the notes don't go sharp with the flex
left in the neck
give me 300 frets, I'll make you 400 wrecks
Filing and marring
I'm drilling and scarring
soldering pots and the jetsam and flotsam
watching the terminals melt
can't I be anyone else?
why can't I leave guitars to themselves?
Is it true we fix things
when we are broken ourselves?
I can believe in that kind of remark
superglue tricks and the wounds
that are dealt
I'll be bending myself to a bench
in the dark
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5. |
bike
01:09
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6. |
elijah
02:07
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Maybe I don't really want what I have
later in life I think I'll learn to settle
Elijah says yr more than dirty teeth
nothing like some children's honesty
to give the smile you sell away to me
It's all fucked in my direction
meet me where I am
and I'll be relieved
Something isn't good
it might be me
shaky trace the moon on
splintered wood
fly in a straight line, my peregrine
threading over town to try and see
can anyone cut this thing out from me
It's all fucked in my direction
meet me where I am
and I'll be relieved
I'm half dirt
I am half full, I think
kissing everyone like a missing link
inside a mind is ugly and ashamed
frailty frat freedom is your name
stay inside with me, play video games
It's all fucked in my direction
But it's getting cool
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7. |
paper
02:28
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No one reads the paper anymore
does anybody know
how we can sleep on slow now
no one reads the paper anymore
There's a worm inside yr skin
does anybody care why
am I too nice to say it?
no one reads the paper anymore
I remember all of you and still
there's a tired track
there's a rusty eye
there's a heavy riot
and a larking that you lack
never reading papers anymore
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8. |
shoreline gold
02:14
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yr timing is off
yr late by a mile
conspire with the sand
watch the passengers smile
from the back of the bus
I'm glad it's not us
our faces wrecked against the glass
a game that's played by everyone
who needs someone to get up
on the shoreline with
see the widening grin
on the face that I'm in
Shoreline gold
with a handshake of rust
it's nicer to hold a guitar
you can trust
perhaps in a while
we'll hear it the same
as before the sounds of our lives
had a name
a game that's played by everyone
who needs someone to get up
on the shoreline with
see the widening grin
on the face that I'm in
and you and I could drive forever
knowing nothing
the ring of never
See it fading out into a western wash
magic prevails at the cost of a loss
but the kind of advice
you sold to the sea
is lost on a man who looks nothing like me
a game that's played by everyone
who needs someone to get up
on the shoreline with
see the widening grin
on the face that I'm in
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9. |
change
01:34
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All about the change
it's a hard life
living in a neighrhood
where absolutely nothing is real
Some get fangs
it's a tough break
everyone you meet you gotta
smile and eat their face for a meal
I can't sit still
it's mental illness
I think I went to outer space and
lived there for a while as a kid
I hate Jill
it's specific
and Jill if yr around I know
you know they know we know what you did
All about change
It's a problem
finding tiny parts of me
inside of yr ridiculous deal
I've limited range
but killer candor
I'm staring in your eyes in an attempt
to finally see how you feel
I miss you like an arm
there isn't any practical solution
except to get you in my spiderweb soon
A letter in my hand: what's a letter?
"whatever should await I made you
promise to keep keep hanging the moon"
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