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Oh lord it’s funny how
I could never question you
But you could always question me
Somehow, somehow
Just like a dog in heat
Chompin’ at the bits
With swollen lips, to lick
The pavement off the street
Where are we going?
Where are we going
Guess I never knew
Wide-eyed and rolling
Wide eyed and strolling
Down the avenue
Oh lord it’s funny how
I could never lesson you
But you could always lessen me
Somehow, somehow
Just like a guy named Pete
Stompin’ through the ashes
Of the pyroclastic flow
Beneath his feet
Where are we going?
Where are we going
Guess I never knew
Who are we taking?
Who are we chasing
Down the avenue
Just like a friend forlorn
Sunk in to a habit, like a rabbit
Down a hole
To be reborn
Reborn
Is that how the west was won?
Cinerama drama prima donna
With a bible fist and gun
Who won?
Where are we going?
Where are we going
Guess I never knew
Sweetheart I’m running
My heart is humming
Down the avenue
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2. |
I Don't Want To Die
05:41
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I don’t want to die
But I keep wondering why
I’m so unhappy all the time
Acting right as the rain tonight
And I can hardly guess
You seem like the rest
You beg my pardon, then confess
To the flights of the fanciest kind
In your mind
And I don’t want to speak
You’re so far out of reach
You raze the bar, admit defeat
Set the story in motion tonight
And I don’t want to fight
But you seem so contrived
When all the answers they arrive
Set to flights of the fanciest kind
In your mind
Is it the life that you wanted to lead?
God bless the rodeo
If that’s the life that you wanted to live
Then I don’t wanna know
And I don’t want to die
But I keep wondering why
I’m so unlucky all the time
Acting right as the rain tonight
And I can hardly guess
You seem like the rest
You beg my pardon
Get depressed
By the flights of the fanciest kind
In your mind
Is it the life that you wanted to lead?
God bless the rodeo
If that’s the life that you wanted to live
Then I don’t wanna know
Your tired eyes
They call to me
They beckon to bed
So I can watch you fall asleep
Makes me feel like a creep
And when you wake
Up by my side
You whisper in my ear
Love, I hope you never die
Well it’s morning time
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3. |
Flip Side
03:23
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Why?
I never knew the reason why
You dropped the dime
We passed the time
Like it was fine
Then hit rewind
I’ll catch you on the flip side
Babe is it true?
Tell me what’s a boy to do
You lied, you cried
You said you’d always be my boo
What’s up with you?
I’ll catch you on the flip side
Sorry did I stutter?
Word is bond, that’s my truth
The strangest little thing
Is gonna happen to you
When tonight I lean in close
And say psych
I’ll catch you on the flip side
As if
I said no drinks inside my whip
But you proceeded to open it
Then took a sip without the lid
I’ll catch you on the flip side
Babe is it true?
Tell me what’s a boy to do
You lied, you cried
You said you’d always be my boo
What’s up with you?
I’ll catch you on the flip side
Sorry did I stutter?
Word is bond, that’s my truth
The strangest little thing
Is gonna happen to you
When tonight I lean in close
And say sike
I’ll catch you on the flip side
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4. |
Dire Straits
03:07
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When Todd came to town
Everybody dressed like a clown
Organized like sheep on an empty beach
Waiting for the Almighty
If you’re not feeling your best
Just take another look at the rest
And mobilize your faith
We’re in dire straits
Man I want my MTV
They say it’s strange how they talk
Well maybe it’s the way that they walk
They’re never out of reach
When your dial’s tweaked
Acting like an amputee
And if you’re lost in the muck
Well maybe you just don’t give a fuck
Or maybe your mistakes
Are what make you great
Just hold it up for them to see
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5. |
On My Way To Heaven
08:14
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On my way to heaven
I was approached by a man
Asking me to feed him darling
As if I’d understand
Then on my way through there
I found you standing right in front of me
A puzzling array of flowers
You stood there as I stared
Weird, I don’t care
And I had sworn that rose thorn near
It swept me right up off my feet
And asked me
Are you bleeding darling?
I said no, I feel like crying
But far be it from me
To have to be the one
To tell you that it’s over
The fly mystic soldier
The old college try
Then on my way to Californ
Well no one calls it that no more
You told me ‘bout the LA riots
And how I’m misinformed
And two guys sit too close to me
And sing I’m bad company
And I can’t deny it lately
It lingers in the air for far too long
It exits like the same old story
As if I’d understand
But far be it from me
To have to be the one
To tell you that it’s over
The fly mystic stoner
The old college try
She says no you’re right
I’m always on his side
I can’t believe the awful things
They said when you arrived
Is it dark already?
I guess we’re doing time
I don’t owe you an explanation
I don’t owe you anything
The pain don’t stop
The devil don’t quit
The same damn thing
They bury you in
Takes you home
And I don’t owe you an explanation
I don’t owe you anything
There’s a secret to our hearts
A myriad of beauty marks
A twisted jaw torn in a fight
Shy tears on sweaty nights
My sharp
White wall
It falls
A light in the dark
The crash of the wave
The sign of the beast
The devil gets paid
When you’re lost in the dirt
You sift through the sand
You handle the earth
With your salty hand
When you finally awoke
And climbed to your knees
You counted the stars
On the sunset beach
Now you’re living it up
While pushing in down
You’re taking it in
While they take you out
The small plane pilot says to me
This is the first time that I’ve flown
Ask me how you think it’s going
Do you think we’ll make it home?
Oh I don’t know
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6. |
To Wake Is To Fall Apart
03:48
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Oh my dear
My heart
It’s breaking almost every night
At ten times ten
That’s when
I shuffle out my door
I head to the window
And let in the birds and bees
I ponder the garden
Pretending it’s you and me
And oh my word
My mind
Is twisted almost every night
At ten past ten
That’s when
You exit out my door
You head to my window
And stare at the birds and bees
What were you there for?
Why did you ever leave?
To sleep is to dream
And to wake is to fall apart
Oh my dear
My heart
It’s breaking almost every night
At half past ten
That’s when
I saunter out my door
I head to the window
And let in the salty breeze
What were you there for?
Why did you ever leave?
To sleep is to dream
And to wake is to fall apart
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Where do all your dreams come from dear?
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone listening?
Is anyone here?
Am I on my own?
Frightened by the scenes of emotion
Up with the mystery
Down with history
Is anyone here?
Am I on my own?
And when the better ones get lost
I’m found…
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8. |
Lights Out
02:36
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Babe is it lights out?
Man we had too much to shout
Sun washed away the night
And burnt my skin
Is it lights out??
Believe I had a belly to growl
So bury me, bury me, bury me
Back with my bones
Babe is it washed out?
Filled with my soon to come loud
To lie awake yet sleep
The way you do
Well your time’s out
Time I spent watching your mouth
So wash away, wash away
I can count the rain
Babe is it lights out?
I’m putting my fist in my mouth
For something that you said
But couldn’t hear
And time talks
Bit by my own
Own special dog
So wash away, wash away
I can count the rain
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9. |
Your Way
02:39
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Found by the side of the road
Dead like a deer
Sprawled out his body exposed
They dragged him away
He said…
Was found by the side of the road
Thrown from his car
His face was embedded with stones
Bedazzled with leaves
A sweet little locket
Spilled out of his pocket
And tumbled down into a ravine
And when push came to shove
He could never get enough
He was blinded by the lights
Of the scene
He said that…
I don’t want to do it your way
I guess that I should wait
I guess that I should wait
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10. |
Trash Fire
04:08
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What did you expect to get
From this lonely crowd
No applause
Yet you’re still proud enough to sing
I’ve been on a down and out
Sightseeing tour
On a red bus through New York
And how do I begin to tell you
I never learned the words
To those lyrics you loved
I was just miming along
But now you know
So maybe, we shouldn’t sleep alone
Am I crazy? Or don’t we all deserve a home?
Where we can sit down by our trash fires
And warm our weary bones tonight
Well what did you expect to get
From this sleeping crowd
You’re standing at the center point in town
They’re all looking at you now
And how do you relate?
You make mistakes to illustrate
The painful ways, the awful days
The honesty waits
When will they get there
In the end?
So maybe, we shouldn’t sleep alone
Am I crazy? Or don’t we all deserve a home?
Where we can sit down on our couch while
We warm our weary bones tonight
Well maybe, we shouldn’t sleep alone
Am I crazy? Or don’t we all deserve a home?
Where we can sit down by our trash fires
And warm our weary bones tonight
Warm our weary bones tonight
What did you expect to get?
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Will they ever get to sleep
Will they ever find some sheep to count
Will my eyes slowly retreat across my head
I’m worried about you now
Will they ever hear the truth
Will they offer you a place to stay
Will you reach across the bed and wake me up
When I’m terrified of leaving now
Will they ever hear the truth
Will they ever find some sheep to count
Will you reach across the bed and wake me up
When I’m terrified of leaving now
Will they ever get to sleep?
Will they ever get to sleep
Will they ever find some sheep to count
Will my eyes slowly retreat across my face
I’m worried about you now
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