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This Is How We Say Hello
03:15
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thunder, and lighting/the heat rushing past/I feel better/in the rain/it’s frightening/I know/the feeling of going/down the drain/earth to bone/shake windows/break them/they can’t hold/this is how we say hello
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Busy Man, Busy Hands
03:38
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mold your shapes/and dilate/from top of town/you number crunching hound/busy hands /for the busy man/but don’t forget the china in the corners of your state/untouched breakables that should hold a heavy weight/that a bull like you could hammer gone with your clumsy gait/but you get off on that /it’s all fair game/when you don't know their names/sweep them out of sight/those mice don’t have the right/I’m a busy man/I got busy plans/but don’t forget the people in the corners of your state/balancing on ledges holding on to what you’d break/while you’re keen on cutting figures /keeping everything you take/gonna call you out on that/and you like to keep busy/but you don’t know how to stop/so put down your hands /this old pottery will stand up and walk if we watch/I can get that
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I wanna be your Ronald Reagan/your detente’/your kingpin/I’m gonna thaw you/until the sun goes down/I wanna be your /Ronald Reagan/I wanna be your/cold war cowboy/your pin-up/poster-toy/close my eyes until I speak the truth/gonna lie until I speak the truth/and ride on, into the sunset/throw it on the dinner table/somebody else will see/I’m not me/I wanna be your self-sacrifice/follow the stars to a cut out christ/I’m hung up baby and it’s all for you/oh darling it’s all for you/(just don’t look behind the alter)/I wanna be your Ronald Reagan/your Teflon man/unshaken/gonna leave everything behind/drop the ball/have a real good time/I wanna be your Ronald Reagan
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When I Come To
04:54
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I'm dreaming in circles I'm wishing in wells/I'm building up a fortress for my personal cell/I can't look at the surface/she's beautiful too/gonna stay inside this coma/if I can't stay with you/step inside my heart/with those high heels diggin in/rip it all apart/start all over again/well it's okay/I can't feel it anyways/cause what i see/isn't exactly what you'll do/when I come to/I'm talking in circles/I'm convincing myself/that this just ain't over/that this/will all work out/while you’re crossing my borders/I'm looking the other way/and when I turn around/I won't know what to say/please paint me this picture/paint it for this fool/gonna stare at it forever/till the colours fade to you/well it's okay/I can't feel it anyways/wake up now
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A Real Mean Slow Song
05:51
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it hangs in the air/in this room/and these chairs/the space between you and me/we don’t speak and it kills/like the ice in my drink/melts so slowly/but it sure does love lips company/I’m sure we’d all love some company /to melt quickly/now I’m shaken/it’s stuck in my head/my mouth is a clumsy stone/oh sweet distraction/please lend me a hand/it comes in the form of a phone/now everyone is dancing/why can’t we kick in/you keep clicking your purse a mile a minute/you’re impatient/and this slow dance /won’t end/and I swear I saw the minute hand/curl back/the questions on my tongue/the song/has already passed/now they’re jumpin’/and you wanna jump in/your eyes /flying around the room/well get off your chair /I’ll still be here/a statue/and I missed my chance/and I knew how to dance/a real mean slow song/or at least could of sang along/or at least you could of sang along/opened your mouth and sang along/sing with me
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Cold Cold Blues
02:41
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I gotta feel something soon/or I'll go insane/I can't tell my head from my toes/and everybody knows that's how you feel too/you got the cold cold blues/don't matter if it's hot/raining, sleet, or frigid snow/I'm always at an all time low/just like the classic hero/knows he's gonna lose/I've got the cold cold blues/a frosted pin drop could be heard from inside my head/it's my own personal bed/and I always feel that hollow chill before the sleep ensues/I've got the cold cold blues/these empty words flow of this empty page/I pause to see if I can relate/but I can't complete this crossword that's got no clues/I’ve got the cold cold blues/and your cold cold heart/and your cold cold head/knows no bounds/it’s just stuck by this weightlessness/that keeps you awake/staring off into space/we are off into space/hold me down
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Your Time To Sunshine
03:56
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well this is where the boat will sink/so deep from the dock /keep the woman and children off/the captain’s going down with it/a couple more years/he’d have enough of this shit anyways/but come on now/it’s your time to sunshine/they’re all looking at you/like you’re alright/they’re all looking at you/like you know how to swim/don’t you fuck it up/give yourself some fins/well this is where the plane will crash/8 miles from the runway/through your heart and your head/tell the passengers it’s not your fault/and eject/but come now/it’s your time to sunshine/they’re all looking at you/like you’re all right/they’re all looking at you/like a bird with big wings/don’t you fuck it up/call yourself a starling/you’re no legally binding document but you always make me throw in my two cents/I don’t have a plan/well this is where I’ll write down/well come on now/it’s your time to sunshine /they’re looking at you/like you’ve gone blind/they’re looking at you/like some china doll fake/don’t you fuck it up/give your head a shake
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Bring Your Own Light
03:22
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all the poets are getting laid tonight/their sonnets show their spent time/under their sleeves/are just more lines you can read/so lay on down with these worn pages/and make sure the room is lit up right/to your own light/bring your own light/so we can’t hide/all the philanthropists are getting proposed to/with big ideas that they did not choose to preach/but it’s eating up their ink/so spill your eyes over the process/try and make sense of the prose/there’s something there/make you want to feel/bring your own light/so we can’t hide/and all the books are getting read tonight/bring your own light/so we can’t hide/and all those love songs are gonna eat your heart out/so come back with a pen/and write it, (just write it)
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here, I stand next to the giants/they lay on their mountain bed and never say a thing/so I sing/a song into their able hands/about the leaves that are falling off of me/when I was just a plant/I'd look for the places that I couldn't reach/but here/I stand next to these giants/they lay on their mountain bed/and don't even speak/well I know you’ve got those ancient plans/to sleep, and sink into the land/but it’s getting tough/and we're not big enough/they dream, they whimper in their sleep/the grass grows when the giants weep/but they still hold to their hill/it trickles down, that golden reprimand/you left champagne for the bridge hand/but now he can't even build(he’s drunk out of his will)/so here, I sit next to the giants/their tongues are stuck in their ivory teeth/so I sing/a name into each their heads/they move their eyes from their mountain bed/and blink/well I know you’ve got those ancient plans/to sleep, and sink into the land/but it’s getting tough/and we're not big enough (and we’re not)
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I read the news/I read the news/I always say I do/I can play linguistics/just check my tongue for it/run around symbolic/this ink is going nowhere/but I can turn my head/and close my ears/ain’t it weird?/I can chew you out of tune/sell it on a paper plate/and throw your pretty had away/cause you’re just having a bad day/you’re just having a bad day/but I can roll my eyes/and shine my teeth/ain’t that mean?/ I can blind further than you can
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