1. |
Cosmic Relief
03:29
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A man that I’ve already met
So eager to talk and confess
But I’m too far up the stream
From your shallow little river of dreams
Who is it dear
That you think you are
A brand new machine
That fell from the stars
But I saw a girl
With cuts on her arm
Ribbons of blood
Set off the alarm
And I heard her mommy start to cry
My baby never learned how to fly
Some say that her pain
Is just a charade
Crocodile tears
That we cry in vain
Some say that our pain
Is just an escape
Cosmic relief
In a galactic charade
Who is it dear
That you think you are
A brand new machine
That fell from the stars
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2. |
December Wind
03:05
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I wish you were over here
I wish I was over there
All the things that I do
Cause I don’t care
I know that she ain’t right
I know that this is wrong
But being with her
Is better then being alone
Life tends to happen
Before ya know
You’re strapped with 3 kids
And another soul
Look at all the things I do cause I can’t live with, or without you
I’m on the ropes again
Another cold December wind
I check the mirror as the engine stalls
I just found out that I’m going bald
All I got are my dreams
Delusions and fantasies
They ain’t true
But they get me through alright
A dollar for a couple of beers
I like it hazy and not too clear
A dozen more and I’m on the floor
Hey, alright
I know that she ain’t right
I know that this is wrong
But being with her is better then being alone
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3. |
Friction
03:33
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I just need a reason
A reason why
Why you gotta turn around
And say goodbye
I just need you’re loving
Just tonight
It’s all about the friction baby
Its all about the backdoor labia
A manner uncouth
All men are uncouth
Your little dead tooth
A manner uncouth
Its all about the friction baby
Its all about the back door labia
The seduction games
Of the primitive brain
Thousands of years you’ll see that not much has changed
Its all about the friction baby
Its all about the backdoor labia
If she knows you care
She’ll pretend you’re not there
When you’re unaware
Thats when we test how you fair
Just tonight
Stoke it
She’s hot then she’s cold
She’s reversing the roles
She’s dancing for me
Ya gotta learn how to tease
She’s hot then she’s cold
She’s reversing the roles
She’s dancing for me
Ya gotta learn how to tease
She’s hot then she’s cold
She’s reversing the roles
She’s dancing for me
I’ll write a song you can sing
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4. |
Ms. Direction
04:23
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Tortured hearts drowned in puddles of reflection
Here in the maze of mis-direction
No One Knows
Look at me believing the lies
I thought that my love was true
Turns out I never knew me
So what does that say about you?
Chart a course for a destination
The ship sank before it even set sail
One of 9 lives spent drowning with you
Its not the greatest story ever told
Whatever love is, I’m sure we don’t fit the mold
Too much baggage weighing these hearts down
Look at me believing the lies
I thought that my love was true
Another case of vacancy masquerading to amuse
Do you ever stop to think of the lens you’re filming from?
Maybe that’s no camera buts its really the barrel of a gun
What can I squeeze from this new reflection?
Can this pony pave my way?
She’s no performer but she sure can write
One hell of a play
The run around with the big “L” word
It knows many guises
Or so I’ve heard
10 clever ways to justify a crime
Look at me misreading the lines
I thought that my love was true
Another case of vacancy masquerading to amuse
Do you ever stop to think of the lens you’re filming from?
Maybe that’s no camera but it’s really the barrel of a gun
What will you do when you’ve got nothing left to prove
And you realize empty calories
Are all that you can ever consume
Look at me believing the lies
I thought that my love was
Turns out I never knew me
So what does that say about you?
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5. |
Thank You, Magenta
06:31
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I’ve got the scent of a reluctant masseuse
Tattooed on me
I’ve got the scent of a foreign lady
Helping me release my seed
And she says she like the way I sing
What is the ratio
to THC?
Will this make me paranoid?
How will it react to speed?
That coked up business guy
Just sneezed in his hand
But at least he’s eager to
Try and help me understand
What are you selling?
What story are you telling?
Why are you yelling?
Is a real estate license all I really need?
I wish I was smart enough to get me a PHD
I’m going to pimp out salvation
For 50 bucks a pop
All I gotta do is call my dad for some money to start me off
I think there’s something in the air darling
I think there’s something in the air
I think there’s something in the air cause I can’t feel you anymore
Manic depression
Sure can be fun
Forget what I just said
I hate you
and this is dumb
I called my X girlfriend
To tell her she was right
She was busy on a sex-pedition with a white horse and a knight
A private dancer
Yeah that’s what I need
She’s giving me life advice about behaving more impulsively
Thank You, Magenta
I never thought of that
Clever words of wisdom from the girl that’s also probably good at math
Confucius must have been her dad
I think there’s something in the air darling
I think there’s something in the air
I think there’s something in the air cause I can’t do this anymore
The bones of my God
Have done been picked clean
Thats why the next one I make
Is gonna have to be a machine
The will of my God
Thou Shall Invest
I wanna say something so friggin’ deep that even Dylan is impressed
All the girls want
Just to have fun
Its not complicated man
You need to get some son
My entire life
Is one big re-run
So please don’t stop me if
You’ve already heard this one
I’ve got the scent of a reluctant masseuses tattooed on me
I’ve got the scent of foreign lady
Helping me release my seed
I call my fragrance the American dream
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Brainard Seattle, Washington
Will anyone besides my mother read this?
Seattle, band. Likely wont go anywhere, BUT it doeson't matter because I love it, all relative.
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