1. |
Going Away
03:25
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Please don't forget me. I'm going away.
I'm taking a taxi to Kentucky where they don't need to know all about me.
I just need to feel safe.
I've got a thousand sweaters and shoes and paintings
to hide the skeletons in my bed.
Don't ask where I'm going.
I'm going away. I'm going my way.
Finally it's my time to be lonely, and lost, unloved and I can't wait.
Don't forget what I said. Don't forget my letter.
Every night I pray for you. I don't got no religion, isn't that something?
I'll miss those days. I saved that bottle, its now 10 years aged.
I've got some bibles I could sell for money, and a pair of fresh shaved legs.
Won't you baby come with me?
I've got extra space, in my car, in my heart, in my mind,
look there's the passengers seat by the post cards you gave.
(Don't know where I'm going)
But he said, "slow down. Slow down. Think it over.
We've all got wretched closets,
but silly girl pride kills more than aids lately."
I said, " Come on. I've thought it over. I don't want to die here.
I have no desire to get married."
I can't race the others anymore.
No. I must learn to race myself.
I'm going away. I'm going my way.
Finally it's my time to be lonely, and lost, unloved and I can't wait.
Please forget what I said. Please forget my letter. ( I'll find my way)
Every night I pray for you, I don't got no religion isn't that something
I'll miss those days. I...I...I'm not going half way!
Every night I pray for your. Don't believe in heaven.
Or that it could be a happy place.
I'm going away.
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2. |
Hug Me
03:25
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You're holding me close naked, I don't feel a thing
Your zippers are the cherry, but I don't feel anything
Your mind is stranded down now, I'm closing you in my arms
and I prefer overweight than plastic any day
Hug me 'til you drug me, honey, hug me anyway
Your eyes are dusty, dirt porn magazines
You're lazy, selfish, but you were raised that way
It's a whore that here was bred
I'll take your pants, you take my hair, and let us dance
And cheer to happy and depressed
Hug me 'til you drug me, honey, hug me
Drug me 'til you love me, honey, love me anyway
Wait, wait
I swear I've seen that face somewhere
It's the very face I fell for in the human race.
I can't lie, I was brainwashed to be honest
In this brave new world that slowly passes by
I'm a girl learning to act as planned
I was programmed to be Catholic but I ran
I changed my race, I changed my name
I prayed to them, "Please, what is brave"
I am loyal because I was simply raised that way
Hug me 'til you drug me, honey, hug me
Hug me 'til you suffocate me, hug me anyway
Wait, wait
I swear I've seen that face somewhere
It's the very face I fell for in the human race.
I can't lie, I was brainwashed to be honest
In this brave new world that slowly passes by
By the way, I never really liked your hands on me
Never liked your ideas of what's beautiful or real or truly holy
And I must say, you've thrown your apathy away
Grown back into your diapers, will you die first,
Before admit the truth?
Wait, wait
I swear I've seen that face somewhere
It's the very face I fell for in the human race
I can't lie, I was been brainwashed to be honest
In this brave new world that slowly passes by
I can't lie, I was brainwashed to be honest
In this brave new world that slowly passes by
I can't lie, I was brainwashed to be honest
In this brave new world that slowly passes by
Wait, wait
I swear I've seen that face somewhere
It's the very face I fell for in the human race
I can't lie, I was brainwashed to be honest
In this brave new world that slowly passes by.
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3. |
What If
03:24
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Stand tall
Head and shoulders down
They don't make'm like us anymore
You failed to see that I am not your shadow
I can be more
You said the world is hard to face
I am your umbrella, Megan
But I can keep up with it's pace
If you let me go
I was running to see you down the line
What if I've built up what was mine
What if I didn't forget passion like you did
What if I find my purpose first
What if I fulfill my life's work
What if you counting on my failure made me live
Not scared.
I know you thought I was shakin' fast in my own two shoes
But these soles could fight the ocean waves,
Dirty laundry, and world war II
Finally I see past my front hands
Not a coward's pissed-stained pants
Thank you for telling me I can't
Without you, I wouldn't be where I am
What if I see you down the line
What I took back my lost time
What if I didn't forget passion like you did
What if I find my purpose first
What if I fulfill my life's work
What if you counting on my failure made me live
If you see me again,
You won't know my face
But you'll recall my hurt
Inside of me, a side of you is placed
When I see you again,
I won't be bitter
You, you're so far to blame
You're part of this change
I (am ?)so much of you
I won't ever be the same
What if I see you down the line
What I took back what was mine
What if I didn't forget passion like you did
What if I find my purpose first
What if I fulfill my life's work
What if you counting on my failure made me live
What if you counting on my failure made me live
What if you counting on my failure made me live
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You best be quick you’ve got to run.
They’re coming at you with their guns.
They’re chasing after with their jail bars.
Ha ha.
Whoever thought we’d fall so far?
You’ve got to learn to act like God.
You rule the world, you give the word.
And if someone should fall behind,
just let their suffering slip your mind.
Are there Giants too in the dance?
’Cause this is about life and life isn’t about death.
Help me escape from lonely choirs.
Which only hollow voices sing.
I wonder who decides who wins, (The judges of mind, art, and skin).
In which we nod in agreement.
Are there Giants too in the dance?
’Cause this is about life and life isn’t about death.
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5. |
Inside My Head
04:23
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He's got inside my head
He's sleeping in my head
He's got hold of my hand
I am not anymore surprised at your phone calls at 4 in the morning
(Hello, hello)
You try to write me letters like you've transformed into Charles Dickens overnight or something
(Oh, I'm sorry)
And I doubt that you've considered that maybe,
Just maybe those genes that you were forced in,
Although heavy, are no excuse for your lack of trust in anyone, even you.
My boyfriend used my palm, as an ashtray,
And that was on his good days
My scar looks like a bear, or a rabbit
They said, "It's just his bad habits."
He's got inside my head
He's sleeping in my head
He's got hold of my hand
I'm not even scared to come cure your past,or try to reinvent it
(Just leave it alone)
I can be your lover, and your mother,
And your father who never really had to take you fishing or teach compassion
You used my voice as your spokesman
You couldn't walk on your own feet
Ain't that horrid
He's got inside my head
He's sleeping in my head
He's got hold of my hand
What's the use, I've caught the blindness
He's got inside my head
He's sleeping in my head
He's got hold of my hand
Are you going to tell me that you can't bear this weight that was a present 12 years from this day?
Well this town's on the edge of the dry, dry ocean,
And you're thinking you're immune to getting torn or more
Yeah...Yeah...
Come on
He's got inside my bed
He's sleeping in my head
He's got hold of my hand
He's got inside my bed
He's sleeping in my head
He's got hold of my hand
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6. |
Black Wedding
03:31
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You,
were unaware that diamonds came with debt.
Ironic sure, but that's the way it is,
got my vows off the internet.
You,
say crying weakens my immune system,
But don't forget that if you pray for me I'll pray for you and cash flow too,
why not?
I said, if you pray for me I'll pray for you and cash flow too, why not?
It was a black wedding,
you could hear the organs not,
The violins or the words the pope was saying.
It was a black wedding,
you could hear the organs but,
No drunken story or real hallelujahs.
Dumb people swore they saw the devil,
While most prayed they wouldn't last a winter.
It was a black wedding,
Throw those blessings all around.
So,
you're finally viewing this at 5 foot 6.
It's not all roses like your mama said,
We're not spoon fed anymore.
So you gonna tell
All our kids I was an accident?
Ironic true,
but that's the way you act when you're upset
So let's take this outside.
We see our mirrors from outside,
And he said we are only pride,
We stay hidden all our lives.
It was a black wedding,
you could hear the organs not,
The violins or the words the pope was saying.
It was a black wedding,
you could hear the organs but,
No drunken story or real hallelujahs.
Dumb people swore they saw the devil.
But most prayed they wouldn't last a winter.
It was a black wedding,
Throw those blessings all around.
What else is there to know when our Bible's here?
What else is there to know when our Bible's here?
There are no lies to find when the page is bare
What else is there to know when your tax is shared?
Outside,
we're seeing mirrors from outside
And he said we are only pride
We stay hidden all our lives
It was a black wedding,
You could heard the organs,play
Words the pope was saying
It was a black wedding, you could hear the organs but,
No drunken story or real hallelujahs.
The gravedigger said it's his cathedral
We drank holy water like the wedding supper
It was a black wedding,
Throw those blessings all around
(what else is there to know when you're bibles here?)
It was a black wedding,
Throw those blessings all around
(What else is there to know when you're tax is shared?)
It was a black wedding,
Throw those blessings all around
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7. |
Bored Of Your Love
03:02
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Did you think about what I said last night?
Knowing you, you probably didn't.
I could picture your face on the other side.
Completely oblivious.
Do you really feel like this love is real?
I wish I could join you.
I'm bored of your love
I'm bored of your face
I'm bored of your random all
over the place attitude
I'm bored of you
So, I thought about what you said last night
Normally I probably wouldn't
But something you said kept me up all night
I tried to sleep but I just couldn't
I hope you still feel like
this love is for real
'Cause I know that I do
I'm in love with your love
In love with your face
In love with almost everything that you say
Yes it's true
I'm in love with you
I'm bored with your love
(I'm in love with your love)
I'm bored of your face
(In love with your face)
I'm bored of your random all
over the place attitude
I'm bored of you
(I'm in love with you)
I wish you put effort in
trying to make this new
(I would if you asked me, I'd
do anything for you)
I wish we were strangers
(It's not like we're strangers)
In all the excitement we'd fall in love
(Guess that's it then)
Can I take you out just this one last time,
We could pretend I never met you
Well I'd love to, sounds like a lovely time,
But I'm sorry, I just can't let you
I'm bored of your love
I'm bored of your love
I'm up to my neck in this mess and I'm sorry
I'll remember your love
Remember your face
When it's over and done it
won't quite be the same
without you
I'll remember you
(I'll remember you)
I'll remember your love
Remember your face
When it's over and done it
won't quite be the same
without you
I'll remember you
(I'll remember you)
I'll remember you
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8. |
One Sail
04:20
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Never was a navy brat, but my father was, ya...
He warned me not to make friends with weather.
My love rests in a shipwreck.
With a compass in his head.
I’ll wait for him, like vultures wait for bodies.
Please send the wind out, I hear his voice now, at the bottom of the blue.
I’ll get my coat, it’ll be the second coming outside, when I return with you.
I’m a ship like you. One sail. One sea.
You and Me.
And I left my soul next to the shore.
One sail. One sea.
Wait with my face in sun.
That makes me look less young.
I miss your half- Irish grin, and our love is growing upside down.
They say you’ll never make it home!
But I will wait, won’t bury your clothes.
Please send the wind out, and bring him back now,
because he is to me my life.
Think about sinking down.
Think about all of it.
Think his face drowning out.
I think of it all
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I’ve got my same old nose and no cheekbones.
I’ve got my stomach rolls, rather bare wardrobe.
They’ve got seven floors, one on the east coast.
Why they grin so wide, they’ve got their visions no one knows.
Chorus:
I think I’m on the bright side.
Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time.
I hope I’m on the bright side.
What beauty is today is a fake from what’s inside.
My teeth are yellow stars sleeping in my jaws, while their lips enlarged, in a constant pout.
They’re the types of girls who hide their wedding rings, if it doesn’t match their clothes.
They’ve got their visions no one knows.
And why we’re patient no one knows.
Chorus:
I think I’m on the bright side.
Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time.
I hope I’m on the bright side.
What beauty is today is a fake from what’s inside.
Learn to let go of tired skin.
It’s just a fence to hold me in.
I ask for a closing statement.
I ask for just one prayer that I can put me into.
We’re the most modern man machines.
Under our masks not what we seem.
We must not sleep underneath the slow and steady descent of the fools upstairs.
Chorus:
I think I’m on the bright side.
Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time.
I hope I’m on the bright side.
What beauty is today is a fake from what’s inside.
on the bright side.
Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time.
I hope I’m on the bright side.
What beauty is today is a fake from what’s inside.
I’ve got my same old nose and no cheekbones.
(I think I’m on the bright side.)
My teeth are yellow stars sleeping in my jaws,
(I think I’m on the bright side.)
They’ve got seven floors, one on the east coast.
(I think I’m on the bright side.)
They’re the types of girls who hide their wedding rings,
(I think I’m on the bright side.)
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10. |
Agree To Disagree
03:41
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Your house, the coffee tastes like dirt
Not because I'm hurt, no. That's just what it tastes like
Dirt roads, remind me of my skin
Not because I'm wasting away
With the gravel you grounded, that's what it feels like
I won't be sorry, won't go moping around
In fact I'm doing quite well for now
There's something about giving up, it sounds so bitter sweet
Think I'll throw in the towel right now
I'll lay low on the ground and I'll be on my feet
When I can breathe, when I'm good and ready
This tree, lovers heart engraved
Not because I'm lonely, just because I hate it
Sunshine digs underneath my nails
Not because I'm burning all my hopes
Scorching all my faith, as far as I can tell
I'm not bitter, I'm not mouthing out words
Look at my face, believe me now
There's something about giving up, that sounds so bitter sweet
Think I'll throw in the towel right now (But fold it nice and neat)
I'll lay low on the ground and I'll be on my feet
When I can breathe, when I'm good and ready
There's something about giving up, that sounds so bitter sweet
Think I'll throw in the towel right now
I'll lay low on the ground and I'll be on my feet
When I can breathe, when I'm good and ready
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11. |
Fighting For Nothing
04:25
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When I was younger, I wish that I would have known better.
Better love makes a fat romance, that lasts for more than a shoe shine.
I’m older, took all the words of my mother, saying,
It could be worse, could be born with that disease, instead of catching it first.
So let’s go back, to the first time, that I met you, in your Chevy, with your hands stretched, and me crying, screaming, “Mercy. Mercy.”
But I know that, I was put here, to fight Vikings, in the cold war, with my arms out, in the front lines, singing, “Dare me. Dare me.”
But these things take time love.
These things take backbone.
And they’ll tell you what you want to hear ’cause they think it’s better. Better.
But you better know how to point out the liars.
You’ve got to weigh your wars make sure you’re not fighting for nothing. Nothing.
Are you fighting for nothing?
It feels like this world has been growing slowly upside down.
Maybe I should move to China, and straighten this mess out.
Maybe I’ll be a poet.
Watch all the sky for falling words.
And write about my grandma’s curtains, or the lady who put the Chinese buffet in her purse.
I’ve got my mouth.
It’s a weapon. It’s a bombshell. It’s a cannon. I’ve got my words.
I won’t give them mercy. Mercy. I’ve got my words. I hope they hurt you.
I hope they scar you. I hope they heal you.
I hope they cut you open, make you see you’ve been warring for all the wrong reasons.
Make you see that some things are worth bruising for.
Make you see that your name is your honor code.
Make you see that your hands you’re accounted for.
Pick and choose where your sweat and your blood will go.
Make you see your life’s not to be lived alone.
Run their spit through your hair, you’re worth nothing. Nothing.
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12. |
Kiss You Goodnight
04:07
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I don’t care to know, the time on the wall.
The placement of my shoes, on the wood floor.
The last boat has left. Can’t carry you afloat.
I fear the empty, wet bed. The empty grey coat.
And I won’t go till you’re asleep.
You open your mouth, like an asthma attack, you repeat,
“If all that you take from this is courage, then I’ve no regrets.”
I wanted to kiss you goodnight.
No longer can pretend, it won’t cave in and will be alright.
I wanted to save this last light.
With dawn comes certainty of what we’ll be, for now hold me lightly.
I look to the floor.
Your hair like cut grass.
Your vomit it forms, a gold chain ’round your neck.
I won’t wake you up. No need for last words.
These last idle hours. More than I deserve.
“...You take from this is, courage than I’ve no regrets.”
Don’t settle for less again. You’ve become more than I could have become for you.
Could have inspired to be. Hesitation will leave dents on the walls and the rail.
And your scent will leave me with more faith in myself.
I wanted to kiss you goodnight. No longer can pretend
It won’t cave in and will be alright.
Wanted to tell you I lied.
I said I’d make it through this world alright, but I don’t care to try.
I’d make it through this world alright, but I don’t care to try.
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13. |
Here, Here and Here
04:14
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The time of my life, a record of myself
An accurate sketch of perfect health
A roof on my head, shoes on my feet
Plenty of room, plenty to eat
Been very far, made lots of friends
And I love my mother, hope to see her again
I'm a wanderer now, sorrow befalls me
I laugh often so I suppose I'm gonna be fine
Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing"
And that's all we do
We just write and play and write and play and write and...
Here, here and here
He pointed to his heart and mind and ears
He said "here, here and here"
He pointed to his heart and mind and ears
Here, here and here
He pointed to his heart and mind and ears
He said "here, here and here"
He pointed to his heart and mind and ears
Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (Here, here and here)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)
Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (Here here and here)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)
Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (Here, here and here)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)
Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (Here here and here)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)
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