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Intro
00:53
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Early Man
02:44
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Early Man
Past barrels through skin to chest
Where the heart's stuck on repeat
Killing time till it arrests
Diseased with grinning teeth
Deeper there are tiny men
Mining pride from veins with bones
Ancient as breaking hearts
and ghosts of locust
When there's something you can't explain
Look in
Uncover
Never look back on what you had and threw away
Thats just the way it is
and was meant to be
Past barrels through skin to chest
Where the heart's stuck on repeat
Killing time till it arrests
Swelling with dishonesty
Deeper there are tiny men
Mining pride from veins with bones
Spreading sealing
Your fate of death
Of death alone
When there's something you can't explain
Look in
Uncover
Never look back on what you had and threw away
Thats just the way it is
and was meant to be
Never look back
(Throw it away)
Never look back
(Throw it away)
Never look back
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Music City
When the water recedes
and there's silt on the street
and the music begins
after weeks of unease
No major outlet
no man on the street
just the sobering efforts of recovery
So spare me the notion of celebrity and the absurdity
give us the voices, the stories
of those who rebuilt the flooded streets of
Music City
Looking up
drying out
plugging in
and singing loud
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4. |
Am I Ahab?
02:46
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Am I Ahab?
Lying on my back the world's at bay
The hollowed grounds of the American dream
I drink too much still not enough to see
What have all my efforts gotten me
So when they strap me down and burn me at the stake
I hope at least they have the decency to buy my last drink
I wanna bite the hand that feeds
Is there a better way out of this place?
Should this shit mean nothing to me?
I wanna bite the hand that feeds
Is there a better way out of this place?
There's got to be a better way to get some relief.
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5. |
The Basement Life
02:39
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The Basement Life
Bite your lip and inch the shades down low
Something in you giving into
Moves your hips across the window
Out of contradiction, cold glass again
Complication, disposition
Lies between the sheets your legs and the bed
And this nights aware
The static from the stereo
Those eyes of 86' bring me home
As the nothings are
In tune with the sweets they speak
Bodies synced to needles beat
We've all been here before
It's a two step (a two step)
Skin to bone
Now she screams from the top
I try and fight it but there's no way to stop
Now she screams from the top
I try and fight it but there's no way to stop
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6. |
Permanent Tourist
03:13
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Permanent Tourist
Bring it back to the old days
With false vintage mores
Born ready to wear the skin of the city
Skinned and consumed
The not-so youth are
Obligated to nothing
I said,
"Transparency is exactly
what it seems to be to me
It's not a coming of age when
It's all just make believe. "
All the same
All in vain
You're a fake
Brooklyn took you in
My concrete generation, amid a violent dead wind
There is no pace (Replaced)
Permanent tourist
Bring it back to the old days
With nothing to do
Born ready to wear the skin of the city
The magnitude of what you say and do
It fucking really means nothing
Your autonomy has been relying
Just a bit too heavily on
Alcohol and irony
All the same
All in vain
You're a fake
Brooklyn took you in
My concrete generation, amid a violent dead wind
There is no pace (Replaced)
Permanent tourist
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7. |
Boomerang Kids
03:19
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Boomerang Kids
From the window's ledge there brings
The harsh reality
An effigy for all the kids
Eventually left questioning
"What kind of man am I gonna be?"
Still the bottles not enough to dull the voices
Coming from
Inside the radiator coughs
No burn to save some face
Outside discounted by uncertainty
We're disaffected, no relief
On the street an old man says to me
"Hey kid good luck with everything.
Why don't try and make somethin'
Your sense of self is waring thin.
"What kind of man are you gonna be?"
So where do you go?
No hook to hang your hat
No worth to call your own
Inside the radiator coughs
No burn to save some face
Outside discounted by uncertainty
We're disaffected, no relief.
I wont go
Straight back no
I won't
You can't earn an ending.
What kind of man are you gonna be?
I won't go
Straight back no
Believe me
You can't earn an ending.
What kind of man are you gonna be?
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