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I Think Not
01:04
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Come on baby break my heart you know I need it
Come on baby break my heart you know I need it
Come on baby break my heart you know I need it
Come on baby break my heart you know I need it
see, you were the one that brought me here
a snide remark from a friend it made me want to stay
you just up and cornered me and said I'd had enough
oh but i think not
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When it's just the roaches left
we'll be slumped in our chairs
we'll have really done it this time
it will be cold but we will not complain
we will carry the pain in our chests
till it's just the roaches left
when it's just the roaches left
I bet they'll know it
we'll have really done it this time
it will be warm but we will not want for change
they will crawl through my window
they will dirty my hardwood floors
they will like the dark
and the quiet
and the eventual feast
and they will find my throw
and they will leave it there
and they will find my rags
oh the things that they will know
oh the things that they will know
they will carry me old outdoors
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Box of Things
05:00
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Write it so I can read it but just messy enough, alright?
the old scaffold is good at looking out
it will hide us all night
a bus pulls in a bus pulls out
you push me in and pull me out
listen
don't miss me, don't wave after the car
just kiss me with everything you are
i will burn this box of things
when I make it over the bridge
this is how it is and it has to be cool
Everything is fleeting, everything but this will go away
cause life is only sight and smell and taste
and filling the blank page
a bus pulls in a bus pulls out
you push me in and pull me out
don't miss me, don't wave after the car
just kiss me with everything you are
i will burn this box of things
when I make it over the bridge
this is how it is and it has to be cool
two days, twelve states
i'll be a little late but that's fine
cause life is only wait and smoke and rain
and keeping your story straight
a bus pulls in a bus pulls out
just so we're clear what this is all about
don't miss me, don't attract a crowd
find a set of ears to keep to the ground
i will burn this box of things
when I make it over the bridge
this is how it is and it has to be cool
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i thought i would have the news today
but all the words showed up late
the race ain't to the swift but I can no longer wait
fate is getting bored and confused
but true love is made
swiftly, unafraid
with you i never want for more
than just the closing of the elevator door
alone with you i am not crazy i am not poor
i am dumb but do not feel obscure
but baby if it's true
how do you explain
that I am fated by the floor to tie one on in vain
if i could be with you
i wouldn't have to choose
i'd put away my myths and find something true
do not the desperate exclaim
do not the coffee shops remain
does not the edgy die and the milquetoast take its place
the boring have the numbers and the rules
but true love is made
swiftly, unafraid
the doors open, i get off on 12
the clever lines in books stayed on the shelf
the things to make you love me that I could not write myself
there is still more work for me to do
but baby if it's true
how do you explain
that I am fated by the floor to tie one on in vain
if i could be with you
i wouldn't have to choose
i'd put away my myths and find something true
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5. |
Untitled (Turtle Song)
06:21
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6. |
Dumb Luck
02:52
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Look at all this horizon
I'm what the punch-drunk earth comes up with
And I burn in the sharp high sun
Look at the cars they arrive in
Look at my ugly feet in the damp damp sand
Kill the mood
Till they're right in front of you
Nice to see you estranged friend
Come and watch as the world ends
It'll give up the attitude
To get in one last dig at you
(chorus)
Drop your eyes and it feels great
And just like that
Before they see
You don't ask but that's ok
You wouldn't believe me anyway
Look how the light that survives is
Is all my laughed-out mouth can come up with
All the waves crash out of tune
How can I get this through to you
You say the moon and it rises
But your hands don't crack like they used to
Blame your eyes blame the view
Look at the road while you're driving
So far the earth's dumb luck has saved us
You got old, I got old too
I guess we don't die when we think we do
Drop your eyes, don't it feel great
And just like that, I'm blown away
You don't ask but that's OK
You wouldn't believe me anyway
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7. |
It Ain't Like That
04:31
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I left my drink on the roof
and I'm all torn up about it
Angie's saying I don't know if you want it anymore
well how is that supposed to help?
it's probably all filled up with rain and the moon
or knocked over and lapped up by the neighbor's dog
and I know this all sounds like an excuse
well all of me wishes that that were true
I know what you think
and I know what it looks like
but it ain't like that
I left my girl in her room
and she's all torn up about it
sporting lint I scream at the sky and I wonder what to do
but none of these substances have a clue
I know what you think
and I know what it looks like
but it ain't like that
they all move through me spouting lies
precision wanes and confidence it amplifies
i sit at Morgan Ave just a shaky frame
and nobody needs to hang it up to complain
I know what you think
and I know what it looks like
but it ain't like that
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New Year's Eve
04:03
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By the time I got to Brooklyn I was drunk
down in to the river with my fun
check the dance, the circumstance behind her change of gait
by the time I got back in there I was straight
the city hadn't looked so good in days
take her hand, take the subtle change of plans across her face
turn her on, to prove it was not only just a taste
I win
I take it all in
and I make my way home but the light of the bridge
how long has it been? I think about it
I win but it just don't feel like it
by the time I reached the N I was 20 years old
think of all the fingerprints I've grown
think of all the tragedy I have been sown
I would not prefer to be alone
not for all the secrets in your phone
not for all the paper trails you left out on the road
true to form we find a way to fit inside the folds
I win
I take it all in
and I make my way home but the light of the bridge
how long has it been? I think about it
I win but it just don't feel like it
By the time I am revived
only true believers left inside
and all the things your friends will say you did
I do not need to know it
I win
I take it all in
and I make my way home but the light of the bridge
how long has it been? I think about it
I guess i am wrong but it just don't feel like it
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When it's just the roaches left
we'll be slumped in our chairs
we'll have really done it this time
it will be warm but we will not complain
we will carry the pain in our chests
till it's just the roaches left
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10. |
My Silencer
09:08
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Went to bed hungry
I woke up drunk
drenched in her sweat
the AC turned off
I head to the bathroom
turn off my phone, and crumple her note
everyone i imagine was sleeping one off
everyone I assume is not to be ignored
breakfast is taking all afternoon so bring on the booze
summer is a cruel pit
every year I seem to have enough of it
i love her but I don't care about love
or I don't care enough
walk around ugly, walk around done
the first of the day, stringing along
I move through the crowd handing out heat
nothing is wasted except for me
this ain't an audience this ain't a tour
whatever my disease this ain't a cure
all i do is come back with more
bigger bricks for bigger walls
a weakening core
more well deserved metaphors
the hottest of lovers, the baddest of beats
the hardest of summers, playing all week
nothing's expected, nothing's the same
not even nature, not even my name
east the bowery, the trenches and graves remain
but south of delancey it's pretty much the same
turn right on 2nd, walk down st marks
the ghosts of the theater missing their scars
don't faze in the slightest as they fall away
it's an acquired taste
Janice is immune to it
every year she tries to make a deal with it
I want her but I don't care what I want
it's the curse of the fucked
the subway explodes in front of my eyes
I will walk home if I survive
there is my window, there is my light
I sit bolt upright
out of the morning a car will arrive
if she knows your name, let her inside
out in the real world, our houses divide
but here you can lie
what is the task of the sober mind
just what is it i'm supposed to leave behind?
you are for real
you are against me
my silencer
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