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Accidental
03:18
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I’m feeling very strange
I don’t feel anything
why why why why why?
We’re dancing in a dream
of broken tambourine
why why why
oh why?
Confusing everything
with adrenaline
there’s no room for optimists here
I’ve got some time to kill
just like I always will
and I feel like I’m done
well hang on
it’s accidental
all the accidentals
it’s accidental
it’s accidental
it’s just insomnia
that’s got its claws in you
why why why why why?
and it’s all terrible
it’s all unbearable
why why why
oh why?
trying to ignore
this collision course
there’s no room for optimists here
there must be something more
than this back and forth
and I feel like I’m done
so hang on
it’s accidental
all the accidentals
it’s accidental
accidental
Long, slow day….hey o
Long, slow change….hey o
why why why o why o why o…
I’m feeling very strange
I’m feeling everything
why why why why why?
We’re dancing in a dream
of broken tambourine
why why why o why o why o….
Confusing everything
with adrenaline
there’s no room for optimists here
I’ve got some time to waste
like every other day
and I feel like I’m done
so hang on
it’s accidental
all the accidentals
it’s accidental
accidental
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2. |
Shutdown Corner
03:17
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You could spell it out for me
I can spill it on the floor
Stop me before I say something
Coz we’ve heard it all before
You don’t believe me but
I’ll prove you wrong
You don’t believe me but
I’m coming home
It won’t be morning and
I won’t be long
You don’t believe me but
I’m coming home
Nostalgia washes over me
and I’m feeling underwhelmed
you keep tugging at my sleeves
It’s time to leave the restaurant
You don’t believe me but
I’ll prove you wrong
You don’t believe me but
I’m coming home
It won’t be morning and
I won’t be long
You don’t believe me but
I’m coming home
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3. |
Epithet
02:36
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Throwing down the gauntlet and what do we get?
Threading the needle again and again
Now I can’t tell if we’re in the midst
of checkers or if this is chess
I reckon we’ve fallen in love with the mess
this mess
I am an epithet
I am a nervous wreck
we got an affection for broken things
affectations and broken wings
we speak of love and miseries
the train wrecks the whispering
it feels just like a powder keg
this mess
It was an accident
Ambivalent
It was an accident, I am a nervous wreck,
this isn’t happening, it’s only chicken scratch
Is this a heart attack? This is no accident,
I am a nervous wreck, I am an epithet
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4. |
Prosperity Gospel
02:20
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I swear I’m going to change
I’ll do whatever it takes
I’ll pretend to like football
and I’ll learn how to fix things
I won’t stay out late
and I’ll learn all of your friend’s names
I’ll dress like an adult
and we’ll sign up for the bowling league
I’ll line up to vote
and shake my head in disbelief
Things are gonna change
you can take that to the bank
I’ll ask for a promotion
and settle for a modest raise
Take turns with the shopping
and hide all of my video games
So many letters to the editor
I can’t wait to send
I’m gonna shake up the whole neighborhood
with my plans
We can watch the Superbowl
and throw things at the TV
Dreaming through a telescope
of the things we might have been
getting farther with each day
We’ll go out at least once
every two weeks
to our favourite restaurant
ordering the same things
sometimes share a slice of cheesecake
No time for nostalgia
with a garden that needs tending
they’re never gonna break me
as long as I keep keep bending
exited for retirement
and I’ll play our numbers every week
Always looking forward
there’s going back again
I swear I’m going to change
I’ll do whatever it takes
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5. |
Airport Arguments
02:59
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Heading home when you said no
under the lamppost it’s all coming back to me
I became what I become
it’s not very becoming of me
keeping the peace whatever that means
I’d be content to watch you sleep
splitting infinitives, keep up appearances
becoming mythology
airport arguments, let’s make the most of them
Last chance, last legs
last words, last drinks
last flight, last train
loose ends, loose change
shaking out of me
Falling behind, falling between
a fever sweat in our fever dreams
weeping with envy, weep ‘til we’re empty
We’re not kidding in the least
we get around, we sweat it out
always a few tricks left up our sleeves
a permanent crush, it don’t take much
as anxious as the rest of us
airport arguments, shouting on command
Last chance, last legs
last words, last drinks
last flight, last train
last looks, again and again and again
looking over me
Slightly out of mind, drifting out of time
the mirror is slanted but suits us fine
avoiding distractions, playing in traffic
hiding in the seams
Just a shell of a shell, a shell of ourselves
at the end of our tether
we’re tarred and we’re feathered
face first through the looking glass
and when it comes it comes to pass
airport arguments, can’t get enough of them
Last chance, last legs
last words, last drinks
last flight, last train
loose ends, loose change
shaking out of me
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6. |
Hearing Voices Movement
04:17
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Put it off
put it over
love is in the air
love is in the gutter
I believe if you believe
I’ll pretend if you forget
hoping to make contact
before long
She comes to me
in my sleep
out of key
out of dreams
What have we become?
Wanting to be loved
and our boots have come undone
it’s all true, everything we are
Take me on
take the high road
shut me off
wake me when it’s over
I believe most anything
just as long as you say it again
killing me with kindness
as we fall
She comes to me
in my sleep
out of key
out of dreams
what have we become?
In and out of love
and our boots have come undone
it’s all true, remembering too much
What have we become?
Wanting to be loved
and our boots have come undone
and it’s you, pulling me apart
the bruises and reminders
before we are gone
Accidental
kindness
just before
among the nervous novices
what have we become?
In and out of love
and our boots have come undone
it’s all true, remembering too much
bruises and the blinders
as we fall
Wait until the nightfall
The day before the night
hoping to make contact
the night before the reckoning
and it looks like we’ve never
and those looks don’t
accidental kindness
bruises and the blinders
as we fall
the haunted days and
all along
leave me in the night
leave it on the table
forgettable
She comes to me
in my sleep
out of key
out of dreams
what have we become?
In and out of love
and our boots have come undone
it’s all true, remembering too much
what have we become?
out of step, of every
out of step, out of luck
and it looks like we
and our boots have come undone
and we turn, turn our collars down
and our looks aren’t who we were
leaving and the frightened
the pall and haunted
leaving and the frightened
the haunted days of
and our looks aren’t what they once were
Turn your collar down
Put it off
put it over
love is in the air
love is in the gutter
I believe if you believe
I pretend if you pretend
meet me in the margins
there’s something there, I do suspect it.
Take me on
take the high road
shut me off
wake me when it’s over
I believe most anything
just as long as you say it again
talk until the words are worn
into the morning light, it catches
these days, waste them well
as we change into someone else
you
can’t
see
scrapping ‘round the edges
the dark eyes on my back
ripping through the letterbox
(there’s something there), to get what I want
I believe, I believe
I believe, I believe.
these days, waste them well
as we change into someone else
you
can’t
see
Like an untuned piano
wailing away in the night
forget everything that you know…
we are wrong
Waiting in the darkness,
hoping to make contact
turn our collars down
before we fall.
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7. |
King Hit
03:39
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A floor, a hospital
eyes shut closed, a broken nose
shouting names
fell into the wrong arms
with no care whose they are
it was the best of times,
and we made a mess of it
nothing we can do
[c’est la vie]
black & blue
[c’est la vie]
lock the door and bulletproof my heart
no way between us
lock the door and bulletproof our hearts
no way between us
Beyond the possible
what is possible
counting days
the dirt between my teeth
my knees buckling
it was the worst of times
and we kept up with it
pretending to be dead
[c’est la vie]
pretending to pretend
[c’est la vie]
lock the door and bulletproof my heart
no way between us
lock the door and bulletproof our hearts
no way between us
It gets so old so quick
when it gets like this
when it gets like this
end over end end over end
end over end end over end
such a mess of a mess such a mess
pretending to be dead
[c’est la vie]
pretending to pretend
[c’est la vie]
lock the door and bulletproof my heart
no way between us
lock the door and bulletproof our hearts
[c’est la vie]
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8. |
Big Ginger
03:12
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Big ginger…
Too many chairs, not enough ice
just getting it together then it’s time to say goodbye
wear me down ‘til there’s nothing left for me to hide
Big ginger…
13 failures and I remember each
they take a little something and they leave a little sting
then you tell yourself there’s a reason that it’s got to be
Big ginger…
Dress me up
Dressing me down
Talking me up
Talking me down
Talking me down
I can’t get a handle on the meaning of life
wearing me out until it’s my time
then you run me down ‘til there’s nowhere left for me to hide
Big ginger…
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9. |
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Explaining, erasing
day out, day in
endless decaying
take it on, take it in
Bandages. Unraveling.
Damages. Gathering.
Dreaming, stealing
sleeping for days on end
we’ve got our reasons
but we can’t explain
Laughable. Irrational
Baby teeth. Minor League
Chucking a tantrum and pitching a fit
Reading the tea leaves and drinking the dregs
If we put things in perspective we would set it all adrift
That’s what I love about…
Grinding, colliding
we’ve got the time to burn
we’re counting our blessings
chalk it up to something worse
Bandages. Unraveling.
Damages. The bitter end.
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10. |
Fading
03:28
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look around and all is fading, when it starts one never knows
catch yourself if you start shaking, once it comes it never goes
recently it feels like ages since lightning struck this town
is it real or are we faking, wonder if we’ll ever know
bless me with forgetfulness
anything instead of this
all around the cars are braking, staring as they stop and slow
secretly the things we’re taking adding up to less than none
maybe I did but I’ll never know, maybe you came but I never showed
the saddest monuments, no one wants and no one goes
blessings of forgetfulness
anything instead of this
losing track of losing sleep [leave it ‘til the end has come]
standing broken in the street [and try your worst or try too much]
empty shells on empty seas we bend [watching over waters run]
look around and all is fading, when it starts one never knows
blessings of forgetfulness
anything instead of this
bless me with forgetfulness
anything instead of this
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