1. |
Introduction
00:35
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When I write,
I will not go spotlight...
Tell me something I do not know.
Tell me someplace I will not go.
When I write,
I will not go spotlight.
When I write,
I will not go spotlight...
You try to take me down.
You try to break me down.
But I have found,
I am sound.
I have found,
I am soundsick.
Tell me something I do not know.
Tell me someplace I will not go.
When I write,
I will not go spotlight.
When I write,
I will not go spotlight...
You try to take me down.
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3. |
Tuesday
01:38
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Breaking down the busted driveway.
It's not my way, I'll take the highway.
It's not my day.
My day is Tuesday.
What's that you say?
My day is doomsday.
It's come to this, you can't dismiss.
I will not risk my final kiss.
It's come to this, you can't dismiss.
I would not risk my final kiss.
'Cause I been crazy, I been hazy.
Final phase me, drive me daisy.
I been crazy, I been hazy.
Final phase me, drive me daisy.
They're killing you, they're killing me.
We cannot be a casualty.
They're killing you, they're killing me.
We will not be a tragedy.
'Cause we're breaking down the busted driveway.
It's not my way, I'll take the highway.
It's not my day.
My day is Tuesday.
What's that you say?
My day is doomsday.
It's not my day.
My day is Tuesday.
What's that you say?
My day is doomsday.
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4. |
Wasting The War
02:13
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It's the same as before.
Take three, I'll take four!
Just wasting the war.
Ask me, ask me what for.
They drag saying,
something cold.
False flag waving
In the road.
Keep displaying
What they sold.
Never remember
What I'm told.
Same as before.
Take three, I'll take four!
Just wasting the war.
Ask me, ask me what for.
They drag saying,
Something cold.
False flag waving
In the road.
Keep displaying
What they sold.
Never remember
What I'm told.
Same as before.
Take three, I'll take four!
Just wasting the war.
Ask me, ask me what for.
What for?
What for?
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5. |
Pulpit Bullshit
02:07
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You think you got
tricks up your sleeve
you ain't got shit
that I ain't seen
I got a bullet
I'm gonna pull it
push it
pulpit bullshit.
My head my pride
inside I died
last night that's right
wrong place right fight
New York New Jack
imma need a new pack
news rack blues back
imma need a new hat.
Do this do that
true this true that
bomb track combat
and I'm gonna bomb back
Monday you say
call the KKK
come back on Tuesday
bring the CIA.
You think you got
tricks up your sleeve
you ain't got shit
that I ain't seen
I got a bullet
man I'm gonna pull it
push it pulpit
that's bullshit.
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6. |
Burn My Mind Turpentine
02:15
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It's not fair,
Man I don't care.
I'm not there
But I'm aware.
They all share.
They all bare.
Who's with who.
Who's been where.
Basically,
Claim to be
Just like me.
I disagree.
Basically,
Claim to be
Just like me.
I disagree.
From time to time
My sun don't shine:
Burn my mind
Turpentine.
From time to time
My sun don't shine:
Burn my mind
Turpentine.
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7. |
Tangerine
03:08
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I got no language,
Speaking in tongues.
It's so damn dangerous,
When I'm feeling this young.
Fuck if I'm famous,
The song gone get sung.
Picture me playing this,
In front of no one.
I got no fortune,
But a dollar - I got one.
Bet it was scorching,
While dancing on the sun.
Sit on the porch then,
Watch the cowards run.
What a misfortune,
We'd only just begun.
Well I got misery.
What gone get me through?
Ain't no mystery,
It's always been you.
Rewrite the history,
Making everything true.
Nobody missing me.
It breaks me to the blue.
I got a broken wheel.
Still rolling A-OK.
The devil's deal,
I'll take it any day.
Say what you will.
I don't care much anyway.
Wonder if Jesus will
Say 'hi' along the way?
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I am funny.
I am sunny.
Call me Captain Cordial.
I desire
A friendly fire,
But I'm merely mortal.
Keep on watching daytime shows.
I'm just auctioning off your holes.
I'm predisposed to juxtapose
Burning clothes with your boring prose.
I am funny.
I am sunny.
Call me Captain Cordial.
I desire
A friendly fire,
But I'm merely mortal.
Save yourself.
Might be worth it.
You deserve it
Picture perfect.
You swivel swerved it,
Table turned it.
Civil servant,
Now you earned it.
Live and learn it,
Fully fervent.
So observant,
And yea we burn it.
I am funny.
I am sunny.
Call me Captain Cordial.
I desire
A friendly fire,
But I'm merely mortal.
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9. |
Silence Sirens
02:50
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Welcome to the silence.
Welcome, let's get stone.
Welcome to the sirens,
Leading me home.
There was never nothing
That the cowards could not own.
Therefore, ever running.
To afraid of their own zone.
Welcome to the silence.
Welcome, let's get stone.
Welcome to the sirens,
Leading me home.
There was never nothing
That the fakers could not hide.
Therefore, ever running.
To afraid of their own inside.
Welcome to the silence.
Welcome, let's get stone.
Welcome to the sirens,
Leading me home.
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10. |
Troubles & Abbey Doubles
02:16
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Meet me at the bar on Bleecker,
Give the world the middle finger.
Weekends will not make you weaker.
Double down my daytime drinker.
Hey, my mind slow.
Hey, my eyes low.
Hay: that's hydro.
Hey, I'm fine though.
Meet me at the bar on Bleecker,
Give the world the middle finger.
Weekends will not make you weaker.
Double down my daytime drinker.
Hey, champagne brain.
Hey, got no pain.
Hey, got no chain.
Hey, go insane.
Meet me at the bar on Bleecker,
Give the world the middle finger.
Weekends will not make you weaker.
Double down my daytime drinker.
Meet me at the bar on Bleecker,
Give the world the middle finger.
Weekends will not make you weaker.
Double down my daytime drinker.
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11. |
Better Reasons
02:28
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I been wasting my time,
And I been losing my mind.
At least we're having a good time.
I really hope you're having a good time.
I keep breaking my friends,
And I keep making amends.
I guess it all just depends.
On where this all just begins.
Cause I been wasting my time,
And I been losing my mind.
At least we're having a good time.
I really hope you're having a good time.
I need better reasons,
And I need clever heathens.
The traitors treasure the treasons.
They never sever the seasons.
Cause I been wasting my time,
And I been losing my mind.
At least we're having a good time.
I really hope you're having a good time.
Cause I been wasting my time.
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12. |
My Friend
03:56
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Call the operator,
Change your number.
He can't see the wisdom,
Your wonder.
Melancholy madness,
That is my head.
A lack of luster sadness,
That is my dread.
Psychedelic, well psychedelic record,
For my friend...
Call the consecrator,
Change your number.
He has no vision,
Only plunder.
Demon fated dementia,
That's my head.
No one to compliment ya,
That's my dread.
Psychedelic, well psychedelic record,
For my friend...
Call the operator,
Change your number.
He can't see the wisdom,
Your wonder.
Melancholy madness,
That is my head.
A lack of luster sadness,
That is my dread.
Psychedelic, well psychedelic record,
For my friend...
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13. |
Magazines
02:20
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I wanna be a celebrity.
So I can be,
Just like me!
I wanna live in the magazines.
So I can be
Hypocrisy.
Smile for the camera,.
Yea, yea, yea.
Then you strike a pose.
I wanna do some drugs.
Yea, yea, yea.
Give me three of those.
I wanna be a celebrity.
So I can be,
Just like me!
I wanna live in the magazines.
So I can be
Hypocrisy.
Hollywood people.
Yea, yea, yea.
They got it made.
I wanna do some drugs.
Yea, yea, yea.
Swallow this grenade.
I wanna be a celebrity.
So I can be,
Just like me!
I wanna live in the magazines.
So I can be
Hypocrisy.
I wanna live in the magazines,
I wanna live in the magazines,
I wanna live in the magazines.
I wanna live... in the magazines.
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14. |
Beside The Carousel
02:30
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Define the design.
Confined concubines
Suggest the depressed
Impress upon the sublime.
Pretend to defend.
Suspend the lesson.
Rewind the unkind,
Blind indiscretion.
Oh hell, you know I fell.
Goddamn whiskey well.
Broken ride got no pride
Beside the carousel.
Well oh hell, you know I fell.
Goddamn whiskey well.
Free falls, graffiti walls.
Got a story to tell.
Today is today.
Just wordplay.
A mayday.
They nay say.
I just may
Find a way
To stay.
Here we are
Full of scars.
Crystal cars
Kill Rock Stars.
Behind bars
Let ajar.
Doing pretty good so far.
Oh hell, you know I fell.
Goddamn whiskey well.
Broken ride got no pride
Beside the carousel.
Well oh hell, you know I fell.
Goddamn whiskey well.
Free falls, graffiti walls.
Got a story to tell.
Let me down.
Watch me clown.
Let me drown.
Watch me frown.
One more round
Never found.
I'm a classic whorehound.
Disdain, novacaine.
For the pain,
Just insane.
On cocaine.
Bring the rain.
A Plain Jane refrain:
Oh hell, you know I fell.
Goddamn whiskey well.
Broken ride got no pride
Beside the carousel.
Well oh hell, you know I fell.
Goddamn whiskey well.
Free falls, graffiti walls.
Got a story to tell.
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15. |
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I think it has been a while
Since I talked about your smile.
You could kill me with denial.
They would walk,
I'd run a million miles.
I don't care if you go crazy.
You wear a straight jacket well.
I don't care if god enslaves me.
I wanna hang with you in hell.
I wanna hang with you in hell.
I think it has been a while
Since I talked about your smile.
You could kill me with denial.
They would walk,
I'd run a million miles.
I don't care that they think it's scary.
I'm just happy to know you at all.
You make me so goddamn merry.
I don't feel the sadness at all.
I think it has been a while
Since I talked about your smile.
You could kill me with denial.
They would walk,
I'd run a million miles.
Yea, the pussies would walk.
I'd run a million miles.
I don't care if you go crazy.
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16. |
Conclusion
00:19
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