1. |
Ceiling
04:36
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Your eyes were as red as your lips,
hot tears on a stone cold face, the blasphemy of our kiss.
And I, can’t possess you like this, goodbyes are a warm embrace for sinners who call it quits.
And I wish I could love you, I wish I could let you,
I wish we could let this blow over.
I’ve got a lot more than one, reason to love you now,
I’ve got a lot more than one way I can let you down.
Your eyes- just as warm as your lips.
My fears flash before my face, I’m dying to feel that kiss.
But I can’t transgress you like this,
I really don’t know my place,
I really don’t know my place.
But I wish I could love you,
Yes I wish I could let you,
I wish he could let this go.
I’ve got a lot more than one reason to love you now,
I’ve got a lot more than one way I could let you down…
To my surprise I feel as comfortable as your lips did about that kiss.
To my surprise I do not give a fuck about what he thinks about that kiss.
But I really don’t know my place I guess I really don’t know my place,
I guess this is a disgrace oh yes I must really not know my place.
But I wish I could love you, yes I wish I could let you, I wish he would let me know, why were your eyes just as warm as your lips?
My fears flash before my face- that taunting incessant kiss.
But I won’t distress you like this.
I really don’t know my place, I really don’t know my place,
I really don’t know my place, and I don’t even think that you’ll miss this.
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2. |
Hotel Heartbreak #1
02:49
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If you’re into skull and bones,
there’s a place you can go and get your kicks downtown.
If you’re into crossbows,
there’s a place you can go and get shots for a dollar.
If you want a millionaire,
well the Hells-Fire Club is always open and underground.
If you’re coming unprepared,
be a rake, be a lecher, we’re all queens and libertines.
We’re all on our paths of happiness now on the right road.
Lying down on the tracks, there’s a train any minute that’ll take us home.
If you’re into broken hearts and lots of money,
there’s a place for you honey, on the Rodeo.
If you’re into broken hearts and fancy cars,
there’s a place for you baby, Elvis Presley Boulevard.
And if you’re a religious bloke, well come along!
We’re all talking to the virgin Mary, she’s in the bong!
And if you feel a little bit guilty that you flirt, don’t worry –
just carry, this 5-inch Buddha in your purse…
Because we’re all on our paths of happiness now on the right road,
lying down on the tracks, there’s a train any minute that’ll take us home.
We’re all on our paths of happiness now, on the right road,
lion down on the tracks, oh we’ll pray to it spirit and sell its coat.
Pray to its spirit and sell its coat.
Pray to its spirit and sell its coat.
Pray to its spirit and sell its coat.
Pray to its spirit and sell its coat.
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3. |
Two Cans Full of Shit
03:56
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Well you’ve been a friend
Yeah you’re quite the company
Time and lifetime time again
I find you coming back to me.
And still you leave me anyway
I’m also not planning to stay
You and I both know that it’s time to go.
And I don’t mean like a vacation,
I mean literally follow your dreams.
You and I both know what it means to go.
You’ve been a friend
Yeah you’re like a brother
Dare I go, dare I go so far as to say
At times you’re like a lover to me.
But still I’ll leave you anyway
I know you won’t ask me to stay
And compromise my growth
when it’s time to go.
And I really don’t mean like a vacation,
if you want you can say that I’ve gone to follow my dreams.
But you and I both know what it means to go.
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4. |
Call It Even
05:04
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Ain’t it funny now, oh ain’t it funny how the tables have turned on me?
So far gone over you,
it was the most that I could do to try and reclaim my dignity.
‘Cause you had finally got it figured out,
I can’t believe the way you wore me down –
raking through mine with the fragmented pride you broke on me.
And I had to call you out, and you had the audacity to turn around and say,
“at least now we’re even”.
But hold me longer than you thought you would.
Think of me more than you know you should.
See my ways in your expressions,
hold it down as self-projection –
and let me be a tumour in your heart.
You should let me grow there while you push me further down.
Let me be consistent in your art –
I should be the only fucking thing you can write about,
and that makes us even.
That’d make us even.
Ain’t it funny now, oh oh ain’t it funny how the tables have turned on you?
So far gone into it,
and still a fool you cannot admit that you strain to fit
your head above a hole that you dug for me.
And now you’ve finally got it figured out –
oh are you finally seeing clearer now?
Maybe it’s not such a bad idea to reach for me!
I had to let you down, and you had the capacity to turn around and say,
“at least now we’re even”.
But hold me longer than you thought you would.
Think of me more than you know you should.
See my ways in your expression,
hold it down as self-projection –
and let me be a tumour in your heart.
You should let me grow there while you push me further down.
Let me be consistent in your art –
I should be the only fucking thing you can write about,
and that makes us even.
That’d make us even.
Oh that makes us even,
Oh that makes us even.
Oh we’re not even! No.
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5. |
Procrastination
02:34
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I should not stop, ah but I’m going to.
It’s not the things I do, it’s what I don’t do.
Should write it down, but I won’t.
It’s not the things I do, it’s what I don’t.
I’ll sleep it out, I’ll sleep it out,
I’ll sleep about it, ‘til it’s all doubt!
I’ll sleep it out, I’ll sleep it out,
I’ll live out my dreams in my dreams I’ll sleep the point to death,
I’ll live out my dreams in my dreams I’ll sleep the point to death,
man.
I should not set an alarm,
and do it “later”.
Just think about it – all you’re giving up –
think long and hard about it for 9 hours on your couch!
I’ll sleep it out, I’ll sleep it out,
I’ll sleep about it, ‘til it’s all doubt!
I’ll sleep it out, I’ll sleep it out,
I’ll live out my dreams in my dreams I’ll sleep the point to death,
I’ll live out my dreams in my dreams I’ll sleep the point to death,
man.
(Well this is a fucking catastrophe. Hi Sarah! It’s me, your brain! Coming to tell you FUCK YOU. You know how much gold and shit I give you on a regular basis that you drown in Anker beer, with your sorrows!!? You sat on the couch to write a song – are you masturbating right now? Are you seriously fucking ma- WRITE THE FUCKING SONG, FUCK. FUCK…Fuck!)
Out my dreams in my dreams I’ll sleep the point to death,
I’ll live out my dreams in my dreams I’ll sleep the point to death,
I’ll live out my dreams in my dreams I’ll sleep the point to death,
I’ll live out my dreams in my dreams I’ll sleep the point to death,
I should,
I should get up,
but I don’t wanna,
NO!
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7. |
The Cowboy Song
06:22
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I don’t wanna be the one, to loosen mamma’s hold on her gun,
‘cause the man deserves to get a hole yeah, but that woman don’t need time.
And I’m afraid of what I have to do to hang her on and keep her mine,
‘cause I deserve my time with that woman, and a broken heart oh girl won’t hurt, like a hole in the ground.
I don’t wanna be the figure, to loose my brother finger from that trigger y’all.
‘Cause the man deserves to get a hole that’s right, but him also got his rights.
And I’m afraid of what you gone and said, that in the end, the choice is mine.
And I request some time to think about it, ‘cause a broken hand don’t hurt no man, like a hole in the ground.
Well buddy, I’m coming to you, you got a clue of what you think that I could do?
Well honey, ain’t nothing new, protocol’s been written on the Bible of our boots, man.
When someone does you wrong, that someone get gunned down.
And if a body feels sore about that gunnin’, he’s got another round to his name.
It’s the cycle of death in the wild, wild, west –
it’s how we keep things running smooth.
You wear your pride on your chest, and if you fuck with the rest,
it’s where you wear your bullet too.
It’s what I gotta do then, huh?
It’s what you gotta do.
And if I still feel sore about it I can…
Shoot your brother and your mother after too.
OHHHH DAAAMMNN!
I almost forgot about our silly ways!
I don’t wanna be the one to lift no finger off no gun,
but I don’t wanna be the one who said uh, a man deserves a hole in his back yeah.
Law of the land says a bullet needs a man.
Law of the land says a bullet needs a man!
I don’t wanna be the one,
to lift no finger off no gun but,
I don’t wanna be the one who said,
a man deserves a hole in his back yes.
Law of the land says a bullet needs a man.
So I’m gonna take that bullet then,
and never have to think about it again.
But I, I deserve my time with that woman,
and I request some time to think about it.
Yeah I deserve my time with that woman,
but I don’t need no time to think about it.
I’m gonna take a bullet for peace of mind,
I’m gonna take a bullet for peace of mind,
I’m gonna take that bullet for peace of mind,
I’M GONNA TAKE THAT BULLET FOR
Peace of mind!
Peace of mind!
Peace of mind!
Peace of mind!
Peace of mind!
Peace of mind!
Peace of mind!
Peace of mind!
I’m gonna take the sins of my father down to the hole –
I’m gonna take the sins of my father down to the hole.
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8. |
Funeral and Bloom
04:59
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Let me tell you nicely, how nice it would be to light the lovely things on fire.
Did you know my nicely one, that there’s a flower that can only spread it’s seed when it’s on fire?
Arson can be lovely love.
Arson can be delicate and
our sin can be forgiven.
Cleansed by fire,
cleansed by fire,
oh by fire.
Let me tell you frankly, how long it has been since I’ve felt anything…
You will learn my lonely (joy/boy?)
that there’s a burn that can only be relieved and destroyed
by fire.
Arson can be full of love,
Arson can be merciful
and
our sin can be re-written,
bent by fire,
bent by fire,
oh by fire.
Time is catching up to me
and I don’t have much
experience with time
and memories
and healing pain
and learning things.
Let me tell you nicely, how nice it would be to light the whole goddamn thing
ON FIRE
ON FIRE
Oh on fire.
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