1. |
It Never Happened
02:31
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Been trying so many on, can’t barely recognize myself
I’ve been freaking out the guests, they want the supervisor now
Been foaming at the mouth and I’ve been writhing on the ground
Shakin’ the floor
Go out and touch grass, I really really hope your reach
Don’t extend beyond your grasp, it’s hard to synchronize your speech
With the ticking of the dials on the radium clock
Off-gassing chemicals
Shakin’ the floor
I’m bound to break by design
Pushed real hard to beat my best time
But I came in dead last, I kept the flame hot
I read the damn book, did everything right
I hope you like that, hope it feels good
Knowing that you’re ultimately misunderstood
It was such a big deal at the time
But done so fast it might as fucking well have
Never happened
And just like a lava lover I dream tectonic plates
I don't want to beat the crowd, I will converge at my own pace
And if even I’m sleeping on I’ll eventually erupt
Shakin’ the floor
What’s your plan, what’s your motivation
And when the date’s through, do you expect to get some
Please understand it’s what you’re really asking
Shakin’ the floor
Open secret, where to begin
I’m in the kitchen, pulling out my hair
But in a minute and forty seconds
I’ll be at your place, I wanna see you there
I’m a nuisance, i’m goin through it
I’m outta pocket, I’m playing out of time
Pick a new dance or sit in silence
The party’s over, it might as well have
Never happened
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2. |
Elevator Music
02:49
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Try to take your own advice
Trust me, do it, don’t ask why
Begin beacon, become an antennae
Listen I’ve been through it all
Looking like a Cynthia doll
I’ve got the numbers to prove
Numbers are nothing at all
Falling slowly
I recall
Elevator music
Playing in my soul
Layered paint on subway rails
Chipped away by fingernails
Idle antsy hands are sure to wear ya down
A geological dig
Revealing everything
The inner theater kid
Wish he was stealing the scene
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3. |
Rag Time Gal
03:10
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It’s a lie by omission, it’s a false report
It’s a twisted condition, but I’ll contort
Cause I’m a rag time gal
I’m a rag time gal
I’ll be your rag time gal
Just a rag time gal
Waiting for my phone to drop the call, cause when I
Talk to you it drives me up the wall, I got to
Take a second to guard my peace of mind
I’ll maybe pick up next time
Entertain the possibility, I never
Do it just to feed you sympathies, I got to
Make up my mind and just let go, I know, it’s scary though
Have you ever considered that the contract’s void
I tossed it over my shoulder, and i’ll tell you why
I made a decision to protect myself
Cause first you ain’t mine, second you waste time
Third ,you’re gonna ask for my help, hell no I won’t
Draw a map of you from memory, my fingers
Trace the pattern of the filigree, remember
Will it dead end or just loop back, I can't
Get lost in the maze, fuck that
Count my blessings even if they’re few, consider
Don't be precious with my point of view, I try to
Forget about the crushing loneliness, a little bit
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4. |
Next One Out
03:10
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First things first, now don’t lie
Do you feel the staleness same as I
Second hand smoke, yellowing walls
I think I’d rather leave than rely on
Both feet down, gaze turned forward
I just want a lane, I don’t want more
Tapped in now, but it never can last
I think i’m getting lost in the dark now
Don’t lose face with your fake surprise
I don’t like your friends and you don’t like mine
When you complain it’s my favorite sound
Maybe catch a ride on the next one out
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5. |
Benthic Zone Parking Lot
00:35
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6. |
A Night Alone
02:45
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Wednesday evening, feel you across town
Vibing, spending a night alone
We can float in mellow waters
Whenever you fancy, dive in
Tangled linens, try to slow down
Scared of making the same mistakes
Your light touch potions leave me wanting
Never seem to saturate
Don’t need to mean nothing
How many nights we spend
Free from the total mayhem
That you’re so used to fighting
So please stay the night again
Melt with a sweet new friend
Trusting your acumen
Keeping your self reliance
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7. |
Stereologue
03:06
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Find me underground
Absent mind, in fact there’s
No thoughts allowed
I get exactly
What I want every time
Watch the show, enjoy an idiot’s delight
Dream war somewhere out there
Let me in at last
Smile and pause for laughter
Faking unrest
Thank you for asking
I’m right here, you fell off
Disappear to nothing
Fuck around, find out
Meet me somewhere out there
Won’t you be clear for the first time
Make a simple expression I hope it isn’t unkind
With weaponized love people act so strange
Please put down the spliff we can meet halfway
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8. |
Let's Get Evil
02:59
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The scythe of paradise
For those who seek attainment
He wanna stop dreaming
He wanna keep from changing
The ghost of gasoline
And the pervading foulness
Escape or go insane
He didn’t know til he found you
Can you manipulate
With just a mere suggestion
The will to dominate
To make a dream effective
Afraid of his own mind
That’s a fear that no one can live with
The scythe of paradise
For those who seek attainment
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9. |
Cool With It
03:44
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This goose is overcooked
I feign belief in the good book
If seven days is all it took
Then I’m cool with it
Get some meat on your bones
You’re in your chamber reading endless tomes
I got a muffler from Auto Zone
Cool with it
Liquid pink, catch a flight
Meet me there late at night
We’re gonna have a sexy dance fight
Are you cool with it?
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10. |
Dog
01:38
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I got something I wanna say
I really wanna be a dog
Don't want to make a contribution to a Roth IRA
I really wanna be a dog
I wanna piss on the rug and not have to think about getting my car serviced
I really wanna be a dog
Enhanced sense of smell, running speed, agility
I really wanna be a dog
No social obligations, attending events, or engaging in small talk
I really wanna be a dog
No navigating the job market
I really wanna be a dog
No keeping up with the rapid pace of technological advancements
I really wanna be a dog
I’d rather be able to track scents over long distances
I really wanna be a dog
Dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog
Dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog
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