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Kyoko
02:31
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You were King Of The World,
But you were getting older.
Say we don't have to change the way we play this game.
You were shot into space,
to save the human race.
And everyone's to blame, 'cause everything's the same.
And say we don't have to change
the way we play this game
and everyone's to blame
when everything's the same.
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2. |
Somewhere Warm
04:11
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A bitter prom queen keeps her cigarettes stashed
with her memories and photographic ash
in a spaceship that's moving just too fast
she crashed the last one
Reflection of her lazy eye is telling her to stop
pretending everything will be alright
took kitchen knife and carved her name into the sky
well that was last night
all her life she's been fighting against
the laws of physics and what they've said
momentum moves her ahead
but inertia keeps her directionless, directionless
maybe I'll see something no one's ever seen
a shooting star that's choked on gasoline
swear to god I saw it in a dream
but I don't sleep
In exile, I ran with all the dancers
I'm on trial, but I've got no answers
The things I could do with a map of your head
but for now I'll remain directionless, directionless,
directionless.
And I am too young to die,
did I mention pretty too?
And I am going too fast to stop,
but I don't know where I'm going.
Maybe somewhere warm.
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I want you too
break the strings
attached to just about everything and
wrap them up
in tiny cities that glow in the dark
use their light
to find your way
from your house to mine
you could cross a thousand miles in no time
and you know that
it's confusing
and I can't put this into words
all I know is that it hurts
I'm tryin' to let you know that
you can never get close to me
I'll be dyin' in the city
while you're living by the sea
I want you to
burn the things
I got for your birthday
burn them all
burn away
it's just too easy
and I'll be sitting here
with the silence that you gave to me
never knew things got this lonely
and you know that
it's alarming
and there's something in the air
glad to know that you cared
I'm tryin
to let you know that
you can never get close to me
I'll be dyin' in the city
while you're livin' by the sea
I am the loser
I'm the guy
in the street
in the middle of the night
who plays guitar
and sings out loud
while tryin' not to weep
I know that's pretty weak
take all that you can keep
and hold onto it for me.
seems to me
that I will be
just another memory
and you will see
that you are just
a separate melody
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4. |
Broke
04:35
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Broke
are my eyes
I can't see
where you hide
A trace of your feet
carries me
indefinitely
and when found
a sound route
a way out
of our small town
but broke
are your ears
you can't hear
you never could.
you're broken
so broke
we're hopeless.
I'm swimming with the damned
at this high school dance
less romantic
more so tragic
sadly shaken
badly beaten trance
your bruises
mark the pieces of
a broken home
that shattered long ago
all on the floor
time is the hand that picks you up
and carries you
somewhere else
for your sake, my dear,
I hope you find a way out
I'm smokin' with the damned at this high school dance
less romantic
more so tragic
sadly shaken
slowly swayin'
So sway
sway like you're broken
So sway
sway like you're hopeless
my car's in the shop
it's broken down like us
like all the light bulbs in this house
the power's out
your shoes are
wrapped around the grid
pumped full of electric sin
we're patiently waiting
for them to finally fall down
so light me up that cigarette complaint
we're late on rent again
we're out on the street
broken, shoeless
my car's in the shop
it's broken down like us
like all the light bulbs in this house
the power's out
So sway
sway like you're broken
So sway
sway like you're hopeless.
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5. |
Mike's Song
05:20
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All the things
attached to me
have tangled up
in my sleep
the candlelight
off the roof at night
is the clearest sign
of darker times
They say all you need is luck
so I punched a mirror in the face
and planned the next few years in opposites
They say all you need is luck.
Your room has caught
aflame, it won't stop
and your paint is peeling
the walls are coming apart
The haunting way
the smoke will stay
suspended,
it has weight.
They say all you need is luck
so I tossed a coin into the sky
and watched it burn out in the atmosphere
They say all you need is luck
And I know that
I'm a closed off sonuva bitch,
That I'm striking out
consecutively.
All I need
is that sweet
consistency.
What it was
meant more than you could ever make it seem.
I'm told that luck is all you need
and that I'm pretty goddamn lucky
You can dodge life's dives,
carefully.
What I need
is that sweet
consistency.
What it was
meant more than you could ever make it seem.
I'm told that luck is all you need,
and that I'm pretty goddamn lucky.
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6. |
Full Sail Away
05:10
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we're careful now at best
and I can't get no rest
the trees will slowly tumble through
the strangest point of view
They stray and fade away
and nothing ever changes
Life will take away the good in me,
and leave an empty frame.
Then everything will explode,
the way things did at home
With the windows down, I ride the night
nothing better on my mind
and the stereo screams at me
"why'd you have to leave?"
I tried to fight on a sinking ship,
nearly drowned with the crew.
This car is my lifeboat,
and I'm still out to sea
with nothing but
a single dream where
I mean nothing
you mean nothing
we mean nothing
together, together.
I mean nothing
and you mean nothing
we mean nothing
together, together.
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7. |
The Shuffle
07:15
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you threw away your chance at being somebody else
you picked me up
and swept me out of restaurant hell
your father built this house back in '98
never had before and it's always too late
the buildings stream along and
the telephone lines
have sparked and crossed together
to set us a fire
the likes of which before
I'd never seen
you'd float away that hollow noise
catching smoke rings.
Nothing was more painful
than when we were gettin' high
by the baseball diamond after school
and I burnt my tongue on bad news, bad news, bad news
bad news
and it was more trouble than we were worth
you said when you'd quit smoking
and left a silence like you rehearsed
cause I was the one with the problem.
what you said
what you'll say
what you said
what you'll say
what you'll say
you threw away your chance at being somebody else
wasting time in your own personal hell
you threw away your chance at being somebody else
you threw away your chance at being somebody else
wasting time in your own personal hell
you threw away your chance at being somebody else
Andrew
light a match
and save the rest for me, please.
Andrew.
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8. |
All The Time
04:22
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Met her at your local bar
playing rock n' roll suicide
that's right
fell in love with the bassist
when she plays, it's like heaven
even though it's just zeppelin
you don't care much for them
You wanna ask her opinion
but you're almost out of time
that's right
make up your mind
I know you do it all the time
even when you don't mean to
even when it's not right
what I'm sayin is
I'm living here all alone
sittin' in the dark
I've thrown away my telephone
you know me better than that
I do it all the time
You think you're the only one
that hears her voice beneath the sound
all those words she's mouthin'
must mean something
anything you think
feel her fingers dance around
the base of your spine
you know it happens all the time
I wish it happened all the time.
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9. |
Cockroach
04:36
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I fought dragons down in the basement
higher ground, irradiated
news reports say run and hide
when everyone I know has died
I'm still hanging out in my basement.
sick amounts of radiation
have led me to the realization
who am I, to decide
whether or not I live or die
in the confines of my basement
"Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should
do his duty,
and to impress him,
takes on his multi-armed form and says,
'Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.'
I suppose we all thought that, one way or another."
And I'm sick of radiation
I'm sick of alienation
someone help me please.
I'm the cockroach.
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10. |
Shoobop
05:36
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oh, youth
I've spent
and exhausted you
in ignorance of truth,
In my hazy bedroom.
So far un-reached people,
hear my cries for a better understanding of life
cause I can never
seem to get it right.
This ride
was the way
that we tried to rewrite history
and I was caught in my japanese dream
Stumbling out of your front door,
this hangover habit
and I'm sleeping it off
it's true
you're flying on a rocket to the moon.
You shaved
your head again
to prove a point
to prove me wrong.
So you're into
girls again,
you've strung me along,
all along.
It's not the end of the world.
No, it's not the end of the world.
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11. |
Kyoko II
03:40
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I was wandering
through the garden
back behind
your rocket shed
the stars were blinkin out in protest of
the reflection in my lenses,
a message
left and anticipated
with bated breath, my fingers tore
open the letter that was waiting there,
waiting on a change
but nothing will
and no one's ever
lived to tell
the tale.
these, the night thoughts
are no haven
from uncertain
paths, a proclivity
to stare out past the rooftops
and think of all the people
i'd rather be
to watch the film unfold
from under your comforter
to see the stills of the thing
like they were so complex
so simple, and yet connects
falls away,
like they were never
there to stay
and we
don't have to say
those things we really feel
only get in the way
The goalie
never stood a chance
it slipped right through his hands
and you were slipping too.
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