1. |
Take Me Home
04:21
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Well I wander through this old town
And I don't know where I'm going
What is around the bend
I have no way
No way of knowing
Could you take me home
Could you take me home
Well I ramble through this old world
And I have no real connection
I put myself out on the line
Just looking for a little affection
Well I know I'm a hopeless case
There ain't nothing to be done
You can scream your head off at me
But I'll always be the unfortunate son
Well I hope you're doing well
And your dreams they all come true
As for me, I'll be on my way
But I'll always
Always think of you
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2. |
The Moment of Truth
05:23
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Let me take you down
Let me take you down
Let me take you to the bottom
It's dank and bleak
And it smells like somebody died
Let me show you 'round
Let me show you 'round
Let me show you the hinterland
A rat's nest of dysfunction and bad habits
I will make it all clear
I will tell it all sincere
It is the moment of truth
It is the moment of truth
Yes it is
It is the moment of truth
And it is all a lie
Let me clue you in
Let me clue you in
Let me clue you to the answer
There ain't gonna be one
So don't go wasting your time
Let me take your hand
Let me take your hand
Let me take you from vicissitudes
To a place outside of time and space
I will make it all clear
I will tell it all sincere
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3. |
Part-Time Girl
03:45
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I like your eyes, I like your mouth
I like the way that you talk your talk
I like your hands, I like your feet
I like the way that you walk your walk
I like all the things you do
And the things you don't
I like when I step out of line
You say that you won't
My part-time girl
I like your laugh, I like your cry
I never know what you're gonna do
I like your grace, I like your klutz
I like how you have combined the two
I like how you have changed my world
And brought me back from the brink
You did it like was nothing at all
And put me back in the pink
My part-time girl
I like your joys, I like your sorrows
I like the way you draw these out in me
I like your mind, how we connect
It's almost as if we were meant to be
I like all of the things we are
I like our stuff
I only get to see you some of the time
And that is enough
My part-time girl
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4. |
You Made Me
04:40
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I was nothing
That’s how it felt
I could not see my own reflection
If there was light
It passed through me
I formed no intersection
Whatever it is I am
Whatever it is I'll be
You made me
You made me
Whatever it is I want
Whatever it is I need
You made me
You made me
I was dust
Scattered on the wind
Nothing glued my bits together
I held no shape
No perspective
Blown about like a feather
You raised me up
When I was down
You breathed new life into my soul
You threw the switch
You lit the spark
You pulled me from my hole
I was a shadow
A cosmic joke
No one that no one would know
I was vague
Ill defined
My aura did not glow
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5. |
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It's getting pretty late, near the end of the day
Running out of options and out of food
Better think up something quick
Better find an answer, yeah
Don't make no excuses, no
Or you'll be screwed
Quit dickin' around, you dig
Quit dickin' around
'Cause it's three minutes to midnight
It's getting pretty late
And the clock is a-tickin'
Your basement is flooded
And your house is sinking down
You're still up in your den
Fooling 'round with on your xbox
It's turned up so loud
It's all over town
Quit screwing around, you dig
Quit screwing around
'Cause it's three minutes to midnight
It's getting pretty late, almost at the end of time
Stop all of your texting and sit up straight
No this can't go on
This can't go on like this
Your god ain't gonna help you
Don't vacillate
Quit fucking around, you dig
Quit fucking around
'Cause it's three minutes to midnight
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6. |
Life's Last Day
04:55
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The sun is shining
Shining down with all its might
Got to get on out, get out before the night
No time to procrastinate, no time to delay
Looks like this is life's last day
Oh yeah, let's sing hooray
Hip-hip-hooray, it’s life's day
No more worries, no more strife
Hip-hip-hooray, it’s life's day
No more troubles, no more life
Your heart is a-beatin'
Louder than a big bass drum
You are so filled with joy
That it has struck you dumb
The clock is a-tickin'
You better be on your way
Looks like this is life's last day
Oh yeah, let's sing hooray
Gather your stuff and move right along
Count up your sins and sing this sweet old song
The sun is a-settin'
Setting down around you
Better get a-movin'
Before this day is through
Better settle with your debtors
And wipe all your debts away
Looks like this is life's last day
Oh yeah, let's sing hooray
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7. |
Last Boy on Earth
04:39
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I look around
And there’s ain't no one
No one reflecting back at me
I look around
And the world I knew is gone
Filled with strangers
Who don’t speak my tongue
I’m the last boy
The last boy on Earth
And there ain’t no one
No one left but me
And who I am and what I do
Will write the last chapter of history
I look around
And I’m sickened by what I see
A rat has eaten my supplies
And I feel like I could disappear
And no one would know
And there'd be no trace
Holy, holy
This sacred ground
I run with the beasts
I weep with the wind
Holy, holy
This tortured dream
It has no shape
No conclusion
I look around
And I’m spooked up to the hilt
‘Cause the truth ain’t no longer true
It’s been sold
It’s been transformed
And it blurs
I look around
And I’m hobbled by the scourge
A blight has blazed across the briar
And I duck under my bed
While the plague devours
This brutal landscape
My America
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8. |
Birthday Boy Blues
04:25
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It ain't no fun in growing older
It's just a big ol' drag
All my friends they are dying off
And I feel like a rung-out rag
All them presents don't mean nothing
I trade 'em all to be young and gay
Yeah, put a candle on my birthday cake
And blow me, blow me away
It ain't no fun in celebratin'
Yeah celebratin' it just don't work
They say 60 is the new 40
So why don't I feel like I am some young turk
They laugh about my old-age spread
They laugh about my hair of gray
Yeah, put a candle on my birthday cake
And blow me, blow me away
It ain't no fun being all broke down
And hear them kids call me “sir”
Maybe if I squint harder in the mirror
I could see myself as I once were
If only I could just put it off
Put it off for one more day
Yeah, put a candle on my birthday cake
And blow me, blow me away
It ain't no fun to raise my glass and toast to being 62
What is worth commemorating
When I'm facing my own Waterloo
Wish I that could swish around the dance floor
Just like Danny Kaye
Yeah, put a candle on my birthday cake
And blow me, blow me away
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9. |
Happily Ever After
05:20
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They were good together, like pen and paper
They wrote their own history
They talked about their problems
They had some laughs, their love was a mystery
While so many others had failed
They had somehow prevailed
Happily ever after
They lived happily ever after
In their own little world
They were pragmatic, had separate interests
Never shot each other down
He liked stamp collecting, she liked books
Saturday nights they went uptown
They would go out to dance
Never forgot romance
She worked for a magazine
He stayed home with the kid
At night they came together
And talked about all the things they did
It was not perfect, just pretty close
Their daughter has a legacy
When she thinks about them
She feels joy, she know she has a family tree
She has a wonderful life
So fulfilled and so rife
We're all in this together
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10. |
Eliot's Big Adventure
05:07
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This is me, I’m on my way
To a place that I don't know
How I'll get there, who can say
But it's time that I must go
I am packed, got my lunch
Got me extra underwear
Got my map, got my directions
I guess I'm going somewhere
See you later, see you sometime
See you around
Don't you follow, don't come looking
I won't be found
This is me, here I go
I got my dramamine
Could be heaven, could be hell
Or someplace in between
I'm excited and a little anxious
Don't know what to expect
I may screw up, I may blow it
I may be incorrect
This is me, all I am
I got my sites all set
See you later, alligator
I have paid my debt
You won't find me
I'll be off the grid
No you won't find me
Or anything that I did
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11. |
Elsewhere
03:17
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If you'll excuse me I gotta call
It's important, my brother Paul
He's got tickets for a show
It's Taylor Swift or J Lo
I gotta take it, no time to chat
Your mom died, sorry 'bout that
I'm not here, I’m not there
I am elsewhere
I'm not distracted, I multitask
What am I tasking, please don't ask
So many friends, so little time
So much to do, hills to climb
Love to talk but I'm so busy
That's no lie
I'm in a tizzy
I'm not here, I’m not there
I am elsewhere
I'm important, I got a meeting
With other people, time is fleeting
We get together, exchange our views
Exchange out numbers, no time to snooze
We are here, we are there
We are
I am frantic, I’m not alone
Everyone else is on the phone
We're all talking, what do we say
Not that much, some old cliché
Up and down is relative
It's who we are, it’s how we live
We are here, we are there
We are elsewhere
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12. |
Blue Hill
06:05
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Thought I knew where I was bound
Guess I had to think again
Thought I read the signs ahead
But I didn't see 'round the bend
Every street it looks it the same
And every sign it points one way
The compass spins round, round, round, round
And I find myself lead astray
Thought my maps would guide me safe
Across the doomscape of this city
Had my songs blasting out so loud
And the day it couldn't be more pretty
My panic it was quite palpable
And I tried to shout at the top of my voice
"Take me home, take me out of here"
But it felt like I had no voice
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