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Age With Grace
01:36
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All your speakers, blown and hissing,
Ducking, dodging, fucking, kissing,
Dog star falling, new day rising,
Turn back time, infantilizing,
Tell me that you're burnin' for me,
Life continues after 40,
Pledge your time to empty space,
Love in fear, age with grace,
History so unforgiving,
Knowledge-seekers, ego-tripping,
Unfamiliar childhood setting,
All your life is worth forgetting,
Junkie glamour, submission thrills,
Sickle, hammer, ambition kills,
Pledge your time to a pretty face,
Love in fear, age with grace,
All my life is written for me,
Call the doctor, tell the story,
Magazines and concert tickets,
Sonic Youth, Wilson Pickett,
Dead man's blues, unclaimed crown,
Nail that coffin, lower it down,
He's moved on to a better place,
Love in fear, age with grace
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2. |
Sister/Brother
01:52
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She was a pretty boy, he was a working girl, strangled by the streets,
Ears to the radio, lips to the pleasure zone, tangled by the sheets,
He was an astronaut, she was an alien, interstellar lust,
Code like binary, document forgery, counterfeiter's trust,
Take it easy, sister/brother,
Sparks recurring, hidden lover,
Hurts just like a motherfucker,
In translation, undercover
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Baby, I'm a proper mess,
Dress me up in your fancy dress,
Caffeine and melatonin,
In the moonlight, hear me moanin',
Baby, I'm a nervous wreck,
Snap my spine and break my neck,
Leave me limp and let me lie,
Don't you know all cynics die?
I just want to see you smile,
Put your death off for a while,
There's beauty in what's yet to come,
Self-destruction ain't that fun,
But baby, I'm a fool for you,
Hear me sing these moody blues,
You're my drug like Hunter Thompson,
Sell my soul like Robert Johnson
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4. |
Intoxication
02:11
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Down for deep-sea diving,
Mr. Mojo Rising,
"She's a gypsy woman!"
Mr. Mayfield's crying,
On the champagne shoreline,
All the shell-shocked have-nots,
Screaming "Christ Almighty!"
Singing sunburned sambas,
What a full-scale failure,
We're a flushed-out pipe dream,
You're so trance-inducing,
I'm so anti-social,
Oh, it makes me feel like
(It feels just like)
Intoxication
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5. |
Campus Life
02:49
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You've got a guy on the side, I've got a daily routine,
We're eatin' spicy poutine, I owe you 25 bucks,
This function's not enough, I need my uselessness,
Hell, this is so half-assed, just turn the other cheek,
I stare for hours at a screen, I hit the town in a dress,
My brain's a fucking mess, I'm not a psychopath,
Just reading Sylvia Plath, and waiting for my man,
Fighting the sexual urge, I've got an addict's eyes,
This is the campus life, don't trust that Honest Ed,
I've got this 2-for-1 bread, let's all go TO THE LIGHTHOUSE,
Jeffrey with more than one "F", you're no philosopher
And when things fall apart, your logic will be first,
City's so alive that I think it's gonna kill me
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Napoleon
03:13
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Bossa nova, so inviting,
Kiss me here beneath the lighting,
Picture-perfect, crystal-clear,
It's music to the common ear,
But you don't get it, nothing's ever free,
I want to dance with you all night,
Instead we argue who is right
Over words that were never worth a damn,
The connotation's such a sham,
There's fungus growing on my family tree,
Knobs and levers, twist and turn,
The tessellations watch and learn,
If my voice doesn't cut right through,
I'm scared I'll never talk to you,
But I'll always disagree to disagree,
So Napoleon, set your secret police on me
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7. |
Art Kids
03:22
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Art kids,
Hold me, love me,
Push me, shove me,
High above me,
Paint me ugly,
You paint your masterpiece,
I'll play the great spectator,
Cosmic accident,
You are a space invader,
A crime of passion,
We'll apprehend the culprit,
There is no meaning
For you to interpret
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Inner city gentrification, it just follows me around like the blues,
Cleaning up the trash on the sidewalk, you know homelessness is no excuse,
Painting all the roses a nice blood-red and painting all the faces white,
Inner city gentrification, it can happen to you overnight,
Artisan bakers and coffee shops with all of their exotic tea,
Call it postmodern paradise, we're living in luxury,
Stretching out to fit those yoga pants, you've got to get yourself in shape,
Inner city gentrification, you can bend the rules until they break,
So tell me that you're local, tell me you're organic,
Tell me that the price is right,
Say you're into fitness and taking care of business,
You'll go down without a fight
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9. |
Object
02:35
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Please be empty, please be cruel,
You're too good to be true,
Please forgive me, please forget that
I'm too straight for you,
I never thought about it that way,
And he's not interesting anymore,
'Cause she's not interested anymore,
Dominate, please take control,
I give it up to you,
Punching in and punching out
And I'm just passing through,
I never thought about it that way,
And we're not interesting anymore,
'Cause they're not interested anymore,
I need you now 'cause you're my object
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10. |
Witch Hunt
02:24
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Everybody's looking for the last gang in town,
Those cannibals will eat you inside-out,
Pagan pigments, you are born with sin,
The market is the law, nobody wins,
Can't we just agree to disagree?
Don't you owe me 'cause I set you free?
Speaking for the group is such a chore,
All these waves get washed up on the shore,
Witch hunt,
On trial,
Burning,
Exile,
She said
He said.
"One strike,
You're dead"
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I grew up with Jesus Christ in Picasso's cartoon dream, but I was...
Once I sailed an endless sea, searching for a long-lost queen, but I was...
Once I was the King of Spain, now we act out every scene...
I shook hands with Edvard Munch, Ghostface Killah and The Scream...
I've seen Lucy in her sky of blue and sea of green, but I was...
I've seen incandescent landscapes, but now my brain's so fresh, so clean...
I had ants inside my pants, now I sing the blues in faded jeans...
They told me to trim the fat, now I'm chewing lean, 'cause I was
Poisoned by the silver screen
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12. |
Rotten Johnny
01:31
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13. |
No Reason
02:45
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Sometimes I feel like I'm a waste of space,
Get a gold medal for attending the race,
Honey loses taste on an ageing tongue,
Hangin' on a limb, uncomfortably young,
Some people say they've got all the answers,
Some people say they've got a cure for cancer,
Some people tell me there's a meaning of life,
But those black and white mice keep me up all night,
They say,
Everything happens for no reason
Who's high, who's most aware,
Try to find a pattern and they're everywhere,
Try to find God and you'll never come close,
Science is a drug and I'm an overdose,
Some people tell me to embrace the change,
Some people tell me that we're all the same,
Some people tell me I should meditate,
Looking for Nirvana, I found Kurt Cobain,
He said,
Everything happens for no reason
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