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Downer
03:33
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I can't help being a downer,
I can't help being uncool,
I can't help being helpless when I walk into school.
If I sound like a cynic
When I say altruism's dead,
I can't help all the crazy thoughts that pop into my head.
There is a hole,
Running through my head, which makes me cold;
It wasn't made by lead, but I'm not old.
Not ready to be dead.
There is a hole
Running through my head.
I have been waiting
For far too long.
I haven't written
A decent song.
When I record them
It just sounds wrong.
It makes me feel like
A half-rate con.
And I'm still searching
For harmony
A sense of balance,
A jubilee.
A celebration
Of melody.
A shining beacon
For all to see.
I see the sky-
Radiant and blue.
I can't resist
Comparing it to you.
I can't resist
Leaving this all behind.
Because to me
Out of sight is out of mind.
It's not alright to lie and say your problems are all mental…
You might as well explode and chalk it up to "incidental."
Ideally I'd have my troubles taken by their horns,
But they continue charging on, forgotten and forlorn.
I'll be you if you'll be me
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She's in love with hardware
She's in love with nuts and bolts and gears
She's in love with hardware
She's forgotten blood and flesh and tears
And to her, nothing's hotter than an LCD TV
She's in love with hardware,
Not in love with me.
Like a frosted window,
Or a dusty antique clock,
For all the innuendo,
What she wants is lots of caulk.
And to her, nothing's hotter than a wooden Shaker seat.
She's in love with hardware,
Not humanity.
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3. |
Tunicate
02:40
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Ain’t got no passion, yeah I ain’t got no hate
And for that I am a tunicate
Ain't got no qualities, I ain't got no traits
And for that, I am inanimate
Living my life as I do, happily
Totally cut off from society
I have settled solitarily
On my own, not in a colony
All alone
All alone
I do my best work on my own
All alone
All alone
I think my best thoughts off the phone
Hear you me
Hear you me
It's just coincidence, you see.
It's only a self-deprecating blow.
And ev'ry weekend, I'm sitting here at home
Far beneath the waves and crashing foam.
Feeding on the dust that fills up the sea
Sadly, it is all that I can see
Haven't a body, no I haven't a bone
Might as well be just a fleshy cone
All I do is sleep and moan and shit
And occasionally, I groan and sit
I'm a cone
I'm a cone
A tunicate without a bone
I'm a cone
I'm a cone
A polyp sitting in its home
Hear you me
Hear you me
It's all irrelevant, you see.
I only want for my name to be known.
Without a brain or senses
Practice my math and tenses
No one digs me, I'm a pity
No one digs me, please don't dig me up
I'm just a sack of jelly
It's easy to forget me
Suburban, not a city
Suburban, not a city
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4. |
(I Need An) Opiate
03:24
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I need an opiate to make me feel okay.
When I'm distracted all the days just melt away.
It's so much easier to think when you're asleep--
At least, it's easier to me.
When you're inside a dream and nothing's really real,
There is no reason to elucidate or feel.
There is no reason to do anything at all,
Not when your head's against the wall.
Tune in to your TV:
There's a proclamatory speech.
Telling you you're free,
From the mountains to the beach.
Now you'll get sunscreen,
To protect you from above.
Music on the screen,
From that singer that you love.
Time to join a scene
That you bought a ticket to.
Too early to see
If it's here or passing through.
There are sleeping pills
On the counter near the sink.
You can eat your fill
And then down it with a drink.
Now you're in freefall
Limbs are flailing, head is limp
Now you've seen it all
What a pleasant experience
In the future, please
Try to keep it in control
Never stay alive
Never never reach your goal
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5. |
Self-Deprecating Song
02:38
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Wake up Monday morning on the floor,
And I don't even bother
To look up at the time.
It doesn't even matter anymore,
And nor does any other
Concern that would be mine.
And who would I rather be?
Anyone that isn't me, oh no. Oh oh oh oh!
And who would I rather be?
Anyone that isn't me, oh no. Oh oh oh oh!
But first, a few words about myself -
I'm wide-eyed and disheveled,
I'm hopeful but unkempt.
Mem'ries are stock that fills my shelf-
Interactions on a level
From which I am exempt.
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6. |
Wide Asleep
03:38
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What's the point of staying up late
When there's nothing to do
When there's nothing to do?
What's the point in saying your name
When nobody cares
When nobody cares?
I'm wide asleep and fast awake for you.
If only you could know that this is true.
And we could run together happily,
But all I want to do is make you see.
I'd put my hat on jauntily askew,
But only if you were the type to woo.
Oh, conversation's not my cup of tea,
So how how how how can I make you see, oh-oh.
When you're around, I hear in stereo.
My eyes are video,
Recording every frame.
When you're around, my sight is three-dimensional,
It's unconvential,
But who is there to blame?
So is it me
Or is it comical
Or astronomical
I'll fumble and we'll drown
Oh is it me
I'll never get that far
Because I spend all my time
Mumbling around
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