1. |
Begging for a Good Time
02:59
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2. |
Sick, Sick
03:11
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3. |
This is How it Feels
02:35
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4. |
Tough Like My Father
04:00
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5. |
And From Below
04:34
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Motivate me, sedate me, dear
Divide the channels of my mind
So that my thoughts are clear
Separate these burning weeds
From the ones that don’t speak
Or won’t speak with me
Hallelujah, Holy ground
I’m astounded as the struggles of my youth
Are still profound
And the sounds that light me up
Have turned to dust
Just like the lips I kissed
When I was young
But what makes that sound
Painted these colors
Exploding in corners
In the back of my mind
And who pushed a button
Who pulled a lever
What disabled me
From trying alike
Alike you, alike you, alike you
Unlike you I could never
Love so together
It is true, you’re so clever
I never want to be clever
‘Cause I never want to be
Thinking of you
Hallucinate me,
When you cage me, dear
You can dress me all in white
And push me off your precious peer
Fill me up - lead into lungs
So I won’t find myself trying to swim
Back towards your tongue
But what makes that sound
Painted these colors
Exploding in corners
In the back of my mind
And who pushed a button
Who pulled a lever
What disabled me
From trying alike
Alike you, alike you, alike you
Unlike you I could never
Love so together,
It is true that you’re so clever
Well I never want to be clever
‘Cause I never want to be
Thinking of you
But what makes that sound
The coral, the colors
I hear as I sink
Back into my covers
That terrible sound, I think
Is coming from your mouth
You have to shut up now, my dear
You have to give up now, my dear
You have to get out now, my dear
‘Cause this is my own goddamn sanctuary
Show yourself out
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6. |
Shake, Shake, Shake
02:59
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A brilliant purple sky
With twilight aglow
We both watch it turn to gold
You are on fire with sin
Dancing slow around the brim
When the harbor takes its toll
I’m in a meadow of sunflowers
Thinking of you
Yes, I know you are losing control
When the sun rolls around
All the life that you found
Will be sadly turned into stone
Shake, shake, shake
You won’t wake
Shake, shake, shake
No, you won’t wake
October sings for wisdom
Lanterns lit up through the night
It’s times like these I remember I’m alive
And I think I've cheated death
Yes, I laugh with every breath
Accidents happen, but I survive
Boom, boom, boom
I can’t say the same for you
Boom, boom, boom
Even I can feel you’re doomed
You’re a ticking, ticking time bomb
Just one wrong move and you’ll go off
And to you, I bid the sweetest adieu
You imagine fiber glass like wings,
While jacking off watching TV
Until a pretty word makes your mind implode
You see a spectrum of color
You shiver and you shudder
And when you’re done you’ll have another episode
You’ll die a failure without any hope
Only owning the words that you spoke
Fire on water, the harbor explodes
And you choke, and you die alone
You die alone, whoaohwoane
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7. |
Technicolor
03:34
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Tuesday night is alive,
Treading “glory-be”
From the golden ticket booth
To the toll road
Something’s growing in the air,
On top of tired slang,
And this wasteland sings with
Little integrity
Hustle follows the weight of the bodies,
Whoa-o,
With arms and legs swinging for the shore,
Whoa-o
To be something more,
To feel something more,
Than this trouble
But it’s got us cornered now
I dream in color, Technicolor
I dream in color, watercolor
I dream in color, every color
And God, I pray, don’t let me wake
Don’t let me spend another moment
In this fucking place
Touch me as I sit
On the ledge of a cathedral
That we shouldn't even think about
Touching at all
Bust every painted window out
And pray to God
That he gets his wake-up call
Walk the streets in silence after dark,
Whoa-o,
Hold hands with ghosts
And dance underneath the stars,
Whoa-o
Oh, how I tried to surrender up my heart
To more this just this trouble but it’s got me cornered still
I dream in color, Technicolor
I dream in color, watercolor
I dream in color, every color
And God, I pray, don’t let me wake
And God, I pray, don’t let me see the light of day
God I pray-ay-ay-ay
Don’t let me spend another moment in this place
This is what I left you for
Not for a bed and not for the silence
Not for the hardwood floors
Not for a connection or to make a good impression
Not so I can settle the score
Or be another dying breed in a big city
But for a disconnection of the good in me
For a disconnection, well
I dream in color, Technicolor,
I dream in color, watercolor
I dream in color, every color…
I will ship you fingernails bitten off then bottled
To let you know that I am still alive
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8. |
Fire and Brimstone
02:53
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Fire and brimstone, old friend
You’re as scared as a sheep with no Sheppard
Now that you’ve found the path to righteousness
You’ve “direction” but you’re still as lost as ever
He is great in a book about Him, I do not detest it
But was it not I who was holding your hand
When you were just plain wicked
In the end, you’ll choose the good lord, whoa
‘Cause I could never be everywhere or mean so much to anyone
You were my brother in ironclad armor
My sanctuary’s keep
Now, you’re another reason
For me to not believe
‘Cause he is great in a book about Him, I do not detest it
But was it not I who was holding your hand
When you were just plain wicked
In the end, you’ll choose the good lord, whoa
‘Cause I could never be everywhere or mean so much to anyone
Life gets convoluted
One moment we seek companionship
But the next we grow to disapprove it
In the end, you’ll choose the good lord, whoa
Though I’ll never know why he and I are mutually exclusive
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