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The Nonsense Begins
00:31
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(unintelligible)
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Mowgli Rock
00:58
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I am living in a jungle
learned to walk from a big cat
getting more and more scared
about the cat upstairs, he's coming back
cause that's a whole lotta soldiers
for a country of christians
hope there's a whole lotta jesus
in all these grenades because
i'm probably packing up a suitcase
you're probably reaching for a cell phone
the next time we pop one off,
show a fresh-faced kid in the desert our savior's love
it'll get you looking for an exit
it'll get you looking for a barf bag
it'll get you walking on the pads of your feet
across the linen sheets of your kingdom come
all hail the thief, all hail the one
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Si No Lucha
04:18
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flip a switch and you're online
suddenly, a smooth climb
it's a gaslight-driven life
but in a photograph, it's a bright and sunny day
they were analog switches
you were often on and off again
I was a live wire sticking out the end of it
almost got ahold of you
almost drove a car into the city after you like I wanted to
pick out a pill to get your head straight
heaven is a warm haze
it's a slow burn anyway,
another grifter in your wake to float away
we were always dumb digits
we were artifacts of memory
I put a message out on every frequency
almost bounced it off of you
almost figured out how to sing into the void like I needed to
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21st Century Energy
01:22
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dont piss me off or I will drop your ass
if you get under my skin, I will dig you out with a dinner fork
if all is fair in love, then love is war
over bodies and braces and names
of the people that we fucked before
these are grapes of a mind I never found the time to kill
you find a happy place, you put it in a pill
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Wrestlemania
01:51
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black suit, red elephant
with a hat to match
sold out my people in the heartland again
another story gets told
I'm turning purple and i'm missing home
where everybody knows your name
i love the taste alone
i buy a bottle of water and i pay my toll
to swing the boat around
and go rain fire on someone somewhere else
well everybody knows your name
man ain't the weather fuckin strange these days?
well everybody knows your name
man ain't the weather fuckin weird these days?
man ain't the weather fuckin weird these days?
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7. |
Bones
03:29
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tagging trains on mulholland drive
it gets weirder from here
can't get you out of my system
can't get you out of my mind
burnt auburn hair over your left eye
been driving me crazy
now i wanna push it aside for a better view
don't look me off
i got nothing to prove
don't stare me down
ain't nothing left in this bag of bones for you
what a world, what a web i spin
you slide over to touch
tell me shut off the engine
i'm jumping out of my skin
melt midnight oil over you and I
one eye in the fire and the other stuck on a satellite
learning how to lie
don't look me off
i got nothing to prove
don't stare me down
ain't nothing left in this bag of bones for you
what a sound, what a life I lead
it gets colder and colder, what a wonderful feeling
what a way to fall asleep
now imagine this
set your spine real straight
i am making payments on statements i don't get to relate
i got 'em laid away
don't hold my hand
i got nothing to lose
don't let me land
ain't nothing left in this gasoline can for you
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Green
03:06
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I was born with two eyes
one for the left side and one on the rye
I learned how to read
I learned how to count backwards
and the difference between you and me
and that's all just part and piece
I can't help when God made us, he cut us out of different trees
I got thirty-six hours to live
I got hearts on postcards, I hate the government
I'm sure I could find my name on a couple of lists
but I know what my granddad said
I know cause it's the same thing that my dad said
and I'll be god damned
if I don't say it again
I've seen lights in the sky I cannot explain
I was taught not to lie, but I know how to shade
everything I say to make it okay
"I was not there when the bomb exploded"
"I was not there when it ripped you open"
I was not there to see the brown on the leaves,
the world's always been green
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god give me grace please forgive my mistakes i'm a light i'm a car crashing in slow motion drive and it takes a long time to lick the water off the vine but i've been trying in real time whatever it takes i'll take my justice in waves but i wont die waiting for you to wake the hell up and lock the brakes
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11. |
Wait.
03:25
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I got a bad feeling that keeps getting worse
I had a dream that it was Christmas
woke up with blood on my shirt
and I saw the rats
I hear the protest songs
I keep having dreams about you dying
and waking up all distraught
you keep getting harder
slipping further away
and I don't wanna say wait
I've been hanging around
the worst parts of town
I've been dragging every person that I meet down
and I've got nothing to say for the way I behave
I am dreaming I am leaving
I'm going to outer fucking space
I don't wanna stay and wait
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12. |
Navy Genes
02:35
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Got a sweater with a tank on it
I got a bb gun, I got a bracelet
and I'm not coming home for dinner
you go to college and you work real hard
join the union and pay a kid to mow the yard
and you can have yourself a real nice life
you can have a son, you can have a wife
and they'd love you most of the time
got a friend in an army shirt
he's got green figurines always biting the dirt
he's got an alcoholic study hall teacher
and he's got a momma but he's not allowed to see her
he's the sweetest kid I think I'll ever meet
he's got dirt in his fingernails
he's got sketchers and navy genes
I've got a dollar with some tape on it
got a microphone and a word to spit
and a couple of dozen souls to hear it
later on in this story,
a black-haired chick comes up to me like
you sound like Michael Stipe when he's angry
what the hell does that even mean?
I make a friend in a navy skirt
says she likes to party, party's not the word
starts off kinda funny, gets scary in a real big hurry
everybody gets concerned
she's the sweetest girl you could ever meet
she got rocks where her brain should be
got liquor where her blood should be
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13. |
The Nonsense Concludes
01:27
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happiness is swallowing a pill to make your mind clean
half of you is doing what you’re supposed to do
when the other half just leaves
exaltation comes here all the time,
intoxication repeats and history rhymes
destiny is going to georgia in your mind
felicity is twisting in the breeze,
charity is warm beer and shitty TV
harmony is sitting in a car with you singing fuck the police
happiness is swallowing a pill to make your mind clean
when half of you is doing what you’re supposed to do
and the other half just leaves
exultation comes here all the time
intoxication repeats and history rhymes
and destiny is going to georgia in your mind
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14. |
Say Grace, Kids
03:38
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if you catch me on the weekend,
I can be whatever you want me to be
it's ninety-six hours in between where I get shaky knees
it's freedom with a heavy heart
and a fucked up sense of pride
you don't even bother getting close to me
because we're both just playing the lottery at this point
scratching off our existences with a copper coin
I'll tell you when it's over
I will let you know when the coast is clear
pull the covers off your eyes and I will reappear
it's freedom with a heavy heart
and a long way left to row
in constant search of a newer thing
but when the night terrors come crawling in,
we crawl home
I will bounce a signal off a satellite just to hear your tone
grace on lips
I got secrets I can tell
but words escape me when I'm well
grace on lips
you are the water in my cells
grace on lips
give me heaven, give me hell
give me planet earth, I cannot tell
grace on lips
you are the only thing I've ever felt
grace on lips
I got secrets I can tell
but words escape me when I'm well
grace on lips
you are the water in my cells
grace on lips
give me heaven, give me hell
give me purgatory, I can't tell
grace on lips
you are the only thing I've ever felt
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