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Humdinger
02:57
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Humdinger
And though you walk down the city sweet,
I know you're a real humdinger
You've got a quarter inch faux link chain
and you shimmer through a Florentine slip
But, oh the grandeur
Oh the grandeur
Fervent strides of cool white splendor
Ignoring everything in your way
The swollen glance of a suitor flops
it bathes but does not engage you
You play the half tired game of
could have beens and hardly sins
But, oh the grandeur
Oh the grandeur
Standing stark with banners spangled
You make a true heart crack and wane and I'm proof
cuz' I'm trying to convince you to
Believe my far fetched ideas are genuine
( just for a second, just for a second now)
And even if they're out of reach my spirit will somehow
Believe my far fetched ideas are genuine
( just for a second, just for a second now)
And even if they're out of reach my spirit will somehow
And all your grace is a mannered front,
I know you're a real humdinger
You've got a green-backed gold rimmed plate of amenities
and undeserved gifts
But, oh the grandeur
Oh the grandeur
Sprawled across that rich white canvas
You make a true heart crack and wane and I'm proof
cuz' I'm trying to convince you to
Believe my far fetched ideas are genuine
( just for a second, just for a second now)
And even if they're out of reach my spirit will somehow
Believe my far fetched ideas are genuine
( just for a second, just for a second now)
And even if they're out of reach my spirit will somehow
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Domino Fawn
02:07
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Domino Fawn
Domino Fawn gets cold and they bring her golden down
Domino Fawn gets tired and they run to scatter orchids on the ground
She gets in so you wanna trade your pride for her hand
In so you wanna take your life if you can't
And I noticed how the rain was warm
And how ribbed crimson holds your form
Sleeves up on your palm
Domino Fawn gets bored and the invites flood her house
Domino Fawn gets scared and the mountains echo "hey it's alright now"
She gets in so you wanna trade your pride for her hand
In so you wanna take your life if you can't
In so you wanna trade your pride for her hand
In so you wanna take your.....
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Tungsten
02:39
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Tungsten
In the beginning, it wasn't hard
To overlook things, that missed the mark
You were outstanding, or so they said
And took the platform, with stars and bells
I've seen you labor for so long
And kept myself from saying wrong, wrong, wrong
Count me out
You're not what I thought you were about
Illuminate the world
Yet still remaining in the dark yourself
The candied textbook, exalts your name
With poignant stories, of better days
Now I know better, than coated verse
Learning those secrets, of ill you nurse
I've seen you labor for so long
And kept myself from saying wrong, wrong, wrong
Count me out
You're not what I thought you were about
Illuminate the world
Yet still remaining in the dark yourself
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4. |
Bucket
03:05
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Bucket
Be there in a second,
as soon as the dot on the channel has faded
They call me the sheriff,
who busted his crown and it never did heal quite right
I feel so pathetic,
I tear at the hairs and I'm burrowing much too deep
Too deep to renege it,
there's blood in the bed now I'll never get back to sleep
On my to la-la , on my way to la-la
On my to la-la , on my way to la-la
I'll surely forget it,
as sure as the voice in the catacomb lingers
Once I was angelic,
and look at me now I'm a stumbling clod and how
How could I prevent it,
it flowed and it flowed, it was funneling from my frame
My frame now is static,
there's solace in youth but the memories too insane
On my to la-la , on my way to la-la
On my to la-la , on my way to la-la
And the broken rotor tugs away
You never told me it was wrong
(yes I did you must have heard)
You never said that I'd be sleeping for so long
(only several million times you, liar, liar, liar,
liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar,
liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar,
liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar)
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Green Eisenhower
04:09
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Green Eisenhower
Angelic king, he of broken wings,
who set a starless night afire
Misfit of sorts, wrenching heartfelt chords,
to free the restless kid inside
Metal, chrome, metal, chrome, stop pick move and
Kicking through rhythms like I don't care
Buddy has to be confused
Metal, chrome, metal, chrome, stop pick move and
How many times must bedazzled minds,
attempt to plummet to the ground
Hoping to raze those lackluster days,
that hung around like leaden clouds
Metal, chrome, metal, chrome, stop pick move and
Kicking through rhythms like I don't care
Buddy has to be confused
Metal, chrome, metal, chrome, stop pick move and
There's a lingering reflection,
Cast upon the plains as
sullen eyes fall toward the sky
And in tranquil recollection,
Drunken angels whisper,
weary-tongued their poor mouths tired
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14 Metal Pulleys
03:29
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Fourteen Metal Pulleys
Deep in the belly of a sugar topped scene
Tucked like an undercut corduroy seam
The pound, the note , the script you wrote, echoes and careens
Rip into the underside, and see if you come out alive
The innocent must try and try to answer things this way
Stuck in the psyche of a treble bent fiend
Misfed Silvertone stereo feed
The charm, the verse, the sermon and the curse
Blessing as they bleat
Rip into the underside, and see if you come out alive
The innocent must try and try to answer things this way
Rip into the underside, and see if you come out alive
The innocent must try and try to answer things this way
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7. |
Chump Change
03:30
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Chump Change
Bring your puppets own to play with mine, they won't recognize your lisp
Don't forget the rules of pantomime, if a face turns to a fist
Carbon dating through your ancestry, to unearth eclectic plans
Redefine the terms of prodigy, feed the ugly to the bland
If there's a harbinger, telling us what will occur
I wish it'd rear its ugly head
If smoke begins to billow, put my jaw under your pillow
And pray the sutures all will mend
Hold the banister for fear of life, can't you pry it from the wall
As a weapon it can paralyze, as an anchor it can stall
Slowly pacing through the vestibule, wear a trench into the shag
As the phonograph spins "Don't Be Cruel", shove your head into a bag
If there's a harbinger, telling us what will occur
I wish it'd rear its ugly head
If smoke begins to billow, put my jaw under your pillow
And pray the sutures all will mend
Dyin' to know, I'm dyin' to know
Dyin' to know, I'm dyin' to know
Dyin' to know, I'm dyin' to know
Dyin' to know, I'm dyin' to know
If there's a harbinger, telling us what will occur
I wish it'd rear its ugly head
If smoke begins to billow, put my jaw under your pillow
And pray the sutures all will mend
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Pelican
02:24
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Pelican
There you are, sun-dried orange red
with the seeds of disappointment on your breath
From the start, we were both misled,
as we spent ourselves to pay each others debts
Once I was dreaming' of that sound,
and wondered if the day was long enough
Now at night I keep my eyes sealed shut,
praying that I won't wake up
And there you are, ribbons in your hair,
spilling absent minded brilliance to the page
Petrified, shivers in my bed,
cause my ultimate has up and gone away
From the beginning, we've both known
our seamless plans were bound to self destruct
We kept on kiddin', who knows how,
and told ourselves that this was enough
Disregard the meager things
they forced you into thinking were worthwhile
Turn your thoughts unto those underlying themes,
and revel as you trip to touch the sky
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Preserves
02:24
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Preserves
There you go, poking holes in the lid again
Two or three, enough to breath, you saw me turning blue
On the shelf, saved for yourself, just collecting dust
Once again you saw a friend to put away on hold
No logical explanation for the things you use and save
Your private collection growing, for a shameless public display
Turtle doves and boxing gloves, it's all the same to you
Put away, glass encased, hardly there at all
Lipton soup and hula hoops, you love in just one breath
Le me free, spare me please, I'm grasping for some air
No logical explanation for the things you use and save
Your private collection growing, for a shameless public display
No logical explanation for the things you use and save
Your private collection growing, for a shameless public display
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10. |
White Chocolate
02:28
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White Chocolate
Josie wrote it as a child, in a purple magic scrawl
"None of this is making sense, and it's all my fault"
Always taunted in the yard, for the pictures she'd create
She was cringing as she walked away
With green beads, striped shirt, and no place in this world
Caught the spirit of Detroit, in the records she would play
Barricaded in her room, with a beat up bass
Two delinquents in the band, and expression of her hate
She was grinning as she took the stage
With green beads, striped shirt, and no place in this world
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Pediddle
04:37
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Pediddle
Crawl through the dark,
it's ok they'll give me light and they'll give me light
Crawl through the dark,
it's ok they'll give me light enough to see
Kick the body
I don't think it moved
Kick the body
I don't think it moved
I will not look, I cannot look
I will not look, I cannot look
Crawl through the dark,
it's ok they'll give me light and they'll give me light
Crawl through the dark,
it's ok they'll give me light enough to see
Kick the body
I don't think it moved
Kick the body
I don't think it moved
I will not look, I cannot look
I will not look, I cannot look
Kick the body
Kick the body
I will not look, I cannot look
I will not look, I cannot look
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