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Hard To Starboard
03:18
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maybe estrangement is by definition a matter of time
a matter of mine
oversold
it's not a dream, it's a disaster
in the shape of things to come
over sung
oversold
over sung
looking down off every rung
everything must fucking go
oversold
over sung
overboard and overdone
this simply isn't reasonable anymore
one day you'll take a sharp turn straight towards the floor
somebody told me "don't take it personally"
but I blew out my heart
overboard
we'll make a chart
I'll hand out gold stars
gold fucking stars
overdone
oversold
over sung
looking down off every rung
everything must fucking go
oversold
over sung
overboard and overdone
this simply isn't reasonable anymore
one day you'll take a sharp turn straight towards the floor
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2. |
The Big End
04:46
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heaven arms with love those it would not see destroyed
man arms with bombs and tanks and guns those it would see deployed
we arm with fear and loathing those we'll watch grow up annoyed
we arm too few with open minds or happiness and joy
the armaments guard the firmament
the unlucky percent take the bombardment
without consent and to an awful extent
this harsh torment to circumvent the truth
national security
personal insecurity
thinking far too locally
acting always globally
have a drink friend, it's the big end
there are wars to be fought, much bigger than you had ever thought
blinded by a thousand points of light
no gods no guns
it can only be stopped if it hasn't begun
lying is like murder, it gets easier each time
rationales for crusades and wars get sleazier each crime
I'm queasy all uneasy when the right's so wrong and loud
the change we need is work and peace
not angry mobs and crowds
the arguments are vituperative
the solutions are recuperative
we'll send out all our best operatives
there's no chance left to forget
let's forgive the truth
demonize theocracy
reprise meritocracy
divisive foreign policy
derisive public policy
have a drink friend, it's the big end
there are wars to be fought, much bigger than you had ever thought
blinded by a thousand points of light
no gods no guns
it can only be stopped if it hasn't begun
another private
another general
another innocent civilian
another regiment
some fucked battalion
another schoolyard full of children
another president
another minister
a coalition of the willing
another scientists
another teacher
another valued contribution
an american
an iraqi
a britton and a pakistani
a ukranian
an iranian
a somali and a kenyan
your sister
your brother
your father and your mother
your sons and
your daughters
your best friend and your lover
another human being
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3. |
A History of Sucking
03:20
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forever in waiting rooms
called in by my last name said wrong
hospital bracelets
bankruptcy papers
failure
marry me
running through a crowd solo
I'm run into the ground and so low scrape me up
used to have such great potential
now it seems I lack credentials
no real worth
marry me
remember when we thought this mattered?
baby we was mad as hatters
good lord
and I would counsel anybody else
they are inherently good
but I am an abject failure
marry me
forever in waiting
hospital bracelets
broken bones
forever in waiting
forever in waiting
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4. |
Woke Up Early
04:06
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so I've been looking for her and they say she's gone away
but it's like I could have found her if I'd shown up yesterday
as such I'm left here just to wonder would I ever have gone
the doubt compounds doubt compounds still I'm sure that I'm not wrong
I'm not wrong
this place it holds no answers from this week or yesteryear
there's a vestige of the scent given off by a soul in fear
that soul though I can't find now and I can't accept it's gone
it shouldn't be this way it makes me feel that life's all wrong
life's all wrong
woke up early I was born too late
just a great big smile incarnate
stuck to principles by strict mandate
this great
what's wrong
is wrong a real thing or just the opposite of that
it shouldn't be this way well hell it is it's where we're at
and thus a question spoken to relate a sense of dread
is useless once you've come to see it's all in your head
in your head
why do you run I met you a day I thought that I would die
but I will walk on through alleviate and survive
but if you'd speak in calm tones and not that usual drone
I'd be more willing to believe this flight has flown
(but we can work it out)
woke up early I was born too great
my companion my soul mate
a better song so we can recreate
this great
what's wrong
woke up early I was born to fate
as a helping hand if not to obfuscate
you and I sprinkled in no where we complicate
this great
what's wrong
I get lost in the shuffle of the thousands of papers
used to write me off
no but truthfully now was anything ever as good
as the wrath of the young and misunderstood
convinced that everything's going wrong
everything's going wrong
am I wrong or can't I see
am I wrong or can't I see
am I wrong or can't you see
what can't you see
what can't you see
yeah
write this song down on your piece of paper
and if you ever see that girl do me one big favor
and explain how much we love her and I'll be back to save her
if I can read what I wrote on this piece of paper
one more blank page a blank curse the faithful
all and all of my hope the great big savior
now I give you my heart my bones and labor
if you'd read what I wrote on this piece of paper
one more blank page a blank curse the faithful
all and all of my hope the great big savior
now I give you my time by bones and labor
just believe what I wrote on this piece of paper
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before the snow arrives to coat the tracks
to cover all the month's mistakes
misfortunes mishaps bad luck and bad breaks
and until trees of green let me relax
the falls are not what kills you
the impacts
oh darling
what a mess that makes
and every break now is such a thrill
but waiting for you has made me ill
I am the last known coordinates of your sinking free will
I am the one sin you have left to fulfill
paint me a picture I'll make you a mix tape
throw down your bread crumbs and we'll fake our escape
but she wasn't holding the gun when she was shot
now what appears to be is not
but it's time to turn around
troy is calling you home
I might have followed you from home
now I'm the heir apparent to the throne of the unknown
a full-grown, full-blown drone
but we live too far north
the light's gone
the night's long
the wind's strong
so long
oh god
and the 42nd parallel smirks, shrugs and turns away
and every break now is such a thrill
when the wreckage is totaled I'm sending you the bill
I am the last known coordinates of your sinking free will
I am the last crime you will ever fulfill
paint me a picture I'll make you a mix tape
throw down your bread crumbs and we'll fake our escape
but she wasn't holding the gun when she was shot
and what appears to be is not
but it's time to turn around
troy is calling you home
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the song is paramount
the singer is ancillary
the poets the painters
we're vessels and carriers
this is the blood
this is the bone
this is the ship that will carry you home
so let's push on until the chapters get too long
and catch the winds wherever they drive the boat
they're holding thought back on the radio tonight
I'm holding high court in my car
The patterns take such work to change you know
That never was your cup of tea
we don't vote on reason
we vote on confusion
and press frozen peas to our communal contusion
the vox populi is no longer spoken
it's mangled and muttered its rhythm is broken
when words lose all their meaning all of our meaning is lost
it can be found
open up
it can be found
they're holding thought back on the radio tonight
I'm holding high court in my car
The patterns take such work to change you know
That never was your cup of tea
oh come back come back
on a cb radio
oh come back come back
on behalf of the president and a grateful nation
the answers are blowing in the same place I threw caution
a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid
and now I know that we must lift the sail
they're holding thought back on the radio tonight
I'm holding high court in my car
The patterns take such work to change you know
That never was your cup of tea
it never was
they're holding thought back on the radio tonight
I'm holding high court in my car
The patterns take such work to change you know
That never was your cup of tea
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10. |
MFA
03:27
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11. |
An Array of Hedgehogs
03:11
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the possibilities you seek make you squirm
as if the firmament is really so firm
and if you're bothered by the noises on the roof
you're spending too much time inside these walls
but you don't walk you stumble
and you don't talk you mumble
I'm more wrong than I'm humble
and I can't stand I crumble
it's better to be free and fed
than destitute and hungry
in the city
failure war chemicals and dread
take me home and leave me
in the city
build a border build a nation construct a membrane
find a method more visceral than this meaningless campaign
you've become convinced that no one cares
well that can be decided at the bottom of the stairs
but you don't walk you stumble
and you don't talk you mumble
I'm more wrong than I'm humble
and I can't stand I crumble
it's better to be free and fed
than destitute and hungry
in the city
failure war chemicals and dread
take me home and leave me
in the city
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13. |
Seven
04:35
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breathe or don't breathe
but I won't be relieved
being bound by not more than six strings
dirt in my nails
digging building up my hands
always
and her shoes are worn direct
the tallest tale of neglect
you know truthfully it's love that kills
she's just far too beautiful
not to bleed the truth
always
now that you know what you should do
why is it so hard to stay true
when you say you believe in love
this small interval is all I've learned to pray for do or say
and you dream and you dream of love
everyone gets out see
this building is burning
and you won't even learn what is fire
but I'd burn just so
you would not have to sweat
always
what if she never finds a home
what if she truly is alone
how come she has to end up torn all to shreds
did you think did you act can you be
you know go on take all of me
always
now that you've learned what is true
why is it still so hard to do
I believe you - you're in love
this small interval is all I've learned to pray for do or say
and you breathe and you breathe in love
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