1. |
The Swimmer
04:24
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I was once a swimmer
With a lake all to myself
And I spent my days in endless contemplation
Was it all a quest
Was it all for love
Was it just self-flagellation
I live in a house
At the end of a dirt road
If you think of me my door is always ajar
I won't give up hope
It’s all that I got left
Decoding your eyes like Balthazar
To feel your warmth again
The smell of your honeyed breath
The smoothness of your inner thigh
To be in that dream once more
That yawning sacred place
Like floating in the sweet by and by
But I am in that house
At the end of a dirt road
And the days wash and wane without gravity
I scribble down some words
The measure of my pain
Like a decayed nerve in the depths of a cavity
It's a desert out here
This land of endless wandering
This scorched earth where dreams come to die
The dry season is endless
Nothing ever grows
Spread out under an acrid brown sky
I never left that house
At the end of a dirt road
The windows are shuttered and I don't got no view
I am writing stories
Tales of terrible times
Etched on our skin like a visceral tattoo
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2. |
1961
04:43
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Gun, gun, g-g-g-g-gun
Sex and drugs and alcohol
Cannot wait to do them all
In 1961 they built another wall
In 1961 they start another war
Saved up all their cash just to send
A monkey into space
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3. |
Sweetness and Light
03:53
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When I look back on those early days
Just can't believe my good luck
You made me laugh till my face fell off
Yeah you could say I was awestruck
I went up to the highest height
With your sweetness and light
Every night was a very good night
With your sweetness and light
Your sweetness and light
When I think about how you came to me
Like a butterfly on my windowsill
I watched you flit all ziggy-zaggy
Like those carnival dancers in Brazil
Your sweetness and light
it sent me on my way
Your sweetness and light
It was my heyday
When I think about your green eyes
And how they penetrated my heart
I gotta wonder why you flew away
And why all good things eventually depart
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4. |
You Sit Down to Dinner
03:55
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In the middle of life
We are in death
Who can we look to for help
But from you oh god
From you oh god
Life changes fast
Life changes in an instant
Life changes fast
Life changes in an instant
You sit down to dinner
And life as you know it ends
Why don't your merciful ears
Hear our crying
Won't you please deliver us from the bitter pains
Deliver us from eternal death
See me, heal me, touch me, feel me
Spare us in our last hour
You most high and merciful
Don't let us
Fall away from you
Protect and shield us
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5. |
Above This World
06:01
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Off I go into the wild blue yonder
Or so I dream, so I dream
Up so high above the sky
You can’t see me, you can’t see me
Just how high do I have to be
So I could fly above this old world
Will I achieve escape velocity
So I could fly above this old world
This crazy old world
This mean old world
Got a running start and I’m ready to take off
Wish I had faith, a little bit if faith
I’m lowering my trunk and flexing my legs
Wanna let go, gotta let go
And if I could I’d get so high
So high above the sky
Last night I dreamed of contrails
And they were streaming out of eyes
And your face was beautiful and blue
Calling to me to come on home
Off I go into the wild blue yonder
Up so high above the sky
Down I go sprouting my flame from under
Or so I dream, so I dream
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6. |
Trouble Boy
03:54
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No good for nothing
That’s what they'd say
No never much liked him anyway
‘Caused a lot of grief
‘Caused a lot of woe
What became of him who’s to know
Nothing but trouble
This trouble boy
This trouble boy
Nothing but trouble
This trouble boy
Not much joy
This trouble boy
He wasn’t too bright
No he hadn’t a clue
Couldn’t put two and two together
What was his struggle
What was his function
Why was he unhinged from his tether
He was a fuck up
Yeah that's for sure
Couldn't set him straight
Couldn't find a cure
They say he was crazy
A little unhinged
A picture in a crooked picture frame
Who can recall
The color of his eyes
And what exactly was his name
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7. |
My Disorder
04:58
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They used to call me sensitive
Yeah I’m too sensitive
'Cause I always took things too much to heart
Used to say to be a man
Grow up and be a man
And not let little things tear me apart
Used to say I felt way too much
With everything I did touch
That’s what it means to be
That’s what it means to be
To be out here on the borderline
That’s how it feels to me
That’s how it feels to me
Out here on the borderline
They used to say that I was weak
Yeah I was meek
And I’d get crushed too easily
Used to poke me in my wounds
I had gaping wounds
I really let them get to me
Used to hit me right straight in my heart
It was my most vulnerable part
They used to say that I was frail
Yeah fragile and frail
And I would break into a million bits
Used to get fed up with me
All fed up with me
And I just wanted to call it quits
They used to leave me high and dry
And I never quite knew just why
Don't leave me all alone
It hurts down to the bone
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8. |
In Trouble
04:15
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Gotta admit I’m kind of a mess
Not just kind of
I am white hot
Nothing I can do to mitigate
I'm propelled
Like a juggernaut
All through the night
I am pushing at the skin
Trying to burst this bubble
But every time the sun comes up
I am in trouble
I’ve tried every drug under the sun
But the deal is
I don’t ever get high
Talked myself to death in therapy
But in the end
I just can’t seem to detoxify
I’m a sack of pills and regrets
I’m a bag of bones and cigarettes
Poured my guts into a jar
So that I might get a better POV
I'm full of Slim Jim’s
And black junk
Kind of looks pretty sick to me
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9. |
Dirty Work
04:36
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Gotta roll up my sleeves
And stick my hands down in the shit
Let nothing get in my way
Let nothing get me to quit
Gonna make some better choices
D rown out the naysaying voices
Gonna do me the dirty work
Gonna fix my wig
Gonna do me the dirty work
Jiggedy-jig
Gonna take no prisoners
In my quest for the truth
But I won’t act like some kinda prick
That would be totally uncouth
Looking to get me some answers
Weed out the lying cancers
It’s not gonna be easy
Yeah it’s gonna be downright hard
But if you try to stop me
I won’t wanna play in your backyard
Gotta sharpen my focus
Slide a whetstone 'cross my knife
Find the perfect angle
After all this is my goddamn life
Get myself aligned
An change my crazy state of mind
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Excuse me for living
But I don’t quite know what you're asking
Are you being obtuse
Or will the answer be your unmasking
I know I can be stupid
I know I can be dense
But to me what you're saying
Well it don't make much sense
This is who I am
Guess I got a faulty way of thinking
You talk with such confidence
And say what you say without blinking
I wish that I were smarter
Wish I weren't so dumb
Think of the kind of person
I might've become
When God passed out heads
I thought he said beds
And I ordered me a soft one
When God passed out brains
I thought he said trains
And it looks like I missed mine
Gee I'm such a mess
Sorry I raised my hand
But it's not that I am raising an objection
You got your own way of speaking
And it sounds to me like a bad connection
I know I'm none too swift
I know I get shit wrong
But if you show me the way
I'll be happy to go along
Excuse me for living
But I am truly quite befuddled
I've listened to your every word
And in the end it all seems muddled
Maybe if I hang in there
I'll finally see with clarity
But there doesn't seem to be much hope
For a dope like me
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11. |
Ambusher
05:09
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You sit there like a buddha
All chill and zen
You write down what I say
And chime in now and then
Can't tell if you are judging me
'Cause I never see you blinking
But I gotta wonder sometimes
What it is you're really thinking
Ambusher, ambusher
Behind your disguise
Ambusher, ambusher
Caught me by surprise
Thought that I could trust you
But that was a falsehood
You hurt me in the worst way possible
You hurt me 'cause you could
Put all my eggs in your basket
My first and last mistake
You cracked them all wide open
And flattened me like a pancake
Why am I so trusting
Why am I such a goddamn fool
Never trust nothing to no one
A plain and simple rule
I won't make that mistake again
No matter how attractive the proposition
Never trust nothing to no one
That is my firm position
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12. |
Isolation
06:21
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There is a man
In a shoebox under the bed
Living out his days in a diorama
He writes letters
To people he once knew
His sisters, his dad, his mama
Isolation, isolation, isolation
Nobody there
Isolation, isolation, isolation
Nobody care
There is a man
Counting days in teaspoons
And he's gotten married to some other girl
He is on his own strange frequency
Gyrating madly on a tilt-a-whirl
You don't know what it's to be alone
Listening to the sound of a blue wind moan
There is a man
With a box of dreams
And he’s spreading them out all over the sky
They tell his tale
And every other tale
Buzzing manically like horsefly
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