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Time Is Not A River
04:19
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Bastard son of a mother on the run
Told time like the future through the barrel of a gun
When you tell the truth you’re bound to get shot
Damn the weather whether you like it or not
Let me tell you again
Hey, you’ve got the right to be gone
But I didn’t write every wrong or sing every song about you
Bastard sun of a culture on the cure
Time is not a river despite all the things you’ve heard
When you’re telling lies you’re bound to get by
Curse your luck whether you luck out or not
Let me tell you again
Hey, you’ve got the right to be gone
But I didn’t write every wrong or sing every song about you
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Shit Eater
04:02
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All you poets think you know it, it’s all Huck Finn and no Tom Sawyer
(All you poets you think that you know it)
All you lawyers high on fire, I’ll meet you down in the pyre
(All you lawyers high on fire)
Come on set yourself on fire
With my mouth full of shit, I’m starting to look like you
All you lovers run for cover, it’s all sunshine until you suffer
(All you lovers)
Come on lover, run for cover
With my mouth full of shit, I’m starting to look like you
You said, “you think you know it”
“You think you know me?”
With my mouth full of shit, I’m starting to look like you
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3. |
Feel The Moon
02:44
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Don't want to age gracefully
Old bones don't suit me
Let's go out in a blaze of glory
Close your mind, and don't worry
Take a drink from that cup
Feel the moon lift you up
And pull you down, next to me
Fall in love, nothing's for free
Hey, if you're out there I could sure use some help
To do what's right without feeling left out
Or they'll be nothing left to feel right about
Tie a string around my throat
So you remember me the most
I'll hang around, can you feel me?
I'll be the stars up on your ceiling
Hey, if you're out there I could sure use some help
To do what's right without feeling left out
Or they'll be nothing left to feel right about
I wouldn't do well as old bones
Hey, if you're out there I could sure use some help
To do what's right without feeling left out
Or they'll be nothing left to feel right about
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Digging Up Old Bones
03:34
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The Beatles already did it so I might as well get stoned
And I’m feeling so alien maybe I should phone home
You told me, “Stop singing about ghosts”
So I’ll start digging up bones, oh yeah
I love you by the moon, I hate you by the sun
Roll me over Beethoven, I’m the chosen one
I told you, “Stop chasing them ghosts”
You’re impressing no one, oh yeah
You know what I want, I know what you need
We just want to feel something, they all believe in
You’re playing the victim but I’m just playing house
I’m 50 Marshall stacks, you’re quiet as a mouse
I told them to cut the lights
But you’re still acting out, oh yeah
You know what I want, I know what you need
We just want to feel something, they all believe in
You’d rather act like you’re alive
But it looks to me like we’re a dying breed
Love can come and love will go
It will always show off its snarling teeth
You know what I want, you know what I need
You just want to be someone that I believe
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Houdini
03:05
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Now you see me, now you don’t
Just leave your death on the basement floor
I want to be hit not missed but I feel like John The Baptist
Every single thing you touch turns to shit
I don’t want to hear it
I don’t want to hear it
I don’t want to fear it
Said you felt it but now you don’t
Just leave your noose on the bedroom door
I want to believe I’m missed but I feel like John The Baptist
Every single thing you touch turns to shit
I don’t want to hear it
I don’t want to hear it
I don’t want to fear it
I don’t want to be your man
Fairweathered friend out on the lam
Take a ride, passerby, seek and hide
Straight into the void of the spirtless
I don’t want to hear it
I don’t want to fear it
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All Is Not Lost
03:54
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Brooklyn Bridge
03:41
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You crossed me once, you’ll cross me again.
The road less travelled is a fairweathered friend. Oh, Brooklyn Bridge.
I’m afraid of failure, I’m afraid to begin.
Turned out like a boy scout with no patch to stitch in. Oh, Brooklyn Bridge.
If you’re falling to the ground, just build it up.
If you’re falling to the ground, just build it up.
If you’re falling to the ground, Brooklyn Bridge is falling down.
Just Build it up.
You crossed me once, you’ll cross me again.
I’ve walked down roads, always know where they end. Oh, Brooklyn Bridge.
I sold my soul to the company man.
Walked out to sea to see what she meant. Oh, Brooklyn Bridge.
If you’re falling to the ground, just build it up.
If you’re falling to the ground, just build it up.
If you’re falling to the ground, Brooklyn Bridge is falling down.
Just Build it up.
You crossed me once, you’ll cross me again.
The road less travelled is a fairweathered friend.
If you’re falling to the ground, just build it up.
If you’re falling to the ground, just build it up.
If you’re falling to the ground, Brooklyn Bridge is falling down.
Just Build it up.
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8. |
Baby, Yer So Rich
03:34
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Baby, everyone's so rich, and so well read
So good looking, and so well fed
But, I'm just old rags, that you won't wear
But I can turn, turn, turn, into a good angle
But somebody already loves me
Somebody just like you
Baby, everyone's extinct and so alone
Here comes your man, he's on his phone
But somebody already loves me
Somebody's already thinking of me
Somebody just like you
You're just sad eyes, that keep on falling down
You can cry some passage home
But somebody already loves me
But somebody already loves me
Somebody's already thinking of me
Somebody just like you
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Grow your hair long, passed your shoulders
Where it come from, grow it until you're a little older
Let your guard down, peacetime soldier
Put your hands up waving white flags, if you're feeling a little bolder
The war is over, but I didn't feel the shock
Got caught up in lightning and the thunderous talk
You're going to change either way
I'm all bad vibrations, you're all bad luck
Bad news for the good ones, if I'm gone than you're the sun
Burned out like a star now, so there was no love lost
I believe in nothing, she fumbles through the signs of the cross
You'll stay the same either way
I'm all bad vibrations, you're all bad luck
Bad news for the good ones, if I'm gone than you're the sun
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10. |
Lose Your Head
03:23
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Hallowed be thy name, past or presence it’s all the same.
If you’re calling out for me, I’ll be howling out in vane.
Don’t lose your head.
All hail the music man, traitor don’t you hear the way he sang?
If you’re singing out in the middle of the night then death to all the ones who sold out the light.
Don’t lose your head.
Don’t lose your head, don’t you come around here again.
You’re gonna lose your head if you come around here again.
I will destroy you, I’ll be the man who.
I will destroy you, I’ll be the man who.
Sells myself off to, those who consumed you.
I will destroy you, I’m howling out for you.
Don’t lose your head.
Don’t lose your head, don’t you come around here again.
You’re gonna lose your head if you come around here again.
You’re gonna lose your head.
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Stone & Undulation
03:53
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Wanna feel so good it hurts,
Wanna get paid but I don’t want to work
Wanna live before I die, do some drugs and kiss the sky
Wanna float out passed the light
Wanna get fucked up and become the night
Wanna die by your side, when Jesus comes I won’t hide
These are a few of my favorite things
But I’ve never done any of them
Gonna be someone tonight, gonna get messed up and die
Wanna be the man my father was
Don’t wanna be a casualty of the cause
Wanna live forever in the past
But the truth is coming down on me fast
Wanna be right about everything
Never seen a fight that I cannot win
Hail, Hail rock and roll, when Jesus comes I won’t go
These are a few of my favorite things
But I’ve never done any of them
Gonna be someone tonight, gonna get messed up and die
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12. |
Your Shadow
04:41
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I want to meet somebody new so I can
pretend to be somebody else for a while
I want to fall in love again so I can
pretend to love the man that I’ve become
I’m my father’s son, I’m a child again
I want to be your shadow so I can
hurt the ones who’ve put you down and sold you out
I want to believe in something else
but I’m just rotting meat that swears and sleeps until you’ve gone
it won’t be long till I’m judged for these things
Come on come and get me, strike me down, cut off my head
Feeling like a zombie, wandering like the living dead
Maybe I’ll be better on the other side
I want to meet someone old so I can
pretend that you’re the one who’s changed the most
I think I want to cry this time so I can
Feel the hate that navigates you back to me
The hate you feel is trying to find a home
Come on come and get me, strike me down, cut off my head
Feeling like a zombie, wandering like the living dead
Maybe I’ll be better on the other side
I want to be your shadow
I don’t want to be all alone
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13. |
YPT
05:30
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14. |
Born To Lose
01:54
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Looking so thin, but I feel so heavy
Can you bear the weight that lies on me?
I've only got eyes for you
But they're out late looking for some clues
Clue me in, I'm not here to win
Are you looking to lose?
Spirits got me haunted, I don't care
Calling out Hail Mary's, but no one's there
I've only got one life to live
But I'm sleeping late, you've got to get to give
Give me something, I'm not here to win
Are you looking to lose?
I'll be your dog, but I won't roll over
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