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golden bough
02:55
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life for some is a screenplay
and everyones got a part
some say lifes a replay
and its over before it starts
others would have you think that life
has an answer to be found
but i say life is a carousel
and i ride it round and round
some say love is a little house
you build all by yourself
others say its a piggy bank
thats best kept on the shelf
and some say love is like an apple
you gotta pick it before its gone
well i say love is the golden bough
that we're all hangin on
you think i'm some circus clown
just here to make em smile
some would call me run-down
they wanna put me on trial
still others say im bashful
cause i havent much to say
but i feel just like the king of spain
so i run with the bulls all day
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2. |
kinda funny
04:05
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i close my eyes and vanish
in the dull and inky night
with the self driving cars
and five pointed stars
leading me far out of sight
as i grew up i felt so embarrased
no more bathtime, no more play pretend
dont you think its kinda funny
dont you think its kinda funny
in the tempest winds im fragile
but i take some comfort there
untangle the knots
in my tired vengeful thoughts
tie carnations in my hair
when its over ill wish you couldve seen it
all the triumphs and the pep talks in the mirror
dont you think its kinda funny
dont you think its kinda funny
dont you think its kinda funny
dont you think its kinda funny
(outro)
when i awake and the doves are mourning
in this bed im like a child
with afternoon clocks
and old birthday socks
paper cranes in a garden wild
in the tempest winds im fragile
but i take some comfort there
i'll take ohoh la la
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3. |
apple
01:25
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4. |
melting plastic
03:38
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half baked everyday
another waste of living water
just what theyd expect
while you inspect your dating profile
mechanics got your fiesta on a hydraulic lift
forget that party
torque wrench on the floor
and nothing more to fixate on
whatever happened to
the television dreams of equidistance
spaced out rotting inside
and now my brain is hissing static
hearts still beating inside
unable to hide the need for blood and instinct
grin at the mirror and break it
all that you made is turned to melting plastic
im drawn to you like a flame
untamed unarmed with ancient lips and lacquer
digesting marbles and pins
beneath your skin you wear just like a jacket
all the impossible signs that youd rather deny
that youre slightly divine or something
try to remember the question how does it feel
the answers been redacted
oh its all too much for me to say
but i couldnt tell you either way
yeah
credits
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5. |
zoobooks
01:19
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6. |
show me something
03:00
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waiting for the day to come
back from the ever setting sun
never mind counting the time
getting bored before its gone
i like to waste my time with kites
flying on a golden string
never know just how high
getting paid breaks everything
show me something
just like anything
show me something
just like anything
always hated the extra steps
im losing my grip, ill catch my breath
never coming back again
only a thousand seconds left
show me something
just like anything
show me something
just like anything
its too soon to speak you think
we all know it was over before it began
its too soon to say you say
but i know its already over now
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7. |
wasted
04:03
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feeling trapped in the corner
surrounded by jolly faces;
there is no music in the sounds
of these forgotten lonely places
when i cant stand to look
at the face in the foggy mirror;
when i cant raise my eyes,
too heavy with guilt and fear yeah
awful, sorry
cant get me off the ground
torn up, wasted
born to wear a frown
awful sorry
its not so charming now
hearts a big mess
i hate to bring you down
what more could i expect
just a bitter pity party
i do it to myself
wanna be punished; isolated
while you can, run a way
you know i wouldnt blame you
all these words that we say
just another story that i can play through
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8. |
peggy
03:50
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9. |
dots
00:58
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10. |
cross your mind
04:21
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in my days my heart grows weary
you are my yoke, the essence that i carry
in the foliage, and the animals, and in the land and the soot.
at first light i wake and youre not with me
the floor is cold, the street outside is busy
with the garbage trucks, mail carriers, one ambulance, and some ducks
i feel it all, you whisper when the winds blow
its ever reaching, absorbing everything i know and
pulling it across the river, and several states, to the atlantic
still sometimes, i catch myself unsteady,
my heart is just accident and everythings too heady so i
sit and think, pour another drink, light a cigarette, and just wonder
do i ever cross your mind
am i just outside of frame
stepping back from time to time
does it ever feel the same
its not fair, i take what i am given,
im given as im taken, i talk too loud to listen to you
telling me that i mistreated you, i disfigured you, i cant take it back
and what else, i cant help but romanticize,
for what it was, my eyes cant see or criticize my foolishness, my forgetfulness, or my limerance, or my pride
and so it goes, the wind continues whispering, the ducks attend their business and my thoughts continue lingering what mightve been, and what only was,
and what i would give just to ask you
do i ever cross your mind
am i just outside of frame
stepping back from time to time
does it ever feel the same
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11. |
connect the dots
03:25
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lets connect the dots
for the new year
lets draw the line
and turn it inside out
cause i wanna see your face
in the big picture
lets connect the dots
of whats it all about
lets connect the dots
for martin luther
for the contour between
blood and turpentine
you might not see it
till it all comes together
lets connect the dots
of progress and design
we could play croquet in istanbul
we could paint by numbers in the sand
maybe we could make new constellations
it might not be too late to understand
lets connect the dots
between day and night
lets pull every color
through the needles eye
and if you ask if im alright
ill say i think so
lets connect the dots
and let the rest go by
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