1. |
The Load
06:20
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I feel the weight of the years
Bearing down on me
Every ache and pain
Excruciatingly
Another day goes by
Down this lonesome road
The sky turns dark
Oh my aching load
Feel the march of days
Take their toll on me
Put me out to pasture
Expediently
Another year goes by
Watch my dreams implode
It don't bode well
Oh my aching load
Deliver me, deliver me, deliver me
From this world
Deliver me, deliver me, deliver me
From this world
Take a load off Fanny
Take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny
Take a load off me
Watch the sun set
On yet another day
Another year goes
I'm on my way
A church bell rings
No blessings bestowed
The alarm clock rings
Oh my aching load
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2. |
With Love and Squalor
05:23
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I'm glad we had the talk we had
I'm glad we spent the time we did
I wish I could get it back
I know you've gone on to someone else
You don't miss me
Paint it black
I still recall the way you kissed me
The way you shut your eyes
And the way you moved your tongue
It's like a dream I can't forget
It haunts me still
Ever since I was young
Hey Esme, with love and squalor
I'm glad I got to see you smile
I'm glad I saw you cry
It's good to see both sides
You saw me at my best
You saw me at my worst
All across my great divides
We had our time
And now it's gone
And there ain't no going back
Still when I see you in a stranger's eyes
It comes as a surprise
Paint it black
You take a really sleepy man
And he stands at least a chance
Of getting himself together
You might think he'd disappear
Become one with the atmosphere
Blown along by the weather
But I'm still standing here today
A little bit hobbled
But strong enough to shout
Don't forget me, Don't forget me
Peace out
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3. |
Will Work for Sex
03:25
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Times are lean, times are tough
I can't find a job
Had a life, now it's gone
I feel like a slob
When I go to the store I can't buy a thing
I want this, I want that
I want me some bling
So I drew up a sign
Will work for sex
What goes up must come down
Just the way it goes
Had a house, now it's gone
I'm living in my clothes
Repo man is on my case
Wants to take my van
If he does I'll be screwed
Need a back-up plan
It says right here on my sign
Will work for sex
Lost my wife, lost my kid
They both ran away
Had enough of my losing streak
Moved out to LA
Wife works reading Taro cards
Kid's got a TV show
They live in Toluca Lake
In a fancy bungalow
But I still have my sign
Will work for sex
Everything's all right forever
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4. |
Pusher
04:30
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See him walking down the streets
He says hi to everyone he meets
He's the pusher
He's the pusher
He's got a big-time operation
The biggest one in the biggest nation
He's the pusher
He's the pusher
Watch him push
Come on and try some
Then you will buy some
Once you know about it
Then you won't wanna live without it
He is not just messing around
He will turn your life upside-down
He's the pusher
He's the pusher
He's so clever and so witty
The end result is never pretty
He's the pusher
He's the pusher
Watch him push
He's got a dope CV
At least parts he let's you see
He's the pusher
He's the pusher
He's got oodles of charm
Let that be your first alarm
He's the pusher
He's the pusher
Watch him push
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5. |
Small Wonders
03:28
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I look around me and what do I see
Everything is fading away
Try to hold on but I'm losing my grip
Having a shitty day
Everyone tells me to keep my calm
And count my tender mercies
Look beyond the daily strife
And the niggling controversies
Small wonders, small wonders
They are all I got
Small wonders, small wonders
They are small but they're a lot
We've got ourselves a new president
And he brings out all the haters
Can't stand the way he looks
Like one of those cartoon dictators
I worry about the damage he'll wreak
Turn back the clock on our human rights
I worry about a whole mess of things
They keep me up at nights
Count 'em all one, two, three
My filament and filigree
I look around and what do I see
We're on a road to ruin
But when I think 'bout what I got
There are other things worth pursuin'
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6. |
The Hard Way
03:38
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Why am I such a pain in the ass
Why am I always critical mass
Why am I forever stirring the pot
It's not that I like it that way not, no
The road I plow is rocky and rough
Why can't I bounce on the downy fluff
Some get the marrow
Some the gristle
Some get fucked at the starting whistle
Dumb luck
Why I gotta do it
Why I gotta do it
Why I gotta do it
Why I gotta do it the hard way
Why do I keep on rocking the boat
When I can't keep myself afloat
I'm a round peg in a square hole
Your basic archetypal lost old soul
The road I plow is pitted and cracked
The thoughts I think are vaguely abstract
Some get the wheat
Some get the chaff
Some always get themselves the last laugh
Bully, bully
Why do I always play the fool
It's not like I never went to school
Can't help but put my foot in my face
So don't even bother to get on my case
The road I plow is riddled and pocked
My every out well it has been blocked
Some get the gravy
Some get the gruel
Some get crushed, yeah life is cruel
Not fair
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Some folks are proud
Of all the plans they got
And all the things
They intend to get around to
But until they get around to doing it
It's all just so much ado about so much ado
I knew a girl who declared that by summer
She will have published a book of poetry
Let me tell you it never got done
It was just her way of saying
"Hey everyone, look at me"
Nothing good ever comes to you easy
If it did then we all would be Vincent Van Gogh
Got to put your big old nose to the grindstone
Even then the good comes slow
Don't just stand there
With your finger in your nose
Don't just stand there
Counting cons and counting pros
You gotta make it
You gotta take it
You gotta shake it
It won't get done if you don't do the work
Everyone tells you you are pretty and smart
You agree with them and you play the part
To them you are close to a god
You just snap your finger and your friends do applaud
You keep threatening you're on the brink
You keep threatening to make a big stink
Gotta be it
Gotta free it
I don't see it
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You can believe what you want to believe
And who disputes ya
You got reasons to do all the things you do
And you do it 'cause it suits ya
Don't let me be the one to say got it wrong
To say you are nuts
To say get back where you belong
Once and for all and forever
Let's make it clear just where we stand
Once and for all and forever
Let's just say "I understand"
I'm sure you think you are highly justified
To commit such atrocities
It's all payback for the brother that they killed
You wanna bring 'em down to their knees
Don't let me be the one to say that you're a fool
To say you are that your a jerk
To say you need not be a tool
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9. |
The Awful Truth
03:01
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He says he can tell us all the answers
He says he will fix whatever is wrong
He says he knows a lot more
Than anyone in this world
And if you don't get it you don't belong
He holds the awful truth
About you, about me
He holds the awful truth
These ugly stains, this human debris
He says whatever comes to his mind
Even though he has nothing to say
Mostly he just spreads his vicious lies
Doesn't want the facts to get in the way
He has many names and so many faces
Some call him the devil, some a saint
He has been around for a million years
Doing his deeds without constraint
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10. |
Tear It Down
06:32
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This old world is a big old world
With big old people running ‘round
They got their big ideas
Hey, what’s the big idea
They make a big old, a big old sound
Tear it down, tear it down, tear it down
Tear down that big old wall
Tear it down, tear it down, tear it down
Be small
There are big ol’ monsters
That just want to swallow you up
And spit you out into a void
Beware, beware
They are everywhere
Don’t you be destroyed
Be humble, be gracious
Only say what you know is true
Be deferential and be selfless
And the world will come right to you
Sometimes it better to shut and listen
And really hear what people have to say
Just let go
Of what you think you know
You don’t always have to get your way
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Well I worked out a scheme
That made sense to me
And everyone agreed
It's a pretty good plan
In the next few months
I would change my diet
I would exercise and read the Koran
Well I would think good thoughts
And I would change my life
I'd stop complaining
And be a good friend
And at the end
Of the next few months
Well all my troubles I would transcend
Futility and its remedies
The cure is worse than the condition
Well I got into shape
And I lost a lot of weight
People said I looked
Ten years younger
What good did it do me
It didn't make me happy
The only thing I felt was hunger
I prayed to God
To help me out
But he must've been busy
With other stuff
I got down on my knees
I humbled myself
Just like when Job had screamed "Enough!"
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I was lying in a burned-out basement
Didn't even have a moon in my eyes
All I had as friends were ants and spiders
And instead of birds I had flies
I was the prince of my princedom
I ruled it with an iron hand
And if my subjects didn't like it
I would make them leave my land
Been down so long it looks like up to me
While evil and shame endure
Not to see
Not to feel
Is my good fortune
I dreamed I saw the silver space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun
They had come to take us out of this crazy world
But somehow they got none
I blew the fife in my fiefdom
I set the code for how we would dress
I made it up out of whole cloth
I wanted more not less
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