1. |
Rewrite
04:09
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Was a well-dressed girl at center stage
In dress
The marquee lights had more than once seen her name
Juliette
Each night's receipt
Flowers at her feet
Different shades of red
Crowd out its seat
He drops to his knees
"Please, please Juliette"
and she says
"With the curtain drawn I play the part we're supposed to know
But I don't wanna be here right now"
With the lights in his eyes
Clenched in hand the ring that shines
"Give me some idea"
He reads the bound pages of the poetry lines
She's at the mirror, script in hand, to recite
To no one
With the curtain drawn she plays the part we're supposed to know
"But I don't wanna be here right now"
With the lights in his eyes
Clenched in hand the ring that shines
"Give me some idea"
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2. |
Club Soda
03:33
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Well it's been some time
Since we went our separate ways
Won't see me smile
Since we went our separate ways
It don't mean much to me anymore
I won't try
To fool your love back home with me
I won't lie
Words they don't come easy to me anymore
Since you left darling
No name conversations carry on down to the floor
That's not me
Well he goes ego every night
I can't dance like that
Reciting lines like it's the first time
That takes time
And promises he won't wait to break with the digits on the barroom napkin
Once a prince but he'll be backing out
On the street
Change at her feet
She's cold
Words they don't come easy to me anymore
Since you left darling
No name conversations carry on down to the floor
That's not me
That's for people on TV
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3. |
Snooze
04:02
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At the top of the hour's when you call me your minute. man
Realize, these times, can't be planned
Flash in the dark, a certain smile
The ringing's gonna stop in a while
Knock on my door with my left and you're right
In the middle of the day we get more life than the nighttime
She knocks her makeup off the shelf
Lipstick removal with the back of her hand
Season's greet me
Your eyes keep me
From waking up to the sound of the call
Give me one more chance when we wake up tomorrow
Day two comes through and you light up the room
And it ends when you steal, heel to hand
From your next-door neighbor
Knock on my door with my left and you're right
In the middle of the day we get more life than the nighttime
She knocks her makeup off the shelf
Lipstick removal with the back of her hand
Season's greet me
Your eyes keep me
From waking up to the sound of the call
Give me one more chance when we wake up tomorrow
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4. |
And So On
04:05
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Was it the ocean?
Or the explosion?
First sounds of Earth
That end's beginning
Our symphony
Universe
I would go on
If I knew
But I don't, but I don't
I can't make up anymore
So I won't, no I won't
There is an echo in the city
Not my own
It's impossible to belong to you
But it does
And the parts don't change just the way we arrange them
And so on
We're made of rhythm
To check the time
Stay in line
That age old question
That we all found
Does it make a sound?
I would go on
If I knew
But I don't, but I don't
I can't make up anymore
So I won't, no I won't
There is an echo in the city
Not my own
It's impossible to belong to you
But it does
And the parts don't change just the way we arrange them
And so on
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5. |
Figure To Ground
04:24
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Look in the mirror like a figure to ground
We're all connected to a world looking down
Keeping tabs on your friends like the C.I.A.
Not worth taking more than two seconds to say
How is your life
How have you been?
The fictionalized "let's get together again"
A couple drinks out at the bar
We're all caught up on who we are
She flies, she goes
Where everybody knows
She's not the kind to leave a note
A social stop, a passerby
And on and on
He tries to look but he don't wanna show
A double standard friend or faux
Together's past flashed in our eyes
We smile for the sake of old
Time
How was your life
How did you leave?
Handwritten, penned inside your book sleeve
Been nice to know ya, it still is
You do you, we'll still be what we did
She flies, she goes
Where everybody knows
She's not the kind to leave a note
A social stop, a passerby
And on and on
He tries to look but he don't wanna show
A double standard friend or faux
Together's past flashed in our eyes
We smile for the sake of old
Time
Suppose so
And I've run out of fucks
Now I've run out of breath
So slam the door on me
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6. |
Jante's Inferno
03:18
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In the land of the reel and the fake, Hollywood
Brand names rub elbows with the others that they think they should
Quick to reveal what's in the safe
Hand shook reminders just who makes the taste
12 characters to make a name
I vi IV V you're not to blame
Pick up a prostitute of fame
Use their cool and abuse it
Just pass the mic and I'll act like I know what to say
Catch the American dream out the barrel of a t-shirt gun
Riots celebrate the new number one
They don't wanna say it cos they're not gettin' paid for it
Just business, just war
Knock the last one off the throne of fame, what's one more?
12 characters to make a name
I vi IV V you're not to blame
Pick up a prostitute of fame
Use their cool and abuse it
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7. |
Stop Motion
03:46
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She slips in, it's unavoidable
Pin my heart upon my sleeve
With no one to remind her what it's like to leave
She lives it up and out for free
When her room spins the whole world it turns for her
Jackets line the puddles ahead
You wanted to change
You wanted to stay
I don't mind I'll try some other time
And I won't miss you
And plans, they change
And the reason's the same
Am I invited inside
For one night
Or it's already over
With no one to remind me what it's like to live
Say goodbye priorities
When her room spins the whole world it turns for her
Jackets line the puddles ahead
You wanted to change
You wanted to stay
I don't mind I'll try some other time
And I won't miss you
And plans, they change
And the reason's the same
Am I invited inside
For one night
But it's already over
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8. |
Vehicular Man's Laughter
04:44
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To catch a joke
You’re either in on it or out of it and stay to complain
What’s that you spoke?
There’s no time for shame
Is that the punch line
Or set up?
I’ve got a red light
And I’m a hack cos someone else did this before
Maybe
Not everything we do needs explanation
Baby
It was a boy
Maybe
We look around to find our expectations
Baby
I’m unemployed
One more down
And the wheels are spinning out
Two drinks in
What a funny thing to say
What’s that you spoke?
Was that really one of your jokes?
There is no punch line
Or set up
I’ve got a green light
And I’m an act cos no one else did this before
Maybe
Not everything we do needs explanation
Baby
It was a boy
Maybe
We look around to find our expectations
Baby
I’m unemployed
One more down
And the wheels are spinning out
Two drinks in
What a funny thing to say
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9. |
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Anything you want
That's alright with me, any way
We could stay
One hour more?
And how blue
notes dot our eyes
when we play
Hands they fold
But not in this game
I peeked
I'm sorry
I guess that probably means I'm going down
It was
Wide open
scattered memories drop me to the ground
Uninvited
I know I don't stand a chance
Spend the night in
Save the last dance
for me
She takes her time
Small steps to her next break
Can we rewind?
No, not in this game
You peeked
You're sorry
I guess that probably means you're going down
It was
wide open
Scattered memories knock me
They knock me right into a...
Will it be your place or mine?
Free to be, to please
There ain't no race against time
And I will
I would've
I do
I did not see this come until you
Saw me standing in your rear view
We peaked
We're sorry
I guess that probably means it's over now
It was
Wide open
Scattered memories knock me to the ground
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10. |
Chance / Romance
03:56
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While we wait
Decisions make
Your bed
Taking the long way around
To lay down your head
Borrowing tomorrow brings
A little less to see (ecstasy)
From where we came
The next place to be
We don't make the news
Instead we sing the blues
Chance is, romance is
All we have to lose
And I ain't got no voice in here
Watching the wheels from the side
Walking to catch a wave
Goodbyes and greetings aside
“Oh, we'll catch up someday”
We don't make the news
Instead we sing the blues
Chance is, romance is
All we have to lose
Next time I'm around the sun
I'll be twenty-four
Chances, romances
All we have for sure
And I'll get my voice back
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11. |
Man In A Cage
04:31
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Summer's over
Trips turn into falls
It's been quite a while
Since I left you
I've had two photographs
One from the front, one from the right
And routine behavior ties you down to what's sure
My personality's a summary of before
Put a man in a cage for a day and see what he won't do the next
Touch of tension pressure suits me up to play, just ask my ex
Time without numbers or sunshine
Journey through the inside, mind
Doors
Lead to doors
Now I'm bored, inside a window
This hollow cold
In my bones
It stays
And vicious repetition some might find insane
The right direction of intention makes a name
Put a man in a cage for a day and see what he won't do the next
Touch of tension pressure suits me up to play, just ask my ex
Time without numbers or sunshine
Journey through the inside, mind
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12. |
Bottle
03:36
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She said she don't wanna be here anymore
State the facts, state the case: “Take a look at my face
My hands, my head, they're bleedin' and they're red”
I know, I know, I don't care
He said he don't wanna wake up in the sun,
Make a statement: “Are we having fun?
I'm lost, she's lost”
They both got washed up in a bottle by the shore
I don't wanna act my age
So I'm told
Lessons to be learned aren't sold
It's the school of old
Secrets don't make no difference
Until they're bottled up and sent away from home
Took a wave to turn a push into a shove
Story short it's been a while since love
I'm rough, she's rough, they both called bluff and shot the shit to dance some more
She won't read from a script and she's not on stage
He won't sleep in the sun and wake up dazed
Okay?
I don't wanna act my age
So I'm told
Lessons to be learned aren't sold
It's the school of old
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Breakers Charlottesville, Virginia
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It’s a realized compositional style spray-painted with simple, straight forward New York rock n’ roll. "Debussy meets alt rock" – Anonymous fan
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