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This is a Song
03:28
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This is a song for all the day I spend on the floor staring up at the ceiling. I can't think of a better metaphor to describe my life. This is a song for all the birds that sing in the morning. This is a song for all the turtles that will never swim in the ocean. This is a song for you and for me.
I had a dream I was flying up above some desert somewhere. I didn't have wings but my arms were bigger than usual. I was flapping them quite violently actually to keep myself up in the air. All of a sudden my arms disappeared and I fell fast to the ground. I woke up just a second before I hit. That was the day that I quit smoking cigarettes. Couldn't tell you why it just felt right.
This is a song for everyone who hears it. This is a song for anytime you're singing and you forget the lyrics. This is a song that was born out of boredom. This is a song that will die as soon as I am done playing it tonight because this is a song I'll never sing again and if I do you be sure to call me a liar and when you do be sure you set my pants on fire. And I will burn here on the floor where I'm still staring at the ceiling like I do every day, every night.
You're telling me that something isn't right with this picture. Taylor Swift sang it best this is just another picture to burn. This is a song for all the Taylor Swift songs that I've ever sung at three in the morning looking out my bedroom window wishing that there was something more. This is a song. I'm singing it alone but if you were here with me would you sing along? Would you?
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2. |
Superhero Song
01:46
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We were superheroes when we were 17. We didn't think we had a kryptonite, oh how naive. Looking back I think that's beautiful, tragic, but beautiful.
We were superheroes when we were 17. We saved the world but we couldn't save ourselves. We were superheroes when we were 17. We saved the world almost daily but we couldn't save ourselves.
The world is a dirty place, but at least we had the cleanest hands on the planet if only for a day.
We were superheroes when we were 17. We even had our own theme song. Too bad it was only approximately 7 seconds long
We were superheroes when we were 17. We saved the world but we couldn't save ourselves. We were superheroes when we were 17. We thought we were the best duo the world had ever seen. Oh how naive
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3. |
J'ai une Âme Solitaire
02:51
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I won't see the sunlight until I'm ready
Like a root vegetable
My pace is slow and steady
Winning is the goal
But you are a rabbit
And love chewing on carrots
When I'm with you it's like biting into
a vegetable thats measured in scoville units
And I swear you are a vine sometimes
With all those shifty upward movements
Will you take me with you
or leave me in the dirt
If the light is too bright
how much will it hurt
I'm afraid to leave this couch
I am a potato
Meeting you was like a garden
Meeting a tornado
When I talk to you it's almost as if
I am Harold smith and we are talking about orchids
Do you think you are more like Donna or Laura?
I never was any good at reading someone's aura
But while we're being honest,
Cause I know you wouldn't lie
I'm sick of masquerading as an onion
If only because I hate it when you cry
You live your life like you're taller than jacks beanstalk
I live like a root vegetable that wishes it had feet
just want to know what its like to walk
Above the surface and out on the street
Won't you show me what it's like to be
Out on the surface on the other side of the street
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4. |
No One's Home
02:40
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No one calls
No one checks in
No one dances with me
In the stars
Last night I took a trip
To the center of the center or our solar system
Yeah that's right, last night
I was inside the center of sun
Who was there to greet me? No one
So I danced with no one all night
It felt like home
Embraced by the warmth
Part of the glow
That you saw when you looked up at the sky
Took a deep breath and wondered why
You have no one to dance with in the morning sun
If in moments like that you feel like no one
You can join me
And all the other no ones
We come here every night
To the center of the sun
We chose this place as a meeting spot because its
Far away from the one percent and their government
Who proudly admit that they've stolen from no one
There's a huge dance party in the center of the sun
And no one is invited!
But In all seriousness
I sincerely look forward to getting to know you
Let's show them what a bunch of dancing nobodies on fire can do
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5. |
Red's Song
02:37
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The greatest mystery in human history is what happened in the so-called "cradles of civilization" and a relatively short time roughly a millennium and a half before the Christian Era.
The valleys of the Nile, the Indus, the Tigris-Euphrates, and the Yangtze-Kiang were the major sites of the most amazing developments. Within a few generations their inhabitants created language, architecture, philosophy, the fine arts, and theology. They built cities and formed political structures. How did this come to pass?
Our hypothesis is that God introduced the spirits of Angels into the hearts and minds of the "Hairless Apes" who had evolved into advanced Simians.
This would account for both the "collective unconscious" of Jung, and Freud's discovery of the "death wish", the latter being simply homesickness.
According to our hypothesis God's handiwork made Homo sapiens. It also broadened the dimensions of Love for the angels. The joys of the flesh may not be the highest forms of love, but they're the most fun.
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I like you like a poet likes similes
I like you like you didnt like me at first
because you had to tell me twice that your real name is Emily
I like you like I myself now that you've helped me discover my identity
I like you like a poet likes metaphors
I like how you're a butterfly telling caterpillars what cocoons are for
I like how you're a blanket when you hold me from behind
I like how you asked me if I was sure I didn't mind
I like you like a poet likes personification
I liked how the bed screamed out with each pulsating gyration
And then hummed when we were done
as if it was in a state of meditation
Emily I love you like a poet loves figurative language
Bringing beautiful new meanings to old hackneyed anguish
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7. |
Tuned Into You
03:11
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I have an out of tune guitar and it sounds majestic. I count four stars in tonight's sky. I have an out of tune guitar and you've got something in your eye.
You called me tonight, said you wanted to meet. You called me tonight. I almost had cold feet.
I have an out of tune guitar and you have a story to tell. Making music at three in the morning on the pier where it all went to hell.
And the water surrounds us like a liquid prison. You say you've never felt more free and this is the reason we're living. You asked me what I'd do if you jumped over the railing. You asked me if I would jump in with you. You asked me what I'd do if you jumped over the railing, well I'd probably jump right in with ya.
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8. |
Song For Brian Farrell
03:13
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I got a letter in the mail from Brian the other day
Five years ago he had us write letters to our future selves
He kept true to his word and mailed them out
Just one reason why Brian's cool as hell
It reminded me when we spent an afternoon at the soda shop
Only cause Brian talked about it nonstop
I was gonna get a cherry lime rickey
But they gave us egg creams on the house
Told Brian all about it the next day
Just to see the smile on face
Timeout he screams
Hands on his shoulders like a football referee
During the excitement his bag gets flipped
He notices and asks if this was some kind of trick
We laugh and say no
Marcin's just opportunistic
Out of all the characters
From bill pilgrim to Randall Patrick
To othello now that's a classic
Brian was the best one of them all
Because he's electric and real and true
And made all those other characters seem like they were too
At the time his yearbook quote didn't seem like an omen
You are not a dime a dozen, you're mr Farrell
And I'm willie loman
Loman
Lo and behold
A song about years made of gold
Lo and behold
A song about staying up all night playing video games and never eating breakfast
Lo and behold a song about the tree hoses we'll never see again
Lo and behold
A song about messing with bulls and getting the horns
Lo and behold an essay about roses
What are thorns?
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9. |
Everywhere I can Run
04:13
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You
You
A monkey on my back
Telling me get on track
But I'm fine sitting here on the bleachers
You scream through rotting teeth that life isn't a spectator sport
I didn't realize anyone was keeping score
The pascals are growing here under the dome
Won't somebody take me home
To the place that lies just outside this cage
Everyone around here has convinced themselves they're not in prison and are trying to convince me too
Everyone around here has convinced themselves they're not in prison and are trying to convince me too
I expected it from them but not from you
You
You
A monkey on my back
Telling me get back on track
But I'm fine sitting here on the bleachers
From here I can see the bars that confine us in this cell
A man starts preaching to his fellow inmates
That if we don't do this or that we're going to hell
But he doesn't realize he's already there
And No one here realizes we're all wearing the exact same jumpsuit
Cause they let us choose our own colors
You
You
Your jumpsuit is red and black
You
You
Your the one who first pointed it out to me
The one who told me we can escape
The one who promised to take me home
So when you
You
Tell me to get on the track
Which you used to call a trap
The pascals grow to be more than I can handle
And I crack
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10. |
Urban Dragon Effect
02:26
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The whole city's in a panic
No one goes outside at night
The beast just showed up sometime last march
No one knows how or why
What's that in the sky?
Is it a plane, is it superman
No it's a fucking dragon
That will suck your soul out through its teeth
If it even glances at you walking down the street
So you better stay inside
But you should fine during the day
That's when it sleeps,
Night times when it comes out to play
Just know that it's the dragons game
And you can never win
Preacher on the tv
Says it's here cause we've sinned
Now he wants donations
For a pray away the dragon fund
That's rich!
The military used it's biggest baddest missiles and it wasn't even stunned
It's the dragons game
You can never win
It's the dragons city
It'll never be ours again
The beast has stolen away our freedom
This city's future's hopeless
Some say the dragon was always here
And we just never noticed
That it stayed in the shadows
While it played it's game
And we only realized when it was too late
What a fucking shame
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I called
No answer
I sent a text
but I don't know why
I knew
There would be no reply
Maybe I'm hoping that one day
I'll wake up in an alternate universe where everything will be ok
And you'll still be
Here with me
I called
No answer
I sent a text
but I don't know why
I knew
There would be no reply
I'm not sure why
This is a daily habit of mine
I know my efforts are futile
But what I wouldn't do to see your smile
I sent a text
but I don't know why
I knew
There would be no reply
I called
No answer
When the voicemail plays the recording of your voice
A little part
Of my heart can't help but rejoice
But then it sinks in
That's the only thing I'll ever hear you say again
I called
No answer
I sent a text
but I don't know why
I knew
There would be no reply
I keep running through all these things in my head
What I'd say to you if you weren't dead
And what would you say to me
Frankly it wouldn't even matter as long as you said something
Anything, anything at all
I'd give anything
Anything at all
To hear you yell at me one last time
You could tear into me and that would be fine
I'd give anything
Anything at all
To see you in front of me
And hear you say anything at all
I called
No answer
I sent a text
but I don't know why
I knew
There would be no reply
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12. |
Punch Me in the Nose
01:37
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Punch me in the nose
So I can feel human contact for change
Punch me in the nose
So I can feel bodily fluids stream down my face
Punch me in the nose
It's everything I ever wanted
Well at least it's close
Punch me in the nose
So I can feel at home
Punch me in the nose
Like the only love ive ever known
Punch me in the nose
It's everything I ever wanted
Well at least it's close
Punch me in the nose
Because I'll take what I can get
Punch me in the nose
If only because it hasn't happened yet
Punch me in the nose
It's everything I ever wanted
Well at least it's close
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13. |
Chemical X
02:52
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My brain produces a chemical
That yours and everyone else's don't
I don't know how or why
But it's been diagnosed
By the men in their masks
And pristine white lab coats
They won't tell me what it does
they won't let me leave the room
It's hard to see a future
Not bursting out at the seams with gloom
I am their experiment
They watch me through glass walls
Sometimes they ask me questions I don't like
sometimes I get really bad headaches
I take a cocktail of pills every night and every morning
Sometimes the dread creeps up on me without warning
I try to talk to the scientists to try and get some answers
But they never respond
They just move like silent dancers
I've been tested I've been scanned
I move around the room like a shipwrecked pirate on deserted land
And pay close attention to the stars
I'm planning my escape
And I've been planning carefully,Meticulously
Nows time to execute like it's overtime in game 7
I will expose them like they studied me
Bloodied and red handed
Catch me if you can
Tomorrow I'll be on the wind
Or in the sea
Or high up in the branches of a California Oak tree
The point is they won't see me here!!!
I heard what one scientist thought they whispered into another's ear
Tomorrow they wont see me here
I'll be Gone
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I just wanna dance in the woods while the world burns around me
Is that so much to ask
I just wanna sing in the woods while the world burns around me
Is that really so much to ask
On the day the world ends I'll be on top of Moses mountain with my guitar watching the woods burn
On the day the world ends Jesus Christ himself will be on Moses mountain looking for people to save as the world burns
I'll play a song I wrote for him and he'll tell me it's the worst thing he's ever heard
He'll joke that he should send me to hell just for that
Then we'll both laugh
You can put that on my epitaph
I just wanna dance in the woods while the world burns around me
Is that so much to ask
I just wanna sing in the woods while the world burns around me
Is that really so much to ask
I just want to sing and dance surrounded by flames
with no chance of an escape
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I had a dream that I saw Ingrid michaelson at Applebee's
Asked her if she still remembered me
Told her I was villager #3
In Dracula
Back then I was just a kid on stage
Memorizing lines page by page
Just starting up
Now I smile whenever I hear on the radio singing
Now here I am fresh out of csi dreaming
With nothing to do but sing the songs cultivating in my minds eye
Thinking back to Cromwell days when she was by my side
Teaching us warmup vocal exercises
It's probably obvious that I've forgotten them long ago
But I wonder if she still does them before every show
Wouldn't surprise me if she does
We would do them every Saturday
Some things never change
And some never stay the same
Yeah like Cromwell center
It's just so easy to float away
The way I figure it when you collapse into ny harbor
There's one of two things you can do
You can sink
Or you can float away
And rise, rise
Singing from the top of the crane
Sitting in a circle
Playing freeze improve
No idea what to say
I think I'll tag in anyway
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You can't imagine the stew I can make with the things I find in the dumpster. The bread at the bottom is the perfect side dish. No genie on this earth could ever grant this wish. One person's trash is another's dinner. I ain't playin any games but I feel like a winner.
You can't imagine the feasts I have every night with the things I find in the dumpster. The donuts at the bottom are a perfect dessert. Never going hungry and my stomach never hurts. One person's trash is another's dinner. I ain't playin any games but I feel like a winner
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17. |
Bounce!
03:27
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There are walls in my mind that were built by apathy
They block out all emotions except for fear
I'm gonna tear them down brick by brick
Cause goddamn it if you want change you're gonna have to work for it
There are walls in my mind that were built by apathy
They block out all emotions except for fear
Would you believe a song about wrestling
Made me realize I don't wanna die in here
The more I sang the more I believed
The walls are getting smaller every day, fuck you apathy
Tearing down the walls is quite exhausting
But it gets more and more worth it with every new feelings
The walls in my mind have one less layer of bricks
The first thing to crack through is cold sorrows tender grip
Right now there are orange walls of pain in my brain
But with more effort and hard workI know that will change
There are these half torn down walls in my mind
And let me personally tell you it's worth the time
To tear them down
Do you feel all that joy and happiness bouncing around?
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18. |
Angel Animal #2
02:46
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When I close my eyes
the angel writes
her love letters
Her love letters
Words in cursive
Like a teleprompter
scroll across
the inside of my eyelids
Words in cursive
describe in vivid detail
a new species
she calls hybrids
She calls me a prophet
But not like any other
If I follow these instructions
Soon we will be lovers
When I close my eyes
My angel writes
her love letters
Her love letters
Like a news ticker
at the bottom of the screen
Words in cursive
So pure and serene
Scroll by and they Tell me
what I need to do
To change the world
for the better, for the better
A revolutions coming
And to think, it all started with
Her love letters
Her love letters
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19. |
Staten Static
03:11
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Foghorn from the ferry
Construction work in the distance
Hissing of the train passing by Stapleton
4:17 am hear the birds chirping
It's the staten static we hear everyday
Dream of hitting rewind then hitting play
Enemies from a place so close yet so far away
Have taken to screaming in my face
Fast and heavy footsteps
lead to fast and heavy panting
But of course I'm just hair too late
And the door that leads home slams shut in my face
Its just one more cause for ranting
From the enemies that will never leave this place
It's the staten static we hear everyday
Dream of hitting rewind then hitting play
A pop in your knee
A skipped heartbeat
A reason spoken out loud
As to why we walk on the ground beneath our feet
Bone chilling conversations whispered over skin chilling wind
Suddenly invisible enemies start screaming again
Seems like they've been here all along, how did this begin
Or probably more importantly
How will this end?
With the staten static we hear everyday
Dream of hitting fast forward till we run out of tape
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