1. |
Wet Playground
04:11
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I tried to give to you,
though the end was probable...
your word is without worth...
your will unstoppable.
Where do we go?
Somehow, some way
I rise above it.
I make something of it.
I needn't you; needn't anybody's say.
How can I explain
the two years I spent
convalescing?
(You say, "Well, why should you?")
I thought honesty
would be a pleasant change for me.
When I emerged the skies had cleared,
but my world had changed.
When I confronted the worst in us
we were never quite the same.
Where do we go?
Some how some way
I rise above it.
I make something of it.
I needn't you; needn't anybody's say.
Must I remind you t
here's little left after farewell?
(You say, "Well, why should there?")
I've learned a few key phrases,
but not enough to make you stay.
"Look, buddy, things change." That is what she said....
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2. |
Wandering Ways
04:59
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Yeah, it's cold,
so I'm told;
you get used to it...
like a bartenders wit.
(Well, I'm going home.)
"Find a niche
and be proud of it."
Well, I remain
unconvinced.
It feels like I'm finally on my own.
Yeah, you could say I've learned to live my life,
I learned to let go.
No one can say they're gonna tame my
wandering ways…
but I'll be back when you say:
"When will you fill me… to the top"
I drive your car,
I turn to park;
I want to say,
"It's been nice knowing you."
But it's too late.
I have a plan
to make a stand;
a good time for a change;
but I cannot make you a part of the strategy.
Please come and join me
for one last spending spree!
It feels like I'm finally on my own.
Yeah, you could say I've learned to live my life;
I've learned to let go.
No one can say they're gonna tame
my wandering ways
... but I'll be back when you say:
"When will you fill me ... to the top?"
I'll be back when you say ...
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3. |
Soviet Tanker
07:51
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Our love,
like that Soviet tanker,
abandon in the twilight...
no life for hundreds of miles,
our polar regions
unreachable.
Our love,
like that Soviet tanker,
nothing left beneath unopened arms...
cracked hull oil tanker,
full of cold Soviet bones.
Our love,
like that Soviet tanker,
a love no one cares to see...
creaking and wind blown,
we've nothing but memories.
Our love,
like that Soviet tanker,
waiting for warmth
beneath a rusted speck of a sun...
a sun that turns its back to us,
and sets without a fuss.
She said, "We were shut down before take-off,
next time we'll welcome the galaxy."
Well I don't know what that means;
anyway, there will be no "next time" for her and me.
My runway, frozen,
cracked, thawed, refrozen,
turned to blacker ice.
She said, "I'm with you through thick and thin ...
and thick and thin again."
Dark headed angel,
come tell me about real things.
I've been to your website,
still I go un-held at night.
Come down and earn a living.
Sad catholic schoolgirl
trapped at "Lady Of The Eternal Hardship"
(or was that "Everlasting Misery?")
Poor little flower,
she wanted dearly to go un-churched.
Well if she wants you then let her;
if she loves you then let her.
I can't stop thinking about our last long goodbye...
where we forgot to say "goodbye."
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4. |
Bathing Suit
04:05
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The summer's gone, I'm all alone.
That coastal town means nothing now.
It's just like you to run away.
Well, I swore I'd stay right here
where we made our mistakes.
We used to meet at coastal side.
I knew you ...
well, I'd hold you tight...
giving me everything possible.
Yeah, at ocean side
incredible how lonely the days
are at night.
What became of you?
There you are with faux fur collar,
high bangs, whispering things,
I can't think ...
in the city tonight.
The ocean is where the ocean is...
I don't know where that ocean is...
but I saw you in your bathing suit...
incredible.
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5. |
Monumental
05:06
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When I say I love you, you say,
"Well, what's not to love?"
I know I'm so far above you,
still there is something you ought to know:
I want you back in the tall grass.
Remember that?
Back when I had confidence.
You were weighted down with so much weaponry...
your parting shot still rings in my ear.
I say I'm a Marxist ...
it seems to appeal to girls that think.
I say I'm an artist
'cause all my life that's what I've been told to say.
A Russian girl at the bar with good posture,
twenty-two and so easy to spark.
She melts leaving little more than hoop earrings,
simple conversation,
and a credit card.
I'm still in your shadow
though it's long after dark.
You're so monumental,
you'll last a lifetime.
She said, "Sing me something beautiful;
paint or draw me something beautiful;
write me something beautiful;
film me something that moves with beauty."
Well, there's nothing beautiful about the state I'm in,
you icy thing, I thought some day you would thaw.
You were weighted down with so much weaponry
your parting shot still rings in my ear.
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6. |
Strange Machine
05:37
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I was voted "Most Likely To Seethe"
by those who knew little about me.
I had become a strange machine.
Lost parts long ago,
that made me make-believe.
Hey! Look there beside you.
It means enough to me.
I know you're a special thing.
They say I'm just like you,
still you turn me away.
I don't know what's happening.
On the outskirts to search,
no self worth found.
We booked a "No-Tell", a shell
for our let downs.
I had become a strange machine.
Lost parts long ago,
created myself from all I could borrow,
gave to you, a lifetime's worth of sorrow.
Hey! Look there beside you.
It means enough to me.
I know you're a special thing.
They say I'm just like you
still you turn me away.
I don't know what's happening.
I'll make it without you.(repeat)
There are those that will say,
"Yeah, I'll give you my all."
Well, I don't know how much trust to thrust upon them
when they say, "pencil me in."
I've never loved anyone
who wasn't a friend.
I can't make it without you.(repeat)
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Was it a silver jumpsuit?
She said, "No...
It was gray."
Well, she blew my mind
when she pulled the zipper away.
Upstairs in that east side bar
where we talked of universe and galaxy;
on the walls they projected animalscapes
and ocean floor madness.
She wasn't my intended lover,
but a decoy, a guide,
without markings, that arrived,
providing nothing more than space helmet joy...
anyway, we both seemed happy.
Yeah, that little inner city ghoul...
the kind of girl you take to the stairwell
near load-in for bands,
between U-hauls and vans,
up all night...
it's best she's never seen in the daylight.
Yeah, my little inner city ghoul,
the one that still lives at home with her mother
and her mother's fourth husband -
a girl that dresses in all black
and doesn't kiss half bad.
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8. |
Has-been and Wife
03:20
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I know where your head is,
it only goes to show:
with an arm full of babies,
a supermarket line.
You feel your life's wasted;
you lost hope long ago,
no longer love to call your own.
Has-been and wife;
you'd feel much safer
if he'd never face you.
I know what it means to want more from life.
Who to blame for this failure?
You both guided your-selves there.
I know what you're thinking:
it comes with self-control.
But I can tell when you're faking;
you hurt more than you show.
Speak softly of the favor;
I give and then I go.
Still, we have nothing to call our own.
Has-been and wife;
she's secretly forming
a mind of her own.
I know what it means when she says,
"Turn out the light:
"I don't want to go un-held tonight."
This presence of fear,
it builds from year to year.
To say you're staying t
o save nothing worth saving
(but this instinct of weakness.)
You give more, you take less...
don't tell me about regrets.
Don't you feel your life's moving fast forward,
taking you nowhere,
until you're no one in the end?
Well who has been your friend f
or half of your life?
She said, "Life has let me down;
still I will not cry on your shoulder."
She said, "Life has let me down."
I don't know when
and when not to hold her.
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9. |
Happy Hollowdays
05:37
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Oh, to be a window washer
forty stories high
above a city
known only for crime.
They seem so safe
with their harness and pulley knowledge
as the cables swing
during brisk wind
at year's end.
Do they know
I'm down below
never having felt so grounded?
In the evening, I'll come around.
We're happy this way, this way that we stray;
won't you please tag along?
Until the day breaks - don't know where I'll wake,
let me walk you back home...
Happy Hollowdays... Happy Hollowdays.
An international space station is being built
while I'm on all four's
never having felt so sick.
I find no suitable pharmaceuticals
to suit me.
Window washers...
o they watch the secretaries fold their long legs
in office cubicles?
Yeah, that's what I'd do...
I'd watch them fold their long legs
in office cubicles,
yeah, that's what I'd do.
In the evening, I'll come around...n
o postcard view, only nightfall.
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10. |
Incurable
06:10
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Engulfed? No.
Merely swallowed.
Strange near death muscle ache and Wow!
A sparrow's near the coffee mug.
Who? The phone rings once
(yes, it happens twice)
a secret code from you
To turn my solar panels and face the freeze.
You look to me as a mirror in the foyer.
We no longer know what to do with ourselves.
I feel like an unknown periodical discontinued...
yet still on the shelf.
I was almost out the door
when the phone rang,
when I heard that voice
I felt nothing
but the closing of the door.
Me and my kind are incurable.
Still, I hate it when I hear her say,
"What's with you anyway?"
Me and my kind are incurable.
Made to feel shame,
sickened by the fear;
throwing up on pre-test;
not allowed to take the post-test.
Raised in a city
dead from the sun down.
Yeah, turns out third grade
is a lot like the world.
Sixth grade; endless days,
fielding the short hop
among all of the odd balls.
Kim's hair and its perfect part;
and there's me scribbling my plea,
my awkwardness knowing no bounds.
Made to feel wanted six times
but only twice by the same girl.
Then on to more junior high lowness...
Glenda drunk at thirteen,
her brighter eye fixed upon me.
And an affection for high-heeled boots began with her,
not you.
I hear that daytime voice, cotton skirt, night club
night before nervous
after a hard hand stamp,
nothing more beautiful than
watching the doorman's girlfriend t
ear through all of his fast food.
I am incurable
but still improving.
Though I am slightly less than remarkable,
yes, I'm still worth knowing.
No more dreams; no more wishing;
I'll be done as the earth rolls on.
This world belongs to the young.
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11. |
Dead Astronaut
08:44
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All my life
I float just like a dead
astronaut's wife.
Holding tight
the hand that night they said,
"He's dead." And we cried,
"Can you feel me?
Do you know what I'm up against?
Can you feel me?"
All my life
I twist and turn like a dead
astronaut's kite.
Holding tight
the hand that night they said,
"He's dead." And we cried,
"Can you feel me?
Do you know what I'm up against?
Can you feel me?"
A dead astronaut.
"Can you feel me?"
All my life
I want to know where all dead
spacemen go.
Sink or swim;
I could get used to the cold
or so I've been told.
Can you feel me ...
do you know what I'm up against?
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12. |
Hello Pharmacist
08:10
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I've never known anyone like you;
I'd like to keep it that way.
I've never known anyone like you;
I hope you never change.
But darling, you're lost...
like a kept souvenir
soon to be tossed.
When you suggest I follow you,
well, there's no easy way to say
if you feel as I do,
then darling, you're lost too.
Everything I've told you is true.
I'm so sick and tired of hearing otherwise.
When times are tough and things go bad,
you dream of what others have.
You shouldn't do that ...
you can't disappear,
but only move on.
Maybe I should call this song "Pay Phone."
Well; I stood there all night long.
Maybe call this "Lack Of Community."
Well, that's a thought that consumes me.
Darling we're lost,
but we can't disappear.
Maybe we should move on.
If I could, why couldn't you?
Oh, but you're back on the phone.
If I could read her lips
I'd see her say, "Hello pharmacist."
I don't understand people
younger or older than me ...
And people my own age
give me the creeps.
Be careful in whom you confide
cause I tried with a pint by my side...
and it ended the night.
IT ENDED THE NIGHT.
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