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Never Be Alone
03:54
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There's a bench deep in the park. Rebels kissed there after dark until one night, when a bride "tried a sailor on," and now a bright light shines there dusk to dawn.
You told me,"Win the race. Come run for us." You said "It'll help build trust." And so I threw my front door open wide and lost the last place I'd ever hide.
Somebody’s always honing in. Somebody sent a drone again. Somebody else is phoning in. I’ll never be alone again.
Keep my head down. Shoot the camera. Mute the sound. I got a half hour or twenty max, until a hired hand's hot on the tracks.
Somebody’s in the zone again. Somebody's got a tone to send. They caught me on the throne again. I’ll never be alone again.
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2. |
You Were You Are
03:49
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The grumpy old server at the pub chews out some bottled-water teen, who grabs her card and says, "Old Man, there's nicer ways of being mean, you know."
A sparrow spreads herself half-mast, lit by the glow outside the bar window, superimposed on which a face can't quite cry.
screamin to screens mean to machines you were you are
speakin so loud lost in the crowd you were you are
Pissed when folks don't get jokes you were you are
I was a miserable young lad. Perspired at the very thought of me, when all I needed was some sense. And a provisional tracheotomy.
A siren glides a carcass past. The motor's slow to shut the car window.
O Rearview, I hear you go making some point, taking it ever more south instead, ruining all the shit you just said. You should quit while you're ahead.
screamin to screens mean to machines you were you are
struttin so proud head in the clouds you were you are
lost in sound deaf dumb and drowned you were you are
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South
04:18
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There she goes again, the old woman with her Irish Setter friend. Her hair’s the color of his fur
(I can’t tell, though, maybe that’s a her). They’re always walking down the lane each time I’m at my windowpane. I’m wondering: Maybe they’re possessed? An omen? Spies with lies to test?
But--maybe they’re okay? Or a sign that things are goin’ great?
Why you always takin’ it south?! Why you always takin’ it south, boy?
You see a girl’s shoe in the woods and say “Now, how can that be good?”
But, hey, couldn’t it have been a game of friends daring friends during a field trip? Or snowmelt-displaced trash?
Might I just suggest not taking the worst from the best? Why you always takin’ it south?!
An invitation’s at the door, and you scream “what is this for?!”
But, hey, maybe it’s a ticket to a memory yet to be? Or a card with a stunning photograph?
Or a clever line that makes you laugh?
I’d like to request you stop mixing the cursed with the blessed. I’d like you to stop takin’ it south.
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4. |
Overthinking
03:40
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You're the last to reveal your deep dark blue
Often thought to be a fine trait about you
Often lets you see ghosts no one wants to
but sometimes…
Maybe there's been too much discussion
Maybe it's time to draw the curtain
Maybe you’re overthinking everything,
when everything’s good enough.
Whenever this red moon comes into view
You start talkin how the glory days are few
You're black certain they're coming after you
but sometimes…
Maybe there's been too much discussion
Maybe it's time to draw the curtain
Maybe you’re overthinking everything,
when everything’s good enough.
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5. |
Upside Down
03:22
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"I haven't heard a word from Riley. He wasn't round this afternoon. Not certain if he's even here. Check his room.
"Can't say I know too much about Riley except that he screams himself to sleep. Seems kinda strange. Normally, he barely makes a peep, but last night I heard him say:
'With my feet in the air and my head on the ground, I must say, truth be told, y'all look better upside down! Look there, your toes are hair! Ain't that smile been a frown? Yeah, World, you look better upside down!'
"He probably missed this morning's breakfast. Don't think I see him much 'round then. I doubt he's gone around the bend… but then again…
"He filled the night with paranoia. Kept looking like he'd seen a ghost. Could be he’s fitting wings on Elvis. No one knows."
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Bigwig
03:11
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he rode in on a fake white horse
mean and sleazy with no remorse
history told us he was no damn good
but the door flew open and he swore he could
solve our problems
oh Chuck Hamlin
thought he was a bigwig
tried to drive the big rig
but he couldn't handle it
somehow some like him some just can't see
what seems so obvious to those like me
this tractor traitor not putin' US first
see W smilin' he's not the worst
the men in charge said it'll be just fine
he'll learn the ropes and he'll get in line
but he's a bull in a china shop
he'll never learn his lessons, he's a pitiul flop
in a tailspin
Yo Chuck Hamlin
thought you were a bigwig
you tried to drive the big rig
but you couldn't handle it
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7. |
Riding a Wave
04:29
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Sometimes things turn out just as I planned, sometimes I’m off
Sometimes they make rules I understand, sometimes I cough
I’d squandered all my will to guarantee tonight won't end like this
Tonight I’ll place my bets on number two. Roll little ball.
Lights are dim on Trumbull Avenue. You make the call.
No sooner had I tied than I became the crack in the abyss.
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8. |
Tail Bites Dog
03:52
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you strapped on the blinders, set fire behind us
we bit as you sold us, did what you told us
our strategy is right where you hid your nightmare
now, tail bites the dog
so maybe we’ll just start a crisis
and maybe we should call our friends
ensure no fiendish force divides us
then tell the telephoto lens, “tail, bite the dog”
and when you finally leave us, you best believe us
we'll want an airport greeting, a high level meeting
show the folks back home we're holdin’ our own
and yeah, tail bites the dog
so maybe we should start a crisis
and maybe we should call our friends
and once you turn off your devices
scream from our kitchens to your dens, “tail, bite the dog”
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9. |
With a Feather
04:47
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Empty room, tender bloom – sighs
Man in Moon-His cartoon – lies
Only shadows for companions so we’ll pull some from the skies (from the skies)
But what I see when I look over the edge – Butterflies
(With a feather you could bowl me over)
(With a feather you could bowl me over)
You make him think there are no breaks in the ring.
But when he wakes he won’t remember a thing-
He’ll be deaf and dumb and blind (He’ll be deaf and dumb and blind)
So curse your theories and your henchmen,
the endless menace of your engine from behind.
‘Cause what I see when I look over the edge
mystifies.
(With a feather you could bowl me over)
(With a feather you could bowl me over)
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10. |
Girl on a Corner
03:50
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morning rain drapes her haze
leaves dew on an empty pack of Lay’s
doesn't rinse as much as stir in
that trenchant tin twang of urine
the underpass of tarps and tents
nineteen tiny governments
I’m just passing through
didn’t mean to lock eyes on you,
Girl on a Corner
teddy ruxpin doll on the ground
workin on you, shit brown run down,
show me the honey he says
then turns all lo-res
cop car siren screams past your cart
add the screech of the BART
you can't help but chime in
guess you learn good timing
being a girl on a corner
you spend days out here you can you freeze your butt
you learn to keep your mouth shut
makes you pine for the days
when you were turning tricks
at least you had some control
find a patch drop the pants
squat down in your slow dance
you used to want these stares
when you were strutting your wares
like some girl on a corner
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11. |
Overthinking
03:40
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========OVERTHINKING=======
You're the last to reveal your deep dark blue
Often thought to be a fine trait about you
Often lets you see ghosts no one wants to
but sometimes…
Maybe there's been too much discussion
Maybe it's time to draw the curtain
Maybe you’re overthinking everything,
when everything’s good enough.
Whenever this red moon comes into view
You start talkin how the glory days are few
You're black certain they're coming after you
but sometimes…
Maybe there's been too much discussion
Maybe it's time to draw the curtain
Maybe you’re overthinking everything,
when everything’s good enough.
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Count Zero Boston, Massachusetts
Count Zero is a Boston-based rock band formed in 1996 by former members of the cult electronic band Think Tree. peter@count-zero.com
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