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Let's Stick Together
04:14
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Let's stick together. Let's stand around.
While the police are cordoning off the whole area
Let's stand in raincoats and watch it go down
Let's stand on the edge of your stoop on 17th street
As the demonstration marches by
Let's be the ones they cannot figure out.
Let's skip town when things get hot
Some things are worth standing trial for,
Some are not.
I'm in this to run off with you anyway.
Let's go to the edge of the map,
To a second rate town
To a dirty old bar
The kind with linoleum curling the floor
And things that are pickled and sold out of jars
Let's spend more than one afternoon drawing on napkins there
Making our plans, making out
You say that it's who controls history's the problem.
Let's give the new world a try
I wonder what you'd be like in the country.
I haven't been through not near enough crimes yet, I know.
But I'm certain I'll do whatever it takes if we go.
Let's stick together. Let's stand around
While the police are cordoning off the whole area
Let's stand in raincoats and watch it go down
You say that it's who controls history's the problem
You say that they smile and there's fur on their teeth
You say that my silence is reactionary
And i just say nothing. i just watch you leave
I say I've been saying the same thing for months now:
All that i want is you day after day
And I've already changed all that's inside me
Do whatever you want, do whatever you say.
You say that I'm weak when it comes to commitment
I talk of explosives and changing the world
But i'll just stand there and watch from the cordon
I'll watch you leave without saying a word.
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2. |
Fighting and Fun
03:56
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I’m here for fighting and fun
I don’t mean to scare you
But you’re hot as an oven
And everyone’s got stories so i’m sure you’ve got one
But i’m here for fighting and fun
I know you wake up in the night
I know you come out here and turn on the light
I don’t know what you think about when you do it
I don’t ask. I don't want to know
I know you think all kinds of things
I see where your eyes go when I shouldn't be looking
They look like another with a thousand years of worry
But i’m only here for one thing and you know it.
I’m here for fighting and fun
I don’t mean to scare you but you’re hot as a button
Everyone’s got secrets, and I”m probably one of your secrets
I don’t ask cause I don’t want to know
If I ask you then I’ll never leave.
A heart bound for heartache is a heart on your sleeve
And i know you think I hear the things that you whisper at night
But no.
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3. |
Out Of This
04:08
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You made your plans with me in pencil on the day I said I'd had enough.
We both read a whole lot into that
I just blew up too many times to feel like this could be love
But i guess I should have had a better plan for that.
You’re right. I spoke too soon, and I acted too fast
I didn’t know what else to do.
I couldn't find a way to tell you
That I miss you, though you’re sitting here,
‘cause I feel like i can’t talk to you
But Oh....Maybe there’s a way out of this
Maybe there’s a way to feel the way we felt after all those fights
Maybe there’s a way past all of this
I can’t get over this tonight.
But now the damage is done and the most final words have been spoken,
Like a formality.
It’s like i’m sitting in the burned out shell of a house
Still trying to think about how to insulate the walls against the wood stove’s heat.
I’m trying to figure these things out
You say that "figuring out’ isn’t what we’re here for."
You’ve got a way of speaking the truth that makes it feel like a punishment.
But Oh...
Oh but you’re always right and I’m always over thinking.
I get so tired of saying sorry when i don’t know what I did to you
Are you scared of telling me what’s on your mind?
I’m scared of telling you what’s on my mind
What’s on my mind: Not all endings feel this terrible; not all endings feel like this; no, not all endings feel this terrible; I’m older, so I know; I’m pretty sure this is the worst that I have felt.
But oh…
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4. |
Field of Vision
04:08
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In my field of vision I can see the traffic forming
In my field of vision
In my field of vision I can see the traffic forming
In my field of vision I can see the traffic forming
In my field of vision I can see the traffic forming
In my field of vision
In my field of vision I can see a beauty crying
In my field of vision
In my field of vision I can see a beauty crying
In my field of vision I can see a beauty crying
In my field of vision I can see a beauty crying
In my field of vision
In my field of vision I can see a lonely winter
In my field of vision
In my field of vision I can see a lonely winter
In my field of vision I can see a lonely winter
In my field of vision I can see a lonely winter
In my field of vision
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5. |
Somebody Else
06:30
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I cut and run because I could not feel ridiculous with you
Though I doubt that’s what I told you on the phone
Now some time has passed and I’ve had plenty moments to review
And I find myself ridiculous alone
But go. Go away
Let somebody else love you
Somebody else will love you better anyway
Anyway
You seem unmoved by my affection for you
Though I admit
I notice more when I’m afraid
The part I wrote for you is longer than the one you played, I know
Whose fault is it when elephants fall down?
Try to keep the room around them so orderly and clean
And when they go the sound they make is thunder
Anyway
the words they use for it now make it easier, I guess
though I admit
I never found it hard to say
So glad you had a last word planned to say
So bridges form connections. bridges stay.
So fields of vision turn into bad dreams
And new worlds can’t contain old pleasantries
Go on and leave this platform, board your train,
And go away
Let somebody else love you (somebody else will love you better anyway).
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6. |
I Am Temporary
03:14
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I’m the greatest singer in the world
No one approaches me
All alone
No one approaches me
And it’s lonely
Of all the people on this train
I can’t be the only one
Who’s unsure of the bargain.
So Stand and Go
I’m the greatest singer in the world
No one approaches me.
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8. |
Cigarette Lessons
06:05
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You said that I would always be the one.
You said things were never quite so fun
as when I came around.
The Rite Aid’s parking lot. The summer’s wet.
Endless waiting, endless rumors, endless cigarettes.
Tracy heard that you were spiritual and bad.
But you said my pale complexion made you smile.
You said you had some things to settle
But in a little while,
In a little while you’d have me come around
'Cause when I came around I gave you
The answers to the questions that all made you
confused and think you’d always be ‘depraved.’
You had better things inside you,
You just knew it,
And I showed you,
When I came around for you
You were over the summer before.
Oh but that was before
I could notice you,
Or I could be noticed by anyone.
Older brothers are such a bore.
I can count out on fingers the times that you had me alone
But I won’t trade those for my whole hand.
‘Cause I”ve had my own secrets since then.
Something only mine: How my body was possessed then.
There in the dark of that shed.
Though I’d already stopped believing most of the things you said.
You said when I came around I gave you
That ‘fleeting set of feelings’ that you ‘craved’
You had other plans before me but you’d make do
‘Cause nothing could compare to how i made you feel
When I came around for you
You said it’s not a lie if we stay quiet.
You said we could stop at any time but we should try it
We should try it
You said there’s lots of ways to pray.
And I had just learned to smoke.
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9. |
This Machine
03:39
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This machine is a positive action machine
There’s no regretting from now on
And this machine’s hell bent on heaven
Or whatever else that you do for fun
This machine can play “100,000 Fireflies” for you
Or “The House of the Rising Sun.”
This machine
Was privileged enough to know you some in private
This machine knows you’re complex
This machine has traded on experience and all the jokes it knows to Make you smile
And offer up your love
This machine’s hell bent on heaven
Or whatever facsimile you’ve got
This machine’s prone to explosions
Yes you know that this machine runs hot
This machine’s hell-bent on heaven
Or whatever facsimile you’ve got
This machine wants all the favors in the world called in and stacked up
By the piles of shoulds and oughts
And I know you cried
I know I said a lot of things to hurt your ego
And I know your heart got broken
But a heart’s a puzzle we can solve
If the right combination of words can get spoken
And this machine’s hell bent on heaven
Or whatever else that you do for fun
This machine can play “100,000 fireflies”
But this machine needs you to run
At least your memory. this machine needs you to run
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