1. |
Life Is Not An Arrow
02:28
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In the fragments of our world,
Where the toll collectors twirl,
There's a silence there,
That shapes all of the atmosphere.
There's a price that you must pay.
See it now or slip away,
Up to the shiny lights,
Which rest above your bed at night.
You want to feel
And you want life to be so real
Inside the closets of your bedroom
Sit the thoughts that you neglect and fight
You turn around
And you put both feet on the ground
But life is not an arrow
It's a collection of thoughts and sights
In the grave and in the womb
In the amaryllis bloom
Thoughts of certainty
Are clinging to a balcony
Of the house where you once lived
As a calm collected kid
Coddled by a backlit
Case of curiosity
You want to breathe
And you want to pretend your free
With your coffee and your alcohol
You trace the paintings on the wall
Inside your brain
Where some silhouettes remain
Where it's easy to add color
But the shapes are not so flexible
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2. |
Drugs
01:43
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when you want to die and you've got no reason why
you're just too warm in the wintertime and too cold in the summer
hot food on the table and it's seasoned so well
you're not living lies, you're brain it isn't fried
you've got a decent paying job, wear whatever pants you want
though you need a collar, no one is yanking you around
do you need drugs?
do you need love?
frogs in your gene pool, holes in your swimsuit
everybody's naked and they're laughing at your clothes
can always take your pants off, can't always put them back on
do you need drugs?
do you need love?
you had 'em both so you put 'em together but that didn't work
do you need time?
it's staining your hands
your wasting far too much of it acting like a reasonable man
so do you need drugs?
do you need drugs?
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3. |
Strange Thing
02:56
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it's such a strange thing
the world that we live in is turning
just like our stomachs when we think about the world
as all of its dirty dealings unfurl
we start to think about breakfast
and we just accept it
and forget it
it's such a strange thing
the world that we live in is our own
but it's no fun without the people that we know
people who are so obviously part of the problem
that's why we can't solve them
we've got too many friends
but i don't want to know
don't want to know
why are you looking at me like that?
it's such a strange thing
we all think we have at least a few answers
to questions we hope someday someone will ask us
when they finally ask us, we just laugh
when it's not funny
it's not that funny
it's such a strange thing
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4. |
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I'm walking to the store
I'm walking to my home
Because I have nothing to look forward to anymore
The days go by sitting inside
Drinking coffee, drinking tea
The night is right in front of me
I see it
I see it, it's right in front of me
I have nothing to look forward to anymore
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5. |
I Was A Boy
02:09
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I was a boy
when you were with me
all of the time.
Ran through the woods,
and felt something prickly.
You covered my eyes.
And when the rain
ruined the stale scenes,
you showed me moonlight.
Now I can't get
back to these old dreams,
and it torments my mind.
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You take your thoughts you spin them all around
Outside you're naked spitting seeds on the ground
Your mouth's a motor without gasoline
They say your mind's an empty magazine
You were a boy inside a fax machine
They tied your hands together beside the stream
Untethered wire and a bloody dream
You cut the cords and you split the seams
The radio is screaming through the hall
You bend your back and put your head through the wall
This is the story of disprudent law
You're spitting fire through a straw
When you grew up they taught you how to stand
They say you're only what they can understand
Your actions tell a simple story
Yet you're spitting fire through a straw
And now the candle's flame is burning out
You want to laugh, but it comes out as a shout
When you say "yes" they all hear no
When you say "stay" they all hear go
And still you're spitting fire through a straw
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7. |
Fear Of Disappointing
02:42
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I can feel it in the air
Pulsing through my bones and through my hair
The lights seem so bright
And my muscles are tight
For the fear of disappointing
And my teeth have grown so tall
From the ceiling to the bathroom stall
The weight on my shoulders
My thoughts just grow older
The fear of disappointing
And my fingers start to sweat
There's a corpse behind the TV set
The pixels glow bright
And discourage the fight
For the fear of disappointing
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8. |
Wrong
01:54
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See how the scent of cold air
Brings pigeons to the floor
My mail man he don't care
He just paper-coats the door
And things will always end up wrong
The bill collector's stoned-stare
Sits soft against my skull
My memory has gone bare
Not a whisper in the hall
And things will always end up wrong
This is a song to break skin...
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9. |
Ocean
03:59
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In the morning I was a sailor
I saw some statues made of stone
I had slipped onto this ship just like a baby in a womb
And I heard the words you told me blue and green
And I felt the icy hand beneath the seam
But the Ocean just never seemed so blue
No, the Ocean just really isn't that blue
I was built beneath a shadow
Hell, we were all born inside a ring
And the dice we roll will fall apart as naked ladies sing
And the children write their secrets on the wall
For all to read, but especially for ma and for pa
But the Ocean just never seemed so blue
No, the Ocean just really isn't that blue
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10. |
Slow Down
02:15
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When it's early in the morning
And the light ain't yet coming in
You gotta slow down babe, don't ya?
When everyone around you is looking at this and that
Things get to moving so fast
You gotta slow down, don't ya?
We think we know the way the world it aught to move
If a then b if b then c and so on
Slow down, won't ya?
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11. |
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In the morning when the day lies open
There's a feeling that requires motion and sight
The sensory bells
Jingling through the warehouses
And all of the hollow spaces
Fuel for the fire to burn
Again
In the morning when the day lies open
All the canary shells are broken
The sight of something so strange
Bring back the autumn branches
And the silent swing of axes
Take back your record player blues
Today
In the morning when the day lies open
There's a certain shape to your emotion
That's clear and structured like stone
Burn down those hanging branches
I ain't got thoughts of old romances
Turn your speakers on and open up the door
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12. |
Cage
01:54
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in my cage
my big beautiful cage
i go for walks
whenever i want
i've got space
in my cage
my big beautiful cage
in my cage
my big beautiful cage
cover it in sheets
whenever i need sleep
i snuggle up in these chains
these long luxurious chains
in my cage
my big beautiful cage
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13. |
Cynical Room
02:21
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Each day we rise together
And then we chop our legs off
We find the scarlet secrets
That bind our bones together
We will be smiling sweetly
Inside our cynical room
We craft these hopeless moments
We think it's predetermined
We can't explain our sorrow
We'll wait until tomorrow
Where we can lock the door and
Hide in our cynical room
With all our facts and figures
With all the silent motion
There ain't no talking to us
Our ears don't like emotions
We sit together and laugh
Inside our cynical room
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14. |
I've Been Thinking
02:19
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I've been thinking
The walls are falling down
And through the air we go
We've been drinking
The walls are falling down
And through the air we go
The birds have spoken
The walls are falling down
And through the air we go
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Who said we'd understand
Said there's a master plan
They say we lie beneath you but
If I saw you sitting upright
In a chair that I know well
I don't think that I would believe in you
And if I saw you in a store
Or heard you in a song that I sung before
I don't think that I would believe in you
I went to the store last night
Bought me a magazine
I read what was inside
It was telling tales of greed
Women who steal and men who fiend
I don't think that I believe in you
And when the fall of kingdoms comes
Who will be standing in the sun?
I don't think that I believe in you
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16. |
Reprise
01:16
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I have nothing to look forward to anymore
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17. |
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Am I singing to the trees
Just above my windowpane
Ever softly and serene
As a bluebird spreads its wings
In a thought that summer brings?
Am I singing to the wind
As it shifts and slithers by
All across my neighborhood
And up into the sky
Then back down to the ground
As I sit and spin around?
I guess I must be singing to the rain.
Am I singing to the streets
And their tarnished yellow musk
And that lady on her stoop
And the money she will busk
And the pain inside her smile?
Am I singing to the church
And its loyal humble folks
Who are following a ghost
And who cannot take a joke
In the deep December hours
On a bridge outside of town?
I guess I must be singing to the rain.
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18. |
Keychain
02:28
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jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle
i've got far too many keys on my key chain
poking holes in the pockets of my dress pants
standing out in front of a locked door
trying to remember which one it is
A44 and F19
A27 but just for 203
where is my A3?
it's the one i always need
putting it in the slot
but it's actually A100
hey, mr. janitor
what can i get you for your master?
i've got far too many keys on my key chain
poking holes in the pockets of my dress pants
standing out in front of a locked door
trying to remember which one it is
flipping through the colors and numbers
the numbers and colors
clockwise or counter?
the square or the round one?
i jiggle and i jiggle and i jiggle away
feels like i jiggle all day
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19. |
Bb
02:02
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Lately
I've been lost
Darkness seeps through cracks and grows
Stuttering sideways home
Wade
Through rocks
Drifting through the summer air
Bring back the silence there
Wait
You're wrong
Darkness lives inside your skull
Stuttering sideways home
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20. |
Hammer
02:16
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give me a hammer, i'll sculpt you a day
you'll sleep well that night and won't feel the pain in your hands
the cracks in your plan
happy people are just good actors
early next morning you're hammering away
you stepping and look, you're getting some place
that night you toss and you turn
happy people are just good actors
the dentist does well, business it booming
with chemical gels, smiles improving
still he can't sleep, he's hammering holes
in his prison of teeth
give me a hammer, i'll hammer your head
where the brains fall out, i'll fill it with bread
and i'll butter you up
happy people are just good actors
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21. |
You
01:33
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You came over on a Friday night.
Your lips looked bright against the melting moon.
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Eggs! Chicago, Illinois
Eggs! is a band.
Jeff Galfond: Vocals/Guitar
Jimmy DiLorenzo: Vocals/Bass
Jeffrey Michael Austin: Drums/Vocals
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