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The Stream
01:59
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Am I a man or machine?
Bound to the flesh--
don't want these bones,
don't want no shadow behind me.
I wanna be free.
I tried to fill the vacancy.
I tried to love the skin I'm in, still I can see the strings
tied to me.
I wanna be free.
Tried hard to defeat it.
Yeah, it's been hard to exist.
Upload my consciousness to a disk,
add me to the stream,
and pull me apart at the seams.
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2. |
Nothing New Year
02:26
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I'm burned out on resolutions and regretting yet another yet.
To hell with all your parties, I got nothing to cheers,
I won't raise my glass.
Another year will pass, we'll see what friends have come and gone.
I'm still here making lists while everybody else has moved on.
To start drinking less--
And drop all the blame--
To talk about changing, when it's gonna stay the same.
New Year's Eve, I'm gonna drop the ball.
Two more drinks, into the street I'll fall.
Wake up dizzy on a bathroom floor, forget what happened the night before.
Missed the parade, got no midnight kiss.
Can another January start like this?
This time I mean it, my words sincere:
I won't see any of you next year.
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3. |
I Can't See
01:59
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See the world and it's a blur,
and I don't think my glasses work.
I can't see what's in front of me.
No I can't see what's in front of me.
When I lose speed, I am trapped by screens.
I'm staring at my phone while ignoring my TV.
My mind rolls round and round.
I used to have wide eyes, now I can't see.
I can't see!
Don't I think I know it all?
But with just one Adderall,
I can clean up all the mess I'm avoiding,
can finish everything I've been avoiding.
When I lose speed, I am trapped by screens.
I'm staring at my phone while ignoring my TV.
My mind rolls round and round.
Said I used to have wide eyes, now I can't see.
I can't see!
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4. |
Destiny Road, Tennessee
02:39
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That night in Tennessee,
our headlights were the only lights for miles to see,
and we watched the raccoons scatter up the trees as we neared
in that big open field, or a yard,
too dark to tell.
Felt like infinity,
under the hood of stars that night in Tennessee,
where you held me in your arms so tight that I didn't mind
that we were lying on the ground.
Our bold and beating hearts were all that made a sound while we
were tangled up without a care for who's around.
The night's not young, neither are we so--let's go!
When I look into your eyes,
swear I've never seen nothing this bright at home.
Look into my eyes,
feel the flash and burn of a celestial scar.
Think of all the days you loved me under one star,
have you ever seen so many stars?
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5. |
The Bad One
01:55
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I wake; I wait in a pool of sweat.
I can't sleep (or am I in a dream?).
I don't recognize your face.
I can't read what the sign said.
What did the sign say?
You think I'm no sucker,
you think I know what I want.
I don't find the comfort in asking you for help.
Awake for miles, got a few more hours.
Not sure of nothin' but the moon and that's too far
and every star's a satellite.
What do I do when I'm alone and you're not watching?
Lay down, I break my throne,
still I won't take off the crown.
Awake for miles, got a few more hours.
Not sure of nothin' but the moon and that's too far
and every star's a satellite.
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6. |
Vertigo
03:34
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I'm always on the brink of falling down;
standing on the edge of town, the ground moves too fast under my feet.
Open my eyes and the room is spinning,
the ceiling's gonna fall;
and when I close my eyes, I dream like a dog.
I kick out and whimper.
Maybe I just lost my bite, maybe I've been chained out in the yard all night.
Can't say I'm used to it.
I'm always on the brink of falling down;
standing on the edge of town, the ground moves too fast under my feet
and I can't get going.
Never been afraid of looking down; world drops out from under me and
now I'm looking in, seeing everyone I've been,
and now I'm falling.
To stay afloat, look for the horizon,
but my whole world's on a tilt.
And I wish that I could trust my own two feet, 'cause I'd go anywhere!
Nothing's every as far as it seems,
hit the ground runnin' tryna chase down a dream,
if only I could leave this bed.
I'm always on the brink of falling down;
standing on the edge of town, the ground moves too fast under my feet
and I can't get going.
Never been afraid of looking down; world drops out from under me and
now I'm looking in, seeing everyone I've been,
and now I'm falling.
Up on the ledge, I'm about the peek,
the bottom looks further than I could see,
maybe it's a shortage in my circuitry
to feel like I'm always falling 30 ft.
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7. |
Toilin' Trouble
03:15
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With one of these knives, I could cut right through the ceiling.
What's fluffy and white is swelling above me.
I can feel it in my mouth, the fibers that wind, that strangle my words and my tongue,
and I guess that's why everything just tastes off.
I'm using my hands as a guide.
Were they always so heavy and airy and not quite my own?
I can see in the dark, but I won't tell anyone what I saw.
Think I can unbind myself, but I don't know the spell.
I can hear them calling from the other side.
I can hear them calling--
I can hear them calling from the other side.
Burned all of my sage, I made circles with salt,
still they whisper "Daughter of the moon..."
And on their altar in ink as red as wine,
I saw the page where I had signed.
I can hear them calling from the other side.
I can hear them calling--
I can hear them calling from the other side.
Their darkness covers me and all I can see,
now I don't know peace.
They're always with me.
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"It's just a ride; life's but a dream--"
said the preacher man from Georgia, of no faith.
He spoke of love and corporate greed,
they put a bullet 'tween his eyes for irony.
Drowning in ads and dim lit screens,
there was no need for convincing.
He just wanted to tell the truth.
Young in years, but miles ahead,
they didn't like the things he said.
The CIA killed Bill Hicks.
They blamed it on a life unclean,
traded a coke habit for nights of desert trips.
He met with gods and UFOs,
but they knew his mind was just another threat.
Drowning in ads and dim lit screens,
there was no need for convincing.
He just wanted to tell the truth.
Young in years, but miles ahead,
they didn't like the things he said.
The CIA killed Bill Hicks.
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9. |
PGB/No Touch
02:50
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Don't stand so close to me.
Loaded knuckles spiked with keys.
I never asked for enemies.
I wanna take back the night.
Why can't I walk home alone?
Let's make this one thing known:
my body isn't yours to own.
So why should I fear when I'm alone?
I wanna take back the night.
Why can't I walk home alone?
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I'm not your friend and I don't wanna pretend
that I like it when your hands' around my neck.
No touch.
I'm not your pal and I don't wanna hear about
the weekend you spent at Jim Thorpe.
No touch.
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10. |
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You crossed my mind the other day.
I did what I said I wouldn't, I checked in on what you're doing,
I was bored and I'm still nosey,
looks like you're up to more of the same.
Always lived your live unafraid,
thought I could keep up the pace 'cause it was all a competition,
and I knew that we were different,
you got off on cat calls spat from the street.
How could I forget the way you said what you said, said what you said?
Just another gatekeeper's excuse not to let somebody in.
And I can feel his eyes from the other side of your lens.
So who's the boy of your dreams?
Does he keep it all from falling apart at the seams?
Yeah, looks like he keeps things real neat.
I guess I still compare you to me,
it's a hard habit to break 'cause you kept me like a sister,
chucked my heart into the river when you let a mister get in the way.
How could I forget the way you said what you said, said what you said?
Just another gatekeeper's excuse not to let somebody in.
And I can feel his eyes from the other side of your lens.
Didn't wanna stay in your backseat.
You didn't wanna ride shotgun with me.
Thought there was more to our camaraderie,
but all we could talk about was what we hate.
How could I forget the way you said what you said, said what you said?
Had a lot of time to think about it.
I thought about what you said, when you said that no one can change,
well guess what, we both changed.
Would you say the same now that you've had time to age?
Yeah, how long did it take for you to see "you" through someone else's point of view?
So we agree there was reason not to pretend.
'Cause I can feel his eyes from the other side of your lens.
Hardest wounds to heel come from arrows shot by your friend.
Still I can feel his eyes from the other side of your lens.
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11. |
No Office in the Wild
02:23
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Settled for "Attention Deficit,"
when it was paperwork that made me quit reading.
Thought I lacked direction--
but truth is stranger than fiction and I wanna turn the page.
Subscribed to medication,
two a day makes you numb to the promise "It'll be OK."
Can't talk about conspiracy,
'cause I've tripped more than twice and gone off the deep end, right?
I'm aching for back breaking labor
'cause I wanna do something more with my hands
instead of clocking in & clocking out,
there's more to life than a grid and no office in the wild.
I'm aching for back breaking labor
'cause I wanna do something more with my hands
instead of clocking in & clocking out,
there's more to life than a grid and I wanna find out.
Perforated paystub paper cuts leave the deepest wounds
now I ain't so fun at parties, socializing like the board room.
So I spend my last twenty just to get my fix,
'cause I'm doing time by the hour and they let me keep the change.
Now I'm no fun.
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