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Higher
04:36
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A door opens wide
Into world I've never known
I step on through
Like entering a Twilight Zone
Nothing seems real
Nothing is familiar to me
All that I was
Is now a pile of debris
And I am higher
Higher than I've been
And I am higher
Jumping right out of my skin
Don't know who I am
Don't recognize my own face
The light here is strange
It occupies different space
Don't got no friends
Don't got no family
It's like all that I was
Has been washed out to sea
The world has changed
But into what I can't say
People greet with how-de-do
Not have a nice day
I'm a castaway
I'm a castaway
So hear I am
In the middle of God knows where
I feel excited
And I feel fear
Will it be better
Or will it be worse
Will I be reborn
In this brave new universe
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From where I stand
People look like tiny specks
Worker ants working on an ant hill
They buzz about
They do their jobs
And they do it at someone else's will
They toil away
They turn the wheels
And together they fill up the company till
I am so high
I can't come down
No one can touch me here
I am so high
I can't come down
One day I may disappear
From where I live
All is at peace
As I sit quietly upon my cloud
No one can hurt me
No one can steal my stuff
I am so far from the maddening crowd
I drink my chamomile
I take a toke on my sacred herb
Here there are no bad vibes allowed
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3. |
Room With a View
04:09
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I been down more than I can count
And when I'm down it's the lowest of lows
So I rise up and I climb out
Head to the heights were nobody goes
I clear out my head
And my wings they spread
The view from here is pretty grand
The view from here is out of sight
The view from here will take your breath away
Body and soul in full flight
I been hurt a million times over
Been a victim of people and circumstance
Done my best to turn it all around
But in the end it plays like a gothic romance
That's how the story goes
When I'm caught in the throes
The view from here it is terrifying
The view from here it can't be denied
I been wrecked on the shores of oblivion
I know how it feels to been down and out
I find my footing and I raise myself high
Blow myself up like a waterspout
It's then I make my stand
In this strange and wretched land
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4. |
High All the Time
04:13
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Whenever I chafe against this wicked world
Which is usually always all the time
I find solace in the one thing I know
Whose effects are immediate and sublime
Wanna be high
Wanna be high all the time
Wanna be high
Wanna be high all the time
Whenever my friends they start to get me down
Which happens each and every day
I turn to the thing that always gets me through
And all those bad things slip away
Everyone's got their crutch
Everyone's got their deal
Being high is the one thing
That helps me out with what I feel
You can judge me and say I'm on a losing streak
You can judge me
But it makes my world less bleak
Whenever I feel like I am going to hell
And no one around me seems to care
I just take a toke
And I feel light as the air
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5. |
Break Free
04:17
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You say I need to take control
Over my own pathetic life
But what does that mean
And how do I do it
You say I need to let it all go
All the shit that brings me down
And you say it like there's nothing to it
Come together
Come together over me
I will break free
You say I gotta take charge
Of how I deal with my own stuff
And cast off the junk
That makes me down and blue
But just what can do
That will make that happen
That'll get me closer to Y.O.U.
Gotta take the reins
Say it
You say I need to put a end
To my own self-pity
It's only gonna bring me
A whole lotta grief
And when I let go
Of all this useless woe
I can finally call myself chief
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6. |
High On You
03:41
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How can I
How can I deny
How can I deny the high of you
Can't let it go
Cannot let you go
What oh what can I do
I get high
High
I get high on you
What can I
What can I do
What can I do to change your mind
Take a look
Take a look at me
Leave your fears behind
In my head
In my heart
Together forever
Never apart
In my life
In my dreams
I'm a mess
Ripping at the seams
You fill me up
Make it all real
You turn me 'round and 'round
And spin my wheel
In my body
Down in my soul
Way beyond my control
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7. |
If You Won't Bend
04:57
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Wake up, won't you wake up
Well the world is at your door
Come on, won't you come on
What on earth are you waiting for
Give in, won't you give in
If you won't bend
If you won't bend
If you won't bend
You will break
Hold on, you got to hold on
What other choice can you make
Give up, if you give up
Well don't you give up for goodness sake
Hang on, come on and hang on
You gotta give
Yeah, you gotta give
You gotta give
Or you won't live
Go with the flow
Or you will never grow
Fess up, you got to fess up
You got to face up to who you are
Move on, you need to move on
Or you won't get anywhere near or far
Flexible, you must be flexible
If you won't bend
If you won't bend
If you won't bend
You will break
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8. |
Stone Out of My Mind
04:27
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I wasn't present for my first forty years
I just cruised right along
But then when my dad and mom passed away
I thought something might be wrong
Why have I waited so long
I had to get with the program
Do something that wasn't just shit
Make something out of my so-called life
Do something lickety split
But I could not commit
'Cause I was stone out of my mind
Did not know what I was doing
Stone out of my mind
These strange pursuits I am pursuing
I was stone out of my mind
Stone out of my mind
One day I went to see the doctor
Told me my blood pressure's through the roof
He handed me my electrocardiogram
Said, Do you need any further proof
My old brain it went poof
I finally went and had a heart attack
And I barely pulled myself through
All these crazy old-man issues
What's an old man supposed to do
Is this what my life has come to
'Cause I'll be stone out of my mind
I know now just what I am doing
Stone out of my mind
These strange pursuits I love pursuing
I was stone out of my mind
Stone out of my mind
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I rise in the morning and the day unravels
Like dust from a old musty rug
I write it all down in my old trusty journal
And it reads just like so much humbug
I don’t think I believe what I’m saying
I don’t know exactly how I feel
And that not knowing it makes me anxious
I can’t tell ya what is real
High above heaven and under your spell
Part of me knows that I’m not a good person
Especially when I give in to rage
The part of my brain that controls my good sense
Get sent back to the stone age
Do I have any say-so in how I behave
Or am I ruled by my emotion
The thought that I can not do the wrong thing
It’s such a strange notion
There’s a battle in me for what reigns supreme
Between he ego and id
Who will be the winner and who will lose
It might take me down, God forbid
I wish I were smarter and little bit strong
But I’ve been battered like an old boat
Ain’t no Caribbean wind gonna fill my masts
Barely any life left in this nasty old goat
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10. |
The Air Up Here
05:04
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The air up here is pretty thin
So thin I can hardly catch my breath
The air up has its own atmosphere
And it speaks in shibboleth
The air up here is on foxy fire
And it sucks out all the oxygen
The air up here has its own memories
And it consumes you like a madeleine
The air up here
The air up here has a couple of questions
And you can fill them out in a questionnaire
The air up here has issues
It is rarefied this very special air
The air up here is purple with red flashes
It can blow away like a summer storm
The air up here is a swirling symphony
Likes bees buzzing in a black swarm
The air up here is kinda sticky
Like peanut butter on the roof of your mouth
The air up here is fairly lethal
East, west, north, south
The air up here is bound to kill you
Even if it looks fairly benign
The air here little fluffy clouds
That will slaughter you like Frankenstein
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11. |
High Times
04:48
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I used to be good for something
I'm trying to recall just what I did
I used to build things with my own two hands
Lived pretty much off the grid
Ain't no place for me in this world
No one cares what I say
You wouldn't recognize me on the street
Or remember my birthday
High times, high times
They are gone forever
High times, high times
A wasted endeavor
You once looked to me for answers
But I guess I answered wrong
Now you shun me when you see me
You ain't singing my song
Wish I could undo all my sins
And be held in high regard
But now I'm puttering here in Nowheresville
Selling dreams by the yard
I wish you'd call me up sometime
And tell me how you feel
I so loved the sound of your voice
How it chimed like a glockenspiel
I know that you are busy, yeah
Doing important work
But this is me, yeah this is I
This sad ol' dumb-ass berk
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12. |
Lower
04:58
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Thought I knew what I should know
But what did I know
I don’t know
Stumble about inelegantly
A hapless fool
Just can’t be helped
I have lost, lost my mind
Left it over there so far behind
You’d think that I might recognize it
But something always seems to disguise it
Thought I knew myself
But who did I know
I don’t know
Who’s that man glaring back at me
Don’t like his look
And his twisted grin
What went so wrong
I can’t say
All I got are these pieces
What went so wrong
I can’t say
But the pain never ceases
Thought I knew me as I am
But what did I know
I don’t know
I make for one poor old fool
Confused as hell
Confused as hell
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"It was hell," recalls former child.
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