1. |
Crying Contest
03:08
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We've been waiting just feeling wasted and fading
These dull symptoms of childhood in gold plating
Oh everything golden without a shadow to stand in
Just behind us lies that bottomless silence
Keeping cadence keep your head to the highlands
But oh it feels better down here safe from the weather
Found a little stream
Werewolf country
In a little cloud
In a little cloud I stumble
Had a little rest
Crying contest
Oh my muddy mind
Needs a place to hide
He built arches, all our comfort had been his
Never felt safe testing strength of the branches
But nothing is sacred but what for mothers have made us
Climbed a little hill
Dollar bills
Falling from the sky
Trying to shield my eyes I stumble
Need a little taste
Buried my face
Got a little blurred
Forgot all my words
We've been waiting just feeling wasted and fading
These dull symptoms of childhood in gold plating
Oh everything golden without a shadow to stand in
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2. |
Little Tents
03:40
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Ah ah ah ah ah
Coughing north towards
cotton fields I've
been transformed I'd
heard the horns
I could've sworn I'd
been reborn I'd
been with the losers
down yawning dirt
Here there's too much
In the air it's
been ten months from
head to lungs
The bottom stair's the
top of the ladder
up where the roof is
just a crust
Can barely walk the streets
I feel better
This ungodly heat
I feel better
You always look like that?
Like you want me to sink
Coughing north towards
cotton fields I've
been transformed I'd
heard the horns
The bottom stair's the
top of the ladder
up where the roof is
just a crust
Can barely walk the streets
I feel better
This ungodly heat
I feel better
You always look like that?
Like you want me to sink
I've been cured
Ten times reborn
I feel better
Ah ah ah ah ah
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3. |
Mailman
02:39
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I'll practice preaching
Don't care who's listening
With my convictions
My learned lessons
I'm strictly neutral
By definition
I hear it coming
Yeah I feel that hammer coming
I thought I was born king
I thought if anyone would do anything
It'd be me
I'll stick to making a scene
At least a pathetic wretch in the street
Draws some heat
Hiding beers from
the fucking mailman
I count my vices
like treating symptoms
I thought I was born king
I thought if anyone would do anything
It'd be me
I'll stick to remembering
At least a rat in a trap
earned his place
feelinglikeamansbeendamnnearknockedrightoffhisfeet
I practice preaching
but nobody's listening
I walk down Glisan
acting like nothing's
A pointless feeling
for this useless shut-in
I feel it coming
Yeah I hear that hammer coming
I thought I was born king
I thought if anyone would do anything
It'd be me
I'll stick to remembering
A guilt free drunk's just a punk
with the means
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4. |
No Shit
03:21
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I'm sure
I'd never been a man before
I heard that less is more
That's what I started for
No shit
I outta work on it
Follow that white light home
Though the track that's shown is cold
Nice day for the little man running
The more he speaks the more he feels alone
Bad times but the worst are coming
Too much out there is going to help you cope
I've heard
It's not just the words that get slurred
Soon as I left the herd
and all the guests got served they said
I'd starve
Living in the old world scarred
Kicking shit in bright lit bars
Suckers trying to name a star
Nice day for the little man running
The more he speaks the more he feels alone
Bad times but the worst are coming
Too much out there is going to help you cope
I found my soul
Swimming alone
And now it's outside my window
Cold
And I've ate my words
Enough to know
All the good that I've done
Isn't any good at all
Nice day for the little man running
The more he speaks the more he feels alone
Bad times but the worst are coming
Too much out there is going to help you cope
Nice day for the little man running
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5. |
Yass
02:11
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and drifting eyes
dripping down backs like sunshine
like sunshine
When all your muscles
Stretch back to their places
Will you still fold up
Like when you were young
When all your thoughts
Bounce back to their cages
Will you still talk to yourself
Like you've always done
I don't know
and I don't think it matters no
I don't think it matters no
I don't think it matters though
When your defenses
Unfold like a sentence
Will you know direction
Out there in the cold
When all your life
Just crawls by your eyes
Will you still find yourself
Following your friends home
I don't know
and I don't think it matters no
I don't think it matters though
I don't think it matters no
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6. |
Yass Yass
04:05
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Lying prone
Truth be told
I'm hardly cold
Three floors
To absorb
Strangers walking in your home
Strangers picking through your bones
Who let the shade in
For whom's it haunting
Appears
Somebody lived back here
Feeding on familiar fears
It seems
They're all just a shadow of me
Pulling on my knotted strings
Trying to get this bird to sing
Who let the shade in
For whom's it haunting
He's an old friend hidden in the system
Keeping up with all the problems of the young and twisted
She's a combat veteran in tradition
Hustled downtown to the parade but she missed it
He's an old friend hidden in the system
Hustled downtown to the parade but he missed it
Three floors
To absorb
Strangers walking in your home
Strangers picking through your bones
Who let the shade in
For whom's it haunting
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