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Jackson Purchase Intro
03:11
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do you remember when the winter was over?
you would have had it either way,
but you'd taken enough, you'd seen enough
and you wanted to stay.
do you feel lost when the wind blows?
it's a room in the back that we all know.
well, we're going for gold, so,
believe, that you can do it,
cause you can do it.
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11 : 38
04:53
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Beekeeper
04:48
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alright,
it takes your breath, takes a thought, takes a toll, then it takes all my time away
take this season to enjoy the leaves, the quiet things, its gradual,
that I leave a part of it, in everything
It's dangerous to still feel this way our age,
man, I hope so and I start after that
thats the importance of keeping paths open to get yourself back
an optional thought you had,
a way of getting some of that back
give me back what I sold to stay in the game, and take all my time away.
I used it to cope, now the pipers come home, it takes all my time away
Idle hands are the devils tools, uses them to craft impulse buys
they are in stock round the clock
every year, every day, every night.
unpacking boxes early mornings, all the christmases and halloweens.
because of convenience, I ignored what felt the best for me.
I think it's time for me to go. I think it's time for me to leave.
Fate stalls, it drags us on
it takes all my time away
Love lines under the dirty carpet I guess
I'm sorry for projecting such a pessimistic message.
I knew what it did to you.
Into unpolluted space it crawled,
bringing hate to your temple, your homes and your cars
I knew none of it was true.
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4. |
And, So It Goes
05:28
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5. |
French Exit
04:01
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6. |
Jolly Green Planet Earth
05:04
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7. |
Rewards Card
06:02
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locked that box, shovel down and home by 8
paved the grounds, to make sure that was where it'd stay
don't get stuck in something that you hate to make a sell
my most honest smiles and times were spent in days
spiraled out, trying to find a place it all could stay
and wondering if it felt that way for everybody else
I sat down on an empty porch to have a thought
and sort things out, waiting for the race to start
and drifted off, woke up there at noon all by myself
watch some stray cats dig through trash and then move on
think of things to say if someone comes along
goddamn, ain't it hard to feel that all by yourself?
the silent proper nouns that weren't on the map
I guess we were all just kind of betting that
life would have some way of taking care of that itself
the amount of nights that it took to feel like that
deafening screams, a few words hit me from the back
"tell us as fast as you can!" I can, I can, I can't think
when my cavalry's singing "oh, time has made a fool of me"
(fate stalls) stall and we start, all that we are
(wait, hope) in leafless oaks, tired and alone
(fate stalls) where time and life could stop and say
"wait, it's wrong, for now it could"
someday it won't
ring a lot of doorbells, carry around a baseball bat
I bet it's mail in three rooms of hell fighting your battles like that
tell me you forgot to set the clock back, tell me that you'll be here soon
I've seen a lot of parking lots, I've seen a lot of waiting rooms.
the scarecrow fell down, I'm the only one still talking about it
plane it went down, I'm the only one still up all night fighting this
people get so lost when they're going through the motions
I'm sitting in a field, thinking about the ocean
I'm writing these equations by the post with the light
with the blood on my hands and the power of hindsight
but hovering above this town won't do a damn thing for me now
life gets packed in boxes from ceiling to the floor
in places you won't find yourself pinned down in anymore
if it gets kept a secret, it's one that's only there for you
and it won't ever be too far a walk and won't be further from the truth
I dragged a part of you through ever day I had
just in case you needed it back
I keep the ground from filling up with dirt and twigs
just in case you hate yourself for losing it
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8. |
The London Blitz
03:20
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9. |
As Above, So Below
05:48
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first name basis with the folks
of the shadowed streets of away and nowhere
if it can't be left when you come back down,
don't go up the stairs
and one spark can start the fire
on the most inconvenient night
and a dozen more could have us laughing
while the whole property burns down
well, we stopped one night last month
and the floor had finally gave out
and our feet had said enough,
and I successfully crawled out.
it was hard to tell, from the bottom of the well
so, we took it to the mountaintop for quite the spell
like, if we thought long and hard enough, we'd bend the spoon
we ought to throw more than "man, I hope so"'s at this thing
and soon
lamps at the library before we had morning coffee
I flip Quarters at the driveway I still can't decide
rearranging furniture in the living room,
I combed the catacombs for clues and came out bone dry.
gavin "dry bones" just went overboard and swam back to the ship there's a rule that we all go by he doesn't follow, doesn't get
some truly do forget the way, most just let the darkness have them
nothing lurking in the forest, so who's to blame for all these problems?
a light flips on at the front porch
one hand from out of the well,
that information is so good to have
but it hurts as much as it helps
right place, right time, right people, right time
right place, wrong time, wrong time
right place, wrong time, wrong people, wrong time
wrong message, wrong time, wrong time, wrong time
(Well, you see, they're cultivated so much to this false belief that it doesn't matter what you put in, you're not going to change. Well, you need to fix that, ok? That's can be fixed because change is made for us.)
(Now we cannot---engage a broken world and fix what we don't think is broken. Why fix it, if its not broke? It's broken. Those are not just pretty words, we're not having a "nice mission statement", these are your lives! Take it!)
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there's a blue luminescent glow coming off the radio
and the man inside has called for sunny skies for all involved
and there's a little red firefly jumping out the side window
and the blue lights flying by you try to make it out alive
but today's just not your day you just seem to get in your own way
another setback after setback, your to bogged down to tell
that now you're off and on your way but so haunted in the way
you get set back, knocked a step back
then you wonder to yourself
how'd you get so far from home?
frightened and alone in the cold
nowhere to go but to dig a little deeper now
are you shaking from a loss of control?
that sting in the back of your throat
nipping at the tip of your tongue
you've still got a little way,
a little way to go
it's terrifying trying to keep yourself together, man
got a little way, a little way to go
it's awfully tiring trying to
get yourself together, man
when the police come to my house,
I note step patterns that they take
tactically throughout the driveway
and wait for the front windows to break
and try to think of what I could possibly say
when I look to the sky and I don't feel the same
long way around, it's permanent construction
it's a old white shirt, the places you grew up in
and I watch the trucks roll out, the survivors swim,
not sure when they or I will be back again
tired, tried, tongue-tied, we let it die
i'll say its pure circumstantial
oh, the things we do to keep from going home
sometimes I think there's no answer
it's the last scene of the slasher flick
he's in the morning mist
there's a killing to be drawn out
I thought I didn't need anybody behind me
now all I want to do is make them proud
and we will see what this mystery has been all about
but right now the papers are scattered around
and the car has left us broke down somewhere very, very strange.
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