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Political Rescue
03:34
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I’m the man, who could set you free,
I’m talking fire and I’m talking sweet.
I’ll be your savior, steadfast and cruel.
I’ll come to your political rescue.
Dirty thoughts you keep inside,
And dirty words muttered at night.
I’ll be your voice and I’ll lie for you.
I’ll be your answer and you’ll be my fools.
I gotta say hey, I think it’s time for change,
Now let me tap your rage.
An easy answer, an easy escape.
I never blink, I never show shame.
I’ll say the things that you longed scream,
A tight packaged, American dream.
Scapegoats and money to make.
A puffed chest, an abiding faith.
Faith in God, the red and blue,
Faith in White and strange fruit.
I gotta say hey, I think it’s time for change,
You let me tap your rage.
Feeling scared, misunderstood.
Left behind and overruled.
I’ll be your savior, steadfast and cruel,
I’ll come to your political rescue.
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2. |
Hanna Banana
04:13
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I heard you came back to town,
With a suitcase full of rage, just for fun.
A victim and assailant rolled in one.
And I haven't a single clue,
What shaped that dirty clay that makes up you.
Self-righteous, clever and rude.
And when you were just a little girl,
Framed so tight in your crimson curl,
Did your mother hold you tight?
Did she keep you warm and safe at night?
Safe from the creatures of the night.
You're pretty damn easy to chase.
But once your fangs appear to hide your grace.
A borderline of love and hate.
I guess it's time to leave,
Cause you ain't very strong, you're simply mean.
A therapist of make-believe.
And though I hate your very guts,
And danced with joy at your departing bus.
I have to ask, what brought us here?
What's the damage, where's the fear?
Crushing anything getting near.
I guess we're a little the same,
Pretty bitchy, pretty hurt, bitter and vain.
Christ, we even got the same last name.
I hope you keep pushing through and find some peace,
But please find it in someplace new,
Anywhere that keeps me away from you.
And I hate you and you hate me,
I hate myself just like you, so it seems.
We’ll let's declare a fragile truce,
I'll love me and you love you.
Just give it a little room.
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3. |
Miles to Go
05:04
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Last night, I was laying alone,
Dead calm after the storm.
I feel the tingle in my toes.
The long walk with miles and miles to go.
Miles and miles until I sleep,
The road winds and I hope to see.
Another day, another night,
Another dream, a whole 'nother life.
And I'll fight, I'll walk alone,
I'll feel echos from your soul,
Torn apart, never to be whole.
I was there, now you are gone.
I'm alive and you have flown.
Not a trace or clue, there’s no one home.
Mile and miles before I sleep,
I pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
Moving on, but feelings last,
A distant dream, a long distant past.
And I'll fight, I'll walk alone,
I'll feel echos from your soul,
Torn apart, never to be whole.
I was there, now you are gone.
I'm alive and you have flown.
Not a trace or clue, there’s no one home.
I wasted days, I wasted years.
I wasted love and I wasted tears.
I'll carry on and I will fight,
A quiet rage against the dying light.
Hello morning, hello sun.
Another day just begun.
I feel the tingle in my toes.
The long walk with miles and miles to go.
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4. |
Somebody
03:55
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Somebody needs, somebody crawls.
Somebody clings and somebody falls.
Somebody begs, somebody leans.
Somebody aches and somebody bleeds.
There's always somebody.
Somebody lies, somebody speaks.
Somebody plays and somebody cheats.
Somebody's slight, somebody's strong.
Somebody lives, somebody drowns.
Somebody runs, somebody cries.
Somebody gives and somebody fights.
There's always somebody.
Somebody reaches and somebody's touched
Somebody dreams and somebody lusts.
Somebody's better and somebody's worse.
There's always somebody willing to hurt.
Somebody lies, somebody speaks.
Somebody plays and somebody cheats.
Somebody's slight, somebody's strong.
Somebody lives and somebody drowns
Somebody knocks, somebody phones.
Somebody writes and someone is gone.
Somebody leans, somebody falls.
There's always somebody who wants to die in your arms.
There's always somebody.
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5. |
Screwtape
03:41
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Hey child, there’s a reason in the sky,
It’s purple or blue, banana or a lime.
So many faces, can lead to light,
But some make you stray and feel the night.
So precious, so insanely dear.
A chip of light transferred from a mirror.
Anything asked, whatever is required,
I'd kill for this, a hearts afire.
Where were you, where was my belief,
That held so firm against the darkest seed.
Am I sold or bought or am I heaven sent.
Screwtape got 'em, pushed 'em over the fence.
Who are you, what ya want to be?
A small face in ocean of dreams.
You start big and you crumble fast.
A wave hits hard and knocks ya back.
Where were you, where was my belief,
That held so firm against the darkest seed.
Am I sold or bought or am I heaven sent.
Screwtape got 'em, pushed 'em over the fence.
The who of my Sunday can't rely on my Monday,
The parcel of faith, is lost on a run way.
We stand still and the days go past,
It’s a drift so subtle, it’s a sneak attack.
Hey child, there’s a reason in the sky,
It’s purple or blue, banana or a lime.
So many faces, can lead to light,
But some make you stray and feel the night.
Where were you, where was my belief,
That held so firm against the darkest seed.
Am I sold or bought or am I heaven sent.
Screwtape got 'em, pushed 'em over the fence.
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6. |
Monkey
03:44
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A thin skin, a chip on your head.
Bruised ego, heliopath.
Written words, we go to the mat,
A lot of words, we don't understand.
Monkey see, monkey gonna do,
I came from monkeys, so did you.
Monkeyshine and monkey do.
I bumped into you, you bumped into me,
I’m pissed off, you stepped on my feet.
I feel friction, a constant extreme.
Critical mass, building steam.
Monkey see, monkey gonna do,
I came from monkeys, so did you.
Monkeyshine, monkey do.
Blue on blue, red on red,
Grays faded, long since dead.
I’m feeling angry and lonely tonight.
They make money from either side.
Monkey don't think, he never decides,
Play the role the rest of your life.
Monkey see, monkey gonna do,
Another monkey, an ape in their zoo.
Monkeyshine and monkey do.
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7. |
Chapter 13
03:52
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I owe on my house, I owe on my car.
I owe my TV and my DVR.
Now can’t you see?
And now the wallets getting lean.
And now that push came to shove,
It might be time for chapter thirteen.
I owe for my schooling, I owe for my teeth.
I owe for my freedom, babe I owe for the peace.
Now can’t you see?
You own every thought I think.
Now that push came to shove,
It might be time for chapter thirteen.
I owe you money, I owe you my time.
I owe you my love and I owe you my life.
I owe you my trust, I owe you my dreams.
Babe, I owe you everything I could ever be.
I owe on my guitar, I owe on my tuba.
Owe for the snorkel that I bought in Aruba.
Can’t you see?
I guess it’s catching up with me.
And now that push came to shove,
It might be time for chapter thirteen.
I owe for my shoes, I owe for my clothes.
Owe for that coke that just flies up my nose.
I gambled with Satan, now he owns my soul.
So I reached out for Jesus but was told I'm too broke.
I owe you money, I owe you my time.
Babe, I owe you my love and I owe you my life.
I owe you my trust, I owe you my dreams.
Babe, I owe you everything I could ever be.
I owe on my T-shirt, I owe on my jeans,
I owe on that beer that just vanished with my pee.
I guess it caught up with me.
And now that push came to shove,
It might be time for chapter thirteen.
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8. |
Another Stupid Song
03:04
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I got songs about screwing, songs about loss,
Songs about Jesus and a burning cross,
Songs about dope, I got songs about cars,
Songs about pickups and twinkling stars.
Hey, hey, hey, they might say, I raise a mighty sword.
Stick a pen in my neck and the blood flows, just like the rolling prose.
A mountain of words, aching to be heard.
Songs about pimps and songs about whores,
Songs about the devil who’s living next door,
Songs about Mom, I got a song about Dad,
Songs about brothers who never came back.
Hey, hey, hey, they might say, I raise a mighty sword.
Stick a pen in my neck and the blood flows, just like a rolling prose.
A mountain of words, aching to be heard.
Now why do they paint and why do you draw,
And why do I whistle this stupid song?
Just another stupid song.
I got songs about weakness or being tough,
Songs about judges, so corrupt.
Songs about color, got songs about skin,
Songs about blood, be it thick or thin.
Hey, hey, hey, they might say, I raise a mighty sword.
Stick a pen in my neck and the blood flows, just like the rolling prose.
A mountain of words just aching to be heard.
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9. |
Wasted on You
03:17
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Every night I spent thinking of you,
Sad and lonely, drunk and blue,
Every moment wasted, thinking of you.
I wish I had 'em back every single one.
I’d line 'em up, crush 'em down and snort 'em up.
Every moment wasted, thinking of you.
The ache in my brain, the tear in my heart.
The tear in your eyes, that seemed so far.
Never understood the reason why,
I cared so much for dreams and lies,
Yet never understood, the reasons why.
But plain as day in permanent ink,
Written on your wall with Facebook link.
Yet never understood, the reason why.
The ache in my brain, the tear in my heart.
The tear in your eyes, that seemed so far.
They lay me down to my gentle sleep,
A pocket of pills and some jumping sheep,
They lay me down, to my gentle sleep.
I have a few regrets how I spent my time.
First and foremost you come to mind,
I fear the regret, of the wasted time.
The ache in my brain, the tear in my heart.
The tear in your eyes, that seemed so far.
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10. |
Fear of Regret
04:34
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Time will tell, whether or not this life means…
Waking up for donuts at 4:00 AM,
To ponder the meaning of Barbie and Ken.
Or wrapping my hands with a gauze bandage,
From beating my head into a serious hemorrhage.
I’m not really sure if my name is Dan,
It could be George, Peter or maybe even Fred.
Time will tell, whether or not this life means…
Playing my guitar on a Saturday night,
To drunken slobs and their bitchy wifes.
They’re dancing around in three four time,
You better start pretty soon, bingo ends at nine.
I’ve always found reason and just cause,
To laugh at myself and all, all of life’s laws.
Time, will surely tell…
I can’t really tell if I feel satisfied,
Knowing I lived, I loved and I died,
I no longer question the road I must take,
Someone’s pulling my strings, he makes my mistakes.
An unexamined life just ain’t worth living,
But it beat’s the piss out of the one, the one that I was given.
But my money is down and race has begun,
I’m just dying to know if my, if my horse won.
Someday, when I wake up and find myself old and aged.
Will I kick back down in my bean bag chair?
Laugh at my youth and my long black hair.
Will it all makes sense and seem justified?
Will confusion have faded with the passing of time?
The biggest fear I have as of yet,
Is the fear of snakes and the fear, the fear of regret.
But my money is down and race has begun,
I’m dying to know if my, if my horse won.
But my money is down and race has begun,
Just dying to know if my pony won.
And the biggest fear I have as of yet,
Is the fear of snakes and the fear, I fear regret.
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