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The Nervous Set
02:36
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Anytime at all
Right step, blue chip
See right through this
Dedicate the retrobated
Great escape clause
Right step blue chip
See right through this
Final station
Most favored nation
The nervous set won't let you rest
No no no
I might suggest, under duress
This thing could blow
Anytime at all
Red room, ice lip
Won't pull through this
This time, your dime
All will fall
Red room, I slip
Won't pull through this
Not this time
Or anytime
You place your bet
You'll get yours yet
Oh ho ho
Lies can't protect an overstep
I guess I'll go
'Cause anytime
Anytime at all
At all...
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2. |
I Forgot
03:49
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Well, ya know, just don't start
Cause when we come apart
I'll be the one who smarts
Reprise the great lost art
Don't ask, don't tell
I forgot
So maybe ya know
You mighta been told
Even your team's in tears
Know what you mean
It's just I'm not keen
Whadda you mean you can't drive?
That's no fuckin' alibi
I'm always on your side
All who are left deride
And you can't spell
So maybe ya know
You mighta been told
Even your team's in tears
Know what you mean
It's just I'm not keen to give it away
Don't give it away
No!
Ya know what I mean
We can't change this scene
He knows where you've been
'Cause she knows me, too
I don't wanna fight
You'll keep me up all damn night
Past every warning light
And nothing if not away from you
So maybe I know
I guess I've been told
Even my team's in tears
Know what you mean
It's just I'm not keen
To give it away
You gave it away
Yeah, you.
There oughta be a law
To keep this kinda thing off my paws
I don't wanna see you crawl
Or maybe that's me after all
Maybe it's true
Since you forgot me
I forgot too
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3. |
Now Hear This!
04:07
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Up for down
Turn your life around
All this time at the table never did you any favors
So why stay the course?
Reading all of the tabloids, tea leaves
And the coffee grounds for divorce
It's all over - there nothing left to miss.
Had their say
It's another day
Now, hear this.
Chatter ad infinitum 'bout
What no g'American can understand
Like how did all of our goddamn oil
Get underneath their fucking sand?
They're shedding heat and no light
On every questions of the age
But there's a twist
Had their say
It's another day
Now, hear this.
Everything's wrong
I mean, whadda they want - a list?
Had their say
It's another day
Now, hear this
I know it gets on your nerves
But I promise I'll make it up to you sometime
I know I keep on trying your patience
Come on over
Maybe you can try mine
It's all over - there nothing left to miss.
Had their say
It's another day
It'll be okay
Now, hear this
Gimme the up for down
Turning my life around
The only way known or found
Yeah!
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4. |
Kelvin Scale
03:40
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There's a fight on
Leave a light on
Just one more word and perhaps you've heard
See ya later
Infiltrators have ripped out the last page
Of the directory
What you expect of me
Is coming to a head
Instead of finding a silver lining
You want what you want - now!
One of these things is not like the other
Will you ever even try to uncover?
Can it really be worth all the trouble?
To keep comin' back.
Well, it's a mystery
See it on your TV
When your get your facts off the cul-de-sac
'Cause it's habitual
Not individual
So stop it while you can
Evading all attempts to fix
You shrug and use some more jiu jitsu
Please don't pout
I'm just all talked out
Don't get your mops up now
One of these things is not like the other
Will you ever even try to uncover?
Can it really be worth all the trouble?
To keep comin' back?
Comes back to you.
Comes back to you
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5. |
Radio
05:08
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All jammed up and the words don't fit anything you feel or know.
Come out all wrong for who knows how long
No matter anywhere you go.
Save it for later.
Save it for me.
You'll find that even so.
It's all in your hands - the high frequency bands.
And I can be your radio.
Static and erratic station.
Always all emphatic situation.
Tune it in.
Come in, come in, going out to come over.
Radio.
Aural highlight.
Sight without vision.
Broadband, shortwave.
Closed-circuit intuition.
Fold all ambition to this soul transmission.
Way to go.
It's just one more instance calls for distance.
Every time you find they show.
It's over the heads of all the rest
But straight to the hearts of those who know.
A secret semaphore signal, loud and clear.
Special broadcast, hard and fast.
Only we can hear.
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6. |
Not The Truth
03:29
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How can you keep talking through as if this were a test?
Where any of this is leading, now,
I'm afraid to even guess.
It's not the truth as we know it makes you flinch.
But knowing you, you'll make it do in a pinch.
Conversation with you is easy.
As far as these things go.
Just gotta remember keep both feet planted
As you slip into your next pose.
Well, it's a bit like mantra
The way you throw around
Who you "knew back in the day".
A backwards psalm to the soul you sold
And everyone that you betrayed
It's not the truth...
Not so famous folk fakin' a weary way forward
t' hide their shadow pasts from the sun.
And you do, too.
I know, 'cause it's what you told your gramma
To pray that you'd become.
One mighta hoped she'dve put in a word
For the rest of us while she had His ear.
But just the grandsirin' of you, I guess
Made it too much to expect from the old dear.
It's not the truth...
Hope to die and cross my heart.
But I'll make do without you.
And that's a start.
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7. |
Eight Miles Above You
01:03
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(use headphones to discern)
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8. |
Can't See You
02:58
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You may be there, but so impaired...
You speak your lines just fine each time...
Y'always succeed...
You're well-received...
I know this pose with my eyes closed...
Can't see you.
Given everything you've got.
You'll find a way to hang me up.
The high ideals you deeply feel...
So impress all you address...
But when you're alone the meat turns bone...
Their comfort's cold when you're gettin' old...
Can't see you...
You well-deceive with make-believe...
And you pretend you need a friend...
The notes seem true but I'm not moved...
I've my doubts, I'll do without you.
Can't see you.
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9. |
Lonesome West
05:54
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What's one more more or less?
Left on the floor
With your confession.
Nothing like a loaded question.
The kind that always keeps them guessing.
Don't understand your tears.
Or if you were ever really here.
The veneer comes quite clear.
That's all you've left, left over here.
Leftover.
Never what you want it to be.
Or any part now you concede.
What's longed longed for laid to rest.
Over.
All over.
It's all over this Lonesome West.
What's the difference, anyhow?
What's it matter if you hate me now?
Flattery'll get us nowhere fast.
'Cause there's always worse disasters
Than just the fact that nothing ever lasts here.
The veneer comes quite clear. That's you all over...
It always ends the same:
Can't bear to hear, then just forget their name.
You tell me who's not to blame
When any defense can be used against you...
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10. |
Last Night's Amusement
03:18
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Set to try
Just not that high
For losin' it.
Black and bruisin' it.
Can't be missed.
Won't be second-guessed
Against your great success.
And if it mighta divided everyone on your side
You don't mind.
Any adjustment
That'll help to close the sale.
You don't mind.
They set you up just to fail.
Paint it up in glory
Just like a story
You already know the end to.
It's not so much that you've been cheated
You've been deleted
Like they told you, too.
Just like they told you.
"Ooh, can't be missed!
That must be right!
At any price!"
But their advice
When you take it all
On faith, unseen, unknown
Comes as no surprise
To wake and find
We're only on our own.
There's not an excuse left that anyone here can use.
Whatever you choose
It comes up spent.
Like last night's amusement.
Or yesterday's dollar.
And not til this hour
When you'd give anything you own
Or can borrow
Not to follow.
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11. |
i and i forgot
04:02
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Well, ya know, just don't start
Cause when we come apart
I'll be the one who smarts
Reprise the great lost art
Don't ask, don't tell
I forgot
So maybe ya know
You mighta been told
Even your team's in tears
Know what you mean
It's just I'm not keen
Whadda you mean you can't drive?
That's no fuckin' alibi
I'm always on your side
All who are left deride
And you can't spell
So maybe ya know
You mighta been told
Even your team's in tears
Know what you mean
It's just I'm not keen to give it away
Don't give it away
No!
Ya know what I mean
We can't change this scene
He knows where you've been
'Cause she knows me, too
I don't wanna fight
You'll keep me up all damn night
Past every warning light
And nothing if not away from you
So maybe I know
I guess I've been told
Even my team's in tears
Know what you mean
It's just I'm not keen
To give it away
You gave it away
Yeah, you.
There oughta be a law
To keep this kinda thing off my paws
I don't wanna see you crawl
Or maybe that's me after all
Maybe it's true
Since you forgot me
I forgot too
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12. |
Wire For George
04:49
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Don't want it.
Don't need it.
Your critique's a dead letter, now.
And how much better!
Better left forgotten...
Torch all the bridges.
Burn and send
A wire for George from the flocks you tend.
Crept away at last never to return again.
Give credit where it's stolen.
And that's the end.
I know now that you're nothing.
Nothing like a friend...
Do you wanna tear it up?
Do you wanna tear it?
Oh, start tearing up.
Oh, you can't bear it!
Call me on the phone.
Call me on the carpet.
Leave you to your throne
Ruler of the Tarpit.
Get stuck there!
How much better!
Better left forgotten.
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