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Parts Unknown
04:34
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Don't know where I been
Don't know where I am headed
Hoping that I find my way
Looking for directions, asking every stranger
But they got nothing to say
So I'll just trip along
Hoping I don't fall, hoping I don't go astray
Into parts unknown
Going, going gone into parts unknown
Don't know who I was
Don't know who I'll wind up
Hoping I can figure it out
Maybe I'll get lucky, maybe I will triumph
I'll see a turnabout
So I'll just skip along
Despite my fear, despite all of my doubt
I hope one day I will find my way
If I roll like a stone into parts, into parts unknown
Don't know where I came from
Don't know where I'm going
But I hope I get there soon
Ripping up some rubber
Burning up some asphalt
Hoping I find Brigadoon
I am on my way
In the bright of the sun
By the light of the moon
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You say you like me but I don't believe you
Don't know why you seem to want to pretend
You don't know me but you say you do
And I would say you barely are my friend
It's all a game, this charade
When I think we both know the score
You're not there, never will be
You haven't been since the days of yore
Oh by the way, go fuck yourself
You say you need me but I don't see it
It's not like I am near the top of your list
I could be sick, I could be bleeding
If I were gone would I really be missed
You say you hear me but you're not listening
But good for you that you think you are
You say you'd help me if you only could
Each time you lie it really leaves a scar
Go fuck yourself you big dumb jerk
And I really, really mean it from the very bottom of my heart
Go fuck yourself you big dumb jerk
And I can really, really hope your entire world falls apart
I've heard it all, I’ve heard too much
And I've had it up to here with you
You talk too loud, just shut your mouth
Let me make this very clear for you
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3. |
Wave
05:04
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We started this up so many years ago
Now we can't make it stop
We let the devil out of his box
And we can't put back the top
He runs freely in our midsts
And we just have to let him
He broke us down to smithereens
And there's no one left to get him
He has wrecked our perfect view
He has spoiled our oceans
He has played us all for fools
And played off our emotions
We look up to him like he's a god
What other choice do we got
'Cos if we say what we really think
He will leave us all to rot
He has eyes that are ruby red
And hair of golden weave
He is good at sounding good
And we want to believe
We can blame him for all our woes
We can blame him for our demise
But we placed him on that pedestal
And we didn't see through his lies
He asked us all to follow him
And follow him we did
We let the devil out of his box
And we can't put back the lid
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You would think he's got a sweet, sweet sound
All the better to lure you in
But he's merely stone cold tone deaf
If he could sing that'd be some kind of sin
The devil ain't got no music
He'd like to tell you that he's Nat King Cole
The devil ain't got no music
That's because he ain't got no soul
You would think he'd be a fancy dancer
That'd he know all the right moves
But he's really just a clumsy oaf
Hard to get around on those big fat hooves
If you're looking for spiritual high
I can tell you that he's the wrong guy
No he's not one to walk to the beat
That's just not his side of the street
The devil he's kind of a fraud
He'd like to think that he's God
But he's really a silly ol' geek
Just your average high school freak
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5. |
That's the Whole Thing
04:21
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It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it
And it looks like that someone is me
Yeah, someone's gotta clean up
This crummy ol' town
Clean it up for posterity
It's a thankless task, not like you asked
Don't really wanna but I gotta do it, yeah
And that's the whole thing
The odd's are against me but it don't really matter
And that's the whole thing
Bad guys are a-comin'
They'll be here soon
Got no time to hem and to haw
Yeah, it's too late
Too late to hesitate
You see, hesitation's a fatal flaw
Gotta face it, gotta embrace it
I stand alone in the heat of high noon
And no one has got my back
Yeah, and all my friends
They are nowhere to be found
They say, "See ya later Jack"
Gotta strut my stuff
Gotta show I'm tough
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6. |
Better Part
04:36
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There is a part of me
When I’m in the throes of it
A part of me that doesn’t think I suck
There is a part of me
Distinct and true
And doesn’t have such rotten luck
No bad luck
That part is the better part
It's the better part of me
That part is the better part
It's the part of me that’s free
There is a part of me
That's not so down
Not hung up on every sniggling deal
It’s there when I write about it
Like an old worn shirt
Like at the top of the Wonder Wheel
Down we go
Who says it's good
Who says it's bad
Who's to know
Drives me mad
There is a part of me
It sees beyond
It sees outside all that I am
What do I see
What have I become
Let me draw you a diagram
Look over here
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7. |
Sugar
04:58
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When life tastes bitter pour a little sugar on it
It makes it better just the way that you might want it
It brightens up your day in a hap-hap-happy way
Makes the world seem sweet
Gets you on your feet
When you're down and blue, here's what you can do
Pour a little sugar on it
Makes you lose control, fills up your hungry soul
Just the way that you might want it
Sugar, sugar, ah honey, honey
You are my candy girl, you are my candy girl
Sugar, sugar, ah honey, honey
You got me wanting you, got me wanting you
When life is rotten pour a little sugar on it
It makes it sweeter
Just the way that you would want it
You get a serious buzz
You need it because, because
You can't deny one spoon will make you high
It's delicious
Yeah, you can't deny
It's delicious
One spoon will make you high
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I put my trust in you
You put your trust in me
That's how it always was historically
But then you went and lied
Wrecked our sacred bond
Now we can't go back
We can't go beyond
I don't believe you no more, no more
You told a big fat fib
You looked me in the eye
You got me to believe
I believed in your lie
You made it up craftily
You told it like a pro
You thought I'd never catch you
I'd be too dumb to know
I put my trust in you
You put your trust in me
Now that's gone forever historically
How can I know now just what is true
You took my fragile faith
And you broke it in two
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9. |
Midnight Town
05:04
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After hours is no fun at all
I walk around in a daze
Cigarettes butts light the way
But there's no but
To turn a phrase
I want to get out of here but where will I go
Lost in this midnight town
Where the lights are out all around
Waiting for the break of day
And something better to come my way
Got to believe, got to believe
No more nightmares
Only dreams come true
No more nightmares
Just this dream of me and you
Three a.m. and there's no one awake
Just me and myself
It's hard to take
I try to focus on a sunnier thought
But a cloud rolls in and I start feeling fraught
I want to get out of here but where will I go
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10. |
Bad Side
05:01
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Don't get on
Get on my bad side
Don't get on
Get on my bad side
You don't wanna ever piss me off
And make me wanna come down on you, yeah
You don't wanna ever see me mad
I will make you raise your fist and rue
You don't wanna ever cross me wrong
You will come to regret that move
You don't wanna make me look like a fool
I still have something to prove
You don't wanna call at three a.m.
With something that could wait till noon
You don't wanna cast a cloud on my day
'Cause I will rain on you like a monsoon
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Fractured
05:49
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He was saving his best lines for last
Just like money in the bank
He stood before us in his Sunday best
And said, I have you to thank
We took pictures of the people taking pictures
And posted them on the internet
And we believed like we always believed
But mostly we were all wet
Fractured, fractured
Well we trotted out of our slogans
We scribbled them all over the sky
And you, you embodied the best of us
So bold, so brash, so sly
You would make us great once more
That's what told us time and again
We haven't be great in a long, long time
Not great since way back when
You had all the money in the whole wide world
And you liked to spend it wildly
You talked about all your accomplishments
You loved yourself to put it mildly
Yeah, you had power and you had wealth
You owned half of New York City
You showered yourself in sycophants
And your girlfriend sure was pretty
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12. |
Memphis Black
06:04
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Memphis Black was a hot shot
The kind the ladies liked
Whenever he blew into town
Man, the ladies were psyched
Memphis liked to dress the part
He knew his way around a suit
His shirts were starched and pressed
And he wore an Italian boot
Old Black, sad sack
And all his mysteries
This is the story of
Old Blacky, lip smacky
Noblesse oblige
This is the story of
Memphis Black
Memphis Black went to Cornell U
Way, way back in '59
He partook of the ol' paregoric
Made him feel more than fine
Memphis lived life on the outside
He called himself exempt
He looked like no one you knew
His hair a perfect unkempt
Memphis was an anarchist
And he played that part with glee
He liked to swill his Red Cap ale
And stroke his hip goatee
Memphis dabbled in hallucinogens
He only ate eggs from a quail
He played piano like Lennie Tristano
Man, could that cat wail
Memphis Black was the coolest of cool
And other epitomes
We all looked up to him as God
As if God was the bee's knees
But one day took his motorcycle
Out to Carmel by the Sea
He flew off and struck a fence
And the rest is history
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