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U.F.M.
02:04
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it's half past seven in the morning
i'm not waking up, you just never went to sleep
and this whole situation is getting to be routine
it's eight o'clock, and you're still in bed
somebody walks in and yells, "fix whatever's wrong with your head!"
but it's not that simple
you sound bored, you say you've never heard
of all the things to be found at the center of the earth
evolution of the flightless bird
you lay our insides out, and we'll figure out how each part works
finally coming off the ground
this utopian flying machine's gonna be the best thing you've ever seen
and we're gonna be proud of something
finally getting underway
gonna be a model citizen, or specimen, or whatever they say
gonna put you in your place
you sound bored, you say you've never heard
of all the things to be found at the center of the earth
evolution of the flightless bird
you lay our insides out, and we'll figure out how each part works
blame it all on whatever's wrong with me
blame it all on the chemicals you can't see
blame it all on the science of me
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2. |
Black Fly
04:13
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step soft, tread light, hear the grown men roar like lions
up the basement steps tonight, half busted open pride
the tax collector, the black flies, they catch you when you lie
your body down to rest your eyes, head twisting off your spine
I'll bet you were half-sober, half-alive, half pasteurized,
half satellite and three-quarters unrefined
since then, I've been looking for apparitions
and suspicious specimen: magnets to catch your head
me and you lying in the dirt
never had the time to figure out how it worked
if it's anything I ain't said,
I love you now, I'd love you again
and if there's anywhere I ain't been,
just sign my name in the guestbook, I'll rise again
listen, play dead; there are fighter jets flying above our heads
and those soldiers don't respect the sabbath that we keep
they gunned down a white man in a black suit on the television set,
heard he was dead, my father's weeping openly
now half alive, half asleep, flags flying down the street
from all the windows where, i think, live animals like me
and over time, we'll slide down the storm drains all designed
to make us think we are alive and we are walking on our own
if i was raised right, i'd know just how to be
if i could get a new set, i would keep it clean
i know you're upset, but, god, it's ten degrees
so if i'm gonna die here, could you do it quickly please?
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3. |
Emporer's Fiddle
02:52
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broke like a branch on your advance
it was summertime, i shouldn't have
been here for so long
and everything else came in between
when i woke and went back to sleep
and the list goes on and on
hey, i don't see you with dirt on your face
and i cannot find a single place to hide in this state
why don't all my days end in the same place?
walked four miles in the august heat
felt sick as a dog and flat on my feet
and let it end as it may
breath and lipstick, oh my god
i think we've all seen this before:
bodies on display
hey, i don't see you with dirt on your face
and i cannot find a single place to hide in this state
why don't all my days end in the same place?
and you make friends so quick, but the way you act should make them sick
you wanton narcissist, wish i didn't, but i think i get it
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4. |
Clavicle
03:05
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5. |
A Balanced Breakfast
02:23
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I am a wallflower
hey shock jock, hey tv tower
read me the news
I was forged in the rust belt just like you
good morning saint petersburg
you stood face to face with your on again, off again, on again prime minister
how did that go for you?
does he have a warm smile, does he have kind eyes?
did he give you that stone cold killer vibe?
hello man on the radio
been a while since i've called your show
if i may, i'd like to raise a toast
here's one for the union and one for the holy ghost
long live the worm, long live the host
long live the king, long live the north coast
god bless the dead bodies down in the fox hole
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6. |
Today is Tuesday
03:19
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had a good day, had a good night
had a good reason not to bite the hand that was trying to feed me
we get closer to each other when we're not trying to
long live the universe, long live you
and the rapture, it's gonna come one day
it's gonna come in an unexpected way
in the end, we're all gonna be okay
if we all hold on to the handrails, we'll remain
maybe i should keep it to myself
maybe you should keep it to yourself
and i like you, i think you like me too
are we both just twisting souls in the blue?
i don't know a thing about you
but i want to, i'll bet you're worth my time
you are buzzing and sparking like a line
cut down by the wind on highway nine
maybe i should keep it to myself
maybe you should keep it to yourself
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